Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, storylines, monsters, etc. from the anime/manga Yu-Gi-Oh. I also do not own any other random crap that will most likely be in here. I write this story for my own morbid curiosity and will not receive anything other then a feeling of twisted accomplishment from writing it.
Title: Out of the Closet
Pairing: Seto Kaiba/Joey Wheeler. The minor pairings are Yugi/Yami, Tristan/Serenity, and err…I think that's it.
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: Haven't we already been through this? Well, just in case you need to go over it again, this has yaoi, meaning Joe-Joe and Kai-Kai holdin' hands whilst they skip down a street singing show tunes. If you don't like the idea of that (but it'd be so darn cute!) then I suggest you leave now. An additional warning, in this chapter, and in laters, we will get a glimpse into Kai-Kai's rather perverted mind. Yay! And out of character-ness. But it deals with Joe-Joe and Kai-Kai getting together and doing…things, so it'll haveta be a bit OOC.
Author's Notes: Like, oh my gawd! -valley girl swoon- I like, got like, reviews!
Kai-Kai-san: Like really? -blinks- Ah! I like…just said like! Ah like I said it again!
Joe-Joe-kun: -shakes head- You actually got reviews?
Yes! And I would like to thank everyone who reviewed the prologue. You guy's are awesome. I'm glad people are actually reading and might possibly enjoy this meaningless dribble that I call fan fiction! -hands all reviewers a piece of Bazooka- Thanks guys! Here's the next chapter and I hope you all enjoy it.
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Chapter One: Blame
Joey closed his eyes, mentally cursing himself a thousand times as he pushed himself away from the person behind him. He turned around, his eyes meeting a rather pissed off azure gaze. His dark brown orbs trailed down to his hand. He stared blankly at the small, bronze knob which he held. After he did a double take from Kaiba to the knob, the knob to the door, and the door back to Kaiba for the umpteenth time, the wheels began turning in the blonds mind as he finally realized his situation.
"NO!" he screamed in desperation. He dropped the knob and rushed to the door, throwing himself against it. He winced as a bruised shoulder made contact with the smooth surface, but ignored it as he lifted his hands and began banging his fists against the door. "Help!" he cried.
Kaiba merely starred at the blond who was currently throwing himself against the wall. Great. Now the mutt is here. Just my luck. He sighed and lifted his own hands, his fingers stretching to massage his temples. The mutts loud cries and screams of desperation were already giving him a headache.
"Someone open the door! Come on! Anyone? Hello!" he yelled.
The brunette rolled his eyes at the utter stupidity of the teen in front of him. "Shut up, mutt," he growled, causing the other to turn back and glare at him momentarily.
"Why should I?" he asked.
Narrowing his eyes, he replied, "Because one, no one is out there, you idiot. And two, I have a headache, and your whining isn't helping it at all."
"Oh well, I'm so sorry, Mr. Kaiba sir, Queen of the universe, if the fact that I'm locked in a friggin' supply closet is an inconvenience to you!"
He ignored the mutt's rant, instead only continuing to rub his forehead. Gods, will he ever shut up? Wait…did he just call me a queen? He blinked rapidly in confusion, a scowl tugging at his features as he realized that the blond had indeed just referred to him as a queen.
"Stupid animal," he muttered under his breath.
Joey turned to him, his brown eyes swirling with anger. Then, recalling the CEO's earlier statement, an evil smirk began forming on his lips. Kaiba watched him with hidden curiosity as a maniacal giggle escaped him. The blond turned to the door and lifted his hands once again.
"HELP ME SOMEONE! PLEASE, GEMME OUTTA HERE!" he cried, his yell inhumanly loud and shrill. He hammered his fists into the door and kicked the bottom with his worn out shoes, finding other ways to make loud noises here and there.
"Shut. Up," the brunette growled.
Inwardly pleased, Joey continued screaming and ranting. "HE'S A MANIAC I TELL 'YA! HE'S GONNA KILL ME! HELP! HELP!"
Kaiba winced at how high the other's voice became. He's only doing this to annoy me, that idiot! He clenched his fists together. I will not let the mutt get to me. I will not let the mutt get to me. I will not let the mutt-
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!" he screamed. He placed his hands over his ears, applying as much pressure as he could in an attempt to block out the blonds yells.
A triumphant grin formed on his face as he tilted his head back, casting his gaze behind him. He studied the form of the CEO, chuckling to himself softly when the other teen begin grinding the back of his teeth together.
"OH SOMEONE PLEASE, COME AND SAVE ME! HE'S EVIL I TELL 'YA! EVIL! HE'S GONNA TORTURE ME! HE'S GONNA-"
His screams abruptly came to a halt as two hands wrapped around the collar of his shirt, turning him around and slamming his back against the door. Chocolate eyes blinked in slight confusion as they met an ice cold blue glare.
"I said," Kaiba growled, inching his face closer to the blonds. "Shut up!" he screamed into his ear, causing the teen to wince.
"Hey! Not so loud!" Joey said irritably. He wrapped his hands around Kaiba's wrists, attempting to loosen the firm grip he had on his shirt. "Lemme go," he ordered, returning the intense gaze.
"Are you deaf, little mutt? I told you that no one is out there." Leaning inward a bit and smirking inwardly to himself, he added, "No one can hear you scream pup. I've got you all to myself."
Joey's eyes widened for a moment. His mouth hung open as he starred ahead at the boy who currently had him pinned to the wall. "W-wha…" he stuttered. His eyes narrowed as Kaiba's lips began to tug upwards in a devious smirk. He's just messin' with me……thank God. Glaring, he slipped his hands up to the brunettes chest and pushed him away. "Creep," he mumbled under his breath.
He smirked a bit to himself as the blond attempted to smooth out the fabric of his shirt, still keeping his icy glare on the CEO. Kaiba couldn't help it if he just happened to notice the fact that Joey was rather adorable when angry, especially when he was referred to as a dog. It was because of this, and the fact that the blond really did get on his last nerve, that he did it.
"It's just so much fun to mess with your brain mutt. Well, what you have anyway. Besides, you really did need to shut that mouth of yours."
Joey glared at him. "Hey, I was only tryin' to get outta here." He raised a fist to the door while he pointed his index finger at the brunette. "I didn't see you doin' anything!"
With a sigh, Kaiba walked over to the wall. He leaned against it and slowly slid down the wall to the floor. He crossed his legs over each other, shifting in order to get comfortable. For a moment he stared up into Joey's gaze, then allowed his eyes to swiftly roam over his figure. He hung his head for a moment, a few strands of dark brown hair falling over his face, hiding a rather mischievous smirk. Might as well, eh? It's not as if I really have anything better to do…
"Why should I?" he questioned. The blond stared at him, blinking momentarily in confusion. "Why should I do anything?" he repeated slowly, making sure the other understood each word.
"Because…" he began, trailing off a bit. "It's your fault we're stuck in here!"
Surprise flickered across his face for only a moment before it slipped back into its usual expressionless mask. "I wonder mutt, what type of thoughts are running through that tiny little brain of yours, that could possibly lead you to the conclusion that this is my fault."
"Would you stop calling me that?" he questioned irritably. "And this is your fault! I woulda never come in here if you hadn't been screamin'!"
"I wasn't screaming," Kaiba quickly replied in defense. "I was sighing in anguish rather loudly. I would hardly call it screaming…"
"You sounded like someone was murderin' you in here!" he interjected. All right, so, perhaps that was a bit of an exaggeration, but Joey was really too angry to care. "I was only trying to be a good, upright citizen and help out a fellow class mate! And instead, I'm stuck here…in a room…with you." He frowned slightly, his lips setting into a pout before yet again pointing an accusing finger in the CEO's face. "And it's all your fault!"
"Need I remind you, mutt," he replied, emphasizing the name and watching with amusement as the blond let out something akin to a low growl. "That you were the one who stormed into the closet, you were the one who let the door shut, and you were the one who tore off the door knob. So, it would seem that this is your fault," he said smugly.
Joey's mouth opened and shut a few times, the blond Duelist unsure of what to say. "There's only one way to solve this," he said and took a few steps towards the other teen. He kneeled down in front of him and grabbed his hand, causing Kaiba's eyes to grow wide for a split second. He quickly pulled his hand back and prayed to the high heavens that he wasn't blushing.
"What are you doing?" he snapped.
The blond blinked innocently at him. "Thumb wrestle," he answered simply. When all he received was a blank stare from the brunette, he sighed. "We thumb wrestle, and whoever wins takes responsibility for getting us stuck here, and gets us out."
Is he actually serious? Kaiba studied his face intently, scanning his azure gaze over the other's features. And, since Kaiba was after all the walking human lie detector, he quickly concluded that Joey wasn't joking. Might as well play along. Sighing, he lifted his hand and intertwined it with the others. He hid a self-satisfied grin at the barely noticeable pink tinge on the blonds cheeks as they began their mini-duel.
Fifteen minutes later, the two teens were completely engrossed in their game of thumb wrestling. Joey was desperately attempting to catch Kaiba's thumb and pin it down, but to no avail. He grunted in frustration as an almost pained expression flickered across his face. The blonds dark eyes glittered with determination as once again flicked his thumb out to grab the others.
Kaiba tried not to smirk in triumph, really he did, but this was just to easy. He was after all a few good inches taller then the other boy, so it should have been obvious that he would have longer thumbs. He wasn't paying much attention to the game, knowing he had already won it. Instead he concentrated on the blonds facial expressions. He looked down at their intertwined hands and watched in amusement as the smaller teen once again tried to pin his thumb down. Now, given the fact that the young CEO was after all just a young teenager with raging hormones, and that he really did have a very over-active imagination, watching the blond try -and fail miserably- at trying to dominant him led him to thoughts of similar types of situations; situations that were much more fun, and much more perverted then the thumb wrestling contest they were in.
The young brunette inwardly smacked himself on the head, using the metaphorical jaws of life to pull his mind out of the gutter. Hearing a few more frustrated grunts, followed by a disappointed moan from the boy sitting in front of him, Kaiba decided that it was time to the end the little duel. Damn. Only I could get this…excited from thumb wrestling. I need a hobby. No, scratch that. I need professional help.
He quickly lifted his hand and pinned the others thumb with his own. "One. Two. Three. Four," he counted and then swiftly released the blonds hand.
Joey blinked at him, an expression of utter loss and confusion on his features. I can't believe I lost to him. Again! I swear, the world is against me. He sighed and slumped beside his 'closet mate' in defeat. He glared down at his own, traitorous hand. What'd I ever do to you, huh? It ain't like I ever smashed you into something or anything like that. Stupid hand…
"Well," he said after a few minutes of silence. He pushed himself off the floor and stood up, dusting off his pants and his shirt. He craned his neck, trying to see if he had collected any dirt on his back side. Letting out a grunt when he couldn't see anything, he tilted his head back even farther. He continued this for five minutes, and at the conclusion of such time, he had a white hot ache throbbing in the back of his neck, not to mention he felt rather dizzy. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Kaiba watching him in utter amusement. "What?" he questioned irritably, unable to fathom why the brunette would be watching him.
"Nothing," he answered, snickering a bit. "I just find it amusing to watch a mutt chase his own tail."
Joey scowled at him. Well, he thought to himself mentally, what did he expect me to do? Say, "hey, Kaiba, can 'ya tell if I got anything on my ass?" He shook his face free of a small blush. Not that he wanted Kaiba looking at his ass. That would just be…bad. And creepy. Yeah. And he didn't like Kaiba like that. Hell, he didn't even like him at all. Mentally giving himself a pat on the back for his wonderful reasoning, the blond turned and stared down the door.
The CEO watched as Joey glared at the door, his golden eyes narrowed in pure determination. What's the mutt doing now? His eyes widened as the blond youth began running at full speed and rammed his entire body into the door. What the hell…is he trying to go through the wall?
He ignored his initial reaction to jump up and help the teen, partially because it would seem complete unnatural, and partially because the scene was, frankly, rather entertaining. He would watch Joey back up, run full speed, slam into the door, curse, and then repeat the steps over and over again. He's going to kill himself doing that, he noted dully as he continued to watch in fascination as the other teen continued to run into the door. He shrugged.
Ow. Slam. This. Bang. Hurts.
"Crap!"
Kaiba shook his head slowly. "Silly mutt." What was he going to do? Break the door down? He sighed. Maybe I should just tell him… His train of thought was cut off as an odd, lemony scent filled the air around him, and small droplets of cool liquid fell onto his skin. What the hell?
His head snapped up abruptly, only to meet Joey's intense gaze.
"I am not a mutt, 'ya creep! Stop callin' me that!"
The brunette merely blinked at him. He looked around, trying to spot the source of the strange scent he had inhaled only a few moments before. When he saw nothing suspicious around him, he turned his attention back to the blond Duelist, narrowing his eyes. He tilted his head to the side for a moment, attempting to peer at whatever Joey seemed to be holding behind his back.
Grinning slowly, the blond pulled the object out from behind his back and held it out in front of him. Kaiba merely stared at it, mentally rolling his eyes.
"And just what are you going to do with that?"
"I told you stop callin' me a mutt."
"Is that furniture polish?"
"…maybe."
He glared. "You sprayed me with furniture polish?" the young CEO inquired.
Joey nodded happily. "And I'll do it again, too."
He really is such a simple minded idiot. "Oh, I'm so afraid," he said mockingly, not even making eye contact with the blond, only enraging him further. "What are you going to do mutt? Make me smell lemony fresh? Oh please no, anything but that! What would I do if I we-ahh!"
He lifted his hands, attempting to shield himself as the blond began spraying him with the furniture polish. Heh, this fun. I should really attack Kaiba with cleaning supplies more often. The young CEO glared at the blond and stood up.
"Stop that right now, you stupid mutt!" he ordered.
Returning the angered glare, Joey stopped momentarily in his attack. "Then stop callin' me a mutt," he replied.
Kaiba starred at him for a moments. Their gazes were level, neither willing to back down. Finally, the brunette sighed and leaned back against the wall. Taking this as a sign of surrender, the blond lowered the furniture polish.
"Fine," the CEO said softly.
A small trace of a triumphant smile made it's way to the Duelists lips. I guess moneybags does have a bit of respect for me. Probably only 'cause I threatened him with furniture polish…
"I won't call you mutt anymore. You're more of a puppy anyway. Young, inexperienced, stupid. Hmm…tell me pup, are you housetrained yet? Seeing as how you probably aren't going to get out of here anytime soon, I should hope so."
"Kaiba! 'Ya creep!" Joey yelled as he pulled back the bottle and began spraying him mercilessly.
He raised his arms again and began dodging the blonds sprays. Joey tried to follow the movements of the other with his eyes. Seeing a chance, he lifted the bottle and sprayed the polish directly in Kaiba's face. Ha, he thought with a smirk. Take that.
"My eyes!" Kaiba said. He placed his hand around on his eyes, applying pressure there. There was a bitter taste in his mouth, and he soon realized that some of that polish had gotten in his mouth. He began hacking and coughing, trying desperately to get rid of the awful taste.
At first, Joey watched with no expression on the face. Obviously the CEO was faking the little episode. Probably in an attempt to get him to let his guard down so he could attack him. As the blond continued to observe him, he realized that it wasn't some act and that Kaiba was actually having some type of problem.
"Oh man, you okay?" he questioned. Why should I even care? He stopped for a moment, hesitating before he began walking towards the choking teen. I've just spent to much time with Yug. He's rubbin' off on me. "Kaiba?" he asked again as he neared the brunette.
He looked up and met semi-concerned golden eyes. He nodded a bit, a few more coughing fits taking him over before he fell against the wall, breathing heavily. Cautiously he approached him, allowing the furniture polish bottle to slip from his fingers. He sighed a bit and frowned.
"Sorry," he apologized softly. "You all right?"
"I'm fine," he growled defensively. "Damn it puppy, what is your damage? Do you normally go around attacking people with various cleaning items?"
"No!" he replied. "It's not my fault 'ya gotta be such a friggin' jerk!"
He took in a deep breath. "You should learn some manners," he said, reaching out and pulling the surprised blond to him. "Like not talking back to your master."
"Enough with the dog crap. 'Ya ain't my master, you psycho. Now lemme go so I can think of a plan to get us outta here!"
Rolling his eyes he released the blond from his grasp. "You? Think? Don't hurt yourself pup."
"Would you just shut up? I…" he trailed off.
Kaiba watched him for a few moments, expecting him to continue with whatever he had been about to say. When he didn't, he became slightly curious. Joey turned to him. He noticed a grin on the others face. What's he thinking?
"You know what Kaiba," he said smiling. "I think I just found a way to get us outta here."
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Yes, I know, that thoroughly sucked. My mind was elsewhere while I was writing this.
Kai-Kai-san: I was out of character. And you made me a total yaoi hentai!
-blinks- Aren't we all?
Joe-Joe-kun: I am!
Good for you!
Kai-Kai-san: I'm surrounded by morons…
Even though this wasn't the greatest chapter, don't give up yet! If you do, you won't find out the answers to these intriguing questions!
Kai-Kai-san: Here she goes again.
Ahem, what exactly isn't Kai-Kai telling Joe-Joe? Will Joe-Joe ever get to his cosplay? What was Kai-Kai doing in the supply closet anyway? What other perverted thoughts can Kai-Kai come up with about Joe-Joe? Come on, now you all don't want to miss that!
Joe-Joe-kun: Yeah. I wanna see if I make it to my cosplay. I'd look so pretty!
Kai-Kai-san: Right...