Imperfect Justice

By: AnimesoulxD

Summary: Just how will a blue-eyed billionaire react when the object of his obsessions, a certain crimson-eyed duelist, shows up in Domino High? And let's just say it triggers a course of interesting events…

Pairing: SetoxYami

Rating: R…

A/N: (Currently being edited: March 10, 2008) It's been how long since I first wrote this chapter? 3 years or so? Bah, who knows. Anyway, since this was my very first piece of fanfic (and for that, it will always hold a special place in my heart), I thought that the least I could do was to go back and correct all the typos, grammatical errors, and awkward sentencing throughout this whole thing. And let me tell you...there are A LOT. Gosh, I don't even know how I've never noticed. I probably won't be changing anything too drastically, just little deletes and inserts every now and then. - sighs - Probably going to take a while...reading this over just reminds me of what a silly and hopeless squealfest I used to be. (Still am, now that I think about it xD!) And WOW, did I ever suck at writing.

So as a piece of advice to anyone about to read this...Please, DON'T READ THIS. I am horribly ashamed of this fic right now and need to give this whole thing a major makeover...(sadly, yes, it is that bad D:) It might take a while but I want to get this as close to "decent" as possible. x(

Disclaimer: Yugioh does not belong to me.


Chapter 1: That Missing Piece

He was the one who had it all. The money, the fame, the wealth, and the power. Every object and every known substance present within this world was just within his reach. For he could simply extend the width of his hand and with the slow unfurling of his fingers it would be his - totally, completely, and utterly under his possession.

For he was Seto Kaiba, CEO of the multi-national company of KaibaCorp and world renown billionaire, prodigy, and duelist of the metropolis of Domino City. His name was everywhere, whether it be splashed across the headlines of Japan's most prominent newspapers or laced within the many whispers and murmurs of the city's inhabitants.

Though at the present moment, Seto Kaiba could care less about the on goings of the residents within the city.

Fingers tapping rapidly upon the platinum keys of KaibaCorp's top notch laptops, the young CEO was far too preoccupied with the current precarious situations that had arisen involving his company. He had learned that in the business world one had to cold, ruthless, and calculating to scrutiny, always a step ahead when dealing with corporate giants and monopolies. If not played carefully, one would have to pay a dear and most costly price for their lackadaisical actions. The consequences would be harsh and cruel; there would be no mercy given onto the careless dealer.

Absolutely none at all.

Cool eyes narrowed at this particular thought. It was either be the conquered or become the conqueror. Only the intelligent and cunning could survive in this maze of tribulation.

A matter of social darwinism really. There was a slight rise in the curve of his lips.

Such were the thoughts of Seto Kaiba.


Closing his laptop, Seto Kaiba let out a sigh of exasperation as he leaned against the cushion of his chair. Raising a hand to massage the temples of his forehead, he attempted to relieve the slight pounding headache that had developed in the aftermath of his work. Seto looked towards the set of his digital clock. The numbers 2:37 glowed an eerie red, illuminating his face and throwing his sharp features into vision.

Mahogany brown locks framed the angular curve of his face, falling against long fingers that rested upon the side of his cheek. Though thick and full, the chestnut strands were unable to hide the sharp, piercing blue that resounded from his eyes. In times of passion, they were a fervent azure, while in others they were a cool sheet of navy, narrowed indifferently at his opposing force. There were few who could meet the glacial chill of the young billionaire's eyes, at least not without a slight flinch or shudder for some unknown awe that radiated from his powerful form.

Yet, despite the constant levels of fear and anxiety that surrounded the billionaire, Seto Kaiba was by no means an unattractive person. In fact he was absolutely gorgeous, a detail that was most well known among the giggling fan-girls and bustling media that constantly stalked the poor man along the streets of Domino City. For much to the glee of the press and, to the horror of Seto Kaiba, the young CEO had been officially declared as Japan's number one hottest bachelor, with a definite capital H. Bold and underlined.

"A tall, lean, and well-built body, accompanied with an absolutely dashing set of blue eyes…and with that oh so gorgeous…! I tell you, he's a regular Godiva chocolate entrée!" quoted an overly enthusiastic reporter as she described Seto with extremely vivid details.

"And to top that scrumptious sundae, he's SINGLE! You girls better get to him before he's taken! Wait…what am I saying? I'd better get to him before anyone else does!" However, the reporter's cries were soon drowned out as masses of 'I WANT MAN FLESH' psycho-girls flooded the camera area, waving their arms and screaming, "I love you, Seto Kaiba!" or "Marry me, Seto darling!"

Seto Kaiba had burrowed his head into his hands as his brother Mokuba had looked at the flat-screened TV with amused eyes.

"Uhh…Seto, I don't think that you should go out onto the streets today."

The CEO raised his head and let out a derisive noise. "How about for the next 10 years or so?" he commented sarcastically as Mokuba let out a laugh and with a light flop, settled onto the couch next to him. Seto drew his fingers through his hair in irritation and gritted out, "My reputation is ruined."

"You know...most normal people would say the opposite," smiled Mokuba as his brother shot him a heated glare. But it soon faded at the playful grin that was plastered across the face of his 12 year old brother.

"But hey! Look at the bright side!" piped up Mokuba. Seto raised a delicate eyebrow as if to say What bright side?

"At least you don't have to go to that meeting with the head owner of that Gaming Company!"

The brunet frowned, yet considered the thought with quiet contemplation. "Do you think the business officers would accept such a trivial excuse?"

"Hey. Obsessive fan-girls on the loose are a big deal! Have you seen the things that they could do? They're absolute monsters I tell you!" pointed out Mokuba in mock sternness. His older brother laughed, an action that was rarely possible in the visage of the usually stolid billionaire.

"Well, I suppose one day-off would be plausible." Flipping out his cell phone, Seto barked out a few well-placed statements before settling down next to his brother on the velvet covered cushion.

"So what should we -"

However, the young CEO's question was cut off as Mokuba tackled him to the ground, pillows flipping inside out as the couch was overturned and the two rolled on the ground.

"Why you little…!" began Seto as Mokuba jumped out of his hold and ran out of the room. Giving chase to his playful younger brother, the two ran in and out of the hallways of the mansion, lighthearted and mischievous yells accompanying the two in their lively game.

Laughter was heard echoing off the high ceilings and into the night within the mansion of the Kaiba brothers.


The memory seemed so long ago.

A sad smile flicked across his lips as Seto carelessly raised a glass of alcohol to his mouth - wonderful, wretched, stimulating - and downed the whole thing in one fiery gulp. He lifted a hand to rub the sleep from his eyes and caught his reflection in the glass of the window.

The brunet winced at the piercing image of his twin glazed across the stainless silver of the overlooking screen. He had never liked mirrors, in fact, he absolutely loathed them. There was just a certain paranormal sense that chilled him whenever his mirror-image would materialize across the gray surface. For the clear startling illustration revealed too much, far too much.

Exposure.

Vulnerability.

Who he actually was.

Dear god, I'm making no sense...

There was a gradual exhalation of fatigued air.

Mokuba's right. I really do need a break, thought Kaiba wearily as he noticed bags forming under his eyes. His little brother had pleaded with him to take one, at least one, for the past several days but he had brushed it briskly aside. His company was going through hectic times, and it was up to him (and only him) to uphold the corporation's status. It was an unrelenting burden that he hoped his younger brother would never have to deal with. Ever.

Seto brought a hand to massage the sore muscles along his back, wincing at the pain that had surfaced from his strained body.

That's it. I'm taking a hot shower, resolved the CEO.

In the white and golden colored bathroom, Seto immediately turned on the hot water, steam hissing from the faucets as it curled into lithe tendrils, hovering like intangible fog along the pristine and dew-ridden walls. Stripping his clothes away, Seto stepped into the shower and brought his face to meet the sudden outpour of steaming water...and god did it feel damn good. The hot water encased his body, rivulets of it running down his back and legs, relaxing and loosening tight muscles. Amazing how even the simplest of things bring out the good in life. He worked his hands slowly into his hair, massaging his scalp leisurely.

Unhurried.

And lingering.

Closing his eyes, Seto Kaiba lost himself within the searing sense of wetness against his skin.


He was standing against the balcony window, forehead pressed against the accursed glass, wet bangs clinging to his forehead in moist strands. Breathing coming in slow deep breaths, chest rising and falling.

Inhale. Exhale.

Seto Kaiba. The world's wealthiest and most respected man present within this modern century. He had everything a person could ever want - fame, power, and a little brother who he loved with all his heart.

Everything goddamn it.

So why did he feel as if there was something missing in his life?

Seto Kaiba tilted his head to the right, blue eyes settling upon the digital clock that rested upon his desk. Yet his mind did not register the numbers engrained upon the headstand.

It was a red illuminating glow.

A flash of crimson eyes. Eyes smoldering with its own inner fire. Eyes narrowed in an act of passion, fervor, and rage. Yet eyes that softly held a look of kindness, respect, and acceptance.

"Ah…"

Forehead still pressed against the glass window.

My obsession.

Bangs falling against his eyes.

My drive.

Fingers curled against the pane, the young CEO let out a single name.

"Yami…"


"Absolutely not!"

"But Yami…!"

"You heard me!"

"But!"

"No, no, no!"

Yami was not happy. Brushing his golden bangs furiously to the side, he stormed across the floor of his Other Half's room, and sat himself upon the bed. His crimson eyes were set stubbornly and narrowed in disbelief.

"I cannot believe that you…you…just what did you sign me up for?"

Yugi let out a sigh of exasperation, violet eyes raised to the ceilings as if praying for help. "I only transferred you to Domino High, which I …!"

"Oh! Just only!"

"…think," frowned Yugi as he observed his darker half in disapproval, "is a great idea!"

Yami proceeded to stare at him furiously. "Yugi, I am a 5,000 year old spirit who was once the Pharaoh of the entire nation of Egypt! I most certainly do not need any of this…education…!"

"Was, Yami! Was Pharaoh," said Yugi, waving a single finger in the air. "And that was 5,000 years ago for heaven's sake! Tell me! If f(x) equals (x²-9)/(x 3), what is the value of f(-4)?"

"Ummm…"

"Exactly! Yami face it. Your educational standards have fallen extremely behind present day Tokyo standards. And as a concerned individual, I'm doing this for your own good," chided the shorter boy, face set determinedly.

Yami was still unconvinced. "So what if I don't know how to solve a math question? I can still…"

"And I refuse to let you just stay around the puzzle for the rest of your life! My goodness, I don't understand how you managed to put up with the isolation within that place! You know what you need, Yami? Socialization!"

Yami cautiously edged towards the smaller boy. "Err…Yugi?"

But there would be no stopping Yugi. He was on a roll.

"And seriously! This lack of human contact and fraternization is just downright unhealthy! Did you hear me, Yami? Unhealthy! If you would go to school with me, you'd be exposed to sunlight, the breeze of the wind, and the blueness of the sky! The world is a beautiful place Yami!" Yugi grabbed his darker half's hands in wonderful, slightly crazed enthusiasm.

The Ex-Pharaoh looked positively frightened.

"I mean, I hear you can get all sorts of horrible diseases if you stay coped up in here. Pretty soon, you'll end up turning into a regular albino just like Bakura with this lack of interaction! Or even worse, you'll become exactly like him! And do you know how scary Bakura can get?"

"Yugi."

"And don't you want to have at least a tan, Yami? I mean, you are an Egyptian. I suppose one would be rather nice…it would definitely suit you!"

"Yugi."

"Yami! I have totally decided! There is nothing you can say that will change my mind. I will make sure that you're going to Domino High! Even if I have to cry over it!" threatened Yugi.

Yami's red eyes widened in slight horror, as tears slowly started to well up within the corners of his Other Half's violet eyes. No doubt Yugi was true to his words.

"Alright, alright!"

Yami dropped to his knees as he wiped the traces of beginning tears from Yugi's eyes.

"I'll go, just as long as you don't start crying."

Yugi smiled a triumphant grin. Success! Grabbing a pile of clothes, he shoved them into his darker half's arms.

"These are your uniforms, freshly washed and laundered of course! And let's see…you're going to be needing textbooks…binders and note books…oh yes! Plenty of sharpened pencils!"

As Yami watched the energetic flights of a certain zealous Yugi, he buried his face into his uniform and thought, "Oh Ra, what have I gotten myself into?"


Yami frowned as he examined his appearance in the mirror. His mop of tri-colored hair was swept up in its usual way, with his golden bangs slanting gracefully, sharp angles catching the sunlight. His slim form was hidden under the Domino High School traditional uniform - shirt, pants, and shoes in perfect order. Scarlet eyes studied his figure as he clipped his infamous buckle around his slender neck and into place. Despite countless insistences that the belt was downright kinky, the Ex-Pharaoh didn't care. He was a 5,000 year old spirit who had saved the world from utter domination. He didn't take orders from anyone.

Tossing his hair back, Yami proceeded to make a harrumph as he scanned the mirror once again.

Yugi popped his head into the room. "Is there a problem, Yami?" questioned the boy.

His darker half attempted to pull his shirt down. "Oh nothing. It just seems...the uniform you gave me seems to be on the…tight side." Yami struggled to attain a comfortable posture.

"Tight?" inquired Yugi. A dawn of realization settled upon his face. "Oh! I'm sorry, Yami! I forgot to tell you! The school didn't seem to have your size so I just got one that was closest to it!"

Yugi smiled apologetically as his Yami glowered at him.

"Yugi. Are you trying to imply that I'm fat?"

"Of course not! If I had a say in this, you should gain a little more weight!"

Yami opened his mouth in indignation, but whatever phrase he had to say to his other half was soon cut off by a gasp.

"Oh no! School is going to start in 10 minutes! Yami! You cannot, you must not be late for your first class!"

And without further ado, Yugi grabbed onto Yami's hand and rushed out of the door and towards the school of Domino High.


Unknowingly to the two as they ran down the sidewalks of Domino City, Seto Kaiba was also on his way to the high school. Being the billionaire that he was, the CEO was decked out in a high class luxury limo of the latest style, complete with the classical display of tinted windows, plush upholstery and expensive leather. The vehicle was all sleek and burnished flair as it streaked along the roads in blurs of gleaming navy, and as a well known saying went: if you had the wealth, flaunt it as they say. And Seto Kaiba was nothing short of the word flaunt.

He didn't know exactly why he still attended the school. It was a meaningless gesture actually. Besides, it only meant less time for the young CEO to manage the affairs of his business company. However, stepping out of the limo and proceeding into the building of the school, Seto Kaiba would soon discover a reason to stay within Domino High.


"Hey! Yugi, my man! How ya' doin—good gawd! Is that Yami?"

"Hello to you too, Jounouchi," replied Yami in a curt tone as the two tri-color haired youths arrived next to their circle of friends.

"Ehhh, Yami! Cut the politeness crap, those types of things just scare me. Just 'Jou'll' suit me just fine! I mean, come on! We've known each other for how long?" bellowed Jounouchi as he clapped a hand across the small of Yami's back, causing him to stumble.

"Jou! Watch it!" shouted Anzu, as she placed a steadying hand onto Yami's shoulder. "Seriously, knocking people over like this!"

"Ahh, sorry Anzu. Just don't know my own strength!" smiled Jounouchi beamingly, stretching two arms into the air. "Gosh, it's like I'm a regular superman!"

"Or not," returned Honda as he punched the golden haired youth in the stomach.

"Owww! Watcha' do that for, you big freak?"

"To prove that you're anything but a super man!"

"Yeah, yeah? Want a piece of me?"

"Bring it on, batman!"

"Superman to your stinking face!"

Yugi and Anzu watched the two scuffling roughriders fight with two identical bemused looks etched across their faces. Yami simply blinked.

"Don't worry Yami, you'll get used to these little arguments," assured his other half as they made their way alongside the pavement and through the crowds of chattering teenagers stationed near the entrance.

"Honestly! The immaturity of those two…" huffed Anzu, a scowl set in place as she stalked across the courtyard. "You'd think enduring 3 years of high school would teach them a thing or two, but nooo! They haven't changed a bit."

Yami nodded absentmindedly. He was having trouble concentrating on the voices of his two companions as he shifted his body within his size-too-small uniform. Why didn't they have my size? thought Yami furiously as he shrugged uncomfortably. Thoughts of mind crushing the school authority came into his head but was dismissed immediately as immature and rash. Jou and Honda are starting to rub off on me thought, Yami wearily.

So caught up with his thoughts, Yami didn't notice the tag along teenage girl who was trying to catch his attention. Only when Yugi poked the youth incredibly hard along the side of his ribs did Yami snap out of his daze. Rubbing the side of his stomach, Yami forced a smile onto his lips as he faced the girl.

"Umm…hello."

"Hi!" responded the cheery girl breathlessly. "Um…I don't think I've ever seen you before. You must be a new student in Domino High, am I correct?"

"Uhh…yes, you are correct."

"Please..! May I have your name…?"

Still confused beyond all wonder, he replied, "Yami, my name is Yami."

"Yamiiii," sighed the girl as an opaque look flinted across her eyes. Smiling a glittering grin she chirped out a high-pitched "thank you" and ran off to her little group of friends. A split second of silence hung in the group before erupting in rapid screams of delight.

Yami was totally lost.

"Well, Yami. Looks like you've just earned yourself your very own fan club," remarked Yugi amusingly as Anzu giggled.

"What?" answered the confused spirit.

"Yami, Yami, Yami, my dear and lost friend!" boomed Jounouchi as he put an arm around the Ex-Pharaoh's shoulders. "You see! In this world, there is a certain something that they call hormones…and when two people really love each other, it's called…!"

"Jou!" burst out Yami, blushing involuntarily, while Anzu, Yugi and Honda bonked their indignant friend on the head. "I know perfectly well what hormones…Oh, never mind…and when did you get here anyway? I thought you and Honda were doing a face off between Catboy and Superyam!"

"AHEM. Batman and Superman, thank you very much! And of course…!" Jounouchi stopped suddenly as he craned his neck over in the opposite direction. "Hey…what's that slight ringing I hear?"

Yugi gasped and whipped his watch to his eyes. Purple eyes widening, he let out a cry of disbelief. "Oh no! That was the late bell!" Panicked eyes turned towards the trio. "Class is about to start in 30 seconds!"

Grabbing Yami's hand, Yugi dragged his darker half through the doors and sped down the hallway, with Jounouchi, Honda, and Anzu right behind him.

"So much for your plan on getting Yami to class on time..."

"Shut up, Jou!"


Seto Kaiba attempted to block out the excessive strings of giggles and soft sighs that seemed to accompany him wherever he went. Suki Dayo! Japan's hottest fashion magazine had seemingly published a new article:

"With that long billowing cap rippling out behind him, complemented with his mahogany hair and silver platinum sunglasses glinting in the light, it is no wonder as to why Seto Kaiba is proclaimed as one of the most gorgeous men in the country. Just look at that fabulous choice in clothing!"

Yet another infamous quote from the media after observing the usual attire of the billionaire's outfit to Domino High. Seto Kaiba was mildly impressed. He had threatened them, stationed various security guards around the complex; for God's sake the school area was practically hot wired to detect any unauthorized correspondents! Yet still they had managed to infiltrate into this vicinity!

How they did it was a mystery to all.

Damn them and their paparazzi.

Chin rested against the curve of his hand, Seto Kaiba was jerked out of his thoughts as he heard the door to the classroom slam open. Four timid figures quietly entered the room under the disapproving glare of a certain unamused teacher.

Ah. The friendship group, thought Seto with boredom, without giving much as a glance towards the tardy students. He proceeded to lapse back into his train of notion when something caught his ear.

"…new transfer student to...He is you're what…Motou-san? Cousin from Egypt? Ah, I see! In any case…Class! Be sure to welcome Yami Motou to Domino High!"

Claps and cheers erupted from the room as the students made their approval of the new attractive transfer student.

Seto's breath hitched as he heard the name.

Ya…mi?

Sharply raising his eyes toward the front of the classroom, Seto searched him out. And there he was, tri-colored hair and crimson eyes, all in his full glory. Smiling uncertainly, the Ex-Pharaoh surveyed the class and unintentionally locked eyes with the CEO.

Yami blinked.

Blue against Red.

A slow curve made its way to the lips of the young billionaire as he fixed an interesting stare towards the fiery youth.

Yami glared stonily back.

"Now, Yami. I am sure that you need someone to show you around the school…" At least 99 percent of the classroom shot up their hands. "And in which I'm sure that…let's see…" The teacher scanned the room, and picked up a lone person in the back that had not raised his hand at all.

"Seto Kaiba will show you around the school!"

Anzu gasped.

Honda's mouth dropped open.

Yugi blinked.

Yami stiffened incredibly.

Seto raised an eyebrow.

Jounouchi reached over and clapped a comforting hand across Yami's back.

"Man, Yami…looks like you have a date with Mr. Icecube over there. I feel for ya."

To be Continued