# Chapter I - An Immaculate Essay

Obligatory Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! is a franchise copyrighted and owned by writer Kazuki Takahashi and the game trademarked 'Duel Monsters' by Konomi. All of these characters belong to their respected creators while this work of fiction is for nonprofit entertainment purposes only. Although I do own the plot that is being used in this work.


The air was taunt with stress and sheer horror. With a deliberate 'fwip' as every packet was put perfectly in front each student, the professor's gaze bore down on any paled face filled with dread.

Inevitably, a large portion of the 184 young adults in the lecture room had stayed up all night Friday and Saturday getting drunk with friends in their fraternities, or at a club and woke up late Sunday afternoon with hell reincarnate manifesting in their bodies in the form of a hangover. They may or may not have then realized that they had completely forgotten about the essay due in just a handful of hours.

Some may have given up, and tried to sleep off their enormous headache and nausea, but others scrambled to get their act together. So with mere hours before the deadline, there they were, hunched over their desk, desperately trying to put together a 17 page essay on small niche community of people in the vast and staunch society that frowns down upon anything considered taboo.

Needless to say, they shuffled into the large symposium Monday morning at 7 o'clock with bloodshot eyes and a zombie-blank expression. And seemingly as they had just sat down, they were awakened by the quiet but telling 'fwip' landing in front of them. And they looked up at the professor with shocked horror.

It was judgement day.

Yes, it's almost like the man purposefully made the essay due and an exam on the same Monday morning just as a sadistic kind of pleasure for himself to watch the absolute fear flash in their eyes. The procrastinators will suffer deeply today.

And just like that, it was dead silence as the students worked. Only the slight sound of graphite on paper could be heard as the professor sat at his desk with the authority of something deadly.

The sound of the class being over was the professor's scathing voice, "Please place your tests at the end of your rows, and you are dismissed."

My back cracked as I stood up and stretched. I followed en masse as feet trudged down the stairs and flooded out the doors. There were some rough moments in the test, I hope I did ok. I'm still not used to how universities work. It's easy to not do well. You really have to take care of yourself.

"Motou, Yugioh-des."

The sharp voice sliced through my thoughts and I spun around. The professor.. Dartz Paradius. The crowd of other people grumbled and parted around me like water. He's calling me? I was doubtful, but when our eyes met, I weaved my way over to his desk.

"Good morning, Professor." I bowed deeply.

He nodded, "I would just like to compliment you on your essay. It's rather an immaculate essay, actually. It's quite a bold subject that not many would dare to touch with a ten foot pole. And it's written very well. Congratulations."

My eyes widened, I could hardly believe what I heard him say. Immediately I started to blush with embarrassment, "Thank you, professor.." I murmured,

"Actually, I'm quite curious as to the extent of your research." His heterochromatic eyes were sharp and intelligent.

I looked away slightly, "Well.. I have a friend who is a very big part of the community, so I got some help from him.. Met some people and a lot of online research."

He nodded, and turned, "Needless to say, it has received an 'A'." His long aqua hair draped over his shoulder as he spoke.

"Thank you, have a good day Professor." My polite smile turned into an enthusiastic stupid grin as soon as I was out the door.

I knew it would be risky, after all, I spend 17 pages on sexual BDSM and its community. Some professors may have given me a low grade just because of that.. but, in the end, I'm so glad I did it. Maybe now..

"Hey Yug, what took ya so long?" I spun around but just couldn't bring myself to feel too guilty, "Sorry Joey, I was just talking to a professor."

"You're awfully cheerful for so early in the morning, not that I'm complaining or 'nothing." He waved his hands in a request for peace.

"Oh, guess it's just a good day." I laughed softly.

Joey's face softened, "Yeah. Guess maybe it will be a good day." His brown eyes were warm, but I slowly started to frown as I glanced over at my friend.

If you didn't know what to look for, it would be easy to overlook the reddened marks on his wrists that he gingerly tried to hide with his blue jacket sleeves.

He caught me looking at him with concern in my fuchsia eyes and he quickly shot me a brazen grin, "I feel like some ice cream, nothin' starts the day better than with a nice chocolate milkshake!"

I shut my eyes and sighed before pulling the smile back onto my face, "What, already? Joey, it's like thirty degrees outside!"

He may or may not realize how much his effort to cover up those marks hurts me. I'll help him. I'll do whatever it takes. An abusive relationship is never good. Especially when ropes and floggers are involved.

I just need to find someone with some experience.


Author's Note: This will become an 'M' rated fanfiction for rather obvious reasons, of course, I'll put a warning in the chapters that have a yaoi/BL/smut/whatever-you-call-sex scene in it. The slight drabbles in domestic/drunken abuse are very minimal and will only really be part of the plot for the first couple chapters.

If this sort of 'BDSM', student/teacher (mind you NOT under-aged), male x male thing bothers you, try 'The Gentlemen's Affair' in my stories that doesn't have any sexual content, or feel free to not read any further. :)

~For those of you who are interested, I hope you enjoy this little series that is starting to unfold.~