Joey stomped into the bar, anger brimming off of him. Going up to the bar, he sat down, ordering a beer. Taking a drink, he frowned. Fuckin' Kaiba. Always gotta look down his nose at me. Frowning, he took another drink.
"You know, drinking will not solve your problems." The imperious voice said over his left shoulder.
FUCK! Joey's honey eyes glared as he looked over his shoulder. "Would you fuckin' leave me alone?"
"No." Seto stared coolly at Joey.
"Ya know, ya are an annoying prick." Joey glared at Seto.
Seto nodded again. "Yes, but I am not going to let you turn out like your father."
Joey looked at Seto curiously. "Uh, tanks, but we all gonna die." He wrinkled his nose up at Seto.
Seto rolled his eyes. "Yes, I understand that, but I'm not going to let you die a drunkard."
Joey looked extremely confused, then his face hardened. "Uh, my dad died before I was born...an' he never drank. But yea, I get it...I'm poor white trash so my dad hadta be a drunk." Shoving off past Seto, Joey headed off to another part of the bar. A large black haired muscular man smiled at Joey, grabbing him around the waist.
"Hey, cutie...wanna dance?"
Seto fumed as Joey started dancing with the bodybuilder. Damnit, I forgot the world is different here. Shit. Eyes narrowing as he saw Joey dancing with the man, something inside Kaiba cracked. Walking up, he shoved the raven haired man out of the way. Forgetting he had more strength now that he was a vampire, the man went flying into the wall. Joey glared at Seto, shoving him.
"What da fuck ya tink ya was doin? What, I can't fuckin' dance now?" Joey fumed, eyes enraged.
Seto grabbed Joey, pulling him up close. Joey swallowed hard, looking into those cobalt eyes. "Shut the fuck up Wheeler." Seto said, pulling Joey in for a hard kiss, lips crushing against each other. Joey instinctively tried to push away, but Seto was much too strong for him. As Joey realized what was actually happening, he whimpered, fighting...not to get away, but to get toSeto. Pulling back, face flushed, eyes dark, Seto looked at Joey. "You talk too much, Wheeler."
Joey stared at Seto. "Seto...what the hell..." Memories were washing through his brain, scenes clicking by so fast, at the speed of a locomotive. Looking up at Seto, eyes dark, he leaned up. Kissing Seto's lips gently, Joey kissed Seto's cheek, kissing down to Seto's neck. Seto's eyes slid closed, his head sliding back. Joey looked up, tongue sliding over the skin at the juncture of the neck and collarbone. Joey's eyes got darker still. Growling quietly, Joey bit Seto on the neck. Seto's eyes rolled in the back of his head as he let out a whimper at that familiar feeling that he had grown to love. "Wha'...nuttin' for da big, bad dragon ta say?" Joey whispered. Eyes widening, Joey and Seto just looked at each other.
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Yugi swallowed hard. "M..me?" Yugi whispered, pointing at himself. Yami nodded.
"Yes, you. Why is that so hard to believe?" Yami asked quietly, moving his thumb to stroke Yugi's cheek.
"I...I just..." Yugi swallowed again. "I n...never thought...I mean, I hoped...but I..."
Yami smiled softly. "Yugi...would you go on a date with me?"
Yugi's breath caught in his throat. Nodding quickly, a goofy smile plastered on his face, he grinned. Smiling, Yami pulled Yugi to him. "May I do something I have been wanting to do for a long time? I promise it is not inappropriate." Yami asked. Looking confused but intrigued, Yugi nodded. Smiling, Yami leaned down, kissing Yugi on the nose. "I know a lot more about you than you realize." He smiled...suddenly, the smile froze in place.
"Kenkon? Are you back?" Yugi asked in disbelief.
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"This is beyond fucking stupid. I mean, what in the motherfucking hell of shitdom do we have to go after a little anklebiting condombreaking mistake?" Bakura had his arms crossed in the back of the car. "And why the fuck can't the rest of Sesame Street come with us?"
Ryou looked disapprovingly at Bakura. "He's a child, 'Kura...even if he is a monster child. And sometimes we have side missions, like Marik said. Be nice."
Bakura growled at Ryou. Putting headphones in his ears, he turned on the music on his phone, turning it up. He closed his eyes, lost in thought during the ride. After driving for at least thirty minutes, he noticed the car stopped. Opening his eyes, he saw Ryou and Marik getting out. He got out as well, turning off his phone and taking his earphones out.
"Hey, guys...can I talk to you for a second?" Bakura's voice rang of seriousness and sincerity. So much so that it caught both Ryou and Marik's attention. Both nodding, Bakura smiled gently. "Well, I've been thinking a lot about what Ryou said, and everything going on. And well...I heard this song, and read the lyrics, and most of them really spoke to me, ya know? Between what you all said and this song...I really, really think I have found my life motto okay? I need to share with you all. I want to live like this."
Marik and Ryou looked at each other, then turned, nodding at Bakura. "Please, 'Kura, go ahead." Ryou stated gently, with an encouraging smile. Bakura nodded.
"Okay, I'm just going to read the lyrics that are most important to me, that spoke to me, okay?" Bakura looked earnestly at the two. They nodded encouragingly.
Clearing his throat, turning on his phone and looking up the lyrics, he started:
I give the lowest amount of fuck humanly possible
I don't give a fuck
About anything fuck everyone and fuck everything what
I don't give a fuck
I literally don't give a fuck about anything
People care about shit, I say fuck everything
Fuck you, fuck me, fuck the sky, fuck trees, fuck the sun
And fuck toasters I don't need to cook my bread
And fuck coasters I use a little plate instead
And fuck roosters with your useless cock-a-doodle-doo
We invented alarm clocks we no longer need you
Don't give a fuck about chairs I prefer to stand
Like tissues fuck 'em I blow my nose on the couch
My dog has a tumor and he's probably gonna die but
I don't give a fuck
I literally don't give a fuck about anything
Walked in to a coffee shop and ordered a cup
The girl said "Small, medium or large?"
I said "Bitch I don't give a fuck"
She said "I can't process your order if you don't pick a size"
I said "Fine I'll take a large but I still don't give a fuck alright?"
Don't give a fuck about beverage size options motherfucker
And I don't give a fuck about liquids either
They're all wet and shit and tend to spill all over the place
Like human semen when I get it all over my face
Fuck the human body
I'd prefer the body of a bat and the head of a coyote
I'd call myself batyote and I'd fight crime at night
I know it's similar to batman but motherfuck copyright
You know what fuck the word fuck I don't need to use it
I'll replace it with the word chainsaw for this chorus
I don't give a chainsaw
About anything chainsaw everyone and chainsaw everything what
I don't give a chainsaw
I literally don't give a chainsaw about anything
If there were a contest to see who doesn't give a fuck the most
I wouldn't win 'cause I don't give a fuck about winning, yo.
Opening his eyes, Ryou and Marik were staring, wide eyed at Bakura. Bakura laughed harshly. "That's parts of a song by Jon LaJoie called "Fuck Everything". Don't you fucking agree, that is my life's motto?" Smirking, he acted like he dropped a microphone, turned around, and headed for the building where the little bitch was supposed to be. Bakura was pissed at being there, he was pissed he had to go on this mission, he was pissed he wasn't fucking Ryou, and he was pissed this little bitch kid was using up Bakura's oxygen. Stopping, Bakura turned around. Both men were still standing where he left them. Raising and eyebrow, Bakura asked, "What? C'mon, let's fucking go get this little fucking fucker."