Hey-lo! Ok, lately I haven't been feeling myself *please, for the love of
all things ... normal, don't ask* so, if it reflects in my work, I am sorry.
Anime-blade : thanks, and im not sure if what I put Kaiba in as clothes is
ok, but, im updating *hopefully* two in one go, so you'll know what I mean.
Thanks for your review. ^_^
Disclaimer: um, yeah, in my dreams
Yamis pov
I waited for Kaiba to get of my lap, but he didn't.
"Kaiba."
"What?"
"You have to get up."
"I know, doesn't mean I want to."
I sighed. He was right. I didn't want him to get up either, but I had a feeling any teachers that came out hear during spare classes to inhale nicotine might not find this very amusing.
"Come on. Up. Now. Besides, we have the same class now."
Kaiba smiled.
"What's so funny?"
"What do we have now?"
It was a rhetorical question, but I thought about it anyway. Oh sod it.
"Religion."
"Mmm, and what is that bore of a teacher right in the middle of?"
"Right now? Hopefully getting laid so he'll stop preaching to us about it."
Seto grinned at my remark, but continued non-the-less. "He preaches against it."
"Its still about it."
"Mm, well you guessed right then about today's lesson."
"What?!"
Seto just smirked and walked off.
Yugi stood, discussing tonights plans with Joey and the others. Bakura and Ryou had already broken away, and could be seen halfway across the grounds, Bakura nibbling on Ryous neck as inconspicuously as possible, which really wasn't working.
"So, Yami, what are you going to do tonight?"
I turned a quizzical eye to Yugi.
"What do you mean Yugi?"
"Well," Yugi paused for affect, "every time you take us out, you have to dress me well enough. What will I do now, and, more importantly, I think you will need to help Kaiba dress for this too. If he only knew what you'd gotten him into."
Yugi was grinning slightly at this, and I couldn't help but grin with him.
"Don't worry Yugi, I'll come home with you first."
Joey looked perplexed.
"Whadda ya mean Yami? Where have you taken Yugi before that you haven't us?"
My grin turned feral.
"That's none of your concern Joey, just worry about what you are wearing tonight. I have a feeling that Malik and Mariks taste in clubs stretches ever so slightly to my own."
Joey looked a little worried about this. I chuckled before I turned and headed for class. When I got there, Seto was sitting reading, but his eyes glanced toward me as I entered, and I acted as non-chalently as possible. Setos normal fan club were ogling him, though he paid them no mind. I nearly cracked up at the thought of the looks they'd have on their faces should Seto tell them where his affections really were. I took a seat near the end of the classroom, along my normal row, but today I took a seat that would give me the best view of the CEO. Joey, Yugi, Tristan, Otogi, Ryou, Marik, Bakura and Malik all entered around the same time, just before the teacher. This was the only class that all of them had, and these days it proved rather amusing. The teachers most normal interruptions involved me, Malik, and Bakura. None of us seemed ready to accept what the teacher said, and every word that left his mouth was normally instantly contradicted by a Yami. There were other exceptions to this, which included paper, pens, and gum. It seemed the best entertainment for Malik and Bakura, as my hair isn't exactly a hard target to hit, and the looks of hatred I gave them seemed only to egg them on even more.
I was lucky today. I was in the back row, Malik and Bakura were in front of me, and I had the entire lesson to perve on the former high priest. Thank you Ra.
Kaibas pov
'What to wear?' On the outside, I was composed, paying perfect attention and holding a look of concentration, but on the inside, my mind was running amuck with the thoughts of what Yami would be wearing, or more importantly, what he wouldn't. But what was I to wear? I had plenty of stuff when it came to business meetings etc, but clubbing? Nope. I was seriously going to need help with this one, but didn't feel like letting Yami know just how out my dress sense is. 'Who else could I ask? Marik? Bakura?' I snorted. The best they would probably tell me, would be to wear absolutely nothing. My attention shifted slightly when I realised there were a pair of crimson eyes locked on me. Mmm.
The teacher ranted on, and on, and soon, my mind was at work, with something that would hopefully be good entertainment for the King of Games. Tearing off half of my page, I scribbled a message down and scrunched said paper into a tight ball. The ball was then dropped to the floor and kicked in Yamis direction.
Yamis pov
Busy dreaming about High Priests and revealing clothing (such as that there was none), I almost missed it when the little paper ball nudged against my foot. Knocking my pen to the floor, I bent over and retrieved both, giving the teacher a quick look. Safe. Flattening the paper against my desk and book, I read over the hastily scribbled, but still neat writing:
Think hentai.
Seto
Bad Seto! My eyes shot to the front of the class where the teacher was busy ranting about how masturbation was wrong. BAD Seto! *(There was actually a teacher at my school who did this! He came into a religion class to tell the class that anyone who masturbated would go to hell.)*
I sat there, chewing my lower lip, and shooting glances at my extremely attractive, handsome, intelligent bastard of a CEO boyfriend. My lower half ached with want, and I was finding it hard to stop the taunting images running through my head thanks to Kaibas note. When the teacher proceeded to say that homosexualism was sinful, I lost it. I burst out laughing, thankful for finding something that would take my mind off the CEO.
"And what, may I ask, Mr Muoto, is so amusing?"
I controlled my laughter, breathing heavily, and looked into the stern eyes of the teacher.
"Ahh, sorry sir," I fumbled for an excuse that would save me from detention, "but I ahh..."
"Yes?"
Bakura, Marik, Malik, Yugi, Seto, Otogi, and even Ryou, were in silent hysterics. The other Yamis had caught on to the same phrase the Pharaoh had, but they had been more controlled in their response. Yami hadn't had that option, thanks to Seto and his damn note.
"Well?" The teacher snapped, unaware of the laughter behind him.
I shrugged. I was so over this every religion lesson, and decided I couldn't be bothered fighting the teacher this time.
"Well, I can only assume you are laughing at my statement and that you find it funny that there are evils such as that in the world."
Now that was over the top. Time to take a stand. Play the hero. Be modest.
"No sir," I drawled, my voice dripping with disdain, "I just thought it slightly hypocritical as judging from the way you dress and look, you are about as straight as a Twistie."
The whole class cracked. Bakura and Malik howled in laughter, while the teacher stood before me with the most horrified, repulsed and pissed off expression I had ever seen, and I'd made the best of them at Bakura.
The bell rang. I breathed. Leaping to my feet, I dove for the door and disappeared out of it, only to have the teacher follow behind me closely, yelling out words that included : demon, Satan, and hell. The class was still in hysterics.
*(ok, I know this is really unlikely, but hey, its fan fic, where my rather disturbing imagination runs the show. I also mean no offense to people of any religion from this. ^_^ honest! And I also have nothing (clearly) against homosexualism)*
Setos pov
Wiping the tears of mirth from my eyes, I gathered my stuff and headed out the door, searching for a crazed teacher and demonized student. I found neither on my way to home room. And even when it had ended, and we were free to go and have a life, Yami still hadn't appeared. "Where do you think he is?" Yugi questioned, looking a little worried for his darker half.
Bakura snickered. "Probably being cast into the 'fiery cauldron of hell'."
"That's not funny Tomb Robber!"
Everyone spun around to see Yami stepping out from behind a pillar, his eyes constantly raking over the crowd that mulled around them in their own attempts to escape the building.
Bakura smirked again. "Why not?"
Yami gave him a look that clearly said drop-dead. "Well, considering that's where he's planning to send me should he get his hands on me, I think I have good reason to be worried."
I smirked and began my assault. "Well, its your own fault."
He glared daggers at me. The daggers having hearts on the handles. "No its not!! It more yours thanks to that stupid little note," he growled.
I pleaded ignorance. "No its not! Just because your mind is unbelievably.."
Yami cut me off with his lips. I hoped he wasn't going to do this every time we had an argument, or I'd get no where.
But Yami pulled back, much to my annoyance, and headed for the door.
Outside Marik and Malik were headed for their motorcycle, Bakura and Ryou had already started heading around the corner, while Yugi, Jou, Honda and Otogi were conversing quietly under a tree.
"I'll pick you all up around 8:00 then."
Bakura and Ryou stopped, Marik and Malik turned, the group under the tree raised there heads, while Yami ignored me. Most miffed by this.
Marik spoke first. "8:00? Early for a club isn't it? Especially ours." Malik grinned at this. I shrugged my shoulders. "Oh, well, I just thought you might want to be fed first, but if you want to feed yourselves..."
Everyone perked at my offer, and Yami turned slightly, so that the afternoon light caught his face, making him look etherially beautiful. My mind melted.
"Well, if you're offering Kaiba, sure, 8:00 it is."
Bakuras voice brought me out of my stupor, and he was smirking at me rather pointedly. He'd caught my stare, and now he winked at me before approaching, which caused me to tense. He leant in to whisper in my ear.
"Enjoy your afternoon with the Pharaoh."
I felt my face flush slightly, before I turned to stare him full in the face. He was grinning wickedly, a sight though slightly disturbing, was insanely attractive. I blinked and looked toward Yami, and any thoughts about Bakura vanished. I swallowed.
*Flashback*
Yami stood, the light dancing off his exotic features. He was adorned in gold and silk, kohl under his eyes to make them even more striking. Gold bands attached to his arms, ankles, and around his waist, shone in the afternoon light. The wrap around his waist was trimmed with gold sash, and slipping slightly, as the pharaohs hands worked at unfastening the regal cloth. His eyes rose to meet my own, and the lust that showed in them was so penetrating I felt my breath leave me.
*End flashback*
I blinked. Yami was gazing at me with a worried expression.
"Seto, are you alright?"
I gazed around at the anxious faces watching me, giving them all a quizzical look.
"What the hell did you say to him Tomb Robber?!" Yami snapped, turning on the white haired demon.
Bakura backed up instantly, on the defensive. He was well aware Yami would go to extreme lengths to protect the ones he cared about. He had once threatened Yugi. He had then spent the next week hiding from the former pharaoh for fear that he would banish him to the shadow realm or crush his mind to a bloody pulp. Not that he'd ever admit to it.
"I said nothing Pharaoh!" Bakura spat back, though only Ryou could tell how imposing Bakura found the Pharaoh now.
Yami began to advance on Bakura, until I decided to intervene.
"He said nothing Yami."
Yami, and everyone else for that matter, looked at me in slight shock.
I shrugged. "Nothing that would cause grievous mental harm anyway. I guess I just zoned out."
"Oh come on, anything Bakura says these days causes some poor person to lose their mind." Ryou received a bite on the shoulder for that remark.
"Yeah well, its going to take more than this bunch of nutcases to drive me mad."
"That's debatable."
I spun around at the sound of Mokubas voice. He stood by the limo, looking at me rather oddly. I swallowed. Mokuba didn't know about me and Yami yet, as well as the fact I was standing with the group I so normally end up bitching about. What would Mokuba think?
~*~*~*~*~*~
Well, what do ya think? I know it's a bit shorter than my other chapters, which is why I'm updating two at once. Read and review! Please! ^_^
Disclaimer: um, yeah, in my dreams
Yamis pov
I waited for Kaiba to get of my lap, but he didn't.
"Kaiba."
"What?"
"You have to get up."
"I know, doesn't mean I want to."
I sighed. He was right. I didn't want him to get up either, but I had a feeling any teachers that came out hear during spare classes to inhale nicotine might not find this very amusing.
"Come on. Up. Now. Besides, we have the same class now."
Kaiba smiled.
"What's so funny?"
"What do we have now?"
It was a rhetorical question, but I thought about it anyway. Oh sod it.
"Religion."
"Mmm, and what is that bore of a teacher right in the middle of?"
"Right now? Hopefully getting laid so he'll stop preaching to us about it."
Seto grinned at my remark, but continued non-the-less. "He preaches against it."
"Its still about it."
"Mm, well you guessed right then about today's lesson."
"What?!"
Seto just smirked and walked off.
Yugi stood, discussing tonights plans with Joey and the others. Bakura and Ryou had already broken away, and could be seen halfway across the grounds, Bakura nibbling on Ryous neck as inconspicuously as possible, which really wasn't working.
"So, Yami, what are you going to do tonight?"
I turned a quizzical eye to Yugi.
"What do you mean Yugi?"
"Well," Yugi paused for affect, "every time you take us out, you have to dress me well enough. What will I do now, and, more importantly, I think you will need to help Kaiba dress for this too. If he only knew what you'd gotten him into."
Yugi was grinning slightly at this, and I couldn't help but grin with him.
"Don't worry Yugi, I'll come home with you first."
Joey looked perplexed.
"Whadda ya mean Yami? Where have you taken Yugi before that you haven't us?"
My grin turned feral.
"That's none of your concern Joey, just worry about what you are wearing tonight. I have a feeling that Malik and Mariks taste in clubs stretches ever so slightly to my own."
Joey looked a little worried about this. I chuckled before I turned and headed for class. When I got there, Seto was sitting reading, but his eyes glanced toward me as I entered, and I acted as non-chalently as possible. Setos normal fan club were ogling him, though he paid them no mind. I nearly cracked up at the thought of the looks they'd have on their faces should Seto tell them where his affections really were. I took a seat near the end of the classroom, along my normal row, but today I took a seat that would give me the best view of the CEO. Joey, Yugi, Tristan, Otogi, Ryou, Marik, Bakura and Malik all entered around the same time, just before the teacher. This was the only class that all of them had, and these days it proved rather amusing. The teachers most normal interruptions involved me, Malik, and Bakura. None of us seemed ready to accept what the teacher said, and every word that left his mouth was normally instantly contradicted by a Yami. There were other exceptions to this, which included paper, pens, and gum. It seemed the best entertainment for Malik and Bakura, as my hair isn't exactly a hard target to hit, and the looks of hatred I gave them seemed only to egg them on even more.
I was lucky today. I was in the back row, Malik and Bakura were in front of me, and I had the entire lesson to perve on the former high priest. Thank you Ra.
Kaibas pov
'What to wear?' On the outside, I was composed, paying perfect attention and holding a look of concentration, but on the inside, my mind was running amuck with the thoughts of what Yami would be wearing, or more importantly, what he wouldn't. But what was I to wear? I had plenty of stuff when it came to business meetings etc, but clubbing? Nope. I was seriously going to need help with this one, but didn't feel like letting Yami know just how out my dress sense is. 'Who else could I ask? Marik? Bakura?' I snorted. The best they would probably tell me, would be to wear absolutely nothing. My attention shifted slightly when I realised there were a pair of crimson eyes locked on me. Mmm.
The teacher ranted on, and on, and soon, my mind was at work, with something that would hopefully be good entertainment for the King of Games. Tearing off half of my page, I scribbled a message down and scrunched said paper into a tight ball. The ball was then dropped to the floor and kicked in Yamis direction.
Yamis pov
Busy dreaming about High Priests and revealing clothing (such as that there was none), I almost missed it when the little paper ball nudged against my foot. Knocking my pen to the floor, I bent over and retrieved both, giving the teacher a quick look. Safe. Flattening the paper against my desk and book, I read over the hastily scribbled, but still neat writing:
Think hentai.
Seto
Bad Seto! My eyes shot to the front of the class where the teacher was busy ranting about how masturbation was wrong. BAD Seto! *(There was actually a teacher at my school who did this! He came into a religion class to tell the class that anyone who masturbated would go to hell.)*
I sat there, chewing my lower lip, and shooting glances at my extremely attractive, handsome, intelligent bastard of a CEO boyfriend. My lower half ached with want, and I was finding it hard to stop the taunting images running through my head thanks to Kaibas note. When the teacher proceeded to say that homosexualism was sinful, I lost it. I burst out laughing, thankful for finding something that would take my mind off the CEO.
"And what, may I ask, Mr Muoto, is so amusing?"
I controlled my laughter, breathing heavily, and looked into the stern eyes of the teacher.
"Ahh, sorry sir," I fumbled for an excuse that would save me from detention, "but I ahh..."
"Yes?"
Bakura, Marik, Malik, Yugi, Seto, Otogi, and even Ryou, were in silent hysterics. The other Yamis had caught on to the same phrase the Pharaoh had, but they had been more controlled in their response. Yami hadn't had that option, thanks to Seto and his damn note.
"Well?" The teacher snapped, unaware of the laughter behind him.
I shrugged. I was so over this every religion lesson, and decided I couldn't be bothered fighting the teacher this time.
"Well, I can only assume you are laughing at my statement and that you find it funny that there are evils such as that in the world."
Now that was over the top. Time to take a stand. Play the hero. Be modest.
"No sir," I drawled, my voice dripping with disdain, "I just thought it slightly hypocritical as judging from the way you dress and look, you are about as straight as a Twistie."
The whole class cracked. Bakura and Malik howled in laughter, while the teacher stood before me with the most horrified, repulsed and pissed off expression I had ever seen, and I'd made the best of them at Bakura.
The bell rang. I breathed. Leaping to my feet, I dove for the door and disappeared out of it, only to have the teacher follow behind me closely, yelling out words that included : demon, Satan, and hell. The class was still in hysterics.
*(ok, I know this is really unlikely, but hey, its fan fic, where my rather disturbing imagination runs the show. I also mean no offense to people of any religion from this. ^_^ honest! And I also have nothing (clearly) against homosexualism)*
Setos pov
Wiping the tears of mirth from my eyes, I gathered my stuff and headed out the door, searching for a crazed teacher and demonized student. I found neither on my way to home room. And even when it had ended, and we were free to go and have a life, Yami still hadn't appeared. "Where do you think he is?" Yugi questioned, looking a little worried for his darker half.
Bakura snickered. "Probably being cast into the 'fiery cauldron of hell'."
"That's not funny Tomb Robber!"
Everyone spun around to see Yami stepping out from behind a pillar, his eyes constantly raking over the crowd that mulled around them in their own attempts to escape the building.
Bakura smirked again. "Why not?"
Yami gave him a look that clearly said drop-dead. "Well, considering that's where he's planning to send me should he get his hands on me, I think I have good reason to be worried."
I smirked and began my assault. "Well, its your own fault."
He glared daggers at me. The daggers having hearts on the handles. "No its not!! It more yours thanks to that stupid little note," he growled.
I pleaded ignorance. "No its not! Just because your mind is unbelievably.."
Yami cut me off with his lips. I hoped he wasn't going to do this every time we had an argument, or I'd get no where.
But Yami pulled back, much to my annoyance, and headed for the door.
Outside Marik and Malik were headed for their motorcycle, Bakura and Ryou had already started heading around the corner, while Yugi, Jou, Honda and Otogi were conversing quietly under a tree.
"I'll pick you all up around 8:00 then."
Bakura and Ryou stopped, Marik and Malik turned, the group under the tree raised there heads, while Yami ignored me. Most miffed by this.
Marik spoke first. "8:00? Early for a club isn't it? Especially ours." Malik grinned at this. I shrugged my shoulders. "Oh, well, I just thought you might want to be fed first, but if you want to feed yourselves..."
Everyone perked at my offer, and Yami turned slightly, so that the afternoon light caught his face, making him look etherially beautiful. My mind melted.
"Well, if you're offering Kaiba, sure, 8:00 it is."
Bakuras voice brought me out of my stupor, and he was smirking at me rather pointedly. He'd caught my stare, and now he winked at me before approaching, which caused me to tense. He leant in to whisper in my ear.
"Enjoy your afternoon with the Pharaoh."
I felt my face flush slightly, before I turned to stare him full in the face. He was grinning wickedly, a sight though slightly disturbing, was insanely attractive. I blinked and looked toward Yami, and any thoughts about Bakura vanished. I swallowed.
*Flashback*
Yami stood, the light dancing off his exotic features. He was adorned in gold and silk, kohl under his eyes to make them even more striking. Gold bands attached to his arms, ankles, and around his waist, shone in the afternoon light. The wrap around his waist was trimmed with gold sash, and slipping slightly, as the pharaohs hands worked at unfastening the regal cloth. His eyes rose to meet my own, and the lust that showed in them was so penetrating I felt my breath leave me.
*End flashback*
I blinked. Yami was gazing at me with a worried expression.
"Seto, are you alright?"
I gazed around at the anxious faces watching me, giving them all a quizzical look.
"What the hell did you say to him Tomb Robber?!" Yami snapped, turning on the white haired demon.
Bakura backed up instantly, on the defensive. He was well aware Yami would go to extreme lengths to protect the ones he cared about. He had once threatened Yugi. He had then spent the next week hiding from the former pharaoh for fear that he would banish him to the shadow realm or crush his mind to a bloody pulp. Not that he'd ever admit to it.
"I said nothing Pharaoh!" Bakura spat back, though only Ryou could tell how imposing Bakura found the Pharaoh now.
Yami began to advance on Bakura, until I decided to intervene.
"He said nothing Yami."
Yami, and everyone else for that matter, looked at me in slight shock.
I shrugged. "Nothing that would cause grievous mental harm anyway. I guess I just zoned out."
"Oh come on, anything Bakura says these days causes some poor person to lose their mind." Ryou received a bite on the shoulder for that remark.
"Yeah well, its going to take more than this bunch of nutcases to drive me mad."
"That's debatable."
I spun around at the sound of Mokubas voice. He stood by the limo, looking at me rather oddly. I swallowed. Mokuba didn't know about me and Yami yet, as well as the fact I was standing with the group I so normally end up bitching about. What would Mokuba think?
~*~*~*~*~*~
Well, what do ya think? I know it's a bit shorter than my other chapters, which is why I'm updating two at once. Read and review! Please! ^_^