Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Duel Monsters Aside. ❯ Clash of the Titans ( Chapter 3 )

Author's note: Yay! 3rd chapter FINALLY... Any who, without further ado, here's the next chapter! By the way... I don't own Yugioh. Also, I've been suffering from SEVERE WRITERS BLOCK. So any ideas or input on the direction to pull this in, feel FREE to express yourself... So I apologize if this chapter is crap. Next chapter will be better I swear! Better crappy update than no update at all?

 

 

Duel Monsters Aside

Chapter Three: Clash of the Titans

 

“What the hell did you just imply I was?”

 

Well it was too late to take back the words now. She had realized as the words spewed forth from her mouth that maybe, just maybe, this was neither the time nor the place to be starting a fight. Maybe it was the fact Joey was practically shaking with anger next to her, maybe it was the fact Yugi seemed to be sweating bullets as Sora moved to block the brunette's path out of the game shop...Or maybe it was her little sister in background searching for a hard surface to smash her head against. Either way, the words were out now, she was far past the point of no return.

 

“Answer me.” While she was playing with fire, she might as well throw herself into the pits of hell. Though if she wanted a hope in hell of being at the same height at the cold brunette before her, she would have to stand on her tip-toes...Which probably wouldn't garner the intimidated reaction she wanted. And it probably wouldn't have mattered considering the absolutely icy glare the man was giving her.

 

He scoffed, she had expected as much. With the way the man held himself, he obviously thought quite highly of himself, and he moved to brush her aside, as if she were just some insignificant fly bothering his wonderful existence. But Sora's sneaker clad feet remained in their spot, emerald green burning into icy azure.

 

“I do not have to answer to anyone, Miss. And it would be wise of you to move back alongside the Mutt, and out of my way.” The cold hiss from his lips seemed to freeze the atmosphere in the game shop. Leaving everyone frozen into their places, useless to do anything but gawk at the fiery battle about to erupt between the two.

 

“Excuse me, Mr—“Sora's hand waved in the air, signalling that she was clueless to her opponent's name, but it was more of a frustrated gesture than a request of information. She continued too fast for him to answer her anyway. “But where I come from, people have more of a common respect for each other. And you don't even know me, so why the fuck do you have the right to implicate what kind of person I am?” Hot words hissed from her lips, her eyes trailing his body with the exact same disgusted look as him.

 

“This is going to end horribly...I can practically taste it...” Gabrielle muttered under her breath, low enough that only the other two inhabitants of the corner could hear her. Téa and Tristan could only nod slightly, their eyes fixed on the hissing match between Sora and Seto.

 

“How does Sora not know who he is...?” Tristan muttered back, his eyes trailing over the scene before them.

 

“Well, Tahsis is a one-horse town...On an island...We don't hear about much...” Gabrielle bit her lip, her cheeks flaming red as the threats flew through the air. They didn't miss a beat, as if they had been rehearsing this spat for days! But, enough was enough, they were new here, and Gabrielle couldn't have her sister running her mouth at every jerk she saw. She went to move forward, to hopefully pull her sister away from the brunette, but she had forgotten about the box at her feet that Yugi had pulled out.

 

Crashing onto the floor wasn't exactly her plan. But the two did stop to look at her. Sora seemed to forget all about the current verbal spat she was involved with and rushed over to the blonde's side. The cold brunette was indifferent.

 

“Kiddo you okay?” A familiar bell rang throughout the shop, signalling the exit of one Seto Kaiba, having mumbled under his breath that this was a waste of his valuable time. Gabrielle tried to suppress a smile as her sister knelt beside her.

 

“I'm fine, just bruised my pride a bit.” The dark cloud suddenly dissipated from the game shop, and it seemed everyone exhaled for the first time since Kaiba entered the shop. Without another word everyone seemed to collect back into the living space upstairs.

 

 

“Is he always like that?” Sora asked as they sat around a large coffee table, watching yet another duel between Joey and Yugi. The rest of the gang sat around them in mock interest, though they were more inclined to answer the young redhead's questions than the two boys entranced by their duel.

 

“He's Seto Kaiba, what can you expect?” Tristan shrugged as he spoke the name into the quiet room, which caused Joey to stiffen considerably.

 

Finally, the duel had come to a pause, much to the two newcomer's relief; they weren't fully grasping the intricate game play anyway. Everyone else in the room however, seemed to roll their eyes simultaneously as the enraged blonde turned from his game.

 

“He's da biggest jerk this side of Japan you guys! He thinks he's so high and mighty just `cause he owns a big ass company. Well, he ain't even worth the time of day with us! Unless I'm beating his ass in a duel, than he's worth all the time in the world.” Seeing the usual care-free blonde speaking so vindictively about the brunette from earlier, Sora and Gabrielle could not help but raise their eyebrows in confusion.

 

“Joey, every time you step on the field with him, he wipes the floor with you...When did you ever have him on the ropes?” Téa teased the poor boy, a playful smile on her lips. It was no secret to anyone in the game shop that there was clear animosity between the well dressed, albeit cold brunette from earlier and the loud-mouthed blonde in front of them now. The tension was almost to the point that any mention of a certain CEO was guaranteed to receive an interesting reaction from Joey.

 

Much like now, as Joey seemed to turn several shades of red, though only those with a degree in body language could tell whether it was from anger or embarrassment.

 

“Hey! I ranked second in Duelist Kingdom! Kaiba didn't even make it to finals!”

 

“Err...Joey he really wasn't competing...” Tristan countered, offering a bowl of chips to Gabrielle.

 

“Well, I...I ranked fourth in his tournament!”

 

“He ranked third.” Téa pointed out, trying not to giggle as Sora seemed all too entertained by Joey's frantic defences, and the inhuman shades of red he was currently turning.

 

“I woulda knocked him off that spot! But...I was too worried about Yug'!” Frantic, albeit useless hand gestures now accompanied the over-the-top reaction from Joey, an addition that only added to the entertainment value for those inhabiting the room. “When did ya guys join the Seto-friggin'-Kaiba Fan Club anyway?!”

 

Hopping up and huffing, Joey crossed his arms, another dramatic display of hurt, to be betrayed by his friends in such a heinous way.

 

“Joe, cool it, we're just evening out your ego.” Tristan grinned wickedly from his position on the floor, gratefully accepting the chip bowl back from Gabrielle.

 

“A...But...Neh?”

 

“I can't blame them Joey, the last thing you want is to be like...Er...Seto-What's-His-Face.” A snicker soon followed from Sora's lips, the red head daring to take the blonde's position at the table and shift through the cards in his hand that he left face down on the surface.

 

Joey seemed to pause in his state of rage, the red draining from his face as the rest of the group only answered in a series of nods and snickers. However, the red soon appeared back on the blonde's cheeks, though it was painfully evident that this was for the other reaction.

 

“Heh...Yeah...Sorry about dat you guys...” Scratching the back of his head, Joey smiled sheepishly before sinking back to the floor in front of the coffee table, choosing to opt for letting the clueless redhead to hold his cards for him. “Hey Sor' Place dat one next to my Swordman of Landstar, but keep it face down.”

 

“So that Yugi can't see it? How devious of you.” Fluttering her emerald eyes at his honey-brown ones, Sora gingerly took the card from her hand, and slowly slipped it face down onto the table. The coy act only reaped a darker blush from Joey, but a series of snickers from the spectators...Save for her sister who was rolling her eyes.

 

“It's going to be a long night you guys...”

 

 

“Seto! You're home! What took you so long? You said you were coming home over an hour ago!” An innocent, albeit worried voice belonging to one Mokuba Kaiba rang throughout the mansion, only a few moments after the creaking of a large door signalled his brother's return.

 

“I had business at Yugi's shop.” The stoic brunette seemed to want to leave it at that. And Mokuba couldn't blame him. Whenever Yugi was involved in anything that crossed the path of his brother, it was painfully clear why he seemed more stressed and agitated than usual.

 

Shrugging off his signature trench coat, Seto offered his younger brother a strained, weary smile, his free hand messing the boy's untameable raven locks. His present was already hidden within the organized mess of his briefcase, safely kept out of reach of the excited child. Though frankly, the young CEO could have entered riding on a purple horse, and all the raven haired boy would focus on was that Seto was somewhere other than school or KaibaCorp.

 

“What did Joey say this time?” Mokuba arched an innocent eyebrow as Seto scoffed. It must have been bad this time, usually Seto just shot Joey down with one comment and left him fuming behind him...Sometimes he would even gloat about it back at home, but to actually appear bothered by it for once? It must have been a doosy this time around.

 

“Nothing, for once the mutt kept quiet...The newest addition to their nerd herd however...” Seto scoffed again, shaking his head before messing up his brother's hair one more time. “She had a little more bark than I was anticipating.”

 

“Oh Seto, you didn't.” Couldn't his brother just be civil with people for once? “You picked a fight with someone else?”

 

“Mokuba, I do not pick fights. I simply try to prove that their incessant rants of friendship will not sway me over to join their little club.” Another scoff and a ghost of smile offered to his younger brother, Seto paid no heed to the rest of his conversation, choosing to focus on removing his boots from his feet than meet his brother's no-doubt disappointed gaze.

 

“Seto...You can't just push them away because they try to nice to you. Look at all we went through with them, they saved us a few times in the past...Especially with that Pegasus scenario.” The young raven teen followed his brother into the lavished living room of their mansion, which made the school of Domino High look absolutely miniscule in comparison. Though Mokuba was hardly pondering about the size of their abode, his attention focused more on how his brother stiffened considerably when Pegasus's name was uttered.

 

“Mokuba. That's enough. That entire incident was just an illusion, a waste of our time. Though Yugi did help to end it, and that is why I am civil to him. But I do not owe the other nerds that much.” Turning back to his younger counter part, Seto's voice had taken on a cold, reclusive tone, one that Mokuba was all too familiar with. “You owe them nothing as well. Don't forget that.”

 

“But it's nice to have friends Seto! Don't you get lonely? Don't you think that maybe, just maybe, in your graduate year...That you might need a friend?” Mokuba sighed softly in frustration as Seto seemed to all but shut him out, turning back around and moving to the staircase.

 

“I have all I need.”

 

Those were the last words spared to the boy before the young CEO took his leave and stalked up the elegant staircase to the second floor of their mansion, where the bedrooms and recreations rooms were located, and continued to the third floor, to where the young man spent most of this time; His office.

 

As Seto closed the door to this office, the faint, albeit thundering steps of an upset younger sibling echoed through the halls, soon to be followed by a firm slamming of a door.

 

“This day just keeps getting better...” Shaking his head, the tired CEO moved slowly to the large desk that he spent most of his days sitting at, tossing his briefcase haphazardly onto the twin set of couches that sat on either side of the large TV, a device only ever used when Mokuba was present. Not that anything like that would be happening again...And they had almost hashed things out this time around too.

 

Overtime, business trips, schooling, almost everything that came with being a teenage CEO seemed to be working simultaneously to rip a rift between the Kaiba brothers. For days the two had been struggling to co-exist in the spacious mansion they called home. Lack of time to spend together, and when they could, one of them...Okay mostly Seto, would not be in the mood for carefree activities and bonding.

 

It was an unfortunate occurrence that the brooding CEO was regretting more and more each day. But what could he do? This was his job, and his job kept a roof above both their heads and food in their stomachs...It provided them with a life that they would never have to settle for second best, or compromise...Except when it came to their relationship.

 

Sighing heavily, the CEO sunk into the leather chair, reaching his hand over to the mouse of his computer. Soon, his spat with the nerd herd, the idiots at the office, even the fact that his little brother was cursing him in his own room was soon forgotten, filled with the facts amongst dozens of spreadsheets and stock reports.

 

“It's going to be a long night...”

 

 

Mr Burkley was an unfortunate man. Despite being a long-running faculty member of Domino High, his parking spot had been assigned before the parking lot was expanded into the vast sea of blacktop it was today. The parking section now wrapping around the left side of the school, the board thought it would be too bothersome to reverse and mark more stalls for the teachers. So, Mr Burkley, who was not known for being an exceptionally fast walker, was left in his humble spot in the furthest corner of the school.

 

So when a long, piercing ring of Domino High echoed throughout the building for the second time that morning, signalling what should have been the start of class. The students of B230 knew that they had an extra ten minutes before their teacher would stroll leisurely into class.

 

“They're lucky his spot is so far away...” Téa whispered in a hushed tone to those around her, gesturing to the vacant seats that lay behind and in front of Gabrielle...Spots that were assigned to Sora and Takaru.

 

“I know, I don't even understand how Sora can be late...Doesn't she come to school with you guys?” Tristan turned in his seat to face the rest of them, resting his elbows on Joey's desk in the process.

 

“Not really, Sora leaves earlier than us to meet up with Takaru...But you would figure they would get here before us then...” Gabrielle shrugged slightly in her seat, pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose before craning her neck to see out the wall of windows that consumed the west wall of the classroom.

 

“Let's hope they can perform another stunt like yesterday...Except this time let them get caught.” Hissed a sore voice from the opposite side of the room, attracting the attention of the five teens again. Makato certainly wasn't going to forget the incident yesterday considering the tardy duo, which had disturbed the calm serenity of the classroom with their dramatic entrance. “Maybe that will teach them to—“

 

Twin sets of thundering footsteps, a blur of the door opening, a gust of wind, not to mention a disastrous crash soon afterwards. This time, the sudden entrance of the duo occurred within a fraction of a second. However, it did not end as well as it had yesterday.

 

Untangling herself from the mess of limbs of herself and Takaru, Sora slapped on a sheepish smile as she forced herself to her feet, tiding up her uniform at she did so.

 

“Well, that's going to bruise.” Muttered the fallen blonde, who was still seeing stars as he sluggishly pulled himself away from the teacher's desk, staggering in his steps once or twice before flopping into his seat.

 

“Excuse me! I knew this was going to happen! You get away with it once, now you're going to make a habit of it! I knew I pegged you right!” Sora seemed to roll her eyes as soon as the first syllable escaped the irate hall monitor's lips. This time, she didn't even choose to dignify the man with a response, moving into her seat wordlessly.

 

Besides, with Joey within earshot, he was already onto it.

 

“Why don't ya just shut yer trap for once, Makato. They ain't hurtin' nobody!”

 

“It's anybody, you ingrate. Can't you even form a simple sentence correctly?” A new voice joined the hissing match, this voice originating from behind Sora this time.

 

“What did ya say, Rich-boy?!” Yugi was sinking into his seat already, his eyes meeting with Gabrielle as she attempted to do the same. If it wasn't one it seemed to be the other who was making a scene, and who said this year would be dull?

 

“Joey, don't bother, besides this is between me and Campus Defence Jerk Wad over there. Don't get in trouble over me.”

 

“Aw, how cute.”

 

“Shut it Kaiba! Before I shut yer trap for ya!”

 

“I would love to see you try, Mutt.”

 

Well, that did it. Joey was red in the face, judgement clouded by the enticement of a fight between him and the cold CEO. Who would turn down an offer to lay a punch on someone who humiliated you on a daily basis?

 

And so with that, five teens leapt from their seats, though not before Joey made an impressive leap across the room and landed with one Seto Kaiba barely an inch under his fist.

 

“Holy shit Joey!” Tristan, though furthest away, moved faster and quickly yanked the furious blonde off the bewildered CEO.

 

“Joey!”

 

“Joey!”

 

“Mr. Wheeler!”

 

Seven teens froze in the back of the classroom, desks and chairs pushed carelessly out of the way to accommodate them. The low roar of students shrieking in surprising and egging the situation one had drowned out the noise of the door opening, and Mr. Burkley himself shuffling through.

 

And what did he see? Seven of his students erupting into some sort of fight. Over what? He didn't care. He just knew he didn't like what he saw, nor would he let it slip.

 

“It's not what it looks like!” At first, they were unsure of who had spoken the words...And it took the motley crew of teens a moment to realize that they had all said it, though now was not the time or the place to be giggling like school children.

 

“Jinx...” Sora whispered to the awkwardly silent room, a snicker emitting from a few students, including Tristan.

 

“It's going to be a long day, you guys...”

 

 

Ending Notes: FINALLY! After nearly a year I finally get off my writer's block and manage to pump out a chapter! Hurrah! Please reward my efforts at beating my procrastination with delicious Reviews!

 

...And baked goods...Those are always nice!

 

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