Cricket: OKAY! Fanfic time! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Avaline, Yami, and Hikori: *.afraid*
Cricket: What? You KNOW you can't wait for this one!
Avaline: Okay. What is it this time?
Cricket: Well, lets see. *watches Kaiba walk by* I'm getting something. *sees Yami's outfit and the way he dresses* And more is coming. *notices Tea acting like a slut* THAT'S IT!!!!!!!!!!
All: *are blown over backwards*
Cricket: Heh. No STOPPING ME NOW!!!!! *beings typing furiously*
Avaline: *reads over her shoulder* THIS one's gonna be interesting!
Cricket: Heh. Shower scene. Gotta be a shower. *types*
Avaline: *smacks forehead*
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Seto's Hobby
"The most powerful position is on your knees" proclaimed a sign outside the church across from Seto Kaiba's hotel room. He woke up, stretched, and went to the window, only to find this message staring back at him. He blinked as it sunk in so that he could make sense of it. Slowly, his lips turned up in a playful smile. Sex sells. He laughed, thinking about the morons going home to try it. Ignorant people, like Yugi. Shiiiiiiiver. No. He didn't want to even imagine Yugi in any kind of position at all.
What a strange thing to wake up to. How very curious it seemed. Especially since business had been slow the night before. He paused a few more minutes at the window, then went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Raising his eyes, he caught his own reflection.
A pair of icy, enticing eyes that had mastered the Come Hither look stared back. His jaw was square, his lips a soft pink, a smug grin playing across them. His coffee-colored hair fell over his forehead and into his eyes when he tipped his head down. His shoulders were strong and his chest was broad. He was, in fact, too sexy for this life.
"Good morning, you rich bastard," He said to his reflection, confidence flowing like chocolate through his deep and masculine voice. "Remember, you're providing a valuable service for those in need. And don't you ever forget it!" He grinned, making his fingers into a gun and pretending to shoot his reflection. How cheesy.
Shedding his boxers, he stepped under the hot stream of water in the tiny hotel shower. Contemplating what he intended to do that day, he used all the Free Hotel Soap and Complementary Hotel Shampoo. He squeezed the scentless shampoo out with a single squeeze allowing it to burst out, cleansing his hair in one, drenching rush. He quickly wove his fingers through his hair to get out any soapy remnants, and abruptly looked up to the showerhead allowing the water to caress his smooth, clean-shaven face. He slowly turned the shower knob off, and threw open the small glass barrier that allowed him to shield himself from reality. He snatched a scratchy hotel towel from the rack to his left. He carefully studied himself in the mirror, as though he were a great piece of artwork. Using this reference, he sculpted his hair, studying it from all angles before finally deciding he was satisfied. He stared at the door for a moment, wondering if he should open it, or simply stay in this peaceful steam room, where he could be alone with his reflection. But life would not stop just because he did; he reluctantly opened his door, and grabbed his Domino high uniform, which was clean and pressed by the maids, and looked at it. He had to laugh. His personality hardly fit this innocent schoolboys getup. Ironic as it felt, he threw it on, and strolled over the kitchenette to awaken himself with coffee. He wanted to dunk his head into it. Instead, He took a long swig from it, drinking half of the pot in one, long gulp. He took in a long, deep breath before grabbing his silver briefcase (polished, of course.) and heading out the door.
He walked briskly out of his hotel, not even bothering to greet the doorman before leaving. Only one thing was on his mind; getting from point A to point B. The glances he got from either gender did not distract him in the least. Despite his low profile walk and expression, one could not help but notice Seto Kaiba. His mysterious ways demanded attention. He was never really the kind of guy to tell anyone about himself. Heh, if only they knew, he thought, If only they knew.
A girl with soft, sad brown eyes stood on the street corner with a pale boy in a leather jacket. Typical high school juvenile rubbish. Not the kind he usually associated with. But, when he looked into the girl's eyes as he passed her on the street, he saw the need in her. Need to be loved, to be held. She didn't seem to be getting any of that from the pasty-faced loser standing at her right, a cigarette in one hand, which, Seto could tell by taking one look, he didn't know how to smoke. No, that girl didn't need a too-cool-for-skool guy like this. She needed a real man. Like him. As he passed her, her scent was evident. A soft, Rosewood perfume and something of ice. He smiled, and caught her soft, coca eyes. Licking his lips, he winked and slid into the limo that awaited him at the edge of the street. Retreating to the soft, dark, leather interior as the car started forward, he smiled, knowing that you didn't have to be any less then five feet away from her to know that she was a virgin.
Yes, he knew virgins. They were different. You could tell. Well, as long as you had the experience he did. Seto Kaiba had the experience, yes, but he wasn't a slut. Sluts sleep around with no intention of getting anything in return but notoriety as a slut. Seto was paid for his services.
He didn't need the money. He had too much of it as it was. He'd been juggling the company of KaibaCorp and school life, but how was that enough? He needed some serious spice in his life. (oh, yes; so serious about his spice.) Besides; he thought, feeling very business-like, he was providing a necessary service to the community. Such a. . . what was the word he was looking for, considerate man he was! He was constantly creating such illusions for himself to avoid guilt. He was a beginner after all and, for now, required these illusions. He sighed, and leaned against the soft, cushy leather headrest. He closed his eyes for just a moment, as though he were trying to grasp a thought that he knew would never come to him. But before he could escape in dreams, the sleek limo (waxed, of course.) slowly stopped, not making a sound. How Seto hated noise. He gripped his briefcase, his partner in crime, and let himself out the door. He would be rotting in his grave before anyone opened the limo door for him; it was all a part of his power. Unintentionally making a show out of it, he sauntered away from the vehicle and leaned against the side of the school, where he could gaze upon the girls of domino high from a safe distance, trying to form his idea of the "Ideal workers."
Mai Valentine. What a body. Long, flowing blonde hair that fell to her waist and shone in the softest of lights (which is a good quality since most people like the lights low). Giant, amethyst eyes, which were rumored to only be contacts, but it wasn't like that mattered. Soft, full lips often accented with a sultry smile. And of course, no stranger to showing off her perfect curves in scandalously revealing clothes. Yes, she would defiantly make a fine "item" on his "menu". He never referred to his business as what it was: illegal, underhanded, overhanded, anyway way you want it. To him, him it was a restaurant and everyone he hired was a recommended dish. He liked to brag that his customers ALWAYS came out satisfied.
The best thing to Seto was that no matter what he chose as a hobby, he always learned to experience it for himself, firsthand.
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Cricket: In case you didn't get the memo.
Avaline and Cricket: SETO KAIBA'S A MALE PROSTITUTE!!!!!!
Cricket: But you didn't hear it from us!
Hikori and Yami: *sweatdrop*
Avaline: ONTO THE NEXT CHAPTER!
Avaline, Yami, and Hikori: *.afraid*
Cricket: What? You KNOW you can't wait for this one!
Avaline: Okay. What is it this time?
Cricket: Well, lets see. *watches Kaiba walk by* I'm getting something. *sees Yami's outfit and the way he dresses* And more is coming. *notices Tea acting like a slut* THAT'S IT!!!!!!!!!!
All: *are blown over backwards*
Cricket: Heh. No STOPPING ME NOW!!!!! *beings typing furiously*
Avaline: *reads over her shoulder* THIS one's gonna be interesting!
Cricket: Heh. Shower scene. Gotta be a shower. *types*
Avaline: *smacks forehead*
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Seto's Hobby
"The most powerful position is on your knees" proclaimed a sign outside the church across from Seto Kaiba's hotel room. He woke up, stretched, and went to the window, only to find this message staring back at him. He blinked as it sunk in so that he could make sense of it. Slowly, his lips turned up in a playful smile. Sex sells. He laughed, thinking about the morons going home to try it. Ignorant people, like Yugi. Shiiiiiiiver. No. He didn't want to even imagine Yugi in any kind of position at all.
What a strange thing to wake up to. How very curious it seemed. Especially since business had been slow the night before. He paused a few more minutes at the window, then went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Raising his eyes, he caught his own reflection.
A pair of icy, enticing eyes that had mastered the Come Hither look stared back. His jaw was square, his lips a soft pink, a smug grin playing across them. His coffee-colored hair fell over his forehead and into his eyes when he tipped his head down. His shoulders were strong and his chest was broad. He was, in fact, too sexy for this life.
"Good morning, you rich bastard," He said to his reflection, confidence flowing like chocolate through his deep and masculine voice. "Remember, you're providing a valuable service for those in need. And don't you ever forget it!" He grinned, making his fingers into a gun and pretending to shoot his reflection. How cheesy.
Shedding his boxers, he stepped under the hot stream of water in the tiny hotel shower. Contemplating what he intended to do that day, he used all the Free Hotel Soap and Complementary Hotel Shampoo. He squeezed the scentless shampoo out with a single squeeze allowing it to burst out, cleansing his hair in one, drenching rush. He quickly wove his fingers through his hair to get out any soapy remnants, and abruptly looked up to the showerhead allowing the water to caress his smooth, clean-shaven face. He slowly turned the shower knob off, and threw open the small glass barrier that allowed him to shield himself from reality. He snatched a scratchy hotel towel from the rack to his left. He carefully studied himself in the mirror, as though he were a great piece of artwork. Using this reference, he sculpted his hair, studying it from all angles before finally deciding he was satisfied. He stared at the door for a moment, wondering if he should open it, or simply stay in this peaceful steam room, where he could be alone with his reflection. But life would not stop just because he did; he reluctantly opened his door, and grabbed his Domino high uniform, which was clean and pressed by the maids, and looked at it. He had to laugh. His personality hardly fit this innocent schoolboys getup. Ironic as it felt, he threw it on, and strolled over the kitchenette to awaken himself with coffee. He wanted to dunk his head into it. Instead, He took a long swig from it, drinking half of the pot in one, long gulp. He took in a long, deep breath before grabbing his silver briefcase (polished, of course.) and heading out the door.
He walked briskly out of his hotel, not even bothering to greet the doorman before leaving. Only one thing was on his mind; getting from point A to point B. The glances he got from either gender did not distract him in the least. Despite his low profile walk and expression, one could not help but notice Seto Kaiba. His mysterious ways demanded attention. He was never really the kind of guy to tell anyone about himself. Heh, if only they knew, he thought, If only they knew.
A girl with soft, sad brown eyes stood on the street corner with a pale boy in a leather jacket. Typical high school juvenile rubbish. Not the kind he usually associated with. But, when he looked into the girl's eyes as he passed her on the street, he saw the need in her. Need to be loved, to be held. She didn't seem to be getting any of that from the pasty-faced loser standing at her right, a cigarette in one hand, which, Seto could tell by taking one look, he didn't know how to smoke. No, that girl didn't need a too-cool-for-skool guy like this. She needed a real man. Like him. As he passed her, her scent was evident. A soft, Rosewood perfume and something of ice. He smiled, and caught her soft, coca eyes. Licking his lips, he winked and slid into the limo that awaited him at the edge of the street. Retreating to the soft, dark, leather interior as the car started forward, he smiled, knowing that you didn't have to be any less then five feet away from her to know that she was a virgin.
Yes, he knew virgins. They were different. You could tell. Well, as long as you had the experience he did. Seto Kaiba had the experience, yes, but he wasn't a slut. Sluts sleep around with no intention of getting anything in return but notoriety as a slut. Seto was paid for his services.
He didn't need the money. He had too much of it as it was. He'd been juggling the company of KaibaCorp and school life, but how was that enough? He needed some serious spice in his life. (oh, yes; so serious about his spice.) Besides; he thought, feeling very business-like, he was providing a necessary service to the community. Such a. . . what was the word he was looking for, considerate man he was! He was constantly creating such illusions for himself to avoid guilt. He was a beginner after all and, for now, required these illusions. He sighed, and leaned against the soft, cushy leather headrest. He closed his eyes for just a moment, as though he were trying to grasp a thought that he knew would never come to him. But before he could escape in dreams, the sleek limo (waxed, of course.) slowly stopped, not making a sound. How Seto hated noise. He gripped his briefcase, his partner in crime, and let himself out the door. He would be rotting in his grave before anyone opened the limo door for him; it was all a part of his power. Unintentionally making a show out of it, he sauntered away from the vehicle and leaned against the side of the school, where he could gaze upon the girls of domino high from a safe distance, trying to form his idea of the "Ideal workers."
Mai Valentine. What a body. Long, flowing blonde hair that fell to her waist and shone in the softest of lights (which is a good quality since most people like the lights low). Giant, amethyst eyes, which were rumored to only be contacts, but it wasn't like that mattered. Soft, full lips often accented with a sultry smile. And of course, no stranger to showing off her perfect curves in scandalously revealing clothes. Yes, she would defiantly make a fine "item" on his "menu". He never referred to his business as what it was: illegal, underhanded, overhanded, anyway way you want it. To him, him it was a restaurant and everyone he hired was a recommended dish. He liked to brag that his customers ALWAYS came out satisfied.
The best thing to Seto was that no matter what he chose as a hobby, he always learned to experience it for himself, firsthand.
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Cricket: In case you didn't get the memo.
Avaline and Cricket: SETO KAIBA'S A MALE PROSTITUTE!!!!!!
Cricket: But you didn't hear it from us!
Hikori and Yami: *sweatdrop*
Avaline: ONTO THE NEXT CHAPTER!
