Title: Duel
Monsters Next Top Model (10/?)
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.
"What?" Kaiba barks in response to Amelda's knock.
"It's your princess," Amelda replies solemnly.
Several moments pass before Kaiba opens the door, momentarily locking eyes with Amelda before walking back to sit at the ironwork table holding his open laptop.
"I'm sorry," the redhead intones. "I shouldn't have brought him over to our table."
"No, you shouldn't have," Kaiba retorts, rapidly typing on the laptop.
"Well, what about you?" Amelda prods.
"What about me?" Kaiba drawls.
"Don't you think you should apologize to me too?" the other snips, his anger starting to rise.
"For what?"
"For being a fucking bastard!" Amelda yells.
Kaiba looks up, cocking an eyebrow in amusement.
"I thought you liked me being a bastard," he smirks.
The redhead sputters in indignation a moment before launching himself at Kaiba with a yell. The CEO slides from the chair, laughing at the smaller man's attempts to punish him with punches to his arms.
"And you still hit like a princess," he snickers, wrapping the flustered redhead in a restrictive embrace.
His shock when Amelda leans up and presses their lips together lasts only a moment before he returns and deepens the impassioned kiss. When they pull apart a few minutes later, they are both flushed and panting.
"Wow," Amelda breathes, licking his lips. "I've wanted to do that like forever."
"Did you now?" Kaiba grins at him.
"Didn't you?" Amelda raises an eyebrow in inquiry.
Kaiba's smile fades and he steps back.
"Kaiba?" Amelda frowns in confusion.
"I can't give you what you want, Amelda," he murmurs, turning away.
"I don't understand," the other imparts.
"I'm only here for Mokuba. Once this is all done and he's free…" Kaiba's voice trails off.
"I see," Amelda nods in comprehension.
Kaiba goes back to his laptop to finish working, intent on ridding his mind of the pleasant memory of someone other than Mokuba honestly wanting him solely for himself and not for who he is in the world and what he represents.
Slim arms wrapping around his neck from behind several minutes later startle him from whatever Kaiba Corp. report he's reading.
"So," the redhead exhales, "Does this mean you'll be even more of a bastard now?"
"I don't know," he smirks, glad that at least their friendship remains intact, however fleeting it may be. "Could you be any more of a princess?"
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Marik looks sadly into the camera lens.
"I miss him," the least sane Ishtar admits. "I just saw him last night and I miss him already."
With a sigh he leans back on the peach loveseat in the game room.
"Who'd have thought that I'd turn out to be the sappy, lovesick fool?" he mumbles, tossing random breakables into the elaborate fireplace nearby. "I can't wait for this crap to be over so I can go home."
With a far more serious face, he looks back into the camera.
"I can't even say for sure whether I even care if Ishizu goes free or not," he whispers. "I just need to be back with Rishid."
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Croquet throws up his hands in exasperation.
No matter how he tells Kaiba to pose, the stubborn CEO does whatever the hell he wants and his pictures still come out spectacularly!
On the other hand, that ocean boy, Mako-something, follows every direction to the letter and his pictures seem to be getting worse!
"I still say they should have simply cut all of his hair off. Having that flat, black mane to work with really hurts him," he murmurs turning to direct his newest problem child, Kaiba's eternal rival, Yami.
Croquet recalls the first time he saw the ocean duelist's re-made hair; he thought then that it was a bad weave simply being used for the shoot. The over-done mullet hung much too long in back and had absolutely no shape at all in the front. And when they tried to "fix" it by cutting layers into the top that just made it even worse! Pegasus' right-hand man, turned artistic director for the contest, had begged the stylists to simply chop the guy's hair off to his shoulders, suggesting that it would give him a "surfer" look since he already has a very deep tan, but they'd ignored him.
As Yami's session winds down and they start to set up for the next duelist's action shots, Croquet admits to himself that if he had known his boss' role for him in this competition, he'd have seriously considered quitting.
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Glancing briefly at the cameraman to his left, Ryou sighs lightly as he sits down by the pool. Lazily kicking his feet in the water, he wonders about his course of action regarding Bakura's relationship with Otogi. Shouldn't he tell Bakura that he knows and that it's okay with him?
"Maybe not," he asserts to himself. "He's so private about things like that. I wouldn't want him to think that I was spying on him."
"Wouldn't want who to think you were spying on them?" Jou inquires, taking up residence next to Ryou and sipping on a tall glass of lemonade."
Momentarily startled by the blonde's appearance, Ryou turns back to the water with a shake of his head.
"It's nothing," he offers by way of a reply.
"Uh huh," Jounouchi scoffs.
"Say Jou," Ryou begins casually after a short silence, "Are you and Valon a real couple or just using each other for relief?"
Jounouchi sputters out the lemonade in his mouth and nearly drops the glass.
"W-what?" he stammers, face suddenly warm from more than just the sun.
"I said –"
"I fuckin' heard what you said, Ryou!" he yells.
"Sorry," the white-haired man shrugs.
"Kami, Ryou! You can't just ask a guy that out of the blue! Besides," he pauses to lean forward and lower his voice," how the hell do you know about that anyway?"
"Umm, Jou…everybody knows. The house isn't that big. And, well, you're kind of…loud," Ryou explains.
"Oh, Kami, just shoot me now," Jounouchi mumbles, his face bypassing pink and roaring straight into crimson.
"Bang," a voice mocks behind him.
Jounouchi turns to see a smugly smiling Noa Kaiba standing beside him. Involuntarily, his eyes travel over the tall, swim trunks clad form, the sudden tightness of his jean shorts telling him just how much he's enjoying the view. Tearing his gaze away, he puts down the glass of lemonade and covers his face with his hands.
"I'm just a sex-crazed maniac," he whispers, shaking his head.
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"Tell me again why we're moving outta here?" Jounouchi grumbles to Honda as they pack up their things.
"The cartoon loon thinks that since there are only twelve of us left, we should be in a smaller place," Honda explains for the billionth time.
"But I really like it here," Amelda grumbles, fully engaged in packing as well.
"Then stay. No one will miss you," Kaiba smirks.
"Bastard," the redhead tosses.
"Princess," Kaiba lobs back.
Angrily Yami zips up his suitcase and stalks from the room, Yugi's concerned gaze on his back.
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"You've been awfully quiet lately, Pharaoh," Bakura taunts as they make their way to their new abode in the SUV stretch limo. "Got something on your mind?"
"Even if I did, what's makes you think I'd tell you?" Yami glares.
Bakura frowns in concern. That isn't Yami's usual response. The words and the glare are, sure, but not the anger, or the hurt…No, something else has his normally unflappable Pharaoh off-kilter. Glancing over to Kaiba sitting with Amelda as the redhead chats amiably with Yugi and Ryou, he's certain that he knows what it is.