Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ High School Never Ends ❯ Club 'Chaos' ( Chapter 7 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: SetoKaiba'sShowGirl 
Miracle do walldrobe...Ryou throws up...Drinking Is Fun...The Curtain Raises...
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.30.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.5K | Visits: 315 | Status: Work In Progress
Miracle do walldrobe...Ryou throws up...Drinking Is Fun...The Curtain Raises...
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.30.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.5K | Visits: 315 | Status: Work In Progress
One thing I have to tell you, my original plans for this fic have changed, because I have added and taken away many different things. For example, Kaiba was never meant to be in it, Joey wasn't suppose to be init, and it was suppose to be Marik that fucks up his hand, not Yami. As you can see, stuff had gone a stray, but in a good way. So my plan had to be rewritten, and with the help of my mother, it's going to be better then it ever would have before. Anyway I have ranted enough for today…
Dedicated to: Pork Steak the Grande.
I am so very sorry for not dedicating an earlier chapter to you, but I seriously forgot. That sounds so mean and stupid, but I seriously did. I just remembered, seeing as I now have the ‘Miracle of Egypt’ plot. It really was a great name you thought up and I can’t believe I didn’t already give you something. Anyway, if you are still reading, and you have a request for a one-shot or something, I would be happy to do it. I feel so very bad. I felt I need to make up for it. Sorry, and if you are still reading, enjoy.
Disclaimer: (Looks through box of possessions…) Nope, Yu-Gi-Oh is not there. I must have misplaced it…
Warnings: Cussing.
High School Never Ends
By SetoKaiba’sShowGirl
Chapter 7: Club ‘Chaos’
You had to do someone else You should've been by yourself Instead of here with me Secretly Secretly
The song Miracle of Egypt was playing ended and Curse watched in awe. That was, to say the least, interesting. Bakura watched the four members of Miracle. Malik looked green, Yugi was looking anywhere but at the band, and Joey looked like he was about to run, but it was Ryou who captured his attention. Ryou was standing there, guitar slung over his shoulder, and fidgeting. He couldn’t seem to stand still. He had had started fiddling with guitar stings, then his clothes, then his hair, now he was slightly hopping from one foot to the other. Bakura smirked and watched Ryou fidget for a few more moments before he turned to his fellow band-members. They looked at each other, no words spoken. They didn’t need them; they always knew what the others were thinking. Bakura nudged Marik, who nudged Yami, who leant around Marik to nudge Bakura, who nudged Yami back, who finally nudged Marik. They were all in agreement, now to pass judgement.
Joey watched the band with apprehension. He was never this nervous before, but now, he was bricking it. This was kind of make-or-break for him. He so wanted to succeed. He knew that no one really wanted him here, which was plain to see. They all kind of shunned him. Sure, they would talk to him, be nice to him, but Joey could see it was forced. They all didn’t like him because he had slept with the lead singer of Curse of Egypt, because of a one time occurrence. He knew they were close with Ryou, seeing as he had immediately gelled into the group, and obviously they were going to be angry, because Ryou was angry. Ryou was very, VERY angry. Joey had seen it in the youth’s eyes. He hated that someone, anyone, had been with Bakura before him, but Joey had. He couldn’t take it back, he knew he couldn’t, and to tell you the truth, he really didn’t want to. Bakura didn’t have a boyfriend at the time, and neither did Joey, it was a mutual lust. That had long since ceased. Joey didn’t want to take Bakura away from Ryou, even if that was possible. Joey had seen the way they would look at each other, it was so sweet. Joey never thought he would ever utter a sentence that contained both the word ‘Bakura’ and ‘sweet.’ Joey had begun to see all the people in the room as friends. I mean sure, he had known Yug’ for a long time, and Malik was on the same team as him, but he had never gotten to know him. He was a great judge of character though, seeing as he grew up on the streets. It was dog eat dog out there, so you had to know who to trust and quick. He knew that no one in the room was out to get him, or hurt him. None were truly evil, but Joey knew they didn’t see him in the same way, and he wanted them to. This was why it was make-or-break for him. Maybe if he did this right they would actually become his friends. And for once, just be friends.
Malik watched his boyfriend and friends do there freaky, non-verbal communicating. Sure, he did it with Yugi and Ryou all the time, but to see someone else do it was just weird. Plus, he was waiting for someone to say something, so he could know if they were shit or not. He was getting impatient. He hated waiting, especially when he could have just fucked up. “Babe?” He called over to his boyfriend, his lower lip caught between his teeth. “What did you think?”
Marik turned to his band-mates for a final time, who gave a nod of consent, before answering, “Fucking brilliant, babe.”
There was an instant uproar, people congratulating each other and shouting joy at a job well done.
“Calm down,” Bakura screamed over the noise. “It’s not over yet, me and these two, needs to pick your songs and you need a little bit of tweaking. But I must admit. You lot didn’t totally fuck up.”
“You should cheer up Tomb-Robber.” Yami said with a knowing smirk on his face. “You should know what’s next.”
Bakura looked confused for a second before recognition hit his eyes. He smirked, a smirk full of evil intentions.
“What’s next ’Kura?” Ryou questioned. Nothing could go wrong now, they had done it, well, most of it. What could really be that bad?
“Oh, just,” Bakura replied, the smirk never leaving his face, “Wall robe.”
Miracle of Egypt soon found out why Curse of Egypt got their name.
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“I look like a hooker, babe.”
“No you don’t, I think you look hotter then usual.”
“Yami Atemu, don’t you dare come near me with those scissors.”
“I’m not going to cut you; I am going to cut the clothes.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m worried about.”
“Bakura, haven’t you realised by now, I am not a girl.”
“I think I discovered that yesterday.”
“What is this? What are you are trying to make me wear?”
“It’s leather, Joey.”
“Oh.”
“I don’t see the problem. You lot look good.”
“You just don’t get it, Yami. We have different taste then you guys, are clothing is more…subtle.”
“Your choice of clothing isn’t much different then ours.”
“True, BUT I DON’T HAVE HALF MY STOMACH SHOWING!”
“BAKURA KITOU, I REFUSE TO WEAR MAKE-UP AND A THONG! I AM NOT A WOMAN! I WILL NOT BE MADE INTO ONE!”
“Well, the pants are too tight, and you refuse to wear no underwear, which will give you an unsightly VPL, which I can tell you, is extremely womanly.”
“I still look like a hooker.”
“Yeah, but you’re my hooker, and I’ll punch the shit out of anyone who says otherwise.”
“Yeah, so will I.”
“That’s my girl.”
“I AM NOT WEARING A DEAD COW!”
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Ryou felt like he was about to throw up, and the show hadn’t even started yet. It was an hour to go before he would be on stage in front of who knows how many people in club ‘Chaos’. He was standing behind the curtain that hid the stage from view. He peeked out quickly, just to come back just as quickly. People were already turning up, and his stomach did a little flip of panic. This was it, the big one, and he knew he was going to fail. Fail the only person he had ever loved. True, he loved his dad, and mum, and his sister, but not like he did Bakura. Bakura was blunt, arrogant, aggressive, and sometimes down-right mean. But, Ryou saw so much more. He saw kindness, because that was all Bakura ever was to him. Ryou loved him for that, because that was all he really needed. He needed to be held and told everything was alright, and Bakura did that. Ryou couldn’t, wouldn’t fail that man. He peeked round the curtain for a little longer this time, trying to gain some confidence. He steadied himself, getting ready to go back to the dressing room. Where he would get poked and prodded and forced to wear stuff he didn’t want to, but this wasn’t for him. This was all for Bakura, and the thong wasn’t really that bad. He would wear the womanly make-up and the insufferable underwear, if it made Bakura happy. He would wear it everyday, if it made Bakura happy. Ryou closed his eyes and breathed out a steadying breath. It was time to face the music, and the people. He turned to go back to their assigned room, when he turned back the other way. He needed to make a little detour first, and it wasn’t going to be a pretty one.
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Joey was searching for his fellow band-member. Ryou said he was going to get some air 20 minutes ago, and hadn’t come back yet. Joey hated to admit it, but he was getting quite worried for the slighter male. Joey knew that Ryou was feeling stressed but not enough to run out on them. Plus he knew, in his heart of heart, that Ryou would never run out on Bakura. He went out the backdoor of the club into an alleyway, to hear the sound of retching. Joey paled at the thought, it couldn’t be…?
“Ryou?” He questioned aloud to the alley as he began to walk in the direction of the sound.
He continued on, to see a white head of hair, bent over in the middle, bringing up what looked like what Ryou had had for breakfast and the sushi they had had for lunch. Joey frowned slightly, and ran over to the slighter male.
“You ok, Ryou?” Joey asked as he rubbed his lower back in a soothing movements and held back his hair, which had been streaked with black for tonight’s performance.
All Joey got in response was more vomit hitting the floor.
Joey stepped back slightly to avoid the substance landing on him, but still within reach to continue the soothing movements. “You don’t have to worry so much Ryou. We’ll be fine, we will play fine.”
Ryou seemed to have calmed some what, only occasionally retching, but no more bile coming up. “How do you know that,” Ryou asked sluggishly.
“Because I do, okay. Call it divine intervention, or something. Anyway, you defiantly can’t fuck up.”
“Why’s that?” Ryou said as he stood up straight.
“Because you have us backing you up. Do you really think me, Yug’ and Malik would let you fail? No, we wouldn’t. I class all you guys, including Yami, Marik and Bakura as friends. I know you guys don’t really get on with me.” Ryou tried to say otherwise but Joey put a hand up to silence him, “And don’t try to tell me otherwise. I know you guys don’t really like me, but I like you guys. So I wouldn’t let you guys fail, I’m there for my friends.”
Ryou felt a smile coming to his lips. Joey was a really good guy. Sure, he was loud and a bit dim, but he was a friend. And what was all Ryou really needed. So what if Bakura and him had had sex, so had Yami and Bakura, and he still liked the guy. He wondered why Joey affected him and Yami didn’t? It was because Joey was everything he wanted to be. Confident, loud, spoke his mind and had a great sense of humour. Ryou wanted to be all of those things, but he wasn’t. Yet, Bakura wanted him as a boyfriend, not Joey, Ryou.
“Thanks, Joey.” Ryou said with a brilliant smile.
“You’re welcome, Ry. Now we have to get you inside so we can change.” Joey said as he started head towards the door. “One more thing, if you ever get tired of Bakura.” He winked, “Give me a call, okay.”
Ryou flushed brightly, “I’ll remember that, Joey.”
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Bakura stood leaning against the bar, a glass of Jack Daniels in hand, watching the blacked-out stage. He had been out here for 10 minutes, and had already devoured 4 drinks. Yami, who was beside him had devoured 6 and Marik, who was on a barstool, had devoured as much as him. Bakura knew he was being stupid, but when Marik had proposed the idea, he had no reason to say no…
Flashback
Curse of Egypt walked out of the dressing room, having just successfully got the stand-in band to wear their outfits. It had been a tiring battle, but they had won in the end. With a few hissy fits, and a few bitch slaps.
As they got half-way towards the main room, Marik suddenly sped up, jumping in front of them with his arms spread open, making Yami and Bakura stop.
“What?” Bakura snapped, “There is alcohol waiting for me.”
Marik smirked, “That’s exactly why I stopped you.”
Bakura and Yami exchanged a look with each other before looking back at their fellow band-member. An identical look plastered their faces that clearly said ‘Explain.’
“We drink all the time, right?” Yami and Bakura looked at each other again before nodded at Marik‘s admission, “But we never get drunk, right?” They nodded again. “So, why don’t we? We usually don’t get fucked because we have practise the next day or a gig or some other bullshit that we have to have a clear head for. But not today, or tomorrow. We should get fucked today and get rid of the hangover tomorrow.” Bakura and Yami thought about it quickly but didn’t really get to answer as Marik continued, “I bet a can drink more then both of you.”
Yami and Bakura exchanged identical smirks before replying in sync, “Your on, Tomb-Keeper.”
End Flashback
So the contest began. If you threw up, you lost, if you declined a drink, from anyone, you lost, and you had to drink what ever your band-mates were drinking. So Bakura, Marik and Yami had all had two beers, a scotch and a Jack Daniels. Yami had also had two extra beers bought for him by some very attractive females. Marik and Bakura weren’t complaining, it just meant that the pharaoh had to drink more, so he had more chance of losing.
Bakura drank the rest of his glass, making his alcohol level higher, before screaming over the bar, “Mai! Can I get some service here!?”
An attractive blonde woman came over. She was wearing a white corseted top with a pair of black jeans that hugged to her curvy shape. She wore very little make-up, other then the thick line of black that was around her purple eyes. “Sure you can hun. What can I get for you this time?”
Bakura stared at her cleavage for a moment longer before shaking his head and ordering, “Three Jack Daniels.”
“Oh,” Marik said as he heard Bakura ordering, “And three triple vodkas.”
Mai laughed, “You boys having a drinking contest, always ordering in threes? Oh well, have fun.” She turned to get the drinks, moving away from the two boys. Yami having been taking away by a pretty girl, intent on buying him more alcohol.
“Was she a good screw?” Marik asked as he finished his drink, waiting for his next one to be delivered. “It was her you fucked right?”
Bakura closed his eyes and sighed before replying, “Yeah, it was her. She’s alright in bed, not as good as you would expect though. Not after she looks like that.”
Marik smirked, “Then why were you looking down her top?”
Bakura was about to reply when he was saved by the over-head speaker system coming on. The show was about to start.
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Ryou was peeking out of the curtain at the crowd of people that had turned up to see Curse of Egypt play. He wanted to run so badly it was unbelievable. He was wearing the clothes he was told to, had Yami’s guitar slung over his shoulder, he had come this far, and he just wanted to bolt. He lifted his watch to his eye-line and saw that they were supposed to play in 4 minutes. He needed to throw-up, again. He couldn’t take this, it was too much pressure. He was either going to throw-up on some unsuspecting audience member or Yami’s guitar. Either one meant dire consequences.
“You guys really need to chill,” Joey said as he leant casually against a speaker, “We are going to be fine.”
“How do you fucking know that?” Yugi said from his spot behind the drums, “We could fuck-right-up.”
Everyone looked at Yugi for a second longer. Yugi’s voice had rose an octave from stress, and his excessive use of curse words showed the rest of the band that Yugi was just as stressed as they were.
“We can’t fuck up,” Joey replied, “Not while I am here, I won’t let you.”
Malik and Yugi looked at him with an unsure gaze, but Ryou didn’t. He knew what Joey meant and he felt exactly the same way. He would not let his new friends fail because he was scared. He wouldn’t allow that to happen.
“I won’t either,” Ryou said as he steadied his footing and looked at the curtain that was blocking his view of all of those people.
Joey nodded at Ryou and turned back to the other two boys. “See, me and Ry have got your backs. We won’t let you fail. You can’t fail anyway; we are not just doing this for ourselves.” He moved towards the curtain pulling it back just enough so that Malik, Ryou and Yugi could see the other end of the room. “We are doing it for them as well.”
The other three members of Miracle of Egypt looked at the other end of the room where the members of Curse were relaxing against the bar, sipping drinks and looking quite relaxed. They weren’t panicking, or fretting. They were enjoying their day off, perfectly at ease.
“See,” Joey said still holding the curtain, “They are not fucking off to throw up in alleyways.” Ryou sent him a harsh glare, which Joey only winked at. “They trust us, so trust in yourselves, ok?”
Yugi and Malik looked at each other, before turning back to the bar. “Ok.” They said in unison.
Joey kept the curtain up for a few more seconds, and that’s when Ryou saw it. Bakura was at the bar talking to a real knock-out. She was blonde and curvy, had legs up to her armpits, and was taller then Ryou. Bakura was STARING down her top. Ryou was just about ready to fly off stage when the overhead speaker rang out. There was no time, but after the show, there would be consequences.
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“Ladies and Gentleman,” The speaker system rang out. Curse of Egypt watched the stage intently as the show started. Yami had escaped another group of girls to join his friends. He was already swaying slightly, and Bakura smirked. This contest was going to be halfway over before the hikaris even played the second song. “Make some fucking noise!” The crowd screamed, each saying something different, each shouting for a different member of the threesome. “We know you all came to see Curse of Egypt, but they can’t be with you tonight.” There was a collective groan and some scattered anguished screams. “But they haven’t left you with out a show; they have left you with a Miracle!” Everyone in the crowd turned back to the stage as the curtains flew back and white smoke flew across the stage, bright white light hiding all but the silhouettes from show. Instead of the usual three figures, there was four. There was also a different presence to this band. Curse of Egypt demanded attention, forcing the audience to pay attention. Miracle of Egypt seemed different, they asked you to watch them, and you couldn’t help but listen to there pleas.
The light changed from a dazzling brightness to a steady dull light, still bright enough to illuminate the stage, and show all standing upon it. All of Curse of Egypt stared at the group they threw together. Yugi was sitting behind the drum kit, slight smile on his face. He was dressed in white jeans and a black silk shirt that was cut off at his navel. All articles at least 2 sizes too tight, showing all contours of his lithe, but still masculine form. He wore leather accessories, with lots of buckles and chains, giving a very gothic appearance, that for some reason didn‘t look wrong on the innocent looking boy. His face was contoured into a smile, his eyed outlined in black, but everyone in the club could see the green ting to his skin.
“I think your light’s going to haul, Pharaoh.” Bakura said, a sinister smirk playing on his lips.
Joey stood proud, with the bass in his hands, strap over his shoulder. He wore a form fitting pair of leather trousers, making his legs look longer then they actually were. His top half was covered with a black sleeveless vest that had a design on it. The design composed of an Egyptian mummy, with its hand out stretched in welcome, purple smoke coming out of its disease ridden fingertips. It looked like it was sick, cursed, but the smirk upon its face showed that the creature didn’t really care. Down the centre of the mummy’s body, from head to toe, the words ‘Curse of Egypt’ ran vertically down it. Joey was looking at the back wall of the club. A slight smile on his face, his body in a strict pose, saying, without actually saying, ‘Let’s do this.’
Ryou looked like he was about to collapse. His whole form reeked of nervousness and anxiety. He wore what Bakura had told him to wear. The tight black leather trousers, the black leather boots, the black dress shirt and the white tie that hang loosely around his neck, like he couldn’t be bothered to tighten it the rest of the way. White armbands were around his wrists and his eyes were outlined in black. The black streaks in his hair shone brightly with the florescent stage lights. Bakura smirked at the sight of his love in clothes that he picked out. He did look extremely sexy standing there, and he knew that Ryou was only wearing a plain black thong underneath.
Malik stood in front of the group in all his glory. The light was brighter on him, giving him priority over the rest of the group. And the whole club could see why. He looked…different. He was wearing black denim jeans that clung to his hips, legs, and ass better then any leather could. He wore a crimson belly top, tight on his shoulder and abs, flaring lightly out at the bottom that stopped just above his navel. His feet were slipped in to a pair of red 6” spike stiletto heels. His face was made-up heavily, big red lips and eyelids and a heavy layer of foundation, not a spot or blemish to be seen. He stood with a mike-stand in front of him, both hands clenched around the mike; the red acrylic nails gently biting into it out of nerves. Everyone in the crowd looked at the lead singer and stared in awe, because the man, he clearly was a man, wasn’t trying to hide the fact. That he, the man on stage, didn’t seem bothered that he was in drag. He looked more scared of actually singing.
Curse loved the look of Miracle of Egypt. They already had a personality, and this was their first show. Bakura was relaxed, this could actually work. He could just sit back and watch the show. Ryou was going to make him proud, he was sure of it. Bakura leant against the bar, sipping from yet another Jack Daniels. He could relax; everything was going to be alright.
A guitar riff flew through the air and Bakura stiffened. It wasn’t that the notes sounded wrong, or that it was played badly, but something was wrong. Bakura had been on this scene to long to not know when something was up.
Brothers and sisters put this record downTake my advice ('cause we are bad news) We will leave you high and dryIt's not worth the hearing you'll lose
“This. Isn’t. Right.”
Bakura opened his eyes after hearing those three words hissed through Yami’s teeth. He would just have to see for himself.
It's just past 8 and I'm feeling young and recklessThe ribbon on my wrist says, "Do not open before Christmas."
Bakura’s teeth grated against each other as he watched the show that was going to ruin his career. Bakura knew he wasn’t the brightest penny in the jar, but he knew he had talent, talent that he had had as soon as he picked up a pen and a guitar. His life’s work was going down the pan and there wasn’t one thing he could do about it. Miracle of Egypt wasn’t playing badly, actually, there wasn’t a note out of place, but Bakura knew. They were playing like amateurs. Playing live wasn’t about getting every note right, it was about playing. Grabbing the audience’s attention, not making them want to look away, to come and see you every night. That’s what made you big. That’s what made a band. Well, to Bakura anyway.
We're only liars, but we're the best (we're the best) We're only good for the latest trendWe're only good so you can have almost famous friendsBesides, we've got such good fashion sense
As the chorus came in, Curse could now see the tension. It was so thick a butter knife could slice it. Joey was way to stiff. Yugi was looking as a blank wall, on the other side of the club with such ferocity, that they were surprised it hadn’t caught alight. Malik’s voice wasn’t shaking, but his hands were. If he wasn’t holding the mike stand so tightly, who knows what would have happened. And Ryou was in the worst state of all. He was green, he was shaking, he looked like he was about to faint, every time he opened his mouth to sing, it came out so low that the people right next the speakers could only hear Yugi and Malik singing. Bakura wanted to run up to the stage and hug him to death, take all the sickness and hurt away. Bakura stiffened, that was…different. There was no sexual intent in that thought. Bakura could kind of admit he…liked Ryou, a lot, but Bakura also knew he was Bakura. Bakura was a sexual predator. He liked to have sex with lots of people, lots of times, in lots of different places. So with a sex kitten like Ryou around, he thought about having sex with Ryou a lot, lots of times, in lots of different places. Every thought about Ryou included some sort of sexual notion, suddenly, it didn’t.
Brothers and sisters, yeah, put these words downInto your notebook (spit lines like these)We're friends only when you're on your kneesMake them dance like we were shooting their feet
It's just past 8 and I'm feeling young and recklessThe ribbon on my wrist says, "Do not open before Christmas."
Curse watched on in disgust. Not even the crowd was moving. The whole club was silent, not one word said over the booming of the speakers. People were in shock, this was suppose to be Curse of Egypt, the greatest unsigned rock band in the whole of Japan, and this was just…bad.
We're only liars, but we're the best (we're the best)We're only good for the latest trendWe're only good cause you can have almost famous friendsBesides, we've got such good fashion sense
We're only liars, but we're the bestWe're only good for the latest trend
“My dream is….Dying.” That statement was followed by a hiccup and a jump. Yami would have fallen off his stool if it wasn’t for Bakura catching him and placing him securely back on it, but Bakura was still thought the same as his drunken friends. Their life, their love and their career was going down the toilet.
Bakura turned back to the bar and threw the rest of his drink down his throat, not even allowing it to touch the sides. Marik just cocked one of his eyebrows and signalled for Mai to bring over the bottle. It seemed like they were going to need it tonight.
We're only liars, but we're the bestWe're only good for the latest trendWe're only good cause you can have almost famous friendsBesides, we've got such good fashion sense
The song ended and there was silence, deafening silence. It cut through everything. Bakura stayed where he was, his back still to the stage. He picked up the bottle of brown liquor and poured himself and the others a good measure before throwing it down his throat. He swayed slightly as he felt the alcohol filling his system. He was drinking too much, and he knew it, but that didn’t mean he was about to stop. He had a bet, and that wasn’t about to stop just because he was already getting drunk. Bakura smirked at his reflection in the bar. Tonight was at least going to be interesting. He was fed up with boring weekends, fed up with the usual routine, he had needed a change, and maybe this was it.
“Bakura?”
“Yes, my vertically challenged and slightly mentally retarded Pharaoh?”
“The Hikaris have ruined us.”
“Oh, stop being so melodramatic, Yami.” Marik cut in from his place beside Bakura. He really didn’t want to see either. “I mean, come on, it’s only one show.”
“Yes, but your not even looking at the stage.”
Bakura and Marik automatically spun around towards the stage where Miracle was doing the one thing that you couldn’t do on stage. It didn’t matter how bad it got, how badly you wanted to, you never argue on stage…
To Be Continued…
Dedicated to: Pork Steak the Grande.
I am so very sorry for not dedicating an earlier chapter to you, but I seriously forgot. That sounds so mean and stupid, but I seriously did. I just remembered, seeing as I now have the ‘Miracle of Egypt’ plot. It really was a great name you thought up and I can’t believe I didn’t already give you something. Anyway, if you are still reading, and you have a request for a one-shot or something, I would be happy to do it. I feel so very bad. I felt I need to make up for it. Sorry, and if you are still reading, enjoy.
Disclaimer: (Looks through box of possessions…) Nope, Yu-Gi-Oh is not there. I must have misplaced it…
Warnings: Cussing.
High School Never Ends
By SetoKaiba’sShowGirl
Chapter 7: Club ‘Chaos’
You had to do someone else You should've been by yourself Instead of here with me Secretly Secretly
The song Miracle of Egypt was playing ended and Curse watched in awe. That was, to say the least, interesting. Bakura watched the four members of Miracle. Malik looked green, Yugi was looking anywhere but at the band, and Joey looked like he was about to run, but it was Ryou who captured his attention. Ryou was standing there, guitar slung over his shoulder, and fidgeting. He couldn’t seem to stand still. He had had started fiddling with guitar stings, then his clothes, then his hair, now he was slightly hopping from one foot to the other. Bakura smirked and watched Ryou fidget for a few more moments before he turned to his fellow band-members. They looked at each other, no words spoken. They didn’t need them; they always knew what the others were thinking. Bakura nudged Marik, who nudged Yami, who leant around Marik to nudge Bakura, who nudged Yami back, who finally nudged Marik. They were all in agreement, now to pass judgement.
Joey watched the band with apprehension. He was never this nervous before, but now, he was bricking it. This was kind of make-or-break for him. He so wanted to succeed. He knew that no one really wanted him here, which was plain to see. They all kind of shunned him. Sure, they would talk to him, be nice to him, but Joey could see it was forced. They all didn’t like him because he had slept with the lead singer of Curse of Egypt, because of a one time occurrence. He knew they were close with Ryou, seeing as he had immediately gelled into the group, and obviously they were going to be angry, because Ryou was angry. Ryou was very, VERY angry. Joey had seen it in the youth’s eyes. He hated that someone, anyone, had been with Bakura before him, but Joey had. He couldn’t take it back, he knew he couldn’t, and to tell you the truth, he really didn’t want to. Bakura didn’t have a boyfriend at the time, and neither did Joey, it was a mutual lust. That had long since ceased. Joey didn’t want to take Bakura away from Ryou, even if that was possible. Joey had seen the way they would look at each other, it was so sweet. Joey never thought he would ever utter a sentence that contained both the word ‘Bakura’ and ‘sweet.’ Joey had begun to see all the people in the room as friends. I mean sure, he had known Yug’ for a long time, and Malik was on the same team as him, but he had never gotten to know him. He was a great judge of character though, seeing as he grew up on the streets. It was dog eat dog out there, so you had to know who to trust and quick. He knew that no one in the room was out to get him, or hurt him. None were truly evil, but Joey knew they didn’t see him in the same way, and he wanted them to. This was why it was make-or-break for him. Maybe if he did this right they would actually become his friends. And for once, just be friends.
Malik watched his boyfriend and friends do there freaky, non-verbal communicating. Sure, he did it with Yugi and Ryou all the time, but to see someone else do it was just weird. Plus, he was waiting for someone to say something, so he could know if they were shit or not. He was getting impatient. He hated waiting, especially when he could have just fucked up. “Babe?” He called over to his boyfriend, his lower lip caught between his teeth. “What did you think?”
Marik turned to his band-mates for a final time, who gave a nod of consent, before answering, “Fucking brilliant, babe.”
There was an instant uproar, people congratulating each other and shouting joy at a job well done.
“Calm down,” Bakura screamed over the noise. “It’s not over yet, me and these two, needs to pick your songs and you need a little bit of tweaking. But I must admit. You lot didn’t totally fuck up.”
“You should cheer up Tomb-Robber.” Yami said with a knowing smirk on his face. “You should know what’s next.”
Bakura looked confused for a second before recognition hit his eyes. He smirked, a smirk full of evil intentions.
“What’s next ’Kura?” Ryou questioned. Nothing could go wrong now, they had done it, well, most of it. What could really be that bad?
“Oh, just,” Bakura replied, the smirk never leaving his face, “Wall robe.”
Miracle of Egypt soon found out why Curse of Egypt got their name.
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“I look like a hooker, babe.”
“No you don’t, I think you look hotter then usual.”
“Yami Atemu, don’t you dare come near me with those scissors.”
“I’m not going to cut you; I am going to cut the clothes.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m worried about.”
“Bakura, haven’t you realised by now, I am not a girl.”
“I think I discovered that yesterday.”
“What is this? What are you are trying to make me wear?”
“It’s leather, Joey.”
“Oh.”
“I don’t see the problem. You lot look good.”
“You just don’t get it, Yami. We have different taste then you guys, are clothing is more…subtle.”
“Your choice of clothing isn’t much different then ours.”
“True, BUT I DON’T HAVE HALF MY STOMACH SHOWING!”
“BAKURA KITOU, I REFUSE TO WEAR MAKE-UP AND A THONG! I AM NOT A WOMAN! I WILL NOT BE MADE INTO ONE!”
“Well, the pants are too tight, and you refuse to wear no underwear, which will give you an unsightly VPL, which I can tell you, is extremely womanly.”
“I still look like a hooker.”
“Yeah, but you’re my hooker, and I’ll punch the shit out of anyone who says otherwise.”
“Yeah, so will I.”
“That’s my girl.”
“I AM NOT WEARING A DEAD COW!”
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Ryou felt like he was about to throw up, and the show hadn’t even started yet. It was an hour to go before he would be on stage in front of who knows how many people in club ‘Chaos’. He was standing behind the curtain that hid the stage from view. He peeked out quickly, just to come back just as quickly. People were already turning up, and his stomach did a little flip of panic. This was it, the big one, and he knew he was going to fail. Fail the only person he had ever loved. True, he loved his dad, and mum, and his sister, but not like he did Bakura. Bakura was blunt, arrogant, aggressive, and sometimes down-right mean. But, Ryou saw so much more. He saw kindness, because that was all Bakura ever was to him. Ryou loved him for that, because that was all he really needed. He needed to be held and told everything was alright, and Bakura did that. Ryou couldn’t, wouldn’t fail that man. He peeked round the curtain for a little longer this time, trying to gain some confidence. He steadied himself, getting ready to go back to the dressing room. Where he would get poked and prodded and forced to wear stuff he didn’t want to, but this wasn’t for him. This was all for Bakura, and the thong wasn’t really that bad. He would wear the womanly make-up and the insufferable underwear, if it made Bakura happy. He would wear it everyday, if it made Bakura happy. Ryou closed his eyes and breathed out a steadying breath. It was time to face the music, and the people. He turned to go back to their assigned room, when he turned back the other way. He needed to make a little detour first, and it wasn’t going to be a pretty one.
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Joey was searching for his fellow band-member. Ryou said he was going to get some air 20 minutes ago, and hadn’t come back yet. Joey hated to admit it, but he was getting quite worried for the slighter male. Joey knew that Ryou was feeling stressed but not enough to run out on them. Plus he knew, in his heart of heart, that Ryou would never run out on Bakura. He went out the backdoor of the club into an alleyway, to hear the sound of retching. Joey paled at the thought, it couldn’t be…?
“Ryou?” He questioned aloud to the alley as he began to walk in the direction of the sound.
He continued on, to see a white head of hair, bent over in the middle, bringing up what looked like what Ryou had had for breakfast and the sushi they had had for lunch. Joey frowned slightly, and ran over to the slighter male.
“You ok, Ryou?” Joey asked as he rubbed his lower back in a soothing movements and held back his hair, which had been streaked with black for tonight’s performance.
All Joey got in response was more vomit hitting the floor.
Joey stepped back slightly to avoid the substance landing on him, but still within reach to continue the soothing movements. “You don’t have to worry so much Ryou. We’ll be fine, we will play fine.”
Ryou seemed to have calmed some what, only occasionally retching, but no more bile coming up. “How do you know that,” Ryou asked sluggishly.
“Because I do, okay. Call it divine intervention, or something. Anyway, you defiantly can’t fuck up.”
“Why’s that?” Ryou said as he stood up straight.
“Because you have us backing you up. Do you really think me, Yug’ and Malik would let you fail? No, we wouldn’t. I class all you guys, including Yami, Marik and Bakura as friends. I know you guys don’t really get on with me.” Ryou tried to say otherwise but Joey put a hand up to silence him, “And don’t try to tell me otherwise. I know you guys don’t really like me, but I like you guys. So I wouldn’t let you guys fail, I’m there for my friends.”
Ryou felt a smile coming to his lips. Joey was a really good guy. Sure, he was loud and a bit dim, but he was a friend. And what was all Ryou really needed. So what if Bakura and him had had sex, so had Yami and Bakura, and he still liked the guy. He wondered why Joey affected him and Yami didn’t? It was because Joey was everything he wanted to be. Confident, loud, spoke his mind and had a great sense of humour. Ryou wanted to be all of those things, but he wasn’t. Yet, Bakura wanted him as a boyfriend, not Joey, Ryou.
“Thanks, Joey.” Ryou said with a brilliant smile.
“You’re welcome, Ry. Now we have to get you inside so we can change.” Joey said as he started head towards the door. “One more thing, if you ever get tired of Bakura.” He winked, “Give me a call, okay.”
Ryou flushed brightly, “I’ll remember that, Joey.”
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Bakura stood leaning against the bar, a glass of Jack Daniels in hand, watching the blacked-out stage. He had been out here for 10 minutes, and had already devoured 4 drinks. Yami, who was beside him had devoured 6 and Marik, who was on a barstool, had devoured as much as him. Bakura knew he was being stupid, but when Marik had proposed the idea, he had no reason to say no…
Flashback
Curse of Egypt walked out of the dressing room, having just successfully got the stand-in band to wear their outfits. It had been a tiring battle, but they had won in the end. With a few hissy fits, and a few bitch slaps.
As they got half-way towards the main room, Marik suddenly sped up, jumping in front of them with his arms spread open, making Yami and Bakura stop.
“What?” Bakura snapped, “There is alcohol waiting for me.”
Marik smirked, “That’s exactly why I stopped you.”
Bakura and Yami exchanged a look with each other before looking back at their fellow band-member. An identical look plastered their faces that clearly said ‘Explain.’
“We drink all the time, right?” Yami and Bakura looked at each other again before nodded at Marik‘s admission, “But we never get drunk, right?” They nodded again. “So, why don’t we? We usually don’t get fucked because we have practise the next day or a gig or some other bullshit that we have to have a clear head for. But not today, or tomorrow. We should get fucked today and get rid of the hangover tomorrow.” Bakura and Yami thought about it quickly but didn’t really get to answer as Marik continued, “I bet a can drink more then both of you.”
Yami and Bakura exchanged identical smirks before replying in sync, “Your on, Tomb-Keeper.”
End Flashback
So the contest began. If you threw up, you lost, if you declined a drink, from anyone, you lost, and you had to drink what ever your band-mates were drinking. So Bakura, Marik and Yami had all had two beers, a scotch and a Jack Daniels. Yami had also had two extra beers bought for him by some very attractive females. Marik and Bakura weren’t complaining, it just meant that the pharaoh had to drink more, so he had more chance of losing.
Bakura drank the rest of his glass, making his alcohol level higher, before screaming over the bar, “Mai! Can I get some service here!?”
An attractive blonde woman came over. She was wearing a white corseted top with a pair of black jeans that hugged to her curvy shape. She wore very little make-up, other then the thick line of black that was around her purple eyes. “Sure you can hun. What can I get for you this time?”
Bakura stared at her cleavage for a moment longer before shaking his head and ordering, “Three Jack Daniels.”
“Oh,” Marik said as he heard Bakura ordering, “And three triple vodkas.”
Mai laughed, “You boys having a drinking contest, always ordering in threes? Oh well, have fun.” She turned to get the drinks, moving away from the two boys. Yami having been taking away by a pretty girl, intent on buying him more alcohol.
“Was she a good screw?” Marik asked as he finished his drink, waiting for his next one to be delivered. “It was her you fucked right?”
Bakura closed his eyes and sighed before replying, “Yeah, it was her. She’s alright in bed, not as good as you would expect though. Not after she looks like that.”
Marik smirked, “Then why were you looking down her top?”
Bakura was about to reply when he was saved by the over-head speaker system coming on. The show was about to start.
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Ryou was peeking out of the curtain at the crowd of people that had turned up to see Curse of Egypt play. He wanted to run so badly it was unbelievable. He was wearing the clothes he was told to, had Yami’s guitar slung over his shoulder, he had come this far, and he just wanted to bolt. He lifted his watch to his eye-line and saw that they were supposed to play in 4 minutes. He needed to throw-up, again. He couldn’t take this, it was too much pressure. He was either going to throw-up on some unsuspecting audience member or Yami’s guitar. Either one meant dire consequences.
“You guys really need to chill,” Joey said as he leant casually against a speaker, “We are going to be fine.”
“How do you fucking know that?” Yugi said from his spot behind the drums, “We could fuck-right-up.”
Everyone looked at Yugi for a second longer. Yugi’s voice had rose an octave from stress, and his excessive use of curse words showed the rest of the band that Yugi was just as stressed as they were.
“We can’t fuck up,” Joey replied, “Not while I am here, I won’t let you.”
Malik and Yugi looked at him with an unsure gaze, but Ryou didn’t. He knew what Joey meant and he felt exactly the same way. He would not let his new friends fail because he was scared. He wouldn’t allow that to happen.
“I won’t either,” Ryou said as he steadied his footing and looked at the curtain that was blocking his view of all of those people.
Joey nodded at Ryou and turned back to the other two boys. “See, me and Ry have got your backs. We won’t let you fail. You can’t fail anyway; we are not just doing this for ourselves.” He moved towards the curtain pulling it back just enough so that Malik, Ryou and Yugi could see the other end of the room. “We are doing it for them as well.”
The other three members of Miracle of Egypt looked at the other end of the room where the members of Curse were relaxing against the bar, sipping drinks and looking quite relaxed. They weren’t panicking, or fretting. They were enjoying their day off, perfectly at ease.
“See,” Joey said still holding the curtain, “They are not fucking off to throw up in alleyways.” Ryou sent him a harsh glare, which Joey only winked at. “They trust us, so trust in yourselves, ok?”
Yugi and Malik looked at each other, before turning back to the bar. “Ok.” They said in unison.
Joey kept the curtain up for a few more seconds, and that’s when Ryou saw it. Bakura was at the bar talking to a real knock-out. She was blonde and curvy, had legs up to her armpits, and was taller then Ryou. Bakura was STARING down her top. Ryou was just about ready to fly off stage when the overhead speaker rang out. There was no time, but after the show, there would be consequences.
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“Ladies and Gentleman,” The speaker system rang out. Curse of Egypt watched the stage intently as the show started. Yami had escaped another group of girls to join his friends. He was already swaying slightly, and Bakura smirked. This contest was going to be halfway over before the hikaris even played the second song. “Make some fucking noise!” The crowd screamed, each saying something different, each shouting for a different member of the threesome. “We know you all came to see Curse of Egypt, but they can’t be with you tonight.” There was a collective groan and some scattered anguished screams. “But they haven’t left you with out a show; they have left you with a Miracle!” Everyone in the crowd turned back to the stage as the curtains flew back and white smoke flew across the stage, bright white light hiding all but the silhouettes from show. Instead of the usual three figures, there was four. There was also a different presence to this band. Curse of Egypt demanded attention, forcing the audience to pay attention. Miracle of Egypt seemed different, they asked you to watch them, and you couldn’t help but listen to there pleas.
The light changed from a dazzling brightness to a steady dull light, still bright enough to illuminate the stage, and show all standing upon it. All of Curse of Egypt stared at the group they threw together. Yugi was sitting behind the drum kit, slight smile on his face. He was dressed in white jeans and a black silk shirt that was cut off at his navel. All articles at least 2 sizes too tight, showing all contours of his lithe, but still masculine form. He wore leather accessories, with lots of buckles and chains, giving a very gothic appearance, that for some reason didn‘t look wrong on the innocent looking boy. His face was contoured into a smile, his eyed outlined in black, but everyone in the club could see the green ting to his skin.
“I think your light’s going to haul, Pharaoh.” Bakura said, a sinister smirk playing on his lips.
Joey stood proud, with the bass in his hands, strap over his shoulder. He wore a form fitting pair of leather trousers, making his legs look longer then they actually were. His top half was covered with a black sleeveless vest that had a design on it. The design composed of an Egyptian mummy, with its hand out stretched in welcome, purple smoke coming out of its disease ridden fingertips. It looked like it was sick, cursed, but the smirk upon its face showed that the creature didn’t really care. Down the centre of the mummy’s body, from head to toe, the words ‘Curse of Egypt’ ran vertically down it. Joey was looking at the back wall of the club. A slight smile on his face, his body in a strict pose, saying, without actually saying, ‘Let’s do this.’
Ryou looked like he was about to collapse. His whole form reeked of nervousness and anxiety. He wore what Bakura had told him to wear. The tight black leather trousers, the black leather boots, the black dress shirt and the white tie that hang loosely around his neck, like he couldn’t be bothered to tighten it the rest of the way. White armbands were around his wrists and his eyes were outlined in black. The black streaks in his hair shone brightly with the florescent stage lights. Bakura smirked at the sight of his love in clothes that he picked out. He did look extremely sexy standing there, and he knew that Ryou was only wearing a plain black thong underneath.
Malik stood in front of the group in all his glory. The light was brighter on him, giving him priority over the rest of the group. And the whole club could see why. He looked…different. He was wearing black denim jeans that clung to his hips, legs, and ass better then any leather could. He wore a crimson belly top, tight on his shoulder and abs, flaring lightly out at the bottom that stopped just above his navel. His feet were slipped in to a pair of red 6” spike stiletto heels. His face was made-up heavily, big red lips and eyelids and a heavy layer of foundation, not a spot or blemish to be seen. He stood with a mike-stand in front of him, both hands clenched around the mike; the red acrylic nails gently biting into it out of nerves. Everyone in the crowd looked at the lead singer and stared in awe, because the man, he clearly was a man, wasn’t trying to hide the fact. That he, the man on stage, didn’t seem bothered that he was in drag. He looked more scared of actually singing.
Curse loved the look of Miracle of Egypt. They already had a personality, and this was their first show. Bakura was relaxed, this could actually work. He could just sit back and watch the show. Ryou was going to make him proud, he was sure of it. Bakura leant against the bar, sipping from yet another Jack Daniels. He could relax; everything was going to be alright.
A guitar riff flew through the air and Bakura stiffened. It wasn’t that the notes sounded wrong, or that it was played badly, but something was wrong. Bakura had been on this scene to long to not know when something was up.
Brothers and sisters put this record downTake my advice ('cause we are bad news) We will leave you high and dryIt's not worth the hearing you'll lose
“This. Isn’t. Right.”
Bakura opened his eyes after hearing those three words hissed through Yami’s teeth. He would just have to see for himself.
It's just past 8 and I'm feeling young and recklessThe ribbon on my wrist says, "Do not open before Christmas."
Bakura’s teeth grated against each other as he watched the show that was going to ruin his career. Bakura knew he wasn’t the brightest penny in the jar, but he knew he had talent, talent that he had had as soon as he picked up a pen and a guitar. His life’s work was going down the pan and there wasn’t one thing he could do about it. Miracle of Egypt wasn’t playing badly, actually, there wasn’t a note out of place, but Bakura knew. They were playing like amateurs. Playing live wasn’t about getting every note right, it was about playing. Grabbing the audience’s attention, not making them want to look away, to come and see you every night. That’s what made you big. That’s what made a band. Well, to Bakura anyway.
We're only liars, but we're the best (we're the best) We're only good for the latest trendWe're only good so you can have almost famous friendsBesides, we've got such good fashion sense
As the chorus came in, Curse could now see the tension. It was so thick a butter knife could slice it. Joey was way to stiff. Yugi was looking as a blank wall, on the other side of the club with such ferocity, that they were surprised it hadn’t caught alight. Malik’s voice wasn’t shaking, but his hands were. If he wasn’t holding the mike stand so tightly, who knows what would have happened. And Ryou was in the worst state of all. He was green, he was shaking, he looked like he was about to faint, every time he opened his mouth to sing, it came out so low that the people right next the speakers could only hear Yugi and Malik singing. Bakura wanted to run up to the stage and hug him to death, take all the sickness and hurt away. Bakura stiffened, that was…different. There was no sexual intent in that thought. Bakura could kind of admit he…liked Ryou, a lot, but Bakura also knew he was Bakura. Bakura was a sexual predator. He liked to have sex with lots of people, lots of times, in lots of different places. So with a sex kitten like Ryou around, he thought about having sex with Ryou a lot, lots of times, in lots of different places. Every thought about Ryou included some sort of sexual notion, suddenly, it didn’t.
Brothers and sisters, yeah, put these words downInto your notebook (spit lines like these)We're friends only when you're on your kneesMake them dance like we were shooting their feet
It's just past 8 and I'm feeling young and recklessThe ribbon on my wrist says, "Do not open before Christmas."
Curse watched on in disgust. Not even the crowd was moving. The whole club was silent, not one word said over the booming of the speakers. People were in shock, this was suppose to be Curse of Egypt, the greatest unsigned rock band in the whole of Japan, and this was just…bad.
We're only liars, but we're the best (we're the best)We're only good for the latest trendWe're only good cause you can have almost famous friendsBesides, we've got such good fashion sense
We're only liars, but we're the bestWe're only good for the latest trend
“My dream is….Dying.” That statement was followed by a hiccup and a jump. Yami would have fallen off his stool if it wasn’t for Bakura catching him and placing him securely back on it, but Bakura was still thought the same as his drunken friends. Their life, their love and their career was going down the toilet.
Bakura turned back to the bar and threw the rest of his drink down his throat, not even allowing it to touch the sides. Marik just cocked one of his eyebrows and signalled for Mai to bring over the bottle. It seemed like they were going to need it tonight.
We're only liars, but we're the bestWe're only good for the latest trendWe're only good cause you can have almost famous friendsBesides, we've got such good fashion sense
The song ended and there was silence, deafening silence. It cut through everything. Bakura stayed where he was, his back still to the stage. He picked up the bottle of brown liquor and poured himself and the others a good measure before throwing it down his throat. He swayed slightly as he felt the alcohol filling his system. He was drinking too much, and he knew it, but that didn’t mean he was about to stop. He had a bet, and that wasn’t about to stop just because he was already getting drunk. Bakura smirked at his reflection in the bar. Tonight was at least going to be interesting. He was fed up with boring weekends, fed up with the usual routine, he had needed a change, and maybe this was it.
“Bakura?”
“Yes, my vertically challenged and slightly mentally retarded Pharaoh?”
“The Hikaris have ruined us.”
“Oh, stop being so melodramatic, Yami.” Marik cut in from his place beside Bakura. He really didn’t want to see either. “I mean, come on, it’s only one show.”
“Yes, but your not even looking at the stage.”
Bakura and Marik automatically spun around towards the stage where Miracle was doing the one thing that you couldn’t do on stage. It didn’t matter how bad it got, how badly you wanted to, you never argue on stage…
To Be Continued…