Title: Duel Monsters Next Top Model (4/?)
Author: Mishiko Shinsei
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Pairing (s): Various
Beta: None
Spoilers: Minor for the series
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in Yu-gi-Oh, just the cracked-out stories I write about them.
Summary: Pegasus is crazy. He draws two other crazies with him, Dartz and Siegfried von Schroeder. Together the three make our beloved duelists an offer they can't refuse. Warnings for crack! and slight OOC-ness.
Week 0 – Part 2
Kaiba finishes his shower, his fury at finding that psycho Marik peeping at him all but abated by the soothing heat cascading over his shoulders.
'I'm only doing this until I can get Mokuba back,' he reminds himself.
After drying off and brushing his teeth, he gets dressed in a pair of blue satin pajama pants and a white undershirt. He exits the bathroom to the quiet bustle of the room's other occupants milling about and putting their clothes into the dressers. Out of the corner of his eye, the CEO spots Yami pulling a medium-sized, framed shot of himself, Yugi and "Grandpa" Motou from his shoulder bag and placing it reverently on the low table beside his bed.
Kaiba notes that a few of the others have also placed personal items on top of the dark wood furnishings, such as Yugi's small, framed photo of himself and an equally smiling Anzu and the Mutt's framed 5"x7" of his sister's graduation picture. He raises an eyebrow in surprise at the candid shot beside it of fin-head and the Mutt's sister cuddled together on someone's couch in a small, plastic frame.
'I should have known,' he scoffs, though part of him is a little surprised. 'I figured that she would be with that dice-freak, Otogi.'
Deciding that none of it concerns him, he walks his dirty clothes and toiletries back to the closet, noting that someone else has decided to use the mostly empty space as well. He waves away the other person's belongings dismissively he neatly folds his dress pants, shirt, under clothes and socks into a corner near his suitcase. He'll find out about laundry services tomorrow.
Moving to the French doors side of the canopied bed, he opens the translucent curtains to climb in and go to sleep, only to be startled by a lump curled up on the far side of the bed. Dropping the semi-sheer material, he corners the first additional occupant of the room he can find, Yami.
"Who the hell is that in my bed?" he growls menacingly, knowing that the best of his angry moods have always rolled right off of the arrogant Pharaoh.
"It's Amelda," the other replies quietly. "He didn't have anywhere else to sleep and he's exhausted. He and Valon just flew in from Australia this morning."
"And how is that my problem?" he glowers.
"Come on, Kaiba. Don't be like that. Think of it as a thank you for taking up for you in the limo and for keeping you from murdering Dartz this afternoon."
"That's not necessarily a deed worth thanking him for, Yami. Dartz needs to die. Especially since he probably had a hand in bringing Noa back to life," he snarls.
"Kaiba..."
"If he comes within a foot of me, I'm kicking him out," Seto hisses, heading back to the now occupied bed.
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"You're just jealous, Tomb Robber," Marik smirks, handing the white-haired man the Millennium Ring. "You only wish that you could have seen Kaiba in all his glory yourself."
"And I told you that he'd see you if you tried it," the other sneers. "And I am NOT jealous! You didn't see him in the limo. Kaiba's shooting with an unstrung bow. I wouldn't mess with him too much if I were you."
"Whatever, Thief," Marik waves him off, much as he did that idiot blonde earlier.
"Your funeral," Bakura shrugs, securing the ring around his neck. "I'm going to go find Ryou. We need to get to bed."
Marik scoffs at the other's warning as Bakura heads out of the room, certain that his partner-in-crime is merely exaggerating for effect.
"And I'll prove it," he grins to himself, also heading out of the teal and cream room, fingers firmly wrapped around the Millennium rod.
Down the hall, in a bedroom a little smaller than the one he's sharing with Marik and Ryou, Bakura finds his quarry talking quietly to a leather and satin-clad Otogi, a shy smile gracing the gentler man's face. A spike of unreasonable jealousy flares at the scene, before Bakura ruthlessly suppresses it.
"Time for bed, Ryou," he intones, stepping closer.
"Isn't a little early, Bakura?" Otogi questions, glancing at his watch. "It's barely 9 o'clock."
"You may not need to recover from jet lag, dice-freak, but the rest of us do," Bakura sneers. "C'mon, Ryou. You've had something to eat and now it's time to sleep."
"Bakura's right, Ryuuji," Ryou exhales. "I do need to sleep off this jet lag. But we'll talk tomorrow after breakfast," the smaller white-haired man chirps as the larger drags him away.
"Tomorrow then," Otogi waves.
"Whatever, dice-freak," Bakura growls, his jealousy back full force at the smile in Otogi's eyes.
"Bakura, are you alright?" Ryou inquires as he changes into his pajamas beside the taller man.
"Fine. Just fucking tired," the other grumbles.
Ryou nods in acceptance before asking, "Where's Marik? Isn't he going to get some sleep too?"
After swiftly checking the bathroom, Bakura comes to what he hopes is the wrong conclusion.
"That idiot," he mumbles. "I hope he's not trying what I think he's trying."
"Bakura?"
"C'mon!" He grabs Ryou's arm and pulls him along down the stairs toward the large bedroom at the back of the house. As he nears the darkened doorway, his heart lifts a bit, thinking that the crazy Tomb Keeper may have actually listened to him.
Kaiba's enraged, "What the fuck are you doing?" followed by a strangled yell and the crash of splintered wood and shattered glass, immediately quiet that thought.
Advancing quickly into the now brightly lit room in front of his other half, Ryou bears witness to a sight he hopes never to see again.
The remains of the shattered French doors hang open precariously, while on the stone patio beyond, Kaiba is strangling the life out of Marik across a black, ironwork table, its two chairs knocked over by the force of Kaiba's attack. Frantically, Amelda, Jounouchi and Honda are trying to loosen the grip of the completely out of control brunet, to no avail.
Suddenly the CEO drops like a rock. Out of the corner of his eye, Ryou catches the Sennen eye fading from Yami's forehead, a grim frown to his lips and Yugi's sympathetic hand on his shoulder as the others half drag, half carry Kaiba back to the huge bed closest to the doors.
"Ryou, call an ambulance," Bakura's clear voice cuts through the smaller man's shock and he turns to go find a phone.
"Already done," Otogi informs them as he steps into the room, the faces of the house's eleven other occupants peering cautiously around him and the doorframe.
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"Your brother would not have been happy if you'd killed him," a light tenor voice intones next to Kaiba as he blinks awake.
"What the fuck do you know about my brother?" he grumbles to the unknown person as his senses begin to clear and he starts remembering what happened last night.
'That is, if it was last night,' he ponders as he recognizes the lifting fog of one of Yami's mind crushes. 'I'll have to remember to pay that bastard back for that,' he promises himself.
"I know that, like my own little brother, he isn't a fan of violence," the now familiar voice of Amelda admonishes.
"Hn. Shows what you know. You've obviously never seen his video game collection," Seto retorts nastily.
"Don't be obtuse, Kaiba. You know what I mean," the other snips.
Looking around, he realizes that he's back on the canopied bed with his unwanted bedmate sitting nearby.
"So, if he's not dead, where is he?" Kaiba inquires, still trying to get his bearings. Yami's hit wasn't that hard this time, but it still hurts like hell and has wreaked havoc with his equilibrium.
"Intensive care," Amelda replies sadly.
"Good," Kaiba growls.
"Kaiba, you can't mean that," the redhead admonishes.
"That fucker was trying to use the rod to control me," he hisses, closing his eyes and reaching for a moment of calm. "Trying to get me to take off my clothes and let him…" he trails off bitterly.
"Hmm. He's lucky that I didn't know that at the time. I'd have probably helped you," Amelda scowls.
Kaiba turns to the figure sitting cross-legged beside him, assessing the truth of the other's words. Seeing the tightly controlled fury in shadowed, silver eyes, he believes Amelda's assertion.
"Then the Pharaoh would have just blasted us both," he smirks.
"Possibly," Amelda smiles. "Are you hungry? Breakfast should be ready in about 20 minutes."
"Good, then I have time for a shower," he mumbles, slowly pulling himself from under the covers to head into the closet and then the bathroom.
"You're in no condition to shower by yourself," Amelda states, crawling across the bed to stand in front of the struggling CEO. "Let me help you."
"No," Kaiba scoffs at the offer even as he accepts the shorter man's assistance up from the bed. "This isn't the first time that I've been hit by Yami's Mind Crush and I'm certain it won't be the last. I can manage just fine."
Shaking off Amelda's arm, the CEO straightens and purposefully makes his way to the closet and then the bathroom.
"Stubborn, arrogant..."
"Yes. Yes, he is," Yami startles Amelda from the doorway of the bedroom.
"He's also hot as Hell," Amelda murmurs under his breath.
Yami laughs, secretly agreeing wholeheartedly with the redhead.