YAY! Chapter 4!! *dances* Sorry I couldn't update any time this week, it seems as though my teachers some how knew I didn't want homework this week so they gave me as much as they could!! THEY'RE PLOTTING I TELL YE!! PLOTTING!!

…*sighs* I'll try to calm down… *huffs and puffs*

Aerik: You should probably explain some stuff to the peoples…

Aera: Oh YA! Anyways! (I F*CKING HATE THAT WORD!!! *twitches*) I had a mental drain when I wrote this chapter so there is virtually NO Seto/Jou numminess… *sighs* BUT!!

Aerik: There's always a catch…

Aera: My second fav couple is the star of this chapter (you'll see them and their many issues throughout the rest of this fic also ^^ They are the second main storyline! Which actually they make up the 3 and 4 story line since Seto and Jonouchi are both going to have separate sad and depressing crap going on with them, then Otogi is 3 and Honda is 4. I'll add Yugi and Yami stuff in the background along with Bakura/Ryou and Marik/Malik and so on!)

Aerik: She gave them MANY problems…

Aera: *blushes* maybe I'm too evil…

Aerik: Better believe it!

Aera: Sorry bout the dub names, especially this chapter… (I ABSOLUTLY DESPISE typing Tristan, Tea, Duke and the rest of the dubs… *grumbles* I should have changed the first chapter to 'Jou' instead but forgot and posted… *sighs* too late now… oh well! I can always change it in the future!)

Aerik: I hate it too.

Aera: Thanks… So, moving ahead… disclaimer blah blah blah… its in the first chapter…

I think Otogi's personality is all wickity wack (Cheeleader: Ya'll wack… The Ugly One: Wickity Wack? Cheerleader: No, just regular type…)

Same as Honda's.

Oh well! I'll explain that stuff as I go along and why they seem different now! ^^ *making up excuses*

This is probably the longest of all the chapters *is lying cause she knows it is* Most of the chapters will be about this size since I'm moving into the story which is good news!

Oh! There's more swearing and stuff in this chapter than all the other ones… beware, I swear a lot in fics! hehehe ^^;;

Oh! And if you haven't figured out the other coupling yet… (which I hope you have…) is Honda/Otogi or TRISTAN/DUKE AS THE WAY I HAVE UNINTENTIONALLY FORCED MYSELF TO WRITE IT AS!!! …any…hoo! ya…

Well I hope you enjoy chapter 4!

Unexpected Surprises

Author: Aera-chan

Date: 11-21-03

Series: Yugioh!

Rating: PG-13

Chapter IV: Not Everything's Peaches and Cream

Seto Kaiba walked through the halls of Domino High slowly. He was not having a good day.

First of all, it was a Monday. Oh how he despised the day. Everything bad always happened on a Monday.

Secondly, he found himself suffering from insomnia again, which hadn't happened since elementary school when his step father was still around. So, consequently, he only slept for about an hour before his damned alarm went off.

And more importantly, the events of Saturday night were still fresh in his memory, and he was guaranteed to see the blonde idiot he hoped would call in sick today.

Oh how he hated Mondays.

He sat behind the hard wood of his desk in the back corner, reading silently. Students began to file in as the bell threatened to ring and accuse them of being tardy. As usual he found himself ignoring the annoying chattering of his classmates, he pushed it far away from his consciousness, a skill he learned long ago.

But sometimes some things cracked through his mental block defense.

He looked up quickly spotting the source of his most recent troubling.



Joey ducked as Tristan swung playfully at his head.

"Hey, come on, I didn't mean it!" Joey laughed as he ducked again.

Tristan wasn't about to give in. He quickly pounced the blonde and pulled him into a headlock.

"Hey! Lemme go Tristan! Lemme go!" Joey cried out struggling to free his head.

Everyone giggled happily, except for Yami who settled for a good natured smirk.

"Com'on Tristan, let him go." Tea said laughing.

Tristan reluctantly let the boy go.  Joey growled at the boy before fixing his always messy hair.

"Tristan you dork, I had my hair just perfect then ya had to go and mess it up. Thanks a lot."

Tristan rolled his eyes at his friend's antics before inserting an arm around Duke lovingly. "What's wrong sweetie? You haven't said anything this morning? Tired?"

Duke jumped slightly at the touch, he blushed. Finally becoming used to the new feeling he leaned his head into his boyfriend's shoulder shyly. "I guess. I hate Mondays, so that doesn't help much either."

 Tristan squeezed him around the tummy playfully. "Come over today and I'll give Monday a whole new meaning…" Duke blushed madly at the implication. He shook at the thought.

"Sorry." Tristan said laughing. He turned to look at the rest of his friends. They were also blushing.

"Yeah, you better be sorry Tristan. We didn't need to know about your guys' personal life." Tea said angrily. Tristan scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

"Guess I wasn't thinking."

'You never think Tristan… but I still love you.. and its not your fault you don't know, but I'm too afraid to tell you.'

Duke thought silently in his head as he watched Tristan contend with the rest of their friends' anger and embarrassment, especially that of Tea's.

Tristan, finally free of their wraths, dragged Duke over to his desk and pulled him onto his lap and gently began to kiss his neck. Duke shivered slightly. It felt good to the dark haired boy, it felt really good, but it was a bit strange to him… and kinda scary too. Even after all this time.

But his feelings for Tristan won over in the end and he found himself leaning into the warm and lightly tickling sensation.

"Boys! After school! Mr. Devlin, to your own seat!" Tristan stopped abruptly and Duke glanced behind them seeing their flustered teacher.

Duke hopped off of the taller boy's lap, receiving a whimper from the brunet, and sat down in his desk two rows over.

He looked back at Tristan to see Tristan's hazel colored puppy dog eyes staring back at him. He giggled slightly before burring his head in his arms. He shivered slightly. He hated these bad feelings he got.

'Its Tristan you idiot… grow up. Its not like before. Its Tristan for god's sake! Tristan! ……why do I still feel this way? Why cant I just forget about it? It was so many years ago… and this is different… I want this… right? …yeah, that's right.'

Duke glanced up quickly at his boyfriend. He was eating something while trying to hide it from the wary teacher's eyes.

'Moron… he always forgets his breakfast. I'm surprised I didn't have to remind him again. Maybe he does it on purpose… nah… he doesn't have any reason to… unless…'

FLASHBACK

Tristan pulled the raven haired boy down onto him as he fell back into his bed. Duke shivered unconsciously.

"Wha…? Tristan!" Duke cried as Tristan began to kiss and nibble on his neck.

"What's wrong baby? You act surprised. We've been going together for almost a year and you are yet to kiss me. We barely cuddle. Where's the fun?" Tristan asked giggling. Duke felt the knot in his stomach grow, a knot he didn't even notice previously. "You wouldn't want me going off to find a new lover now would you?"

Duke felt his stomach twist and churn.

'Tristan… don't do this now… please don't say this now.'

Tristan laughed at Duke's startled expression. "I was just joking. You look so worried. I'm not going to go off and leave you. Come on, I love you. Seriously."

Duke sighed, his stomach still in a mess, but feeling much better than it had a minute ago.

"Tristan… don't speak like that…" he said in a depressed tone.

Tristan pulled Duke into his arms. "Hey look, I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd take it like that, ya know. I thought you knew when I was joking. I'm sorry."

The feelings returned.

'I really messed up. I guess I didn't realize that it has been this long for me to never even have kissed him. I never even say what I know he wants to hear. Those three words. Those three little words. Those… I l-lo- why cant I say it even in the recesses of my head? What is wrong with me? Seriously?'

"Tristan?" Duke whispered quietly. Tristan gazed up into his bright emerald eyes.

"Yes?"

Duke leaned his head down close so his lips were nearly touching those of the brunet's.

He saw the hazel eyes slide behind light pink lids through his dark ash-colored eyelashes. He felt Tristan's body move slightly under him, trying to raise to the touch.

Images flashed through his head quickly, his dark smell seemed to linger in the back of his mind. He felt old scars burning terribly with dark painful memories.

His stomach churned in bitter movement as his heart beat against his chest in a hard pounding rhythm making his ears ring. His lungs compressed, his eyes widened as his body began to shake uncontrollably.

He pulled away from Tristan's body quickly and flung himself deep into the baby blue blankets. He held his stomach and mourned inside his head as he tried to control his body's trembling.

He could hear Tristan sigh desolately.

"…Duke…please tell me what's wrong?"

He felt Tristan pulling him towards him again. He stilled his body and allowed the other to tuck in securely in the warmth of his arms.

"Duke… what is it?"

He couldn't tell him. He couldn't bring himself to say it. He did it twice, that was already too many times.

"…I'm not ready," Duke mumbled into Tristan's neck "… I'm sorry…"

"Hey now, don't be sorry. Its not your fault, when you're ready you're ready. What I said earlier, I didn't really mean that you weren't good enough or whatever you're thinking. I'm the one that should be sorry."

Duke sniffled and drove his head deep into his neck, hiding from his wary eyes.

"Oh Duke, please don't cry…"

Duke began to cry harder.

"Duke…"

Tristan cuddled the dark haired boy until his eyes were dry again.

Tristan chuckled.

"Its okay to think I'm fat, it doesn't bother me…"

Duke blinked confused. "…What?"

"Well, you were getting all emotional and stuff, it was obviously a mental struggle with whether or not to tell it plain and straight to my face that I'm fat. I mean, come on…" Tristan giggled.

Duke blinked again. "I wasn't thinking that…."

"Duke, don't worry about it, I already know I'm fat so you don't have to deny it. I mean look at me!" Tristan pulled some new thanksgiving extras about his belly into his hand. "I gained like, who knows how much!"

Duke giggled. Not because Tristan was fat, actually the opposite was true. Tristan was rather skinny but it was hard to tell when he wore his big jackets. Only when he took his shirt off did you see the slight protrusions of bone just under the skin. Sometimes Duke wondered whether he had an eating disorder or something.

"Sure… you look like a total fatty." Duke said laughing.

Tristan's eyebrows raised slightly. "You think so? Really?"

Duke looked up to see the serious way Tristan's face looked, especially his eyes. "Tristan…"

"Yah, I was meaning to work it off you know… just forgot, … I'll get rid of it though, maybe the gym downtown is still in business…"

Duke blinked up at his boyfriend a tad troubled. "Tristan… you're not fa-"

"Well, I think my mom's going to be home soon… promised I'd pick up some.. groceries. So, I better drive you home… your mom might get worried."

Tristan stood up quickly, grabbing a shirt and sliding it over his lean figure. He grabbed his black jacket and slid into it, hiding his body from the raven haired boy's view.

Duke watched silently, his throat burning with emotions.

'Tristan…why, what is it? Why do you ask me what's wrong in my life when I find that you have your share of troubles too?'

"Tristan…?"

Tristan turned around tossing him his dark red sweater. "Well, lets go…"

Duke followed silently, his thoughts focused on the boy in front of him.

They reached his house in a few minutes, Tristan stopped the bike and helped Duke off.

He reached over and gave Duke a tight hug before saying goodbye. As the dark haired boy turned to head into the apartment building, he couldn't help but notice the way Tristan held his coat in front of him. He stopped and turned to the other boy who had started to walk away.

"Tristan…" He said stopping the brunet in his tracks. The other boy turned. "…you're not fa-"

He wasn't able to finish his sentence as a pair of chapped lips crushed into his own. He blinked in surprise. He definitely wasn't expecting that. The feelings didn't come like they had before.

Just as he was readying himself to accept the kiss, the lips pulled away quickly.

"Uh… I'm sorry Duke. Please forgive me…" Tristan turned away quickly and sped away on his bike.

Duke felt his stomach drop. Something was up with Tristan.

He felt a bit helpless as he let himself inside to the warmth of his own home.

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Duke sat beside Tristan at lunch as they always did. Duke munched on the croutons of his salad.

"Tristan… did you forget you lunch money again?" Duke asked sounding peeved. That was the third time this week!

"Ya… well, the teachers keep giving me loads of homework and I just forget and… stuff…"

"Here, have some of my salad." Duke said pushing the plate towards him.

"That's okay. Its not your fault I forgot my money so you shouldn't have to feed me."

"Its okay, I insist."

"Nah… I'm not really that hungry anyways…"

"Bullshit. You didn't have breakfast either, you gotta be starving. Here, have some of my salad."

"That's okay, I'll just bloat up and stuff."

"Tristan… is this about last week? Like I've been saying, you are not f-"

"Um, I have to go, I'll see you later okay?" Tristan pecked him on the cheek before dashing off quickly towards the lockers.

'Tristan… why do you do this?'

END FLASHBACK

Duke sighed as he slid further down in his chair.

'Tristan…'

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Tristan quickly glanced over to see his boyfriend looking at him. He raised up his snack bar in triumph earning a thumbs up from the boy.

Tristan smiled happily before shoving the remaining contents into his mouth.

'Fuck, I need to get outta here…'

Tristan began waving his arm in the air franticly. "Mrs. Lady! Can I go to the bathroom? I really have to go!"

The teacher turned towards him. "Not another one." she said sighing. "Tristan, I have a name you know…"

"Sorry, but I really have to go!" Tristan made an act of holding his crotch while rocking back and forth in his seat.

"Couldn't you have gone earlier?"

Tristan blushed. "Uh, I was… busy…?" he tried.

She sighed. "Fine, be back soon, oh and sign out!"

Tristan ran to her desk and scribbled his name quickly while dancing back and forth from foot to foot.

The class laughed as he took off sprinting. Duke smiled at his lover's oddness.

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Tristan tore around the corner. Seeing himself out of the sight of his classroom, he dropped the charade and walked the rest of the way.

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He pushed his finger deep into the back of his throat. His stomach arched and collapsed finally reproducing his breakfast in the toilet.

He coughed up everything he had eaten that hadn't been digested yet.

'What was I thinking eating that?! I mean, who knows how many calories are in it?!'

He steadied his arms on the wall trying to stabilize his heaving body. There was hardly anything in his empty stomach so he coughed up some bile as well.

'I wish I wasn't so fat… I wish I was skinnier…maybe daddy would come back… maybe he would love me again… love me just one more time...'

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7 year old Tristan sat on his bed, he could hear his parents arguing in the other room.

"Shuddup bitch! I don't fucking need to hear this!"

He heard a crash and his mothers wretched sobs.

'Stop daddy… please stop…' the small boy chanted in his head as he hid beneath the covers of his bed.

He heard his dad trying to apologize, this confused Tristan to no end. First he would hit them or throw them into the wall, and then he would ask for forgiveness. His mother always took him back. And Tristan learned to do likewise.

'I wish daddy was like the other kids' dads. They're really cool. Like Robby's dad is a fireman I've heard. My dad's a drunk. Even I know that. I wish he could be normal… and take me places… be a good dad… but he's okay I guess… he does love us somehow.'

He heard his mom shut the door to the bedroom across the hall quietly. He waited for his dad to follow. He heard nothing. Finding himself a bit worried he slowly got up and crawled to his doorway. He opened it a crack and peeked through.

He saw his dad in his chair drinking from a dark bottle slowly. He had tears running down his face. Tristan's stomach did a flip-flop. His dad hardly ever cried, something was wrong.

He got up and quietly walked over to his dad. His dad looked up at him.

"What are you doing up? You should be sleeping, you have school tomorrow." his dad growled.

Tristan's eyes widened into his irresistible puppy dog eyes. His dad smiled and picked him up in his arms. He gave him a bear hug, those only happened on rare occasions now. Tristan whimpered quietly and his dad began to tickle him.

"What's wrong my little baby boy?"

"… you and mommy were angry again…"Tristan said after a moments hesitation.

His dad's face fell slightly. "Its okay, we aren't angry anymore." he smiled again, rubbing his nose to Tristan's happily. "Everything's okay now."

Tristan laughed and wrapped his arms around his father's neck. "I love you daddy."

His dad was quiet for a few moments. Tristan looked up and saw tears prickling the older man's eyes.

"Daddy! What's wrong? Why are you sad?" Tristan asked alarmed.

His dad shook his head. "I'm okay… I love you too." His dad kissed him on the forehead and told him to go to bed. Tristan jumped off the chair and to the floor and ran into his room to be a good boy.

The next morning, his dad was gone. He normally didn't leave for work until after Tristan was at school. His mom explained to him that sometimes mommies and daddies have to have 'breaks', and that currently they were taking one.

Within a month his dad was back. He was kinder at first. His parents hardly fought and everything was going smoothly. His dad even saved up some money and took him to the zoo. Tristan finally got what he wanted. A better dad.

Then things changed…

When he turned 8 his dad began to drink heavily. He also started to beat them. Tristan had cuts and bruises on his torso and back. His dad knew better than to leave marks anywhere visible. But just like his mother, he never stopped loving his dad.

At night he'd dream about how things were a year ago. Everything was so perfect. But nothing perfect lasts.

Tristan became depressed and found himself eating more than necessary. He became a bit overweight and undesirable as a son in his drunken father's eyes.

He also found a new friend. Joey Wheeler.

His dad was an alcoholic too and he suffered from similar things.

With each day, their friendship grew stronger and closer. This his father detested.

"You little fat assed faggot!" His dad yelled at him after Joey had left. "What the fuck were you two doing in there?! 'Playing' with each other?! I heard those noises! What the fuck were you doing?"

Tristan was backed into the wall in his room. His bed was messy and undone, making it look suspicious. But they had done nothing but play innocently like the children they were.

"N-nothing… we did nothing I swear!" the small boy stuttered as his dad loomed over him menacingly.

"Don't lie! I can hear the deceit in your voice! Now what the fuck were you two doing?! Answer me!"

Tristan began crying, his dad scared him more than anything at the moment.

"We weren't doing anything!"

"Stop lying!" His dad smacked him hard bruising his face and throwing him hard into the wall.

Tristan lay against the cold white wall, sobbing quietly. His mom rushed in and grabbed onto him.

"Tristan! My baby!" She turned on his dad. "Get out of this fucking house you bastard! Get out! And don't try to come back! I'll call the police! Now get out!"

His dad threw an empty beer bottle and hit her in the head with it. "Fuck you bitch! I was leaving anyways! No way I'm staying here with some worthless bitch as a wife and a fucking fat assed faggot for a son!!" he turned and threw some tables over and smashed the hall mirror with his fist. He went into the kitchen and grabbed some beers from it before throwing the whole machine onto its side.

He left without another word.

Tristan's eyes grew big as his father walked away from the house to get into his dirty red pickup.

'Daddy! No! Don't leave…' Tristan ran to the opened window.

"Daddy!!" He felt his mom's arms around his waist.

"Tristan…"

"No!! Daddy!! No! Come back! I forgive you!" He screamed out the window hoping his dad would stop and come back to them. He wished his dad would hug him and kiss him goodnight again. He wished his dad would call him his little baby boy again. He wished he would love him again.

"Daddy!! I love you!! Please come back!" He sobbed hysterically as his mom tried to pull him away from the window and into her lap.

"Tristan.." She said as tears streamed down her face. "…please Tristan… its too late… come here."

He felt her need and went to her. She hugged him tightly sobbing into his shoulder.

"Its okay mommy… daddy isn't angry, he's taking a break." She looked up into his small innocent face. She shook her head 'no'.

"Tristan… he's not taking a break… he's not coming back baby, he's gone."

Tristan couldn't take it. He fled to his room slamming closed his door. He pushed a chair under the handle and crawled beneath the covers of his bed. The same covers that he had been accused of earlier to have had sex with Joey under. He sniffed the remaining scent of his friend into his nose.

He missed Joey. He needed him now. He needed his comforting friendly arms. He cried till he fell asleep. He heard his mom try the door, but it melted away into his dreams.

As his mind fell farther away from consciousness, he made up his mind. He would get daddy back. He would get rid of his fat. He'd be thin and his daddy would love him again.

He didn't know what a faggot was, so he let it slide away from his thoughts to never think of it again…

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Tristan splashed his face with freezing cold water making him breathe in sharply in response.

He dried himself off and went back to his classroom. He slide into his seat quietly and counted down the remaining hours until he could go home and sleep again.

'Too long… too long…'

To be continued…

OOOHHHH!!! THE DRAMA!!!! *sings* What will become of my other two favs?! You'll have to find out!! Oh! If you read this on the 21st (actually it will be the 22nd since I'm posting it at pretty much midnight!) I'll be posting the next chapter tomorrow! (the 22nd)

That chapter will have Seto/Jou numminess in it so you can look forward to it! Well, please R/R!! I will love u forever! Oh! And I'll do the Reviewer's Response Corner tomorrow, I'm really tired… I just wanted to really get this up! ^^;;

Well, next time I'll write a long author's note if u want… *so tired…*

Oh, what did you think of the longer chapter? Like it? Should I write more and update like every 2 or 3 days, or really short chapters every 1 to 2 days? I cant guarantee either, but I'm voting for longer chaps! (don't ask why I'm voting myself… its unexplainable…)

Well… *yawns* bai bai! See ya tomorrow!

-Aera