Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Contrast: Blue ❯ Black Leather and Blue Eyes ( Chapter 1 )

CONTRAST: BLUE

DAS DISCLAIMER: I do not own Seto Kaiba, Katsuya Jounouchi, and all them other YGO characters featured in this here work of fiction!

This work contains strong language, violence, use of tobacco and alcohol, an eventual hooking up of Jounouchi and Kaiba which may lead to sexual situations of some sorts, and a Cyber Disco King (it will make sense later!), and is therefore rated `R'.

This is a fiction that is an AU (Alternate Universe) from the YGO universe! In fact, this is practically like its own universe, which means the YGO Canon Nazis will rip this fic apart. So if you are the type that will tear up fics for not being faithful to canon, it's best that you roll on out now.

Yes, this fan fiction does lead to a relationship between two male characters, but if you're expecting them to be doing the nasty by the second chapter, you're gonna hate this fic. See, I believe in a thing called "development", and I'd like for it to develop at a nice and steady pace, and not at the rate Mai Kujaku's tits did. Also, if you are looking for rape of any kind in this work, please move your keyboard aside and slam your head into your desk repeatedly.

And finally, if you're looking for anyone named Yugi, Bakura, and Malik in this fic, you will be sorely disappointed. They will not be in this fic at all since they have no real reason to be in this AU. And there are no Millennium Items, and Duel Monsters are so insignificant that they are not at any given point made a focus of this story.

Given all that, it is entirely up to you to continue reading from this point on. I hope those that choose to read this will enjoy this fic immensely.

PART ONE: BAD GUY

CHAPTER ONE: Black Leather and Blue Eyes

"So, how did it start?" A sultry feminine voice inquired.

"What do you mean how did it start? I was just doing my thing, and that was handing ass for money," a rather gruff voice answered. He took a drag on his cigarette, and slowly sat up. He didn't seem to mind much the errant strands of dyed dirty-blond hair that was ever-hanging in his face, caging his amber eyes.

"You know what I mean." The woman's juicy violet lips formed a slight smirk.

"Right, right…you know how I can be." He sighed. "Two nights ago, right? I had just taken care of my sixth match for that night. I was collectin' my winnings, when I hear this voice calling out `You got enough left in you for a seventh match?' Now, I'm thinkin' `Who in the hell is callin' me out?' I figure it was some shit Kobushi's tryin' to pull or somethin'…but he looked even more clueless as usual." He paused to take another drag.

"You shoulda seen this guy. He was tall. Really fucking tall…he was covered in black leather from head to toe, though his top was zipped down enough to show off his chest-I didn't know guys could get `em as big as yours. Anyway, he was wearing these blue-tinted shades and had really blond hair-was almost platinum. But he was definitely not fighting material; this guy was really skinny. If it weren't for his deep voice and freakish height, I'd have almost sworn that he was a chick.

"So I give him a look, and my boys are just tryin' so hard not to bust their asses laughing that this fuck would try to challenge `Steel Brawler' Jounouchi. Actually, I nearly busted my ass laughing…so I approach this guy, still shaking my head, and I tell him that I could take him in one blow. He just smiles-goddamn, he was REALLY fucking tall-and says `Not with the way you fight, you won't'. I just glare at this guy as my boys are laughing at that remark. I figure `Okay, so he got one over on ol' Jounouchi. I bet he'll find this punch funny.' So I just fuckin' go for it." He flicked his ashes into the astray.

"My fist can fly fast-I mean, you've seen what it can do. I was aiming for his gut. The force from that punch alone would have taken the fight out of him-and maybe some organs, heh. So I punched him in his gut-or I thought I did, but he's still smiling at me! I look at where my fist is, and his bondy-ass hand is holding that fist like he had seen that punch coming! Before I could even make sense of anythin', he flips me over, and I'm on the ground. Then he places his foot right onto me, and just looks down at me, being all `That was pitiful. Even if my wrists were sprained, I could have easily stopped you.'

"So now, I'm just ready to throw down. I roll out and spring up to my feet, my fists ready for action. He just looks at me, and folds his arms like some jackass, and says `So, how else will you fail to amuse me?' So I've really decided to just let him have it. I just throw out punches, hoping that one of them will land on his face. The son of a bitch dodged each and every single one of them, and I stupidly tried to use my turn punch. He sidestepped me, grabbed my arm and put it in an armlock, ready to break! And his grip was like fuckin' tight-and I don't mean tight for someone who looked as weak as he did. So I'm already planning my phone call to the E.R., when he just throws me to the ground. What he said next was more humiliating than a broken arm coulda been."

"Should I even ask?"

Jounouchi took a final drag of his cigarette before snuffing it out in the ashtray.

"He said `You low-tier scrub, next time you want to harp on about how good you are, make sure you really are just that--good. I'll put you down if you ever bullshit about your skills again.' That REALLY pissed me off! It's like he singled me out, like he knew who I was, but I don't even know who the hell he is! Man, what I wouldn't give to be able to have a rematch with that bastard."

The woman shook her head. "I must agree that he has a serious ego problem. Besides, he likely wouldn't have been able to defeat you so easily if he were your first challenge."

Jounouchi smirked. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I'm gonna find him." He quickly rose to his feet.

The woman did not appear surprised as she flicked her bouncing golden curls over her shoulder. "Just don't get yourself killed."

Jounouchi grabbed his green leather jacket as he turned and smirked at the woman. "Hey, if I get really badly hurt, you'll take care of me, right?"

The woman chuckled. "Bastard. Get on home now; it's a school night."

It had been so easy.

The dark figure smirked to himself as he leapt from the high-wall to the nearest tree branch. He barely managed to maintain his landing-perhaps his choice in footwear needed work-but he managed to grab hold of the trunk. He glanced down to make sure that security hadn't noticed, not that they did, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. The surveillance system was not even a matter of worry for him, as he was easily able to take care of the surveillance in advance before venturing out. As soon as the guard was well out of sight and out of earshot, he leapt across to the nearest tree, maintaining a much better landing than the last, but not by much. He cursed at his boots before he quickly scanned the premises.

He leapt for the final time that night, his hands grabbing the iron railing of the balcony. He took a deep breath; fatigue was rushing over him and fast. He lifted himself over the balcony though the signs of physical exertion were clearly evident by the way his arms shook with the weight being placed on them, as well as the contortions on his face.

This was only in a matter of seconds. He leaned back against the window to catch his breath, asking himself was it worth all of this trouble, just to venture out into the night for the sake of "fun"?

He instantly leapt to his feet, and slowly opened the window. He glanced around, why; he wasn't sure. The same reason he checked around for security outside, he supposed. A convenient breeze blew through the window, clearing the curtains from his path as he gracefully stepped inside. He turned around and closed the windows, not even bothering to lock them.

He slowly removed the tinted glasses, revealing a pair of intense blue eyes, and placed the glasses onto the nightstand. He then slowly made his way to the dresser. His right hand reached for his blond hair, and he pulled the hair back and away, revealing the true hair beneath: a darker colour, definitely brown but obscured due to the darkness, appearing rather mussed due to the hastiness when he removed the golden wig. Finally, he made his way towards his king-sized bed, falling upon it almost immediately upon coming up to it. Despite his sudden energy loss, he managed a smile.

His plan was succeeding quite nicely.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Hiroto."

"Aw, it was nothing, Miss Miho."

The usual morning good deed of Hiroto Honda carrying the books for one Miho Nosaka awoke Jounouchi from his pre-class nap. The spiky-haired youth wore a smile of self-satisfaction as he entered the classroom and approached Jounouchi. Like Jounouchi, he wore his school uniform top unbuttoned, but whereas Jounouchi wore his wife beater underneath, Honda wore the school-standard white-button down shirt.

Jounouchi yawned. "You ask her out?"

His friend's face turned to a shade of red.

Jounouchi sneered. "That's it. After school, we're gonna shop for some balls for you, man."

"Fuck you, man…I'm just waiting for the right time." Honda grabbed a chair and sat in it with the backrest facing his chest.

"By the time you get to the `right time', she's gonna be expectin' her second kid!"

"You know Jounouchi, appreciating a woman for who she is and not for who she's doing isn't such a bad feeling."

Jounouchi snorted. "Such a chivalrous thing to say, comin' from the man who has a copy of `Bikini Bitches Monthly' in his desk." He held up a magazine, which depicted a woman in a bikini eating a banana on the cover.

Honda sneered. "Look man, I'm just saying: She's the one."

Jounouchi raised a thick brow as he continued to thumb the magazine. "Honda, you remember eighth grade?"

"Oh Christ, not this again-"

"`Oh man, Jounouchi! I have met the girl I'm gonna marry, man! Yumi Wakamoto, man! She's just the sweetest, kindest, and most beautiful-'"

Honda put Jounouchi into a headlock. "Knock that shit off, man! That was eighth grade; I'm over her!"

"Yeah, only because she gave head to half of the baseball team!"

"Oh, now you're dead!"

The boys were so involved in their antics that they were only interrupted when a feminine hand swiping the magazine from Jounouchi's free hand. The boys instantly glanced over at the third person, and frowned.

The girl was fairly tall and slender. Her cherry-red dyed hair barely went past the nape of her neck and her bangs were perfectly curled above her brow. Her eyes, otherwise honey-brown, were under the guise of deep blue contact lenses. Although the superficial enhancements could easily bunch her with the prissy and shallow girls of Domino, Anzu Mazaki was perhaps one of the most real people at Domino High school.

Jounouchi hated that sometimes.

She puckered her glossed lips. "Hrm, such a high-brow magazine you have here, boys…at least most of them can manage keep their tops on in this one!"

Okay, often times.

"Mazaki, I'm not in the mood to put up with you today."

"Then that makes two of us. We got a new student today."

"Damn, again?" Honda yawned. "Last month we got a new one…Otogi, wasn't it?"

"Yeah; you wanna talk about a womanizer…at least we're just peeking porn!" Jounouchi exclaimed as he snatched the magazine from Anzu.

"YOU are peeking porn. I've got my own priorities now," Honda retorted.

"Still pursuing Miho, huh?" Anzu raised a brow. "Have you asked her out?"

"No, no, NO!! I have not," Honda answered with a frustrated groan.

Anzu sighed. "Honda, whenever you take a shower and look down, do you notice if your balls are still there?" Jounouchi burst out laughing.

Honda nodded as he sucked in a breath. "You both suck. A guy can't be decent anymore…" He threw his hands into the air as the bell rang.

"That's the warning bell," Anzu stated as she hurried to her seat. Jounouchi leaned forward into his seat and slouched as students took their seats. What conversations took place was interrupted by the clicking sounds of a pair of high heels.

Miss Nami Chono had entered the classroom.

Although several of the teachers in Domino High School were disliked and taken lightly by the mass majority of the students, few actually dared to even cross Miss Chono. Her excessively heavy makeup, false strawberry-blonde hair, and miniskirt made male students and even teachers fall head-over-heels for her false beauty. While she appeared pleasant, it was not until a student had the "privilege" of being in her class did they see her for who she truly was.

Although her teaching ability was mediocre at best, her disciplinary ability was feared throughout most of the school as she was the most ruthless Domino had ever seen. She would hand students detentions in the blink of an eye for any reason she felt like giving (but preferred expulsions much more), she would purposely hand out extra assignments to the class if one student upset her enough, she would confiscate anything and everything-and often kept them for herself, and it was not uncommon for students to try to change schools when they learned that they would be in Chono's class. Chono absolutely reveled in the fact that she was feared, and knew that no student would dare defy her. Until today.

"Let's settle down class," she sang in that falsely friendly tone. She smirked, but not so much as to crack her makeup. "Today, we have a new student in our class." She ignored the groans of "Again?" and "They just keep sending them here…" as she wrote the new student's name on the chalkboard. "Please introduce your…self."

For the first time that he could recall, Jounouchi could clearly see the shocked look on the woman's face; he could also see that the students were awestruck by their latest addition. Jounouchi too decided to take a look.

There was certainly something awe-inspiring about the new student. For starters, he was unusually tall for someone of his nationality; it certainly didn't help that he stood like he had something to be proud of. The only thing more unusual about his height was his intense blue eyes; they looked as though they could gaze into a person's soul. His cinnamon hair was short in the back though there were several errant strands that stuck out, and the right side of his face was decorated with long strands of hair that rested on his chin. The bangs on the left side of his face were brushed behind his ear, which bore a blue stud.

But it wasn't his physical features that were the most outstanding. It was his clothing. While he wore the blue school uniform, he clearly had taken liberties with it. The blue top, although unbuttoned, had been shortened at the midriff, and at the end of the top was a leather strip with buckles resting at his sides. And although he wore the mandatory (the exception being Jounouchi, of course) button-down shirt it wasn't the fact that it was not tucked in that was controversial, it was the fact that it was a black shirt and not a white shirt that raised a fuss; it didn't help that it was so far unbuttoned that it gave exposure to his impressively-sized chest. Across his hips hung a belt with a buckle, adorning it like a decoration. The silver buckle of the belt bore two engraved words, "Bad Guy". He carried with him a large, titanium briefcase rather than the smaller, leather briefcases all of the other students carried.

Chono regained her composure. "That uniform is NOT school standard!" She exclaimed as she pointed her usual witchy finger at the distracting student.

The student raised a brow. "Neither is your teaching, from what I've heard."

Chono gasped; who the hell did he think he was? The students were trying their best to stifle their laughter, especially Jounouchi and Honda.

"Take your seat next to Mr. Honda. Raise your hand so he may find you, Mr. Honda." Honda raised his hand as instructed, though when Ms. Chono turned around to reach her lesson plan Honda held down every finger except for the middle one.

The audacious new student casually strode to his desk, setting his metallic briefcase onto the ground, taking his seat, and immediately immersing himself into his book. Jounouchi's eyes kept watch on the boy, not leaving his form save for a scant glance at the blackboard to catch his name:

Hirano Seto.

THE RAMBLINGS OF THE WRITER AS FOLLOWS:

Well, if you're reading this, then that must mean that you were able to stomach this fic enough to read the first chapter completely! :D But seriously, many thanks. I know some of you are groaning at the fact that Kaiba is an ass-kicker, but let me assure you that there will be an explanation for it, and it's not "He studied martial arts"!

Oh, and I bet you're ready to type up an e-mail saying "His name is Seto KAIBA, not Seto HIRANO!!!11!"Just keep on reading the fic and you'll understand why his last name is different (and if you can guess what game character I lifted his last name from, you get toast!)! Anyway, I hope y'all enjoyed the first chapter. If you're interested in more Contrast goodness, be sure to check out the artworks at my site at http://shadowivy.deviantart.com . PEACE!!