Disclaimer: I do not now, nor shall I ever, own Yu-Gi-Oh the show, manga, characters, story line, monsters and/or etc. I do not receive anything for writing this, only a sick sense of amusement in my twisted, tiny little mind. As for any other random crap (and come on, you know I'll have random crap in here) I most likely don't own that either.

Title: Out of the Closet

Pairing: Seto Kaiba/Joey Wheeler. Wanna know minor pairings? Err…probably Yugi/Yami-ish and Tristan/Serenity. There may be more later, though I don't know for sure.

Summary: Joey's life has just gone from bad to worse; his father is becoming more abusive by the day, his friends keep ignoring him, and he's losing most of his duels. Not to mention he's locked in a supply closet with Kaiba. Yaoi!

Warnings: This story has yaoi, yaoi and um…let me think…yaoi! This will be a romance (you know, horseback riding, candle lit diners, long walks on the beach) between Seto and Joey. Don't like it, don't read it, it's a very simple concept folks! Also there will probably be ooc-ness, mentions of abuse, a spot of violence (err…it is Kaiba and Joey we're talkin' about here), along with a teensy bit of character bashing. What? It is (somewhat anyway) a comedy! I'm entitled to make everyone look like an idiot! Right?

Author's Notes: I was planning on making this a one-shot, but then, I figured, hey! Why not turn this into a whole story and make them suffer through a whole lot of chapters. This is also my first YGO story. I had to write it because I just love Joe-Joe-kun! And well, since I obviously can't have him -sigh- I thought, well, Seto Kaiba can! Err…yeah. And there can never be too many Seto/Joey fics, don't 'ya think? Oh Kami, I'm startin' to talk like him now. I really need to get over my obsession for cute guy's with accents that are of the animated hotness. Err…yeah.

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Prologue (Narrative POV)

He tapped his fingers on the side of his desk nervously, staring up with wide golden eyes to watch the unwavering digital numbers on the clock. His near completely destroyed tennis shoes hit the tile floor as he continued strumming his fingers against the surface. Biting his lip, the blond kept back a loud groan of frustration when he again glanced back up at the clock. It had been exactly 2:53 for -what seemed like anyway- the past three hours, and it was beginning to irritate him.

Then again, lot's of things had been bothering him for the past few months. As much as he tried not to let it get to him, the life around him was, little by little, becoming just a bit to much to handle.

His father, for instance. He wouldn't lie and say that his father had always been the perfect father figure while growing up, but he wasn't exactly a horrible person. Sure, he would have a few drinks, forget to pick him up from little league when he baseball had been his game of choice, maybe even be a bit to rough on him a few times, but he had never considered him a bad father. That was, until the drinking got worse. A lot worse. Now, what used to be little fights with almost no real confrontation had turned into full-blown hand-to-hand combat. And he had the new bruises to prove it. Not that he had told anyone, of course. Not that he really -at the moment- had anyone to tell.

In the past few months, he and the rest of his friends had been drifting farther apart. Yugi spent more and more time with his Yami, as Tristan did with Serenity. Tea, well, he wasn't exactly aware of what Tea was up to. It was obvious that she was a little more than crushed about Yugi and Yami's relationship. It seemed like it had been ages since he'd actually talked with her; talked with any of his friends, actually. He desperately didn't want to grow apart from them, and had been trying to do anything in his power to salvage the life-line he'd been holding onto for what had seemed like forever. The other's, of course, were much to pre-occupied with their own lives to notice that they were falling apart. And, much to his dismay, he realized he couldn't keep them all together by sheer will power alone.

Then, came Duel Monsters, one of the only things he had left. Even that had been slowly slipping out of his grip. He could still remember that all to short-lived winning streak he had been on; could hear the sound of his friends cheering him on in the back ground. Those days were over now, though. His mind just couldn't concentrate on many things very well anymore, and his game was suffering for it. Badly, too.

Yes, for Joey Wheeler, the past three or four months had been nothing but a downward spiral for him. At least he had one thing to look forward to. It was Friday, the all Holy day before the weekend, one of the most important in every teenagers life. And this Friday was special. Now, every Friday, of course, was wonderful in unique in it's own special way -meaning it was the day before Saturday. But this Friday would be the kick off of the anime convention that was in town.

He was rather disturbingly excited about being able to have the weekend to walk around a hot, crowded building and look at all of the pretty, new, shiny animes and managas he could buy with the money he'd been saving up. What he was most excited about, however, was the cosplay event that would be taking place in only a few short hours. He'd taken a small portion of the amount he'd saved for all the new mangas he was going to get -squeal for joy!- and had gotten himself the materials he needed to make himself a pretty decent cosplay of Inuyasha from the show -drum roll please- Inuyasha.

Which, incidentally, brought him back to the matter at hand. He needed a good hour or so to prepare for that nights events, so he needed to get home quick and gather up his stuff before heading out to the convention. He wasn't about to get ready at home; his father already thought him 'fruity' enough, he would surely get a beating for playing dress up, as his father would say. Looking back up at the clock, he was unable to hold back a loud groan as he read the digits on the wall.

2:53. It had to be a joke or something, didn't it? The universe hadn't messed with him enough already, had they? Nooo. They just had to stop time, just to annoy the him. His golden eyes caught a flicker of movement, and for a moment, his heart leapt. Could it be? Truly, had the time passed? Was he one more minute closer to his destiny of cosplay stardom?

Flicker…flicker…flicker…

2:53.

Apparently not.

He narrowed his eyes at the piece of machinery, cursing it mentally as a low growl began to form in his throat. No! Why, oh why, did the entire world have to be against him? He'd been a good person, hadn't he? Why couldn't the fates just leave him be!

All right, so perhaps he was being a tad bit over dramatic, but he couldn't help it. The day was droning on and on, just like everything else seemed to be. The one, pitiful thing he had to look forward to was the anime convention. And, unless time begin to start up again, he was never going to get there.

So, imagine his surprise when a shrill bell echoed throughout the class room. He was so shocked in fact, that he fell right out of his chair, somehow managing to land exactly on his butt and hit his head on the side of the desk. He winced and rubbed his temple, muttering a curse under his breath. He opened one honey toned eye and looked around the room. Most of the kids hand already left, but those that were still in the class room were in hysterics. He squinted his eyes at a blond girl in the corner, who had her arms wrapped around her stomach as she laughed. And was she…she was! She was crying!

He glared at her and was just about to stand up when an ominous shadow began looming above him. He was unsure of who it was at first, but then quickly realized who was standing behind him, since he could practically hear the smirk on Kaiba's lips.

"Aw, the poor mutt can't even sit right." The cruel smirk stayed in place as Joey stood up and turned around to face him. "Your master should be very disappointed."

He narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to say something, but found himself to utterly drained to even say anything. So instead, he turned around on his heel and began to storm out of the class room. Curiosity and even a smidgen of concern flickered over the brown haired teens face for one-third of a second before it slipped back into the usual mask.

Joey walked down the hall way, ignoring the few giggles that were sent his way as he headed towards the door. Stupid Kaiba, he thought. I almost forgot about him. Not only is everything else in my goin' to completely Hell, I gotta deal with that friggin jerk too. Ah well, it's not like I even have to see him that much anyway.

Finally he reached the parking lot in front of the school and began walking home, something he really didn't want to do. He could only hope that his father wouldn't be home, or wouldn't be drunk.

Half-way there, he suddenly stopped mid-stride. He let out a gasp and cry of frustration as he fell onto his knees. Throwing his head back, he pumped both fists into the air.

"Why?!" he cried out, and then proceeded to smack himself several times in the head for his own stupidity. A few people looked at the strange blond, who was know yelling at the sky, or himself, or some type of other inanimate object. Finally, after around another good ten or fifteen minutes of mentally hitting himself over the head with an a sledgehammer (a/n: can you just see little chibi Joe-Joe-kun hitting his cute little head with a big hammer?), he stood up and turned around, beginning to jog back to school.

I can't believe I left my bag here! He had been so caught up in his excitement, not to mention very eager to leave Kaiba's presence, that he had forgotten about his school bag. Normally it wouldn't have made a difference, but his wallet was in his bag, since the sweats he was wearing today didn't have any pockets. This is what I get for neva' doin' the laundry.

Praying silently that the door to the main building wasn't already locked, Joey pushed the door open. A relieved sigh echoed through the empty hallway as he hurriedly moved towards the class room where he'd left his school bag. He breathed another heavy sigh when he saw the torn and tattered green bag lying next to his desk, just where he had left it.

He rushed over and picked up the bag, quickly swinging it around his shoulders. With a final glance around the room, he walked back out into the hallway and began heading towards the door. Finally, my cosplay awaits! He was close to skipping right out the door, humming a jaunty tune under his breath as he did so, until the sound of what seemed like screaming reached his ears.

A look of confusion crossed over his features. He turned to stare down the hall but saw no one. Shrugging, he turned, prepared to walk out of the school, until the sound was heard again. Curiosity got the better of him and he turned away from the door. He headed down the hall way, peering around the corners and locks to try and see who was there.

"Hello?" he called. When he got no answer, he wondered if maybe he wasn't just hearing things. Oh great. Now the stress is getting to me and I'm hearing voices! There was another scream, then what sounded like to be pounding. He stopped for a moment, listening to the sounds again. It sounds like it's comin' from the supply closet.

Joey cautiously approached the closet. There were no longer any yells or anything coming from it. Frowning slightly, he wrapped his hand around the knob and pulled the door open.

"Hello?" he questioned again, this time a bit more loudly as he stepped into the somewhat large supply room. "Is anyone…" His second question was cut short as the sound of the door closing reached his ears. It wasn't the shut door that bothered him, it was the soft 'click' that seemed to vibrate off of the concrete walls that caused his golden eyes to widen. He quickly turned back and grabbed the knob, pulling and shaking as hard as he could. No way, no way! This can't be happenin'! He began to shake even more furiously when the door didn't budge. With another harsh tug, he let out a gasp as the knob came off of the door.

He stared down at the brass object in his hand, his mouth hanging slightly open as his mind began to slowly take in the realization of what was going on. He staggered back slightly, only to lose his footing and crash into something behind him. Muttering a profanity, he narrowed his golden eyes and began to turn around, deciding to kick whatever object he had run into. He was stopped however, as the object -or what he thought was an object anyway- moved closer to him. He tensed incredibly, closing his eyes as he felt warm breath on his neck.

"Nice going, mutt," Kaiba growled into his ear.

The blond winced a bit. Oh Gods, he asked silently, biting down on his lip. Why me?

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Author's Notes: Well, there you have it! The prologue! -gushes- I'm soooo proud! Well, ok, I'm not. I know it's not the best ever, but I do try my best.

Joe-Joe-kun: Could you please stop calling me that?

No!

Joe-Joe-kun: -mutters about insane authoress- Anyways, reviews and helpful criticism are welcome!

Kai-Kai-san: -glares at pet name- Yes, and in case you've not noticed, this is a -shudders- Joey and Seto story, so flaming for the parings or for yaoi is nothing but a futile gesture which will only display your own stupidity. Now, review, for I command it to be so!

Aww! Isn't he cute when he thinks he rules the world?