The Dreams of A Ballerina

Chapter 2: The Truth Comes Out

            Watching disgustedly, Yugi felt traumatized by the sight of his childhood friend, bulging her feminity over the hungry mouths of the drooling men. Téa continued to dance around in the stage, until she noticed her friends, staring at her with shock.

          "OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY DOING HERE?!?!" Téa felt like screaming, prepared to run out of the building…which was no problem since Yugi had already fled.

          Bakura stalked off after Yugi had left. His virgin eyes couldn't withstand the naked girls streaming all over the room.

          "Yugi! WAIT!" Téa called out. She jumped from the stage and followed her friend outside the building.

          Yugi sighed and Bakura followed him out. It began to rain again and Yugi nor Bakura didn't care whether they were soaking wet. They wanted to leave New York right away. They realized that some things were better not to have been seen.

          Téa caught two of her friends, but they were already prepared to leave. She went up to them as she tried to cope with the clothes and the highheel shoes that were not fit for the cold rain outside.

          "YUGI! BAKURA! WAIT!" She called out to them.

          Yugi sighed, "What do you want…slut?"

          Téa was about to cry. Yugi was way to pure even swear, nor yell at his friends, but here he is, calling her a slut.

          "I'm sorry I disappointed you, Yugi, but I had no choice. This is my job…" She told him.

          Yugi shook his head, "Why this?"

          "Well…I didn't have enough money for the lessons. I used it all up on my trip to New York…and…oh…I'm really sorry Yugi."

          "Whatever…just…go back in there and make all the other boy horny with your dancing. I'm going back to Domino..."

          Bakura nodded, "Same here…"

          Téa watched sadly as her friends left, soaking and moping in the rain.

BACK IN THE BUILDING

          Joey and Tristan continued to browse inside the lusty building. They tried to pick up a conversation or two between the hot ladies in the room. With two ladies in each of their arms, they made their way to the bar, ready to get drunk.

          "This is the life, eh Tristan?" Joey snickered, "I didn't expect my teen life to turn out like this."

          Both of them made a toast as they turned around and continued to watch the strippers dance on stage. Sadly enough, Seto had noticed two familiar boys sitting by the bar.

          "What's that Chihuahua and his friend doing here?!?" Seto muttered.

          Joey – who had already consumed more alcohol that could get him drunk - noticed Seto looking over to him, so he waved his hands about, "Yo! KAIBA! OVER HERE! HIII!!!"

          One of the six lady friends Seto had, giggled as he turned red in embarrassment.

          "Umm…honey, who's that weird blonde boy over there? He seems to know you…"

          Seto shook his head, "Probably one of the executives I fired…he's so taken down that he's gone mental."

          Joey walked over to Seto with the two ladies in his arms as he a held a vodka in a tall fancy glass.

          "Hey, Moneybags!" Joey grinned, "How's it hangin'?

          Seto grumbled, "What are you doing here? Get out of my sight!"

          "I should ask you the same thing, Kaiba." Joey smirked, "What's a dude like you doing in this dump? I thought you dated one of 'em virtual girls you created."

          All the six strippers turned and stared at Seto.

          "Honey, what is the drunk weirdo talking about?" the ebony haired girl asked him. Seto was getting more flushed by the moment. He was nearly ready to hide under the table.

          Seto hissed at the drunk boy, "Joey! Stay the hell away from me! I don't know what the heck you've been drinking all night, but you're ruining my social life!"

          Joey hiccupped, "Aww, C'mon Moneybags! Chillax a bit!"

          Slumping down beside him, Joey flung his arms around the embarrassed Seto and began to make drunk comments.

OUT IN THE STREETS

          "Wait! Yugi! Slow down!" Bakura called out, heaving and puffing.

          Yugi continued to stomp away as if he hadn't heard Bakura. He was so enraged and disappointed. He was fooled by Téa's endless rants about friendship and her pure innocence, but yet, here she is dancing and shaking her ass to make the men horny for more. How could she stoop so low?

And those drooling men inside the strip club…how could they find her 'sexy'? They're only fooled by the size of the dropping bowlingballs beneath her shirt…

          "I'd feel a lot better if I was back in Domino…and that's where I'm intended to go!" Yugi grumbled.

          "Yugi…I-I…I understand that you're disappointed, but…don't you think you were a bit harsh on Téa?" Bakura asked, his eyes glistening with sympathy.

          Yugi paused, stopping on his tracks. He turned around and looked at Bakura straight in the eye. His eyes were watering and he looked so helpless in the rain.

          "Yugi…" Bakura muttered.

          "I was a fool, Bakura." Yugi sniffed, sobbing a little.

          Bakura went up to his crying friend, putting his arm around him and trying to comfort him, "Yugi, it's not your fault! Cheer up, 'ol pal!"

          Yugi smiled a bit, "Thanks Bakura."

          Just then, the young boy began to cough, harder and harder. He covered his mouth and continued to cough until he felt a warm coating that filled his hand.

          He looked down on his palm.

          Blood.

          Bakura gasped, "Oh no… Didn't you just recover from your fever a couple of days ago? We've gotta get you back inside!"

          Yugi jerked away, "I'm not going back in there again, Bakura!"

          Feeling fainter and fainter by the moment, Yugi began to to limp. Bakura tried to support his friend, but he needed extra help. Where was he going to get extra help at this time of night and at this weather?

          Suddenly, Yugi's Millenium puzzle began to glow. In a separate form, Yami finally came.

          "Bakura, is he okay?" Yami asked worriedly, as he picked up his aibou and carried him on the back. (AAAAAAAAAWWWWWW!!!!!!!)

"He's going to get worse if we stay out here. He needs to be warmed up as soon as possible!" Bakura told Yami as he led them back to the strip club.

IN THE STRIP CLUB

          "*hic* Yeah…this guy right here? *hic* He's a g-g-great dude. I didn't think *hic* he could be *hic* so damn se-*hic*…" Joey drunkenly hiccupped as he began to fall over on Seto. With one motion, Seto quickly slid over as the drunk blonde fell on the seat, dozed off…

          Embarrassed, Seto quickly got up and was prepared to leave, "God, I can't stand being around Joey. I'm leaving!"

          As he stomped away, his six lady friends followed.

          "Seto Kaiba! Don't leave without me!" one of them called out.

          The others waved their hands about as they followed the young millionaire out, "Take me with you, honey!!!"

          Seto stepped inside his limo as the strippers tried to hitch a ride. Feeling annoyed by the desperate nudists, he simply swatted them off with, "BAH!"

          Back at the bar, Tristan watched as his friend fell into a drunken slumber. Without hesitation, he reached in for Joey's pocket and began to splurge out the money on booze and babes.

          Suddenly, Yami came in with a dripping Yugi, riding on his back, and Bakura tagging along. Yami waddled over to where Joey had been sitting and rested his aibou beside him, while Bakura went to find some help. Just as the English teen left, the familiar stripper winked at him once again. Bakura had felt his face turn red, as he tried to hide his expression behind the locks of his toussle hair.

          Téa saw her friends enter once again, as she ran up to them, nearly tripping on her high heels.

          "Oh no…Yugi…" Téa watched as the poor youth shivered in cold, "This is all my fault."

          Yami glared at her, but never said a word.

          Just in time, Bakura came back with a basin full of warm water and a wash cloth. Yami soaked the washcloth into the basin and began to pat Yugi with it in the forehead.

          Bakura cocked an eyebrow as he noticed the drunk Joey drooling on his sleep. He told Yami, "I-I think I should get an extra washcloth for Joey…I hope he feels sober soon…"

          Another young stripper went up to Téa, tapping her on the shoulder. She told her, "Miss Lust-acia? Don Bosconovitch is here to see you. He demands one of your expert lap dances…"

          Yami felt the disgust run through him. He didn't even bother making eye contact. He just gave Téa the ultimate silent treatment.

          Téa looked back at her co-worker, hesitating if she should go see Don Bosconovitch, or stay with her sick friend. But the Don was the biggest provider for the strip club. Anything he says, goes.

          Finally making up her mind, she stood up and made her way to Don Bosconovitch.

          In his mind, Yami mumbled, "These men are fools…how could they be foiled by that harlot?"

TO BE CONTINUED…

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          Devious Lil Glomper: Whoah, sorry for the short chapter. I'm trying to extend the sections and making it easy to read, but check the next chapter if you're getting tired of the strip club settings ^^;;;.