(Play opening theme song: 'Vampires Will Never Hurt You' by My Chemical Romance)

"And a week ago, Mom tried dying her hair dirty blonde, but she screwed up and it turned bright red somehow." The long-raven-haired girl responded from the computer screen. Seto smirked some.

"That's pretty." He snickered. The girl smiled.

"It's better than it sounds." Seto nodded, coughing a little. The cough was apparently caught on the mic on the laptop.

"Are you okay, Uncle Seto?"
"Fine, fine, just clearing my throat. So, how's your dad?"

"Dad's doing fine." She nodded. "He misses you."

"Shit, he BETTER miss me." Kaiba joked. The girl laughed. "Speaking of missing, Arista, where's your brother?" Arista rolled her blue eyes.

"Tyler is good." Seto raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean by 'good'?" She squirmed in her seat some.

"Y'know….good."
"Did you dip him in chocolate and toss him to the screaming pack of fangirls he has again?" The teenage girl scoffed.
"No…..It was dark chocolate." Kaiba sighed. "Uncle Seto-"
"Don't 'Uncle Seto' me, Arista. I'm not lying to your Dad this time, you're father is going to be PISSED off."

"They gave him right back, look he just walked in." As Arista said this, a thin, pasty-skinned boy with short blonde hair and coal-grey eyes walked past the back of the couch. Clothes torn, stained with chocolate, he glared at his sister as he walked by.

"I hate you." She grinned at him.

"Arista, you're almost 17."

"And he's almost 15. Uncle Seto, he's younger than me, it's my OBLIGATION to torment him. I bet you tortured Dad." Kaiba blinked.

"No, I didn't."

Knock. Knock

"Come in." Seto replied to the knocker. The mini-vampire walked into the room.
"Hey, I just wanted to know if we had any more of them Toasty Cakes." Yuugi asked with a grin. The taller of the two paused and thought about it for a moment.

"Ehhh…I don't…THINK so, I'm pretty sure Yami ate the last one."
"Aw, damnit." Yuugi swore. Blinking, he noted the thin girl on the laptop monitor and waved with a smile. "Hey Arista!"
"Uncle Yuugi! Hi!"
"I told you, don't call me 'Uncle' Yuugi. It makes me sound old." Seto shot him a look.

"You ARE old." Yuugi smiled and laughed.
"Shut up, you're mother's a sea cow." Kaiba blinked as Yuugi turned back to the monitor. "So how's your brother?"
"I HATE MY SISTER!" Tyler shrieked from then other room. Arista smiled.

"He's doing good."

"Didja do the thing with the dark chocolate and the…" Yuugi trailed off in a fit of giggles. The teen girl covered her mouth, nodding gleefully.

"Y-Yeah."
"Oh my God, they got him?!"
"Oh, they got him GOOD. It was even BETTER this time!" As the two began laughing, Kaiba's eye twitched.

"Ha, ha, ohhh, I-I did it to your Uncle over here-" Yuugi then patted Seto's shoulder "-In the '80s. Moron never saw it coming, ha, HA!"

"Ha, ha, ha." The blue-eyed white vampire faux laughed. The laughing skidded to a halt as the vampires elbow jerked into the smaller's stomach, muttering "Bastard." as he did so urtHurt.

"Ugh." Grunted the smaller. Seto rolled his eyes.

"So when's your dad getting home?"
"Sometime soon, I think. He's been most of yesterday and all of today. It's not easy to work when your brother just dumps Kaiba Corporation in your lap at the most random times."
"For the last time, I'm SORRY." The '60s boy sighed. A pale finger aimed itself at Yuugi. "Blame this little bitch, he made me this way." The mini-vamp looked at him abashedly.

"Rat fink!" With a smug smirk, he stuck out his tongue. Yuugi scoffed. "Arista, tell Mokuba-"

"I'll tell Dad you said 'hi'."

"Good." Stretching his back a little, the smaller vampire about-faced to the door. "Well, I'm leaving. 'The Maltese Falcon' is on tonight and there's no way I'll be missing that." He waved once and with a cheery "Ciao!", left the room, closing the door behind him.

"Him and his stupid 'Sam Spade' movies."

"I HEARD THAT!" Arista giggled.

SLAM
"I'm home!" A voice called. Arista looked at Seto.
"You wanna talk to Dad?"

---

"I was ALL OVER him." Yami groaned into his hand, leaning back in the auditorium chair. Jou, who sat at his left (Hiroto was at Yami's right) nodded.
"And that's a GOOD thing." he guessed.
"No! It's not! I've known him for a MONTH!" The musician exclaimed. Hiroto blinked at him.
"But you think he's drop-dead sexy." Yami was silent.

"…Yeeeaaah…" He finally admitted. Honda nodded.

"And you WANT him to take you."

"No! I don't!" The blonde raised his eyebrows. "…Ehhh, yes I do…." The brunet cocked his head. "…..yes and no?" Both looked at each other and nodded. Yami noted the gesture and groaned.

"I hate when you two double-team me."

"Because you don't know what you want." Jou quipped. Yami bit his lip.
"Well…my body wants it now…but mentally, I don't want it just yet." Honda raised an eyebrow.

"But you let him take you." He stated. Yami sighed.
"He seduced me!"

"Which means mentally you wanted him then too." Jou jabbed.
"I wasn't thinking clearly."
"A drunken mans actions are a sober mans wishes." The brunet actor retorted.

"I wasn't drunk!" Yami protested.

"You know better than to get high." Jou added.
"I WASN'T HIGH!" He shrieked, insulted.

"So he's just that good?" Yami froze.

He moaned as the smaller boy tweaked his nipple once again while lining the students neck with delicate hicky's and kisses. His back arched at the sensual touch.

He let out a slurred gasp of pleasure with his hips gyrating to the touch.

"That's right, love." The boy above him whispered, kisses trailed from up his neck to the musicians' ear. "Doesn't this feel GOOD?" The guitarist moaned as a pink tongue flicked over the shell of his ear, caressing it gently.

Yami moaned loudly, bliss fogging his mind further. His hands were pinned down by the others as he sucked off the taller HARD.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

His face was as hot as a star and his innards stirred in want.

"I take that as a yes." Jou replied to his brunet friend. Honda snickered.

'More than you'll ever know.'

Yami thought to himself.

"My advice; just let him." Yami blinked, turning to the actor. Hiroto nodded. "Yeah. You want him, he wants you, you do the dirty-dirty and then it's all over."
"But…" He sighed. "It's not that SIMPLE…" Jou stared, a knowing smile on his face.
"I think he's right here, Honda." The brunet blinked then noticed Katsuya's smile. "It would be too SIMPLE for him." He continued, nodding. Honda replied with one of his own.
"Ohhh. I get it."

"What?" Yami asked. "What is it?"
"Nothing." They replied simultaneously. The songwriter rolled his eyes.

"I need new friends." Hiroto and Jou pretended to be insulted.

"What's wrong with us?"
"You had no problem with us in High School."

"That was High School. You were practically obligated to be annoying and stupid...Now you just ARE." Yami jeered. Honda gave a fake gasp.
"Well, I AM insulted."

"You should be. I burned you, yo." The musician stated without gangsterish enthusiasm.

"Just for that," The blonde started, poking him. "We're just gunna have to stick around just so we can definitely make you MISERABLE."

"No!" Yami joked, pushing him in jest. Jou pushed back and the two began to play fight. Yami laughed as he gave him a light smack and received one for himself. This was certainly lifting his mood.
"Alright, alright. Enough before you kill each other." Anzu's familiar voice scoffed from the double doors of the auditorium. As her heels 'thmp'ed on the carpeted floor, she walked into the aisle behind Yami and company. Yami tilted his head back to see her.

"Anzu! Hello! Jou and Honda were just telling me you were a hooker at the Cat Scratch Club nowadays. How's that going for you?" He joked. Anzu smiled.

"Well, I'll tell you what; give me 1,000 yen, invite me over to sleep at your place tonight and you tell me in the morning." There was a pause among them before the musician turned to Jou.

"Jou do you have 500 yen I could-"
"Shut up!" She gasped with a giggle. Yami let out a light laughter as Anzu reached over and lightly smacked him upside his head. "Ow. That kind of hurt."

"It was supposed to." She replied in jest. "Besides, you're gay. You wouldn't pay for me."

"Amazing how you went through that mood swing." Jou added randomly to his tri-color-haired friend.

"What?"
"Yeah, look. You were all confused before. Then you were just plain pissed, then you were sarcastic, then you were mean," he looked at Anzu. "He called us stupid and annoying." He said with fake tears.
"Poor baby." Anzu consoled lightheartedly. She tapped Yami's shoulder. "How many times must I tell you not to tell them the truth? They're too dumb to handle it." Yami laughed again.

"That-That was good."

"That was MEAN." Jou exclaimed. Anzu giggled.

"I'm sorry, I had to do it."

"She did." The musician agreed, still chuckling. "That was good!"

"No, you're just easily amused."

"And now you're all but rolling on the floor laughing." Jou scoffed, finishing his rant. Yami stifled his laughter and forced it into a snicker.

"So, back on topic, seriously now, how's work?"
"Awful. I hate it. Always have and I've only been there a week." Anzu sighed. "I feel like a damn whore." She scoffed. "A damn whore!" The dancer repeated for emphasis, stomping her foot once.

"So quit." Yami recommended. Anzu sighed.

"I can't. I need the money to keep me in my dance class. My family's using the money for Aunt Tea's funeral right now. Yami blinked at that.

"Oh. I'd heard about that. I'm sorry."
"Eh, its fine, I guess. Hopefully she's in a better place. Even if she was a bit of a skank." Hiroto gave a scoff-laugh combo thing.

"That was rotten."
"I'm not saying I'm not upset she died. She was my aunt, and she was really close to my mom too. And she was always over. I loved my aunt, don't get me wrong. It's just that..." Anzu sighed. "She never really…LIKED me." Her mood immediately dropped at those words. Yami turned around again, leaning an arm on the back of his chair.

"Anzu, I'm sure she loved you. She was nice to you that one time we met her."
"I know she LOVED me…but I don't think she LIKED me." The dancer shifted, uncomfortably. "And I kind of didn't like her either. She would always talk about how I dress and how I look and that I don't wear a lot of make-up and about you guys too. And never in a good way."

"Hey, she was nice to us, I thought." The performer scoffed.

"When you were around, she was. Once you guys left, she asked me if I slept with any of you yet." Jou looked disgusted.
"Anzu, what I'm about to say, I mean in the nicest way possible; I would have to be so drunk I would suffer alcohol poisoning in a minute, so high I would be seeing colors blending into colors I didn't even know existed, and have a head concussion so bad I was about to fall into a coma for me to even CONSIDER sleeping with you." Honda shook his head.

"Jou, you're gayer than springtime, we expected nothing less of that statement." Anzu sniggered again.

"Where is the teacher?" She asked between laughs.
"We have a substitute. Mr. Yasumi got arrested." Jou replied.

"Yeah right."
"I'm being dead serious." The blonde gave them a serious look. Yami blinked.

"Arrested for what?"
"Get this-He was arrested for sleeping with his students." Anzu's eyes widened.

"What?"

"You can ask Miho over there-she was one of them. Hell, she's the one he was CAUGHT with." Anzu gasped.

"No way!"
"Way!" Jou replied smugly. The actor tapped the musician.

"Sorry, Yami, there goes your passing grade." The songwriter sighed.
"Aw damnit." He snickered, reaching for his suitcase. "Well, if the teachers not gunna show, I might as well get the hell out of here."
"What? No. Hang out with us!"

"Come play with us, Yami." Anzu and Jou chanted. Yami groaned with a smile.

"No. I despise my theater class."
"Forever and ever and ever…"

"I hated that movie too and you know it." The two laughed. Honda sighed.
"Why do you hate theater so much?" Yami gave him a look.
"I don't hate theater. I hate the class. Like you like music but you hate the music class I told you to join."

"It sucks ass." Honda scoffed.

"So does theater."
"Forget you!"
"Forget you!" The two snorted at each other as Yami turned to leave.

"You're really cutting?" Jou asked. Yami shrugged.
"Why stay here?"

--BAM!--

Every head in the auditorium turn at the sudden noise. There, in between the double doors was a stern looking man. He looked as if he weighed almost 200 pounds and wore a dark green tuxedo. His hair was cut into a proper style and he walked down the hall with poise. Yami blinked.

"Mr. Spitzer, what are you-"
"Mr. Atemu, I know you were not about to leave your class before you were dismissed, am I correct?" Mr. Spitzer asked while walking by. Yami followed him with his eyes as he walked up the stage.

"That's why." Anzu answered to Yami's previous question. The teacher turned on the microphone and cleared his throat.
"My name is Julius Spitzer." He announced with strong emphasis on every syllable. Every student turned to him at that. "I was born and raised in America, graduated from the college of Julliard with a Doctorate AND a Masters degree. I've had fourteen heart attacks, directed eighty-seven successful performances in theater, and I have sculpted the voices of the most successful musical performers. You may know two of them to be No White After Labor Day and Blinda Blinda."
"You worked with Blinda Blinda?!" A random student called out. Yami thought it sounded like Miho.
"SILENCE!" Mr. Spitzer scolded loudly. "I shall also be your Theater substitute for the remainder of the year. And longer if a suitable replacement cannot be found. NO ONE will leave at the bell unless directed to do so by me. The bell does not dismiss you, I dismiss you. Remember that." His eyes narrowed sternly. "Also, anybody found cutting this class, will be immediately suspended and given as month of detentions after their suspension." a chubby finger found it's way to yami's direction. "Mr. Atemu, I suggest you sit down. Or if you would rather be gifted with the addressed punishment, continue to walk out the door." Yami flushed, a little embarrassed, and walked back to his seat.
"Why is he your favorite teacher again?" Jou asked. Yami let out a sigh and shook his head lightly.

"I don't quite remember at the moment."

---

"WHAT?! NO FAIR!" The green-eyed brunette wailed. Her curvy pale body, wrapped in its hot pink top and grayish plaid skirt, wriggled in protest at the machine in the cafeteria. Malik laughed.

"Sorry, Frannie. The vending machine's been broken for a month." Frances Beauvais shot Malik a pouty look, her bra-strap length curly brown hair swishing as she did so, before turning back to the machine and glaring at the candy bar.
"Ooh! There's GOT to be some WAAAAAY."
"Everyone's tried." The Egyptian interjected, taking a bite of salad. The French beauty twirled around again to face her friend.
"Malik Sekani, are you saying you have no faith in me?"

"I have no faith in the machine." He sniggered playfully. She gave a low malcontented scowl before twirling around and kicking the machine. She howled after her foot made contact, dropping to the floor and clutching her foot.

"OOOOH! THAT HUUUUURT!"

"I bet it did." The male laughed a little. The female vampire hunter cried again as a short-haired blonde girl tugged at her glorious brown locks.

"OW! Astrid!" Blue eyes narrowed. The tall, thin, figureless Swede, Astrid Blenda narrowed her sea blue eyes at her partner.

"Get up off the floor, Frances." (Although to Malik it sounded more like 'Geet oop off ze floor Fransees." because of her thick accent.). Astrid turned back to the Egyptian hunter, waving off Frances's moans with her hand.

"Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry for. You okay Frannie?"

"I will be." She moaned, grabbing a seat. She turned her head up and raised her hand. "Kane! The Seafood Medley please!"
"You got it!" A voice yelled from the kitchen. The Swedish blonde copied her partner.

"And Beef Lindstorm for me!" Kane's brunet head popped out from the kitchen.
"WHY must you make me break out the International Cookbook, huh?" He asked. His brown eyes set on Malik and his spoon pointed at the salad bowl. "Are you ready for your pasta?" Malik nodded.

"Yeah. Set me up." Kane nodded before going back inside. Astrid shook her head.
"God bless Kane. SO, Malik…" She asked, sitting at the table next to Frances.
Great the 'SO, Malik'.

"I heard that you and Marik went out the other night." She said with a grin. "How was it?"
"It was…nice." he replied cautiously, taking the last bite of his salad before pushing the bowl to the side. "We went to the movies." Frances scoffed.

"Marik's a dickweed." She scoffed.

"You don't really know him, Frannie, he's a nice guy." Malik defended.

"Did he pay or did you?" Astrid blurted. The Egyptian blinked.
"What?"

"Answer the question."
"Erm…we split the pay. Why?" He asked. The blonde gave a wicked grin.

"No reason." There was a pause before Malik gave a soft sigh.
"Astrid, I have NO INTEREST in dating Marik."
"But the other night-"
"We went to a movie! And…I could hardly call it a good movie."
"Which one?" Astrid prodded. Malik sighed again. He knew he couldn't win.
"We saw 'How About Not'."

"A romantic comedy." The blue-eyed girl grinned, leaning forward and closer to Malik. "And you say it was not a date."

"Didn't that get terrible ratings?" Frances asked. Malik nodded.

"And it deserved every one of them."

"Where did you two go for dinner?" The thin male hunter blinked dully.

"We came back here. Marik was on edge because he thought he saw Yuugi so on our way to the restaurant, we were both really tense. So we decided to come back to eat." Astrid grimaced at her tanned friend and blew a piece of her blonde bangs away from her eye, only for it to return to its position.

"You two," She began, leaning back a little ways. "Are no fun."

"Astrid, I don't even like Marik romantically. He's my best friend, that's all."

"Friends first is how most couples start out you know." The French belladonna's wisecrack was answered with a bland look from the Egyptian adult.

"Besides, I'm not ready to start dating again."

"Sweetie," Astrid started, sounding sympathetic. "It has been ten years since Bakura left." Malik felt a sting at his name. The Swede turned to the Frenchwoman. "It is ten, ja?" Frances nodded.

"Yeah. Ten. You're right."
"Okay ten." She confirmed. Astrid took a breath and looked at the other hunter again. "You need to start soon or else it will be too late. Years pass faster than you think they do."

"She's' right." A voice added.

Malik felt a tap on his shoulder all of a sudden. Turning his head and looking up, he smiled at his partner and the owner of the voice.

"Hey Marik."
"Hey."

"WHADDAYA WANT?!" Kane called from the kitchen. Marik grinned and yelled back

"THE USUAL!"
"STEAK WITH POTATOES COMING RIGHT UP!" The more muscular of the two sat down next to his partner.

"Miss Astrid." He greeted. The Swedish girl nodded. Marik's eyes went to Frances. "Frenchie."

As soon as the name was spoken, Frances sent Marik a glare that would knock a man to Hell in a heartbeat.

"Something wrong, Fran?" He asked with a smirk.

"My name is Frances." She spat. "Not Fran. Not Frenchie. Frances." With a small snicker, he raised his hands in mock surrender.

"Okay, okay, Frances." He replied with extra emphasis on her name. She scowled.

"Pompous dick." Malik heard her mutter. The kitchen door swung open and Kane walked out to the table, two trays on each arm, short brown pigtail swishing behind him.

"Okay, we have the streak and potatoes for Marik," The muscled hunter grabbed his plate. Kane held out his other arm for Astrid to grab. "Beef Lindstrom for the Swede." Astrid muttered a 'thanks' while taking hers. Kane set the other two plates down. "Seafood Medley for Frances and for Malik, pasta with meatless balls." Kane gave a sweeping bow, a small 'enjoy' and walked back to the kitchen where he asked for more orders. Marik scrunched his nose.

"Ew." Malik blinked and looked at him.

"It tastes the same." He insisted. Frances scoffed.

"If you close your eyes." The thin Egyptian hunter sighed, taking a bite of a meatless ball. Frances picked up her plate and began to stand up.
"Well, I'll be taking this to my room."
"What? Just because I showed up?" Marik asked. Frances glowered at him again.
"Shut up, you fcking ass."

"What did I do now?"

"She is just pissy because she hurt her foot kicking the vending machine." Astrid said, copying her partner.
"It ate my money!" She whined, remembering that little detail. The Swede sighed, patting her shoulder.

"Relax; we will get it fixed eventually."
"Don't count on it." Marik sneered. Frances limped with her plate in hand, being steadied by her companion.
"Go to hell, dickface."

"Already there." Frances shot him a final glare before hobbling on with Astrid. Malik gave him a light slap.
"Ass."
"What?" Marik asked with a snigger, shoving a piece of cut-off steak in his mouth.

"And you wonder why she hates you? It's because you act like that." The thin one retorted. The taller of the two smirked some.

"Hey, I can't help it. I like getting her steamed up."
"Why can't you just admit you like her already?" The muscle-built vampire hunter chocked back a guffaw at the statement as he chewed and swallowed his meat.
"What?!"
"Oh please, it's so obvious you like Frannie."

"How come you can call her Frannie and not me?"
"Because for one, I don't try to piss her off. And two, you never call her Frannie. You call her Fran or Frenchie and she hates it when people call her either." Marik rolled his eyes and took another bite of his food. Looking at his companion as he shook his head, Malik noted a small white slip in his cargo-pant pocket.

"What's that?" he asked. The taller gave him a questioning look, the thinner gestured to his pocket. Marik swallowed his food.

"It's a message. Your dad called."

There was a silence among the two.

"Are you gunna call him back?"
"No." Malik spat. "Why would I?" He sighed.

"Malik, you should really try to talk to your dad, try to patch things up. He sounded really happy when I told him you MIGHT call him back."
"Well, I won't." Marik rolled his violet eyes. The Egyptian next to him leaned on one hand, playing with his pasta. "If I ever did, a few of the names Frannie called you would slip out of my mouth."

"He cares about you." Marik continued to try. His knife cut at another piece of beef. Malik scoffed.
"When he's sober."

Not another word was said until they left the mess hall.

(Play ending theme song: 'House of Wolves' by My Chemical Romance)

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Digi12: Welcome to the wonderful world of filler, my friends. --gets on knees and begs-- I'm begging you, PLEASE send in ideas for me to use on the dinner date! I've got nothing!!!

Justin: We know.

Dii12: Oh! And Just so you guys know, vampire hunters work together in pairs as issued by The Powers That Be. Also, when I called Frances belladonna, I mean the Italian translation which is 'beautiful woman'. And lastly, Anzu is a nice girl in this fic. Tea's the bitch. because Anzu kicks ass in the manga and in Season Zero (Watch Season Zero. Seriously. Yuugi sounds adorable and Yami sounds…dare I say it, he sounds HOT.). And Tea's a bit of a wuss compared to her Japanese counterpart. So I like Anzu better.

Justin: We can tell.

Digi12: --squeals-- Over one hundred pages….over 1000 comments… you know what that means… --confetti-- 100'th page celebration fanart! –gets hit with brick by Justin--

Justin Ignore her. She's insane. And fanart desperate. Do not succumb to her wishes and she will write more just to please you and get fanart. I swear. She's a wuss.

Digi12: TTTT meanie.

Justin: --blandly-- Digi12 doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh or My Chemical Romance either.