Author: Yami Neferbre
Title: Project From Hell
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh
Paring: BakuraXMalik and SetoXYami
Rating: NC 17
Warning: language, humor (hopefully), and sexual content
Spoilers: None
Summary: it's the round robin, I hope all of you know what the plot is
CHAPTER FIVE
PROJECT FROM HELL
"I'm going to lose it," screamed Yugi finally gaining the attention of the two bickering Egyptians nearby. Violet eyes usually innocent seemed to glow with heated anger and frustration, "SHUT UP! I need to eat on peace".
The two gazed at him in shock, Yugi had been acting like a child since K had been there last night, and the sudden outburst had put them into brief shock. Chocolate and lavender eyes averted briefly to lock together only to turn back to Yugi, Malik sighed, "alright, truce," he said shoving his hand towards Bakura.
Eyeing the hand with obvious disgust and reluctance Bakura took a step back, "are you insane, hell no, I'll go fuck a cow before I'll make a truce with you," he growled, turning on his heels he stomped out of the house, grabbing his backpack and school jacket on the way.
Heaving a sigh Yugi rubbed his temple in frustration before glancing at his stuffed teddy, Ludwig, the teddy bear seemed to be smiling at him mockingly, giving out a small growl he gave up and began to swish his finger around in the cereal bowl, he was 'five-years-old after all right.
"Sorry about that Yugi," murmured Malik sitting down, "you've gotta be sick of that by now".
Yugi gave him an 'no shit Sherlock' type look before turning his attention back on playing with his cereal, at the moment it seemed like the most fascinating thing to him at the moment. He needed sugar, if he was going to act like a five-year-old he needed energy, false energy maybe, but endless energy nonetheless. Scrunching his nose at his sugar-less cereal he pushed it away and rose to his feet, intent on finding something more to his liking in the fridge.
"Eat your breakfast," Malik insisted, narrowing his eyes at the discarded bowl, "it can't be that bad Yugi, I ate it for crying out loud".
Yugi shot a glare at him, "if you want me to be in a good mood mommy," he said emphasizing the last word, "you'll let me have some cake for breakfast".
Crocking a brow Malik rose to his feet, "hell no kiddo, no chocolate for breakfast, I'll find you some fruit instead. Chocolate is bad for you".
"But mommy," Yugi wined giving Malik his version of puppy dog eyes, the eyes that usually brought even Yami down in a heart beat, "I want chocolate".
For a moment Malik stared at those eyes trying to resist the immense cuteness and pleading. But he felt his pride crumbling, damn that Pharaoh's hikari and being good at getting his own way. Biting his lip he tried to look away but found it impossible, those large violet eyes watering and near crying with that trembling bottom lip kept him locked in place. Damn this kid.
"Fine, one piece, that's it," he said in defeat, "but I want some too".
Yugi smiled, "but you said it was bad for you mommy," he said playfully, his good mood coming back.
"Oh well, a little chocolate won't do much," Malik shrugged and ruffled Yugi's hair.
"What about pop with it mommy".
"No". The eyes came again. "Fine, pop too".
Gasping as cold water hit his skin Yami felt the sleep leaving his body instantly, and the soreness in his rear from the night before becoming even more noticeable. Growling he turned the water on full blast, he was going to kill Joey as soon as he got out of the shower. He yelped and turned the water down when the temperature became boiling, with another growl and leaned against the shower doors, Joey was really pushing it now.
His little 'son' would learn the hard way that playing with the water temperature in the basement was the most foolish thing you could ever do to a sore Pharaoh in the morning.
Quickly he washed up; making sure that the soreness had fully left his body before vacating the warmth of the shower. Stepping onto cool tiles he grabbed the towel that he had set out and quickly dried off, then running a brush through his hair he strode out into the bedroom that he and Seto shared.
The CEO had already showered and was probably downstairs making something to eat, Mokuba was probably on the Game Cube waiting for the food, and Joey, well that he did not know yet.
Finding that he had forgotten to wash his uniform last night Yami scowled and pulled the uniform out of the hamper, luckily he always woke up at six, with or without the alarm clock. But in this two hours before school started he was usually alone with Seto in this very room. Opening the door with his uniform in his hand Yami was about to step out into the hallway but found that a firm body was blocking his path, hitting it head on he fell to the floor with a small cry, his rear end sore again but this time for a different reason. Sitting up Yami glared up at the person who had knocked him down thinking that it was Joey, he was dead wrong.
With a yelp Yami closed his legs and grabbing his uniform tried to cover his extremely exposed body from K. The substitute teacher stared down at him with a wicked smile, "I was coming up to warn you that I am watching your family for today".
Jaw dropping Yami stared up at K incredulously, the man was staring at him now in was that made his skin crawl. 'Wait' he thought to himself 'shit this is my teacher' shuddering in disgust he glanced down the hallway hopping that Seto had heard him, "alright, you have warned me, now may you please leave the premises so I can move around in my own home without worrying that you'll stalk me".
K laughed loudly, "I'm allowed to go anywhere that I want, now hurry up and get dress so that I can watch your parenting skills".
Growling Yami fumbled with the uniform to cover his body even more, "um, leave now, I need to put my clothing in the washer, leave".
Crocking a brow K closed his eyes, "this is the only way that I will leave you alone".
Rising hurriedly to his feet Yami snapped, "perverted stalker," before running down the stairs and towards the laundry room. During that time he dashed past a startled Jou and Mokuba who watched him in bewilderment before K slowly followed the same path that Yami had, only at a leisure pace.
"Where's your stuffed animal," K demanded, stopping briefly. Jou glanced beside him and realized that he did not have that blasted mutt with him, rising to his feet he stomped up the stairs, this was not going to be a good day.
"Can I die now?"
"No," said Yugi firmly, as they sat down in the class together, his dark half moaned and buried his face in his hands. Crocking a brow Yugi leaned back in his seat as his other classmates began to make their way in, "it can't be that bad Yami".
Lifting his head crimson eyes flashing Yami scooted closer to his hikari, "bullshit, that's the understatement of the century".
"What did he do," Yugi asked, uncertain if he wanted to know.
"He decided to come tell me that he was there watching how Seto and I parent just after I got out of the shower, I was in a very compromising position in nothing but a towel. The bastard is lucky that he caught me off guard or there would have been hell to pay," Yami growled out.
"What for," asked Ryu as he sat behind the two with Honda and Anzu.
Sighing Yami ran his digits through his hair, "nothing Ryu, I was just startled this morning to find our teacher in my house, and to add to that when I found out, I ran into him, fell and was rather exposed in nothing but a towel. So all in all I had a fucking wonderful morning," he said sarcastically as he rested his head on his desk, a pounding headache making it known.
"Where's Seto," asked Yugi, "do he know".
"No, he doesn't, and I have no idea where he is, he usually beats me to this class".
As if on cue Seto strode into the room, Jou behind him, sitting down in the desk neck to Yami he wrapped an arm around his lover's shoulders, "Yugi, you need to go control your parents," he whispered angrily.
Yugi grunted, "eh, no, I'm the five-year-old remember".
"True enough," muttered Yami.
"Well think of it this way Yug, they have yet to kill each other," said Jou trying to lighten the situation while he poked the belly of his stuffed animal out of boredom.
The immense bang of the door slamming shut caught the attention of those in the room, silencing the cheerful (for the most part) conversations. K strode towards his desk dropping a file upon it before leaning against the sleek dark colored wood, "well, out of what I've seen so far all of you are now partially doing what you are supposed to be doing.
"But there is one problem, you stupid kids need to be more like kids, I've only found one of you kids that's screaming and wining enough. So either all of you are on a pretty good leash or have something shoved up your asses that prevents you from doing any childish things," he said glancing at each of the students, lingering on certain individuals before moving on, "now get up, start screaming and provide me some more entertainment. The last entertaining thing I had today was early this morning. Now be five-year-olds for the rest of class, or its detentions for everyone".
Yugi glanced briefly at Yami, the Pharaoh was glaring daggers at the substitute, allowing himself a small laugh he rose to his feet like all the other 'kids' and began his childish rituals. Then he realized something, his 'parents' were nowhere in sight. Jaw dropping and eyes widening impossibly he let a single word slip his mouth, "shit".
Hissing at the feeling of cool water splashing on his face Bakura scrubbed his face making sure that nothing was left from his meal at lunch before he began to fish around for the paper towel. His fingers slid across the counter, searching and running through used water that had been discarded on the surface. Scrunching his nose in disgust he shifted over, he did not remember the paper towel being that far away from him.
Just then a large clump of the rough papery substance was shoved into his hands, snapping his eyes open not caring that water was blurring his vision he stared in shock at the person whom had handed the paper towel to him.
"What are you doing here, Blondie, you're supposed to be in class," he snapped drying his face and hands.
"So are you," Malik shot back, crossing his arms.
"Yeah, well, you're the goody goody, now get yer ass away from me, I'm not in the mood for arguing, even though I usually love it," Bakura said tossing the paper towel into the garbage.
"I came here to talk about that very thing," Malik stated crossing his arms, "we need to stop arguing, the sooner we stop doing that, the easier this project will become, and the faster it will finish".
Chuckling Bakura moved towards the door, "yeah that's what everyone says, now get out of my way so that I can skip class". Before he could reach the door Malik stepped in front of him, firmly blocking his path, Bakura growled threateningly, "Seriously, get out of my way before I beat your ass".
Lavender eyes started at him angrily, "I'm serious Bakura, we need to start getting along, at least for these next few weeks while the project is going on".
"And I was pretty damn serious too, get out of my way," he said firmly stomping his foot.
"Why can't you at least try, or is that too damn hard for you to do, is that how low your competence level is," he stopped as a fist slammed into the tile wall next to his head, gasping he took a step back as Bakura's face moved rapidly towards his till they were only an inch apart.
"Because, it's who I am," Bakura hissed, "now get out of my way".
"No".
"I'm warning you Malik, I'll make you move".
"I'm not going anyway where," Malik said firmly, "now either we are going to get along or…."
"Or what," bellowed Bakura, "we'll fail this assignment. Sure why the hell not, I don't give a shit about his project. I hate it. As far as I'm concerned, it can go to hell, and that teacher can fuck himself".
"Did you think about Yugi and I, what about us, what if we want to do good on this project. Fuck, are you so heartless that you can't even try and think about others," Malik snapped.
"Have I ever cared about other people".
"You should learn Bakura," snapped Malik, frustration and anger in his voice, "you might find that people care about your well being, and that someone might actually love you. Think about that Tomb Robber".
With that Malik left the bathroom, leaving Bakura stunned and for once speechless.