Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Five Minute Duels ❯ Dueling Egos ( Chapter 1 )

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Dueling Egos

Summary: In a one shot crossover with Yu-gi-oh, Seto Kaiba gets the grand privilege of meeting the greatness that is Atobe Keigo. And that was the highlight of his night.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh or Prince of Tennis. I tried wishing for them but nothing happened. My wishing star must be defective. Sigh.

Ok this is a really twisted story. Blame the effect of too-much-homework.

Ever since I stared reading Prince of Tennis fanfiction I have wanted to read a crossover between Prince of Tennis and Yu-gi-oh, my other love. Since I couldn't find anything, I decided to make up my own. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

I finally decided on two figures who might have the most likely chance of meeting (I wasn't sure what their chances of survival were after they met but that's another story) So this is right now a short one-shot between Seto Kaiba and Atobe Keigo. If anyone actually likes, or my muse whacks me over the head again, I might think about expanding this into a story or a series of one-shots between the two shows with different characters meeting.

I do hate to admit this but my Atobe might sound out of character. I have only really heard him speak through fanfiction and badly done subtitles of the anime so I don't think I really know his character that well. If anyone wants to volunteer helpful criticism I would appreciate it. Thanks.

For those of you who don't know a brief characterization of Seto Kaiba:

Seto Kaiba- teenage CEO of KaibaCorps, a company he inherited from his adopted father after the man died of a heart attack. He changed the company from a weapons producer to a creator of holographic dueling technology for the card game Duel Monsters. Seto is the second best duelist in the world, he pales only to a young spiky-haired youth called Yugi Motou, a fact which frustrates him to no end. He has a younger brother name Mokuba, the only thing in the world apart from his company and his dueling reputation that he cares about. He is a tall, slim brunette with icy blue eyes which are usually narrowed in anger at someone. He usually wears black clothing with a white trenchcoat over it, and a duel card locket on his neck, which contains pictures of himself and his brother as kids.

Enjoy and tell me what you think afterwards.



Chapter one

The girl smiled coyly as she fluttered her eyelashes at him. 'It's for the less fortunate,' Seto Kaiba repeated to himself as the blonde brushed up against his arm with a blush.
'I'm doing my good deed for the year,' Seto tried a new mantra, picturing a chessboard in his mind. Maybe if he mentally focused on a game in his head, the bimbo next to him would get a clue.
When soft tiny hands wrapped around his arm, the brunette focused cold sapphire eyes on the young girl who was currently courting death.
"Seto-kun it's not proper of a gentleman to escort a lady to a function and then refuse to dance with her," the girl teased, her bottom lip quivering in what Seto could only guess was her idea of an adorable pout.
Something inside of the young CEO seemed to snap in that moment as he glared down at the girl, and even though he heard his younger brother's voice in the back of his head, pleading with him to play nice this one time it was easy to ignore it. Carefully and purposefully Seto reached down to peal away the blonde's fingers from his tux.
"My name is Kaiba and I only brought you here to this charity event because your father and my brother begged me to. I have no interest in you whatsoever and I could care less if you want to dance." Seto explained calmly as he watched the girl's face crinkle in confusion. "And just in case I was being too subtle for you- get away from me. Go flirt with a rich snob whose intelligence matches your own- maybe together you can actually form a complete sentence."
Kaiba watched carefully as the blond passed through several emotions. Her initial confusion faded away to hurt as Seto finished his rant, then anger as she realized the extent she had been dissed. Finally the anger washed out of her and she let out a small sob, pulling out a hideous pink handkerchief covered in lace and burying her face into it.
"You're a bastard Seto Kaiba. You're cold and cruel and your entire mission in life is to make the rest of the world as miserable as you are. I hope you die penniless and alone." the blond shrieked into her handkerchief before running off in a blur of pink silk and rose perfume.
Seto smirked to himself as the girl dashed out of the ballroom, he had no idea that the girl could be that frank. Maybe he should have danced with her.

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Atobe Keigo just had to stop and admire the most beautiful sight in the room. With floor to wall mirrors covering two of the ballroom's walls Atobe had never seen himself look better. Carefully he ran a hand through his purple locks and inwardly smirked as the young ladies flocked around him sighed in unison. It was only fitting that he have an audience to admire his dazzling beauty tonight. Although it would have been better if he could have brought someone to talk to.
These charity functions were all the same. Rich middle aged men looking to throw their money away to a good cause while young good-looking women scoured the event for potential rich husbands-to-be. While this meant a lot of attention to the young diva, the whole event rather bored him. None of these girls offered any interest to the tennis player, they were neither intelligent nor witty, and none of their beauty held a candle to that of his own. But Atobe would not let anyone know that he was not enjoying himself. There were certain expectations one held by being a tennis diva.
With another flick of his hair the exceptional tennis player stole a glance across the room at the rest of the room not paying tribute to his greatness. And froze as his eyes caught sight of a tall slim brunette in a tux at the other end of the room.
"Tezuka?" he questioned outloud, taking a step towards the boy. Why his rival would be at this affair he could not fathom, and Atobe hated mysteries. Reluctantly removing himself from his fanclub, the diva strode across the dance floor, determined to find out why the brunette was stalking him. Was he looking to challenge ore-sama to another game of tennis? If so, Atobe hoped that his rival was prepared to lose. Even if his shoulder was better, no one could measure up to the greatest that was ore-sama. No one.
"If you wanted a game with ore-sama Tezuka-kun you should have just called," Atobe purred as he reached up to tug on the brunette's shoulder, turning him to face him and abruptly letting go as the boy who glared at him had a stranger's face. The light brown hair and height were the same, the slight figure with fragile features identical. The eye color was even similar- icy blue orbs that seemed to stare into your soul and judge you all in one glance. The difference was the lack of glasses on this boy and the way his face broke into a sneer of arrogance as he looked over the diva. Tezuka was an aloof and distant person who never showed any emotion to anyone, this boy had made his hatred clear before he even spoke.
"My name is Kaiba and I have no intention of playing a game with some wanna-be duelist who has delusions of greatness." the boy coldly stated.
"Wanna-be?" Atobe repeated slowly, not quite willing to accept the fact that this Tezuka-look alike had just horribly insulted him, "You dare to imply that ore-sama could ever be less than perfect at anything?"
The brunette actually smiled this time, his lips twisting harshly into a knowing sneer and a look of superiority spread over his face. "You're one of those rich spoiled little heirs who lucked upon wealthy parents and received a ego complex to go with your trust fund, right? I bet in your city you lord over all the other kids and think of them as commoners to boss around. I bet you've never had to work to get anything. Well as much fun as it would be to shatter your deluded view of the world, I've already caused one emotional breakdown tonight and I actually have work to do. Come duel me when you throw away your tiara." The brunette spared him one final glare before he spun around and started to walk away.
"Are you scared of losing?" Atobe taunted, and smirked inwardly as he watched the boy freeze, "Is this your strategy for winning that you insult your opponent so badly beforehand that they run off in tears before you actually have to do anything? You must be a weak player to rely on tricks to win."
The brunette, Kaiba, spun around on his heels and glared furiously at the tennis diva, his hand closing into a fist before diving into his pocket. He pulled out a cell phone and started stabbing buttons on the phone angrily. "I left my duel disk at home for this event so I will have to have it brought here unless you know of a dueling arena close by open this late?" Kaiba growled at him, glaring when his phone beeped at him.
Atobe, however, was confused. He hated that particular emotion because it clashed horribly with his all-knowing attitude. "Duel Disk? Dueling Arena? Is that some strange commoner term for racquet and tennis court?"
Kaiba dropped the phone that he was crushing back into his pocket at this news. "Tennis? You play tennis? It figures. And here I thought for half a second you might actually play a game of strategy and skill." The brunette had that annoying overconfident smirk in place on his face again and this time when his hand came out of his pant's pocket he was clutching a deck of cards.
The young diva could not believe his eyes, this boy that was insulting him was a card player? As in poker and Old Maid cards? But then the brunette turned over his deck and started shuffling through his cards and Atobe noticed the cards had colorful drawings of monsters on them instead. He opened up his mouth to ask what the game was all about when the brunette beat him to it.
"Here," Kaiba declared, tossing a card at him before he shoved his deck back into his pocket. "I play Duel Monsters, it's a strategic card game. I'm the second best duelist in the world, losing only to spiky-haired shrimp. If you ever feel like playing a real game, come to Domino City."
Atobe glanced down at the card he held in his hand which showed a dark clown with a sadistic grin with a couple numbers written across the bottom. When he looked up, Kaiba had started walking away again. "Wait," he spoke up, not quite sure why he was stopping the arrogant brunette, "You didn't hear about ore-sama."
"If you don't duel, you aren't worth my time." the brunette declared without turning around this time.
"My name is Atobe Keigo," the diva announced, ignoring his comment, "And ore-sama is the best at tennis. Ore-sama has no competition. If you ever feel like an actual challenge come to Hyotei Junior High School here in Tokyo. Then you'll see true skill." The brunette never turned around but Atobe could hear the small snort of disgust he made before stalking off. Atobe decided to leave soon after.

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Seto Kaiba bought a tennis magazine a couple days later and looked over the articles on the junior high school players in Tokyo. Atobe Keigo ordered Kabaji to go buy him several packs of Duel Monster cards the next day. Both of them hid their new purchases from their classmates. Neither one headed towards the other's town, not because they were scared of a challenge, or afraid of losing, but because neither one wanted to give in to the other and admit that their game was less important. They both had their reputations to keep, after all.

End?