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Title: Duel Monsters Next Top Model (7/?)
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 1
He's been awake for two days. Every since seeing the soulless eyes of his little brother, that haunting look that he'd vowed never to see again; that he'd promised Mokuba he'd never wear again. In the darkness behind him, he hears Yugi's choked sobs accompanied by Jou and Yami's soothing hushes and envies the smaller duelist's ability to release his anguish.
Tears were never in his nature to begin with and after Gozaboro, they've become nearly impossible. But, oh, how he wished for that temporary release right now.
"Come on," his bedmate whispers, pulling him out of the bed and out into the living room. He follows quietly, trying to understand how this strange relationship with Amelda came about. It's not like they have anything in common and the last time they spoke before their meeting again three weeks ago had been brief and forced.
"What do you want, Amelda?" he grumbles, flopping down on the large peach couch.
"I just thought it was best to get you out of that room for a while. It's not a positive atmosphere for you right now," he murmurs, flopping down beside Kaiba and leaning against him.
"What if I wanted to sleep?"
"You haven't slept since the cuts on Thursday," Amelda yawns and stretches.
"Are you trying to say that watching Bandit Keith get kicked out on his ass affected me that strongly," he quips.
Kaiba is startled to find Amelda's head in his lap, the redhead eyeing him strangely.
"Do you really want to talk about it?" the smaller man questions, piercing, silver eyes boring into his.
"No," he replies almost desperately, looking away. No, he didn't want to talk about seeing Mokuba like that again.
"Didn't think so," Amelda yawns again. Grabbing one of the small pillows nearby, the redhead puts it in Kaiba's lap under his head and closes his eyes.
"And what do you think you're doing?" Kaiba smirks down at the slim form.
"Getting comfortable, what's it look like?" Amelda yawns lightly. "Just because you can go days without sleep, doesn't mean that the rest of us can."
"You could have stayed in the bed you know," Kaiba points out.
"Your staring at the ceiling and thinking keeps me awake," the other quips sleepily.
"But my staring into a dark living room won't," Kaiba tries to comprehend.
"Don't know," Amelda yawns again, "but it was worth a try. Hey, I'm cold. Let me have that afghan on the back of the couch."
"And what about me?" Kaiba smirks in amusement, strangely grateful for Amelda's oddness as he covers the lightly shivering form.
"At least you have long sleeves," his unexpected charge murmurs, a light snore surprising Kaiba less than a minute later.
"I guess he really was tired," he mumbles, tucking the cover under the redhead's chin.
When he catches himself falling asleep about an hour later, he carefully gathers the heavily sleeping form in his arms and goes back to their bed.
"Maybe Amelda knew what he was talking about," he yawns into his pillow after tucking the redhead under the covers beside him.
Yami and the others aren't sure what to think when they find the two still sleeping late the next morning, Amelda with a peaceful smile on his face and Kaiba curled behind him.
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Kaiba nuzzles the soft hair under his face and tightens his hold on the warm body beside him.
Wait. Warm body?
Awaking with a start, Kaiba finds his arms wrapped around a still lightly snoring Amelda.
'Oh, it's just Amelda,' his brain clarifies. At first he'd thought he had someone in his bed for real.
'Well, Amelda is for real,' his mind supplies.
"No, he's just Amelda," he murmurs, slipping his arms from around the prone form and heading to the bathroom.
Once his pressing needs have been taken care of, Kaiba sets about getting ready for the remainder of the day, already knowing by the expensive watch on his arm that they've missed breakfast. Instead he'll get a cup of coffee and then pull out his laptop to check his e-mails and get some work done like he usually does after breakfast.
Leaving Amelda contentedly sleeping in the cocoon of covers, he heads out of the room.
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"What the hell is this?" Kaiba mumbles under his breath as he picks up the large Funny Bunny greeting card from the end table.
He'd gotten his coffee and had sat down to open up his laptop when he'd spied the card leaning against the slim, peach lamp. Turning it over in his hand, he finds that the back of the card is indeed the back of the Funny Bunny.
"Why am I not surprised." he scoffs opening the card to see what's inside.
'Just when you think you've got it made
And want to lay back and bask in the shade,
A giggling Bunny points and says, "Pooh!"
"I recommend a doo over for you!"
Pegasus
Be ready at 5:30 pm.
Re-reading the nonsensical rhyme a second and then a third time, Kaiba decides that he doesn't have that may hours in the day to decipher the cartoon psycho's babble. Tearing the offensive bunny in half, he tosses it across the room and gets back to work.
A few hours later, a well-rested Amelda picks up the two halves near the bottom of the staircase.
"I guess Kaiba got to you first, little bunny," he surmises, taking a seat on the bottom step and piecing the card back together. "Honestly Kaiba, don't you watch any American TV? This card is telling us that we're getting makeovers. Tonight!"
Scrambling up from the stair, Amelda makes the rounds to every room in the house and to the few duelists making use of the pool, letting them know that they're to be ready to go by 5:30 pm. The last person he finds is Kaiba, who's coming in the front door, dry cleaning bags in one arm and several express packages in the other.
"Where've you been?" Amelda inquires.
"I would think that's fairly obvious," Kaiba responds coolly, indicating his full arms.
Amelda grins.
"I guess that was a rather stupid question," he concedes.
"Yes it was," Kaiba tosses, heading back into their shared bedroom.
He puts away his dry cleaning, hanging some and folding others into closet drawers. He then turns to gather his packages from Kaiba Corp. and go back into the living room, planning to open them and continue working, but finds Amelda blocking his path.
"Is there some reason that you're violating my personal space, Amelda," he drawls.
"You didn't mind before," the redhead pouts.
"I was sleep deprived and didn't know what I was doing," he retorts smoothly.
"You just can't help being a bastard, can you?" the other laughs lightly.
"Any more than you can help being a princess," Kaiba teases.
"Princess!" Amelda screeches. "I'll show you princess!"
He chases Kaiba around the room, beating him over the head with the Funny Bunny card and punching him in the arms.
"You even hit like a princess," the brunet laughs, grabbing a cutely snarling Amelda by the arms once he's tired of being pummeled.
"Well, well. What do we have here?" a grinning Valon taunts from the bedroom doorway.
Instantly, Kaiba sobers and pushes Amelda away from him.
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with," Kaiba replies icily, gathering his packages and laptop and heading back into the living room.
"Was it somethin' I said?" he smiles at the glaring Amelda.
"Have I told you lately that you're a prick, Valon?" he sneers.
"Nope. You've been neglecting your duty in that area, mate," the aussie quips.
Pushing the armor duelist out of the bedroom, Amelda slams the door in the laughing man's face.
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Mako Tsunami is almost vibrating with excitement. A makeover! He's never been "made over" before. He's looked almost exactly the same since he was 6 years old! Now, at 22, he's going to get a whole new look! Apprehensively, he clutches the end of his waist length hair.
"I hope they don't cut off too much," he mumbles.
Beside him, Valon, Leon and Noa discuss what they think might happen with their makeovers.
"I'm tellin' ya that they're gonna change that color, mate," Valon nods to Noa. "Green hair is definitely wonky."
"And spikes are all the rage?" Noa retorts.
"I'm sure I'm in for a snip here or there," Valon shrugs.
"My hair's not a great color either," Leon inserts.
Noa and Valon both study him for a moment before Noa offers an opinion.
"Actually, it's an interesting color. They'll probably just cut it a bit, but otherwise leave it as is."
"Thanks, Noa! Maybe Valon is wrong and they'll leave your color alone too!" he beams.
"Not a chance," the aussie smirks.