D. N. Angel Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Superficial ❯ Superficial - 1 ( Chapter 1 )

~Superficial~

 

By: Aerys Krystie

 

Has absolutely nothing to do with the series, as Kaiba is the son of his adopted father who marries Krad's mother…And well, you know what's gonna happen!

 

Major OOC-ness for both!

 

 

 

 

 

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Seto Kaiba walked into the classroom, surprised to see someone else sitting in his chair. Their face was lowered, making it almost impossible for Kaiba to tell if it was female or male. The long, golden-blond hair didn't help. Deciding it was his seat, Kaiba stalked up to the person sitting at his desk.

`You're in my seat,' came Kaiba's toneless voice.

Krad's head snapped up. He stared frightfully into Kaiba's cobalt eyes. `O-oh, I-I'm really sorry.' Krad gathered his books, moving out from behind the desk.

Kaiba's sharp eyes picked up on a nail sticking out of the desk, just as the blond's hip got caught on it, tearing his uniform. Krad hissed slightly, but quickly removed himself from the nail, then sat down a few rows back from Kaiba, who sat down as soon as the boy was clear. Why does that blond look familiar?

Kaiba glanced over his shoulder, looking at the long haired blond who had lowered his head again. Why am I even thinking about him? He's just some new kid. Facing forward again, Kaiba opened a book he was reading. Not even the book could stop Kaiba from thinking about where he had seen the blond before. Five minutes later, Kaiba felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked into gold eyes.

`What?'

`A-are you Seto Kaiba?' Krad was feeling uneasy with Kaiba's glare.

`Yes, I am. Why?'

Krad held a cell-phone out to Kaiba. `I-it's your father.'

Frowning, Kaiba took the phone, bringing it to his ear. `Yes, father? Yes. Brother? Mokuba - The blond? His mother? Nice? Home? What? Very well.' Kaiba hung up, handing the device back to Krad. `You just got here from England?'

`Y-yes. I had something to do before I could leave.' Krad headed back to his seat, only to feel a strong hand on his wrist. The strength of the grip made Krad's knees weaken.

`We'll be leaving at lunch time.' Kaiba felt his pinky caress soft skin of Krad's hand.

`Pardon?' Krad looked into hard, cold azure eyes. He felt his cheek heat when Kaiba didn't remove his hand.

`I wont have my driver make three trips to one school in one day. You will be leaving at lunch time with me.' Kaiba let the blond's wrist go.

Krad hurried back to his seat. He could still feel Kaiba's finger stroking his hand. The feeling was new, but not completely uncomfortable. He kept his head lowered as he heard other students entering the classroom. Krad's cheek heated when he heard his name being whispered by a bunch of girls in the far left corner.

Kaiba, too, heard the whispered name. His eyes slithered over to the group of girls who were now giggling. Krad? That model? Kaiba listened in to the girls.

`Are you sure?' one asked, turning her dark eyes to long haired blond.

`Positive. Just look at this magazine cover.' A brunette girl held up a girl's magazine.

On the front was Krad with some woman. His wrists were bound, as he wore a black, leather chocker with a chain attached. He was dressed in tight leather pants, as the woman held a whip, dressed in a leather leotard. What the…? Kaiba couldn't believe some company would actually print a photograph like that. Even if Krad did look good like that.

`Wow. Is that this month's issue of Byronic?' Three girls looked at the cover of the magazine.

`Yes. The main story is about how to dominate your lovers.' The four girls looked over at Krad, who was staring at the magazine, almost shocked.

Kaiba shifted in his seat, so he could glance over his shoulder. He smirked at the shock portrayed on the blond's face. He felt someone tingle in the pits of his stomach as the group of girls approached Krad. Was it laughter?

`Can you autograph the cover?' the owner of the magazine asked excitedly.

Krad still couldn't believe that someone would have a copy of that issue. He hadn't expected it to be out so soon. Especially not before the summer break. He hadn't done that photo-shoot any less than a week and a half ago. He smiled kindly, coming out of his shock, as he hunted through his bag from his marker.

`Does anyone have a marker I can borrow?' He looked up at the girls.

`Here.' Kaiba's face didn't change as he had five pairs of eyes on him.

Anzu looked over at the group that beginning to form around a desk. `Hey, guys.' She didn't take her eyes off the blond in the middle of group. What got her attention more, was the fact that Kaiba was acknowledging someone. `Does anyone know who that new kid is?'

Bakura followed Anzu's eyes. `Yeah, that's Krad. He's a famous model in England. He does the covers for the magazine Byronic. It was in last month's issue that he was coming to Japan.'

`I thought I had seen him somewhere.' Honda stared at the blond who was signing something. `The magazine didn't say exactly why he was coming here. They thought it was because he had a lover over here. I wonder where she got that issue…' He frowned. `More to the point, why is Kaiba at his desk?'

`Um, Bakura, how do you know about the magazine?' Anzu felt she had to know.

Bakura lazily shrugged. `I was in the store, saw the front cover of one and decided he was hot. Since then I've been using the most recent covers as something to- '

`Alright. I think that may be a little too much information.' Yami's eyes wandered over Kaiba's and Krad's forms before sitting at his desk when the bell rang.

The group around Krad's desk disappeared, allowing the blond to breathe again. Everyone became silent when the teacher entered the room. `Good morning, class. Lets start our last week off by introducing a new student. Krad.'

Oh, please let me make it to the front of the room without doing anything stupid. Easier thought than done. Krad made it out from behind his desk with some amount of grace. As he was about to walk down the aisle, he tripped over his own bag. His arms flinging out to the side as he tried to regain his balance.

Bakura's hand snaked out, pulling the blond back to balance. He shook his head as Krad muttered a “thank you” of some kind, and continued to the front of the class. `Um, hi. As most, if not all, of you know, I'm Krad. I just moved here from England, and Domino seems like a really nice place.'

Krad's eyes didn't fail to notice the latest issue of Byronic was being passed around the classroom. `Ouch, leather.'

Krad frowned slightly as he noticed Kaiba glaring at the person who said the remark. `So, how long do you plan on staying here, Krad?'

Krad looked at the teacher. `Only until my mother gets back from her honeymoon.'

`Where are you staying while you are here?'

`Oh, um…' Krad looked at Kaiba, who only glared back at him. `At the Kaiba Mansion.'

`Huh?' The entire class had it timed perfectly as they asked the same question in unison. Kaiba's eyes flashed.

Jou was the first to make a snide remark. `Ooh, Kaiba's hitting it with the model.'

Honda slapped Jou across the back of the head. `N-no, see, he's my agent while I'm here. His younger brother and myself are very good friends. So when Mokuba found out about my staying here, he offered to let me stay at his house.' Krad looked into Kaiba's eyes, which were still flashing with rage.

The last thing Kaiba needed was the paparazzi outside his house. He stood from his seat, stalking up to the front of the class. He got a hard grip on Krad's forearm, and dragged him out of the classroom, then the school. `Are you a complete bimbo?'

`Um, c-can you ease off a little with your grip? I bruise easily.' Krad gently tugged his arm.

`Answer my question!' Kaiba didn't know why he was getting angry over a small matter like this. Because I don't want the paparazzi hanging around the house. But Kaiba knew that wasn't entirely true. His hand tightened around the small forearm.

`I-I'm sorry.' Krad bit his lower lip. Kaiba's grip was almost crushing his bones, causing a lot of pain.

Kaiba reached behind Krad, unhooking his cell-phone. He opened it, and dialed a number. A moment later, he hung up. `You should be grateful you're my brother.'

Krad bit his lower lip harder, lowering his head as tears fell from his eyes. Krad waited for the limousine in pain. While Kaiba waited impatiently. When the long black vehicle finally arrived, Kaiba didn't wait for his driver to open the door, instead he did it himself and pushed the blond into the car, crawling in after him.

The ride to the mansion was in silence. Krad used the sleeve, of the arm Kaiba wasn't crushing, to wipe the tears away. He made sure to do it when Kaiba was staring out the window. `How bad did I hurt you?' Kaiba moved closer to the blond, watching as he looked away.

`Not that bad.' Krad pulled the sleeve down over his hand.

Kaiba held his hand out. `Let me see it. I may have fractured it.'

Krad chewed his lower lip nervously, holding his arm out. `I-I think you did.'

Kaiba moved the sleeve up, only to have it get stuck before he could look at the mark. `Remove your shirt.' Kaiba watched as Krad begun undoing the buttons with one hand.

`Could give me a hand, please?' Krad looked shyly into Kaiba's emotionless eyes.

Kaiba undid the rest of the button on the uniform's shirt, then slid it off the boy's slender shoulders. His skin…His skin was like milk. Creamy; tempting. Kaiba realized he must have been staring, as Krad blushed and chewed his lower lip. Shaking his head slightly, Kaiba removed the material off Krad's left side.

Krad tried to cover up as much of his torso as he could with the uniform, while his right hand covered his left elbow. `I don't think its fractured. I just bruised it badly.' Kaiba glanced at the small areas he could see of his chest. He saw how far his collarbones stuck out. `Haven't you heard of a cheeseburger?'

Krad gasped. `You said a forbidden word around a model! I didn't hear that word.'

Kaiba smirked, moving closer to Krad. `Ice-cream.'

`No more forbidden words!'

Kaiba continued advancing, until he was practically atop the boy. `Chocolate.'

Krad stared at Kaiba. Well, more his lips. `Seto.'

Kaiba was about to say something, when the car stopped. He helped Krad with his shirt again, purposely letting his fingers brush across his chest. Kaiba left the limousine first, waiting for Krad. When the blond joined his side, Kaiba continued on to the front door. He let himself and Krad in, closing the door after Krad had entered.

`Your clothing arrived last night from the hotel you were staying at. Everything has been moved to my room. The maids are still clearing out a room for you.' Kaiba glanced into Krad's questioning gold orbs. `I cant very well let you sleep on the sofa, can I? Father would not appreciate that.' Kaiba saw Krad chewing his lower lip. `Is there a problem with that, Krad?'

Krad wriggled his nose in thought. `Will we be sharing the bed?'

`For at least one night. What's the problem, Krad?' Kaiba was growing impatient. He began walking up the stairs that were on the half way down the hallway on the left. They curved around to the second floor.

`I hog the bed.' Krad jogged after Kaiba.

Kaiba snorted, continuing up the stairs. His bedroom was at the far end of the passage. Krad followed Kaiba into the spacious room. Stepping onto thick, fluffy white carpet, Kaiba raised an eyebrow.

`Shoes off.'

Krad's cheeks flushed. `Oh, sorry.' He had failed to notice the other teen removing his shoes when they stepped into the house. Besides, Japan was different from England. He stepped out of the room, removing his shoes. He put them beside the doorway, outside, before stepping back in.

The room was beautiful. A large, wood four-poster bed was situated in the middle of the left wall. The walls were painted in a soft metallic blue. The bedside chests, dressing table, and the bed frame were made of stained oak. Three large windows took up the far wall. Dark cerulean, silk covers were on the bed. The same material acted as the bed's curtains as well. Sapphire, velvet drapes were pulled aside from the windows, allowing the early morning sun in. On the far side of the dresser, were two doors. One obviously led to the closet, Krad was unsure what the other led to. A desk with a computer was in the right corner.

`I was in a five star hotel, and it was nowhere near as beautiful as this.' Krad also noticed that the room was tidy, unlike his own back home. The only things out of place, were Krad's suitcases, which were at the end of the bed.

`Hn.' Kaiba glanced at Krad, before opening the first door beside his dresser, walking in. He removed the school's uniform, then pulled on a pair of black jeans and a royal blue cotton shirt, before walking out again.

Krad had walked to the middle window. All three of them led to the balcony, but Krad liked the middle one. `Did you want to change?'

Krad shook head, continuing to stare out the window. `You know, it was my first day there. I would have really of liked it to stay and make some friends.'

Kaiba snorted, sitting on the edge of his bed. `You probably would have fallen into the wrong crowd.' The last thing I need is for him to fall in with Yugi and his clan of misfits.

`You may consider them the “wrong group” for me, even if I do enjoy being around them.' Krad sighed sadly, before turning around with cheerful smile on his face. `So, what are we going to do?'

`You're free to do whatever you wish. I have some work that needs to be taken care of. Just, try not to break anything of great value. Especially with your grace.' Kaiba stood from the bed, walking over to the desk.

`Where is the bathroom in this labyrinth?' Krad watched as Kaiba looked him over, before the brunette walked over to him.

Kaiba pointed to the second door from the dresser. `As long as you don't shoot up in there.'

`What?' Krad stared into Kaiba's dead eyes. How does he know? Who told him?

As if reading his mind, Kaiba replied, `I saw the marks on your arm when I was taking the shirt off and putting it back on.'

Krad turned his head away, not liking Kaiba's dead gaze. `I doubt you would comprehend the concept as to the reason why I do it. However- ' Krad began removing his shirt, ignoring the pain that shot up his left arm whenever he moved it. He pulled the blue material away. ` - As you can see, I have quit. Instead, I - Well, its none of your business what I do in the bathroom.'

Kaiba raised an eyebrow. `How would you know if I have a camera in there?'

Krad frowned, shaking his head. `Unless you are one of those weird people, who enjoy masturbating over watching themselves shower, I highly doubt you would put a camera in your private bathroom.'

Kaiba smirked down at the blond. He hadn't realized the height difference between them until now. Krad was a good six inches shorter than Kaiba. `What if I am one of “those weird people who enjoy masturbating over watching themselves shower”?'

`Then I will give you the number of my psychiatrist.' Krad walked over to one of the three suitcases. He opened it, got out a shirt and pair of pants, as well as something else, which he wrapped his clothes around.

Kaiba's sharp eyes didn't miss anything. He got Krad's upper-arm this time, stopping the boy. `What are you hiding?'

Seeing as it wasn't a drug of any sort, Krad showed Kaiba the Mars bar he held. `This. Please, don't tell my mum. She would freak!'

Kaiba smirked, letting go of Krad's arm. `I think I can manage something from you in return of my silence.' Kaiba walked around Krad and went to his desk, not seeing the bewildered look on Krad's face.

 

 

Alright, well, that's done…Hope ya liked it! I know, I know! I'm a total idiot for starting so many stories with no intentions of finishing any of them! Well, ^^ Ciao.

 

::.Beat of the rising sun, beat of the rising sun

You gotta feel the dance, its always in your heart.::

 

~*Peace*~

 

^^ Auska.