Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Romeo and Romeo ❯ Introduction ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

—Here we are…the first chapter of Romeo and Romeo. (Thanks for the title suggestions, Crystal, but I decided to stick with “Romeo and Romeo”) Okay, so it's like Romeo and Juliet, except Seto is Romeo and Jounouchi is a male version of Juliet. Oh and it's in modern day, in Phoenix City (not Phoenix Arizona).

—DISCLAIMER: Don't own Yuugiou or its characters. However, Atemu is my slave and I have Yuugi's leather pants locked in a glass case in my closet - XD

Chapter 1 - Introduction

If you walked down the sidewalks of Phoenix City and asked a passer-by how long the Kaiba and Wheeler families have been feuding, they would say, “I'm not sure. It's just been that way.”

And so it has…

The Kaiba family is perhaps the wealthiest, most well-known family in 2020. (Author's Note: See…I put it in the future. Seto is 20 years old and Jounouchi is 19 years old. I know I probably miscalculated their ages, but they need to be that age for what happens in Chapter 2.)

Seto Kaiba is the heir to his family's vast fortune. He spends his days doing anything he basically wants. If he wants to study with his private tutor, Seto will study. If he wants to buy out Microsoft, hell Seto will buy out Bill Gates. If he wants to go out partying, Seto will party. Not that he parties too often. If Seto wants to hire a male stripper to give him a lap dance, Seto hires a male stripper. Of course, Seto's mother wasn't exactly thrilled with the fact that her son was gay.

“Why can't you find a nice girl to marry, Seto?” she would complain. “For my sake at least, son. I always pictured myself in a little summer home, sitting in a rocking chair with her adorable grandchildren at her feet and—”

“Mother, please!” Seto would snap. “It's I have friends that are girls, but it's not like I'm going to marry one of them. I prefer guys, all right?”

Seto's father didn't mind that his son was gay. He didn't care as long as Seto was willing to continue their gaming corporation. Gay or straight, a corporation president was still a corporation president. Seto studied business strategies and watched his father run the family corporation. He tagged along with his father on breakfast meetings, business luncheons, and fancy balls. Seto learned a lot simply by watching his father persuade, argue and sign contacts.

But there was one thing you never discussed with Seto's parents. If you mentioned the Wheeler family, you would be thrown out of their house so fast, your head would spin. The Wheeler family was rich too, but the Kaiba family didn't like “Wheeler money.” It was new money to them.

“Money is money, Father.” Seto once said during dinner.

Mr. Kaiba glared at his son. “Wheeler money is different than our money, Seto. New money is dirty and our money is clean.”

“What do you mean?”

“What your father is trying to say, Seto,” said Mrs. Kaiba, “is that the Wheelers got their money from the lottery. The lottery is such a stupid way to make easy money.”

“I agree. New money is money you get from luck or inheritance. Our money is old money. Seto, did you know that I started off as a janitor? I dreamed of a gaming company that would rival any major company in the world. So I saved every hard-earned penny I had until finally I'm where I am today; a wealthy man with a huge gaming corporation and married to a beautiful wife with a smart son to follow in my footsteps.”

“Thanks Father.” Seto muttered.

What Mrs. Kaiba had said was true. The Wheeler family got their millions by winning the lottery. Mrs. Wheeler was the lucky one to get the winning lottery ticket. The Wheelers moved out of the slums and into a big mansion just a few blocks from the Kaiba mansion. They weren't mean people, but the Kaibas—and every other “old money” family—stayed clear of them.

Jounouchi was the only son of the Wheeler family. He was a rebel too. His father got a job working for—ironically enough—Kaiba Gaming Corp. Jounouchi's mother wrote her own cook book which sold a million copies and made George Foreman look like an amateur. Jounouchi didn't know what he wanted to do with this new life he had. His parents were hobnobbing with the rich and famous. For any other 19 year old, this meant great opportunities, but not for Jounouchi.

“Sometimes I wish my mom would've never found that winning ticket.” Jounouchi confessed to one of his new, rich friends. “Sure I got into fights and roughed up some gangs, but it was still home.”

Yuugi struggled. “I'm not sure what to tell you, Jounouchi. I've never been to the slums.”

Jounouchi expected such an answer from somebody who had lived like a pampered house cat his whole life. “My best friend was Tristan. We were our own gang and we practically ruled the slums. That's how tough we were.”

“Sounds like this nature documentary I watched last night. It was about proving Darwin's Law. Survival of the fittest, the weaker ones die first…crap like that.”

“Yep.” Jounouchi replied. “That was life in my neighborhood.”

Jounouchi was glad that at least his new friends knew how to party. When he told Yuugi that he didn't think rich people knew about nightclubs and strip joints, Yuugi just laughed. “Even we wealthy people need some action.”

“So which club are we going to tonight, Yug?” Jounouchi asked, pulling on his jacket.

“Are you gay?”

“Which gay? The homosexual type or the stupid type?”

Yuugi didn't realize there were two kinds of gay, but he said, “Homosexual type.”

“Yeah why?”

“Good, because I thought we'd go to The Nightingale.” Yuugi replied leading the way to his Ferrari. The Nightingale was a club strictly for homosexual or bisexual men. The only women allowed in the club were waitresses. The waitresses were dressed up to look like birds—or nightingales.

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“Where the fuck is Kaiba?” asked Marik, looking at his watch. He had recently moved to the neighborhood. His family was the only “foreign money” in the neighborhood. The Kaiba family had nothing against Marik's family.

Yami cuffed Marik over the head. “Don't talk about Seto that way.”

“Whatever.” Marik sneered. He looked up the street and saw Seto's black Jaguar coming towards them. “Finally, he's here.” When the Jaguar pulled up, Yami got in the front seat and Marik got in the back.

“It took you long enough, Kaiba.” Marik snapped.

“Fuck you, Marik.” Seto sneered.

“Rough day, Seto?” Yami asked as Seto drove down the street.

Seto only snorted in response. They were driving down to Lonely Bar, which was just a bar with strippers. Seto pulled into the parking lot and everyone got out.

“Free Lap Dance Friday!” Marik said and hurried into the bar.

“Hoorah…” Seto muttered absently. He was about to walk in when Yami grabbed his wrist and pulled him over.

“Seto, you haven't returned my calls in a week.” Yami said. “It makes me wonder.”

“Wonder what?” Seto asked. He suppressed a groan when he felt Yami's hand slide down to grab at the front of his pants.

“It makes me wonder if there's someone else.”

“There is no one else.” Seto whispered. He gave Yami a quick peck on the lips before going to catch up with Marik, who was already inside getting his free lap dance. But he stopped so suddenly that Yami nearly bumped into him.

“Seto, what's wrong?” Yami asked.

Seto didn't hear him. He was looking across the street at the line of guys going into The Nightingale. His eyes focused on a tall young man about his age with blonde hair and dark brown eyes. The young man wore a white shirt that fitted tightly around his chest. Most of the shirt was covered by a denim jacket that showed off the young man's arm muscles.

Yami saw Seto looking at him and frowned. He pinched Seto's butt to bring him back to reality. “No one else, huh?”

Seto stared at Yami for a minute, and then said, “No one at all…”

—Ha! I threw in Seto/Yami fluffiness! Don't worry…it's a Jounouchi/Seto story, but…well, I don't want to give away too much of the story. Let's just say Seto no longer carries a torch for Yami and Yami is the really jealous type. I shall update again when I have no life…