You know the drill, blah blah blah blah.

Disclaimer: Jou loves red, Seto loves blue, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!, and neither do you.

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Last time on Domino Finishing School:

Jou frowned. "What are you talking about, rich boy? What classes?" He was quick to catch up with the brunette, following him closely. He stopped the second he saw the leather benches. The things hooked onto walls. What the..

Seto turned back to the blonde now. "This is where you will be trained as a submissive."

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"A submissive."

Seto rose an eyebrow. Jou sounded shocked. "Yes. A submissive. Personal assistants are trained here to be submissive, perfect pets for their masters, for their employers."

"What the fuck does that mean." Jou glared at him now. "I don't submit to ANYONE."

Seto didn't say anything, just turned on his heel and started out of the room. "Come, mutt." He could find out everything he needed to know tomorrow on his first day of class. Right now, they needed to get back to their room. Curfew was soon and Seto was not going to get in trouble for being out past curfew.

"Hey.. Hey, rich boy, wait up!" Jou ran after him, taking his arm. "What the hell do you mean I'll be trained as a submissive."

Seto looked down at the hand gripping his arm with a frown. "Get your filthy paw off me," he said, voice laced with disgust. He pushed the hand off, straightening his blazer again. "Your teacher will explain it to you tomorrow. All I had to do was give you the tour."

"That's not fair! I have more questions!"

"Too bad. Not my problem."

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Jou groaned softly when he heard the ringing of what could only be described as the most annoying alarm clock on the world. He pulled the pillow over his head, trying to block it out. Thankfully, by the time he and Seto had gotten back to their room, the one king-sized bed was changed to two full-sized ones. Something Seto went immediately to his father to talk about.

"Get up, mutt."

Jou flipped off the brunette in the direction of his voice, staying hidden under his blankets and pillow. He didn't want to. "Too early.. "

Seto smirked a bit, sliding a bit of gel through his hair, already dressed for his first class of the day. "Doesn't matter to me if you get up or not, mutt," he said. "The sooner you realize you don't belong here, the sooner I get my room back. I always hated the lottery. Stupid idea."

Jou growled softly. Oh, he was NOT going to let Seto get the last word. Or win this stupid thing. He tossed the pillow aside now, getting out of bed. "Fuck you, rich boy," he growled, more under his breath. He ran a hand through his messy hair, getting it semi-tamed for the day before going to his closet for his uniform. He didn't need any fancy products or expensive watches or anything like that.

Seto rose an eyebrow as he watched Jou stuff his bag with his books. "You and I don't have classes together, being lower class than I am." He ignored the sour look he got for that one. "So I won't see you again, thankfully, until tonight for dinner."

"Try not to choke on that silver spoon you have shoved down your throat," Jou muttered, pulling his bag over his shoulder. He left the room, stuffing the key into his pocket. First class. He could do this. It was for Shizuka..

~.*First Class: Basics of Being a Personal Assistant*.~

Jou moved into the room, looking around a bit. They all stared, obviously knowing who he was. It wasn't hard to figure out. The lottery winner. He swallowed, standing tall and moving for an empty seat. Just try not to ruffle any feathers, that was what he kept telling himself.

"Good morning, students."

Jou looked up at the voice. In walked a short man with tri-colored hair and amethyst eyes, holding a few books in his arms. "My name is Mr. Yugi Motou, and I'm going to be your teacher for this class." He smiled, looking around at the students and coming to a stop on Jou. "You must be Jonouchi Katsuya, the one who won our lottery. It's a pleasure to have you at this school."

"Thanks for having me, I guess." Jou smiled. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad..

"As you know," Yugi started, setting down his books, "all of you in this class are destined to become personal assistants. How well you do here and in your others classes will help determine the higher class graduate that will be able to pick you. I'm here to teach you the basics. Simple things. Does anyone here know what a personal assistant does?"

Someone raised their hand and Yugi nodded at him, smiling still. "A personal assistant is someone at their employer's right hand. They take care of everything, practically. Follow orders given and make sure that their boss is happy. Which could include scheduling, getting coffee, taking notes on meetings, anything they want."

"Good." Yugi turned to the board, starting to write a few things for the students to take notes on. Jou just stared. This was what he was destined to be? A glorified errand boy?

~.*Second Class: Common Courtesy*.~

Jou sat down in an empty chair, setting his bag at his feet. This shouldn't be too bad. Common courtesy class. He had manners, he knew how to say please and thank you. All that jazz. The blonde grinned, leaning back with his hands behind his head. This class is gonna be a piece of cake.

"Students." The teacher strolled in. A tall raven with long hair pulled back at the nape of his neck. "My name is Duke Devlin. For the purpose of this class, you're required to call me Mr. Devlin, but outside, call me Duke." Jou smiled a bit. This guy seemed okay. Maybe this school wasn't so bad after all. "My class is common courtesy. Which really means being polite. At all times. And being aware of what's going on. What do you do, as a personal assistant, when coming out of a room or going into one?"

A hand raised. "Open the door for your employer," the student said.

"Good." Duke grinned. "Open the door. Easiest thing. Don't be a dick is the main concept of this class." Jou smiled. That was easy enough to remember, at least.

~.*Third Class: Dancing*.~

Jou bit his lip softly as he walked into the large ballroom the school had on campus. This was one of the classes he was most nervous about. He'd never.. danced before. Well, real dancing, at least. Not high school 'awkward prom' dancing. So he already knew he was going to struggle with this.

"Mutt." Oh, great. Could this class GET any worse?

Jou turned around, frowning immediately when he saw his brunette roommate. "Kaiba. What are you doing here. Shouldn't you be in some fancy first-class classes?"

Seto just smirked. "I'm in this class same as you, mutt." The higher-up students were required to dance with the lower ones to learn. One main reason for this was because most of the students destined to become personal assistants were shorter. So it prepared them for dancing with women if they had to.

"Just.. stay away from me." Jou was NOT going to dance with that stuck-up prick.

"It seems everyone is here now, we can begin." Jou glanced towards the voice of the teacher, tilting his head a bit. He looked like.. Yugi. Only much taller and a deeper voice. "You may call me Atem, and I will be your dancing instructor. Please pair up and we'll get started."

Jou immediately started to look for a partner. Someone, ANYONE, other than Seto to dance with. The higher-up students only scoffed, going to someone else to dance with. No one wanted the 'lottery peasant'. "Come on.. "

"Mutt."

"You have got to be kidding me.. " Jou tensed his shoulders as he turned. "I'm not dancing with you."

"Looks like no one wanted the dog as a partner," Seto said, one hand in his jacket. "I suppose I should make the sacrifice."

"There is no way in hell that I would ever, EVER-"

"You must be our newest student." Atem walked up to the two of them. "Mr. Jonouchi, is it? I've heard he's your new roommate, Mr. Kaiba."

Seto nodded, glancing at the blonde who still looked angry and upset about his choice of partner. "Unfortunately. My father has insisted on it. I doubt he's ever danced anywhere except on a pole, I don't see this class being useful."

"You fucking-"

"Nonsense." Atem was quick to interrupt him, gently pushing the two together. "In your position to dance."

Jou frowned. Damn it.. he didn't have a choice. He knew a little about fancy dancing like this, but not much. Just what he and Shizuka had seen on TV and in movies. He tried to put his hand on Seto's waist to try and lead.

"What do you think you're doing, mutt." Seto frowned himself.

"Trying to dance, what's it look like."

"You're trying to lead. You don't lead. I do."

"Well, that's a stupid rule. I'm a guy, I lead a dance!"

"You're the lottery winner. You don't lead."

"Unfortunately, Mr. Kaiba is correct," Atem said. He moved Jou's hand up to Seto's shoulder, the brunette putting his own hand on the blonde's waist. "As a personal assistant, you will take the place of the woman when learning to dance." Seto smirked a bit as Jou was put into his place. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a remote and pushing the button to start playing the music. Something orchestral, just to start learning to. "Just simple steps right now." He stepped away to let Seto help teach Jou as well.

Jou frowned a bit, looking at his feet as they moved. Trying to count under his breath and follow the music. Seto rolled his eyes a bit. "Mutt, head up."

"Shut up and let me count."

"You don't need to count." Seto jerked him a little, getting his head up now. "Keep your head up. No one wants to dance with someone who's only focused on counting the steps."

Jou glared at him lightly. "I'm sorry I didn't grow up learning this stuff from the time I could talk. This is all new to me."

"Just relax." Seto wanted to get through this class as quickly and painlessly as possible. And if that involved being polite for a short time, so be it. "Slow breaths and trust the person leading you."

The blonde was a little wary, but he did as he was told. Slowly relaxing himself and taking a breath as he let Seto lead the way. Leading him in the simple steps they were trying to learn. And Jou actually started to smile. "This.. isn't too bad," he said, smile growing a bit as they moved. "Kinda fun, really."

Even Seto had to smirk. It wasn't as cold as usual. "For a mutt, you catch on quick."

"I'm sorry, is that an actual compliment from the Ice King of this place?" Just light teasing. Jou was actually starting to have fun, so he didn't care about the name calling. Dancing wasn't as bad as he thought..

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Sorry to end it like that, but it was getting long, so I'm splitting this first chapter into two parts.

So.. next chapter! The rest of Jou's classes on his first day and the new special classes..