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Title: Duel Monsters Next Top Model (8/?)
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 2
Marik plays with his new doo, really liking how his hair turned out, even if he had to do it himself.
"Idiot stylists! Wimps, all of them! So, I growled a little. I wasn't gonna really cut off that guy's dick and feed it to my hamster if he messed up my hair. I don't even have a fuckin' hamster!" he scoffs.
Seeing a glint out the corner of his eye, he quickly whips his head around and glares. Taking the hint, the roving cameraman roves somewhere else. Smiling in satisfaction, he goes back to spiking out his short black tresses.
In the distance, he hears the crash of yet another camera being destroyed and shakes his head. When will they ever learn?
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"Didn't I tell you to keep those things away from me," the newly black-haired CEO snarls after smashing yet another roving camera. The wielder of said camera quickly picks up the pieces and scampers off.
"Seto, you can't keep destroying their cameras," Amelda admonishes, sweeping his now shoulder-length red mane into a low ponytail.
"I can and will continue to do so if they don't stay away from me. And when the hell did I give to permission to call me Seto?" he grumbles.
"Umm...now?" Amelda proposes slyly.
"No. It's Kaiba to you too," he snaps.
"Bummer," the redhead pouts.
Jounouchi turns a chair around next to Amelda and flops into it backward, his newly long head of blonde hair flowing back from his face and halfway down his back.
"So what're you guys up to," the blonde prods.
"Minding our own business, Mutt," Kaiba retorts as he turns a page of the Financial Times. "Maybe you should try it."
"I'm actually glad to find that you're still a prick, Moneybags. It makes this whole thing seem less surreal," he sighs.
"Who's been teaching you such words, Mutt?" Kaiba teases.
"Hey! I'm in college, I'll have you know!" Jounouchi retorts indignantly.
"Really?" Kaiba flips down his paper in surprise. "What are you studying?"
"Business Administration. I wanted to be able to help Yugi out with the shop," Jounouchi smiles proudly.
"Hn. I'd have thought you'd be studying to be a dog catcher," he smirks, going back to his reading.
"Kaiba..." Jounouchi growls.
"You really can't help being a bastard," Amelda interjects.
"Whatever, Princess," Kaiba tosses.
Amelda kicks him lightly under the table and Kaiba grunts in offense. Jounouchi watches their interaction in amazement, wondering what's going on between the two. Before he can ask, the former Pharaoh and his counterpart join them.
"I hate this," Yugi complains, plucking at his trimmed black coif and trimmed blonde bangs blown back from his face.
"I LOVE this," Yami counters, running slim fingers through his much shorter, dyed red hair, his trademark blonde spikes streaking like lightening flat against the top and sides of his head, short blonde bangs lightly framing his face.
"It suits you," Kaiba compliments, momentarily entranced by how much his rival's crimson orbs now stand out on his face.
"What? Moneybags gave someone a complement? That black dye must have seeped into your brain," Jounouchi chuckles.
"Bite me, Mutt," Kaiba smirks, returning to his paper.
"Hey all!" Honda greets, steeping up to the table, his shorter brown hair flowing in soft waves around his face.
"Hey, Honda," comes an almost universal reply. Kaiba merely grunts his greeting, secretly hoping that they'll all go away.
"We got another card," Honda waves the large Toon World greeting card in the air.
"What's that crackpot got ta say now," Jounouchi grumbles.
By way of response, Honda reads the short verse and the attached information with it.
When you're all alone and not sure what to do,
And a happy little Toon book's just not right for you,
Don't cover your head and try to hide,
Just join me for a cycle ride!
Pegasus
Be ready at 8:00 am sharp!
"What the fuck does that mean," Kaiba growls, ready to reach over the table and shred the ugly, crappy card.
"Don't know, but I guess we'll find out tomorrow," Honda shrugs. "I gotta go let the others know. Later."
"Later, Honda!" Yugi waves, his actions echoed by most of the others at the table. Kaiba doesn't look up from his paper.
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"You look like a boy," Bakura grumbles about his lover's short, auburn locks. Otogi's long black mane is now a softly feathered auburn that barely brushes the nape of his neck.
"News flash, love. I am a boy," Otogi smiles.
"You know what I mean," he mumbles, though he can't help admiring how the length and coloring bring out the other's gorgeous emerald eyes.
"It looks like they didn't do much to your hair," the dice master intones, running his fingers through Bakura's soft, white waves.
"Yeah. That's 'cause the guy who did me had just done Kaiba and Marik. Well, tried to do Marik. His hands were shakin' the whole time he was trimming my hair, so I'm surprised that it doesn't look like I went through a weed whacker," Bakura laughs.
"Ah! Well, that explains it. Yami said that the plan was for Kaiba to go blonde, you know, because of his blue eyes. But when the guy told Kaiba that, he threatened the man with decapitation!" Otogi relates.
"Heh. That sounds like Kaiba. I think the black looks better on him anyway."
"I don't know, he'd probably have been a really hot blonde," Otogi smirks.
Bakura rolls Otogi onto his back on the bed.
"I'm the only person you should think looks hot," the former Tomb Robber growls, playfully nuzzling his lover's neck.
"Mm. Maybe you should remind me, 'Kura," Otogi purrs as Bakura's hand slides under his lover's shirt to tweak a nipple.
A knock on the bedroom door halts both their movements.
"Yeah?" Otogi calls.
"It's Honda. We got a new card," the person replies.
"Later, Babe," Bakura whispers, lightly kissing the green-eyed man on the lips before using the power of the Ring to disappear.
"Come in, Honda," Otogi calls sitting up on the bed.
At the bottom of the front stairs, Bakura releases the Ring's invisible mode. On the patio behind him he catches the sound of another camera meeting its demise followed by a chorus of, "Kaiba!" from the "Kaiba-tachi." It's what Bakura has begun to call the CEO's little 'fan club' of Amelda, Yami, Yugi and Jounouchi .
"Man, he'd truly kick my ass if he ever heard me call them that," he snickers, heading into the kitchen for an afternoon snack.
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Malik settles into his hotel room a few miles from the house where Marik is staying with the other contestants. He still has his open-ended ticket to fly home, but he decided instead to stay close to his other half.
"I know he's going stir crazy right about now. Not to mention missing Rishid like crazy," he mumbles to himself.
When the wielder of the Rod made his threat to the hair stylist, Malik was sure that he'd be kicked out immediately. But instead, the larger man took matters into his own hands, sheering off the bulk of his platinum blonde spikes before randomly picking a color to dye his newly shorn locks. Malik has to admit, the end result was quite spectacular.
"Rishid is going to totally flip!" he laughs to himself, as he plays with his own slightly shorter platinum blonde mane. "But I'm glad they didn't do too much with mine."
Deciding to act on a crazy idea, he calls Rishid to first tell him that he's out of the competition and then suggests he come stay at the hotel too. He then calls Marik on his cell phone and invites him out for dinner the next night. His other half promises to meet him at the restaurant Malik's chosen at 8 o'clock.
"But instead I'll have Rishid there to meet me at the same time," he grins, planning to rent another hotel room for the night knowing that his counterpart and his husband will probably be screwing all over the place.
Happy about his good deed, he picks up the room service menu to order in.
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"Fuck! Couldn't you have found a better spot?" the taller of the two whispers, hard-pressed to get out of his clothes in the confines of the dark closet.
"It's either here or on the living room couch, mate," the slightly shorter man responds.
"Fuck this! C'mon!"
Swinging the closet door open, he drags his companion out the front door to the empty limos.
"No effin' way, blondie!"
"It's this or celibacy," the other growls, using a hanger from the front hall closet to pop the lock.
"Fuck celibacy," the other mumbles, checking his robe pocket for the lube before climbing in and closing the door behind him.