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Title: Duel Monsters Next Top Model (9/?)
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 3 – Part 1
Leon packs the last of his belongings, aware of the camera recording his every movement.
He isn't sad really. It was fun while it lasted.
"If only Sieg wasn't forcing so many of the others to compete," he murmurs.
"You'll have to speak up, kid," the nameless cameraman prods.
"Oh, I was just saying that it was fun while it lasted," the 18-year-old lies convincingly. "And besides, I did get this great haircut, so that was cool."
Smiling brightly, he uses his fingers to flip the layered hair from his face, shaking his hair so that it brushes his shoulders at its longest point.
"I wish everyone remaining good luck," he declares with a grin.
'Well, maybe not Marik,' he thinks to himself as he drags his suitcase behind him.
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Yami studies his winning photo from last week.
'I look pretty good on a motorcycle,' he smiles to himself. 'When we get back, maybe I'll look into buying one. Grandpa will probably have a fit!'
At the thought of Grandpa Motou, his mind is filled with the image of the older man's empty, violet eyes.
Disgusted, he tears the photo in half.
"Yami? You okay?" Yugi inquires beside him. The two had decided to make use of the small table on the patio outside their window just to sit and relax.
"I'm fine, Yugi. I just forgot for a moment why we're here," he frowns.
"It's okay. You're a competition junkie. I know that you'd never really forget," Yugi smiles, touching his other's hand lightly.
"I guess you're right," Yami sighs. "I do sometimes lose myself in competition."
"Especially if Kaiba is involved," Yugi quips.
"Yes. Especially if Kaiba is involved," he affirms.
Yugi then dares to breach the subject that he knows has been on all of their minds for the past three weeks.
"So, what do you think is going on with Kaiba and Amelda?" he asks calmlynoticing that Yami stiffens at the inquiry.
"I don't know. Maybe they're a couple now," the other replies distantly.
Yugi presses his lips together in concern.
"No, I don't think so," Yugi offers into the uncomfortable silence. "I think maybe they're just friends. Though I'm not sure how that happened, since they're like night and day."
"Opposites attract, Yugi. And I don't believe that they are as much 'just friends' as you think. You haven't seen how Kaiba behaves around Amelda. And he smiles for him. Honestly smiles! I even caught them laughing together last night just before bed!"
"But, Yami, that doesn't mean..."
"They sleep wrapped in each other's arms!" Yami practically yells in Yugi's face, his own a mask of anger and hurt.
"Yami…" Yugi reaches out to soothe his counterpart, belatedly realizing that he probably should have kept his mouth shut about Kaiba and Amelda.
"It's fine, Yugi," Yami pulls away and stands up. "I'm going for a walk. I'll be back in a few hours."
Frowning sadly, Yugi watches him go.
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"Let me just get my wallet," Mako calls heading upstairs to the room he shares with Valon and Noa. Now that Leon is gone, maybe one of the three of them could move in with Marik.
'Or not,' he thinks to himself, remembering how unsettled their second resident psycho has been of late. 'Maybe tonight's outing will help him too.'
Yami's well-time suggestion at dinner of a club outing had been very well received by the bulk of those still participating in the contest. They'd been several blocks away when Mako realized that his wallet, with his ID still inside, was sitting on the dresser in his room.
Reaching for the doorknob, he hears muted voices. Figuring it must be Valon watching TV, he opens the door and goes in. Flipping on the light, he's surprised to find Valon and Jonouchi in Valon's bed, obviously engaged in carnal pleasures.
"Ya ever hear of knockin', mate?" Valon questions breathlessly, the blonde below him frozen in shock.
"My apologies," Mako mumbles, averting his eyes and quickly grabbing his wallet. He flicks the light back off and locks the door before closing it on his way out.
All the way to the club, Bakura keeps asking him why his face is so red.
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Amelda is having a great time at the club, though he's unable to coax Kaiba out onto the dance floor. Not that it matters since Kaiba's look-alike Noa has been able to match him step for step. He grins at the sight of the normally placid, immaculately groomed, older Kaiba seriously working a pair of tight black jeans and a light green tank, sweat plastering the edges of his now dark brown hair to his face.
"Go, Noa! Go, Noa!" he taunts, laughing heartily at the other's antics as the taller male grabs Yami's hands and spins him in a circle. The once tri-colored man whoops with laughter, somehow managing to grab Amelda's hand and pull him into the circle too. Not too long after, the DJ switches to something slower and they break apart, Noa heading to the bar for some water, offering to get one for Amelda as well.
"Oh yes, please," he pants. "I'll be over at that table in the corner."
Staggering away to where Kaiba is sitting, he forgets that it wouldn't be a good thing for the two Kaiba's to interact, since the now raven-haired CEO consideres Noa an enemy. He flops into the booth next to Kaiba, leaning back on the other's shoulder.
"I take it that you're having fun?" Kaiba smirks.
"Loads," Amelda gasps. "Are you sure you won't join me?"
"I'm sure."
"Spoilsport," the redhead grumbles.
"Oh!" Noa starts, once the flashing lights of the club settle and he can see who Amelda is leaning on.
"What the hell do you want?" Kaiba snarls at his stepbrother, all traces of his openness and familiarity with Amelda gone as if it had never been.
"Keep your shirt on, Kaiba!" Noa snarls right back. "I was just bringing Amelda some water!"
He tosses a small bottle to Amelda and storms off.
The icy glare Kaiba then levels at Amelda takes the redhead's breath away.
"You're spending time with him, now?" Kaiba glowers.
"W-What are you talking about?" Amelda leans away from the enraged CEO, honestly afraid of him for the first time since they became bedmates.
"You know how I feel about that bastard! Why would you have anything to do with him?" he snarls.
"It's a club! We were dancing! And since when do you have the right to tell me what to do anyway?" Amelda yells.
"You're right," Kaiba snaps coldly. "I don't."
The CEO then gets up from the booth and heads out of the club leaving a completely dumbfounded Amelda behind him.
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Ryou opens the Blue-Eyes Toon Dragon card and starts reading.
When you're all alone and feeling Blue
Your heart's a Dragon, and you're not sure what to do,
Don't you fear, don't lose your mind,
'Cause ready or not, it's Action time!
Pegasus
Be ready at 2:00 pm
"Thank Kami," Honda groans. He and Yami had challenged Ryou and Yugi to a drinking contest last night and lost spectacularly. He knows there is no way in hell that he will be able to move with any strength until late tomorrow morning. As it is, he's barely holding his head up tonight for dinner!
'I can't believe those guys drank me and Yami under the table like that,' he muses in disbelief.
Taking a sip from his ice-cold water he glances around his chosen table. Because he was so late for dinner, he just plopped down anywhere instead of at his usual place next to Jou at the big table in the corner.
He's actually quite surprised to see a solemn Amelda sitting across from him, when the whole house knows that he and Kaiba are in each other's hip pockets. Next to Amelda is Valon, whose normally spiky, long, brown hair now flows flat down the aussie's back, blonde and auburn highlights making the 20-year-old look about 16 when it's pulled back from his face. Valon's been trying to engage Amelda in conversation for the last 20 minutes, but the redhead's mind is obviously elsewhere.
'Probably with Kaiba,' Honda assumes, as said CEO hasn't had one meal at his usual table all day.
"I gotta say that I like your new doo, Ryou," Valon complements.
"Thank you," Ryou replies shyly. "Though they didn't do much, just a trim and some layering."
"Well, it looks good at any rate. Don't you think so, 'Melda?" he prods the sullen redhead.
"Hmm? Oh, yes, it does look nice," Amelda agrees glancing at Ryou for a moment before looking back at the now cold cup of tea in front of him.
"That's it!" Valon declares, hopping up from the table and dragging Amelda with him.
"Hey!" the redhead protests, "What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm tired o' you mopin'," he grumbles, pulling Amelda through the living room and down the hall to the big bedroom on the first floor.
"Now get in there an' talk to him," he orders quietly, shoving Amelda in the direction of the bedroom door.
"You're not the boss of me," Amelda grumbles.
"Git!" Valon snips, swatting Amelda on the butt for good measure.
"Hey! That hurt, you prick!" Amelda snaps back.
"Whatever! Now do like I told you," Valon calls over his shoulder as he heads back out to finish eating.