Holy shit do I ever procrastinate lots! -.-. Sorry to all that looked forward to this chapter, because, yeah, I suck at updates! So, I'll get on with this quickly, because you all probably want the story right away, for those who read, ne ne? So, the disclaimers, warnings, and review remarks…
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters of Yu-Gi-Oh! They all belong to Kazuki Takahashi!
WARNING: This contains slight shounen-ai and Yaoi hinting. Meaning boyxboy shit. Bugger off if ya dun like this kinda stuff.
O.O.O.O.O.O.O - Indicates end of scene. Because, c'mon, you can tell which one is the dream!
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When All Else Fails, chapter 5
A dream is a microscope through which we look at the hidden occurrences in our soul.
Erich Fromm (Thank you, Sarah.)
The blonde swore colorfully, the sound muffled due to the toast in his mouth as he ran, back pack gripped tightly in his left hand and the other trying to button up his school uniform decently. Stupid piece-of-shit alarm clock! It was supposed to wake him up an hour before school, not ten minutes until!
He hadn't even had time for a shower, for God's sake! His hair felt heavy and greasy on his head, and his face felt dirty. He couldn't even have washed his face. And he had to grab the toast off of the counter, and it was hard, because he had made it last night, as a late midnight snack. Stupid, stupid, stupid alarm clock!
He scaled a fence, taking the left he knew so well from being so late so many times. He really, really needed a new alarm clock. The thing was his Dad's when he was young! Maybe he should have gotten one a long time ago…
Yeah, Maybe, Jou. He thought sarcastically. Maybe you wouldn't be late every other day.
The blonde quickly looked at a clock in a shop window as he passed it, taking a bite out of the toast and swearing once again. Two more minutes! Maybe, just MAYBE, he would be able to sneak into class. If the teacher was just a minute late…
Domino high soon loomed overhead after a minute, during the fore mentioned minute that Jou had jumped over a dog, nearly ran into a punk on a skateboard, eaten all of his toast, and finished buttoning the top button on his blue uniform. Maybe the teachers would let him off, for once, because he actually buttoned up his shirt like a snob…
'Snob' was officially related to Seto Kaiba. This gave Jou a fleeting thought of how he would have to face that bastard in Mr.Yuriko's class today, and he made a quick face as a lady passed by. Stupid Kaiba and his stupid molestation techniques. Why was the stupid, rich bastard suddenly bugging him all of the time, anyway? He had seen him everyday this week, after school, which was strictly no-jerk-no-Kaiba time. What was Kaiba, some stalker!
Honey brown eyes looked overhead at the clock on the tall 'torture center', another beautiful swear coming out of his mouth. Not even 15 seconds. He'd have to go to class with out his books if he was going to make it on time, and run. Well, at least it was way better then having another unexcused late on his record. What was he going to say, if he was late, for his excuse?
'Oh! My father's in jail for groping some random woman on the bad side of town, and my alarm didn't go off, and my responsible father usually wakes me up by hitting me in the head if it doesn't go off! Is that ok, than?'
Oh, yes, that would get him sent to a 'kids-are-so-poor-we-need-to-HELP-them!' place. Foster home. Whatever.
The blonde almost rejoiced when he saw his classroom after bursting open the doors, grateful that his class was right near the front doors and grateful to hear the bell only now. Yes! He would make it! Ms.Jonbiwa would excuse a few seconds, because she was nice, though still ditzy. Yes, yes, yes! He wouldn't be late!
"Mr.Katsuya Jounouchi! Why are you running around the halls at this hour? Class has already started, and you look like you're not ready! Are you late?"
He came to a screeching halt outside his classroom door, the loud, baritone voice bouncing off the walls and hitting him with a cringe. No! No, no, no! Please let it not be him! And he was so close too! Nooooooo!
The hand on his shoulder, which was steadily becoming tighter and tighter, roughly turned him around to look at the rugged face, which was currently scowling full force, trying to look tough. At least Kaiba made it look sexy when he scowled! This guy made him want to vomit up the toast that he had so dutifully eaten down! Couldn't let food go to waste now…
Snapped out of his thoughts as he was shook, he cringed again. It just had to be him, didn't it?
'Him', was Mr. Rivedo, the advanced English teacher, an American that claimed he once used to love Japan, but now wish that someone would burn it to the ground. The man had a scar along the side of his face (he said he had got it in a fight against 5 men. Yeah, right.), and his eyebrows were hardly there. His eyes were beady and too far apart, and his hair was a piss yellow color, always shiny from grease. He was one of those people that took everything seriously when sober, even going to the point of hurting someone if they disobeyed the rules. And, right now, Jou was in the guy's line of fire.
Fuuuuuuuck.
"Hmm, Katsuya? Did you just mumble something? No matter, anyway! You're going to the principal's office! Now hurry up and walk there slowly or else I'll be forced to drag you there and tie you to the chair." The angry scowl that was still scrawled on his face stretched into something that might have been a smirk, if only if it wasn't for the ugliness of the man himself.
The duelist nodded and mumbled something close to 'Yes, sir…' and began to walk slowly off, receiving another ugly smirk from the blonde teacher.
He also received a smack on the ass.
The brown-eyed teen straightened up immediately in shock, refusing to look back as he heard a raspy laugh come from behind him. What the fuck? Was that a way of hitting on him? Why was every man he met up with suddenly a fucking pervert!
He resisted the urge to groan as he trudged down the hallway, hand coming up to cover his face, reminding him of how dirty he felt right now. And the smack on the ass wasn't helping him feel any cleaner, either. The blonde remembered what day it was after he lifted his hand off and decided to stare at the ceiling, and this time, he did moan.
God damn it, it was only Thursday!
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Maybe it wasn't such a good time to be going into the principal's office right now.
Loud yelling was coming from the small waiting room connected to the actual principal's office, the voice yelling sounding too angry while the other voice was calm, quietly explaining something or other to the person giving the verbal assault.
Maybe, he could go to the bathroom to wash his face and then, by the time he got back, the yelling would have stopped and the angry person would have gone, probably in a car or something. He couldn't really quite distinguish the voices, hear if it was a mother or father complaining to the principal about a daughter or son in trouble, or a student trying to get out of trouble for something they did do, but didn't want to take the blame for.
On second thought, why was he missing this? He could be laughing hysterically (albeit silently) as the principal quietly handed some person's ass to them! It would be even better if it was one of those rich, snobby parents that thought the world owed them everything, and that their kids were just absolutely perfect. The ones that thought Jou and other poor punks didn't deserve to breathe their 100 purified air, straight from the Caribbean. The blonde snorted as another unbidden thought came up. Kaiba's mum and dad would probably be one of those people, if he had any parents.
In a quick bout of genius, the blonde unbuttoned his shirt again, happy with his old look, and hunched over slightly, gaining the immediate status of a no-good punk that loved five finger discounts. Hah. It was good to be something that pissed rich people off.
He dragged his feet towards the door in a bored fashion, his facial expression well matching his walk as he lifted a hand and turned the knob effortlessly. He pushed open the door rather noisily, foot pressed against the bottom and hand pushing the knob back roughly as the room in front of him blossomed, showing something he thought he'd never see.
Seto Kaiba. In a principal's office.
And he was very, very pissed off.
Honey brown eyes widened slightly as he watched the scene, taking in the yelling, red-faced Kaiba to the calm, relaxed principal. Usually, the roles would be reversed, wouldn't it? Kaiba acting all calm and cool, while someone he was threatening to take their job away from was yelling furiously, making their own threats? That's what he thought, anyway.
He quietly made his way to the chair furthest away from the violence, slumping into it and looking downwards to avoid any stares he might have received when he entered. God damn it, he wasn't ready to face rich boy yet! It was only yesterday afternoon he had realized that it was moneybags himself haunting his dreams! He was at least hoping he could avoid the cobalt-eyed teen for the rest of the week. But, of course, the Gods were still trying to make his life a living hell. And they were probably having plenty of fun doing it, too.
The words being yelled finally made their way into his hazed, troubled mind. He tried not looking up as Kaiba's voice got deadly quiet, and he remembered, briefly, the duelist's face when he was dead furious. It made him shiver. Yes, he was kind of scary when he was that mad.
Hell, he was VERY scary.
His ears perked up as he caught more words as he continued to look down. Well, at least they were ignoring him, right?
"I refuse to fail this year because of your ignorance, Mr.Yaminako. I am a businessman, as you should know! I cannot always waste my time on school and such! I run a billion-dollar corporation, and it's difficult to balance schoolwork, taking care of my brother, and my company, along with other chores. Why do I need to attend more then half the school year, Mr.Yaminako, if I already have above average grades?"
"Because, Mr.Kaiba, you are still, under law, under age. You can be taken away to a foster home, with your little brother, if you didn't have the special treatment. You need a high school degree, also, and then a college or university degree in business to be a respected, and an actual, businessman. You may have been trained, Mr.Kaiba, but that does not mean that training was proper. I am here to make sure you are still getting an education you may or may not deserve. And, please, I know you are probably the most intelligent person in this room, but that doesn't stop me from making sure you'll be more respected."
"That is a load of meaningless nonsense, Mr.Yaminako! This conversation is over. And if you decide to push this request on the law, I know, for a fact, that it will not pass."
Kaiba's eyes narrowed at this, the burning blaze of actual emotion burning down into a spark. His hands were clenched tightly around his suitcase handle. It clenched tighter, if possible, at Mr.Yaminako's next words.
"We'll see about that, Mr. Kaiba. Now, please, get to class."
Said in such a cool and calm voice, and as if he had the final word. Jou almost felt pissed for Kaiba, the guy that tormented him day and night. God. That was harsh.
Apparently, rich boy thought so, too. His jaw clenched tightly as he turned around, dark blue coat swishing in the invisible wind. His eyes, which now seemed way darker then before, finally saw the blonde hunched in the corner, trying to be a ghost.
It didn't work very well, except when the CEO was yelling, obviously, because he received a deadly scowl, and then nothing at all as the brunette disappeared through the wide open door which the blonde had accidentally left open.
Damn. That had gone well.
He snapped his head up as the principal spoke to him, the voice still calm and cool. The young duelist noticed something else, in the way he said it, too. The principal sounded unattached, kind of dreamy sounding. What the fuck?
"I'm sorry you had to see that, Mr.Jounouchi. Please, never speak of that again. Now, come into my office and tell me what you're in for."
Nodding, he got up slowly, making his way slowly to the office. A thought past through his mind as he closed the door softly, and he almost shook his head in disbelief. All of that had happened in the span of one period.
Oh, he couldn't wait to see what the rest of the day held for him.
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"Ah… Uhn… Seto!…"
He gripped the countertop desperately, holding on as much as he could as he was pushed forward and back, his midriff starting to get a red mark from the pressure it was receiving from the countertop.
Another breathless moan found it's way out of his mouth as he was slammed into again, the uncomfortable feeling he had before disappearing as the brunette behind him hit a certain spot inside him, one that made him almost scream. He did see white stars, though.
A grunt from behind him as he pushed back against the young CEO, urging him to continue his thrusts. His hand found his own cock, hard and painfully pressed against the cupboard, and he stroked it with feverish lust, eyes closed tightly shut.
God, this was… Something. He had soon learned that his lover was a bit of a sex maniac, not caring where they had sex, especially when he was in one of his 'moods'. But, hell, if he wasn't good at it.
Another thrust buckled the blonde's knees and he was suddenly grateful for the stable piece of furniture his chest was currently pressed against, and he gave himself another quick stroke. Another moan broke the air; the sweaty pants and whimpers hanging in the kitchen like a permanent smell.
They had been, originally, trying to make Yugi's birthday cake, but had somehow ended up in the position they were in now. Flour and eggs were left forgotten, invisible to both of their eyes as they both kept a steady pace, moans slowly growing higher and needier as they both came closer to their climax.
"Ah… Seto!"
The white liquid that signaled his release shot out, making a mess of the cupboard. He heard a small noise, Seto's 'pleasure noise', as the brunette came inside of him.
He panted and smiled as the teen pulled out of him, turning around and wrapping his arms around the brunette's neck, placing a quick kiss on the chaste lips. The taller teen smirked and kissed him more forcefully, and they kissed lazily for awhile, until they both ran out of breath. Another shared, secret smile, and then Jou spoke, voice slightly dreamy.
"That's a good way to make a cake."
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… And why did they have in school suspensions where you could fall asleep?
Stupid dreams. Stupid in-school suspension for being late and skipping Mr.Retards meeting. Stupid everything. And now he had a stupid hard on. God damn it!
He sighed as he rested his head on his arms, heated face being scratched by the slightly rough material. How was he going to get rid of the stupid tent in his pants if the teacher was right there? And what about the rest of the students? They'd go psycho if they ever knew Jou had an 'explicit content' dream. Stupid punks with some smart words. He unconsciously squeezed his legs together. Stupid hard on.
A sigh escaped his lips as he thought of the only solution to get his way out of the dilemma. It wasn't very good, but it was only thing he had.
'Think unsexy thoughts'
The blonde almost laughed out loud at the stupid sentence. Was 'unsexy' even a word? And who came up with this thing? He snorted. Well, right now, it was the only thing he could do.
Five minutes of thinking about Mr.Rivedo in a thong did nothing to calm him down. And hell if that wasn't disturbing. He cringed as another, very 'unsexy' picture came up in his mind. But that did nothing either. He almost moaned out loud, in disgust instead of anything else.
This was going to be a very, very long day.
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Finally! Fifth chapter done! Sorry for keeping you guys waiting! But, yeah. I'm going to be busy for the next week, so please don't expect an update soon!
I'm going to be job hunting! Because the stupid lady that hired me kept on telling me to come at 6:00 am, and then she sent me back home to come back at 3:00 PM, three times in a row -.-. So yeah. I was pissed and quit.
Anyway, hope you had fun reading this, even though it isn't up to my usual standard! Later!