Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ School Days ❯ Monday Morning ( Chapter 1 )

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An alarm clock beeped somewhere above Yugi's head, and he made a half hearted attempt to sit up. A few minutes later the beeping was still going, and there was a finger poking him repeatedly in the side.

//Get up, 'Kari// came a sleepy mental voice, and the finger pushed in enough that it hurt, and Yugi sat up.

/Yeah, 'Get up 'Kari,'/ he mimicked, /you don't have to get up./ He made a sleep dazed trek across the room to the bathroom. /You don't have to get ready for school. You can just, be ready./

//I'm dead,// Yami retorted, rolling over in the bed to where Yugi's sheets were warm from his now absent body.

/A fair trade, I suppose./

//Hmm.// After another moment, Yami faded from existence physically and rejoined Yugi mentally. He really couldn't remain apart from him for more then a day without recharging. Well, he could probably go a few days, but he'd be weak, and there was no point in that. So while Yugi got ready for school, or sometimes while he was asleep, Yami recharged. //At least I go to school with you.//

/Yeah,/ Yugi said with a mental grin as he turned on the shower, /I know./ A few years ago, once he had became caught up with the culture, Yami had signed up for school. Nobody really understood the relationship between him and Yugi, as they made it perfectly clear they were together the day Yami started school, and wouldn't explain how they knew each other or why they looked so frighteningly similar.

Bakura, on the other hand, flat out refused to attend any form of public education, though he was well known throughout the school, and was a greater mystery then Yami and Yugi. For Bakura not only looked exactly like Ryou, but he was known to appear and disappear, and nobody could figure out how he did it. But they didn't really care too much, as most were more concerned with the way he always had Ryou pressed against something and his tongue down the boy's throat. The funny part was they could never punish Ryou for public displays of affection because they could never find who he was being 'affectionate' with. Not that Ryou didn't still earn some rather interesting nicknames.

Well, it wasn't like any of them really cared what anybody else thought anyway.

After he was showered and dressed, Yugi went downstairs.

"Yugi!" Grandpa shouted, jumping out of the dinning room. Most people would have jumped and screamed, but Yugi was used to his guardian's sudden appearances.

"Morning Grandpa," he replied sleepily.

"How was your trip to the beach?" he asked, eyebrows doing a little dance on his forehead. "Can I have any details?"

Yugi grinned and shook his head. "But, Joey and Seto hooked up."

Grandpa's eyebrows flew up. "Our Joey? Our, formally presumed straight Joseph and Kaiba?"

"Yep!" Yugi said with a bright grin. "Apparently they've been after each other for some time. It was reeeeally cute!"

"Well," Grandpa said seriously, passing Yugi his breakfast, "it is about time that cold prick got laid."

Yugi snorted. "Grandpa," he scolded halfheartedly, but giggled because he knew it was true. "Oh, and Tris is gonna break up with Tea. Apparently she still wants Yami, and she's being really mean about it, and, well, there's nothing I can do."

Grandpa nodded solemnly. "We knew that was going to happen."

"Yeah, I suppose so." He finished stuffing the rest of his food into his mouth. "We better go."

He started down the hall to get his books. "I'm not carrying yours too, Yami, you better get up." There was a pause. "I mean it Yami, you won't have your homework if you don't get up right now." Another pause. "Fine, it's no skin off my back." Yugi walked out of the door. A moment later a very grumpy Yami walked back in and grabbed his book bag off the hallway floor.

Grandpa chuckled and headed out to open the store.

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Ryou heard the alarm clock begin its obnoxious ring. He blinked his eyes open and found himself as he usually ended up on mornings. Sticky, and smelling like sex. He groaned and following his usual morning routine, pulled the sheets off the bed and into a basket, along with the scattered clothing on the floor.

He popped into the bathroom and took a quick shower, knowing it had to be very quick or Bakura might come out and 'join him' and he'd be pressed to be on time for school. After brushing his teeth, he dressed in his bedroom and ran the basket downstairs to start the daily laundry.

/Kura?/

//Go away.//

Ryou smiled softly to himself and began his breakfast, while reading all the mail he had missed during their trip. He'd received a letter from his father, who was due back in a few days. This had Bakura most upset. Because when his father was home, Ryou refused to scream.

He'd never tried to hide his yami from his father, and he never tried to hide the extent of their relationship, knowing that it would then come as an even bigger shock when he did find out. Mr. Bakura had taken it well enough, after a long night of a lot of alcohol, and now was mostly glad that Ryou had somebody to watch over him and keep him company during all the time he was away.

/Dad's coming home soon./

//Go away.//

/So, do you think Tristan will go through with it this morning?/

//He'd be an idiot not to,// Bakura spat, his voice even harsher than normal with sleep. //Now I'm trying to sleep! I'll talk to you in homeroom.//

/But I'd rather talk now instead of when I'm supposed to be paying attention./

//You don't need to pay attention, and I'm trying to sleep.//

Ryou grinned, and heading out the door, he began to sing into Bakura's mind, succeeding in keeping him awake.

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Joey groaned when he heard Seto stirring beside him. "Set," he growled, attempting to bury himself further into the blankets without actually moving.

"Hmm?"

"I think you broke my ass."

Seto looked over at Joey, who's eyes he had yet to open, his face pinched in pain. He rolled over, pulling Joey against him. "Sorry, Pup."

"No you're not."

Seto smirked, leaning in and kissing Joey's neck. "No, I'm not." He nibbled affectionately, until Joey turned his head to catch him in a kiss. "If you get up, I have something for you."

Joey opened his eyes and blinked a few times. The light penetrated his mind, and he pinched his face again. "Gaarroog," he groaned, grabbing a pillow and attempting to smother himself with it. "Wha' time is it?"

"Six."

"Ah, Set, you bastard, it's too fuckin' early. I'm goin' back ta sleep."

"You need a shower. And you're not going to be able to do it on your own. Now get up, I have a present for you."

"Hrmm, fuck it."

"Don't talk like that."

"I always swear in da mornin'." Joey threw the pillow off and sat up. He groaned in real pain as he moved, his back and bottom complaining bitterly at being abused two nights in a row. "It's a fuckin' good thing I love you," he grumbled, throwing a half hearted glare at Seto, reaching back and trying to rub some of the pain out.

The brunette was digging in his desk for something, and once he'd located it, crawled back onto the bed to kneel in front of the bleary eyed blonde. Joey's hair was a complete disaster, he had circles under his eyes and, Seto noted, several bruises on his waist and lower stomach. "It looks like I beat you," he observed, reaching out to stroke the blonde locks into some semblance of order.

Joey gave him a lopsided smile. "I'd probably kill ya if you tried." His smile faded into a smirk. "Unless it was some new kinky thing you were inta." He leaned forward and placed a wet sloppy kiss on Seto's cheek. Seto cringed, wiping it away with his sleeve. Joey grinned, and repeated the action, his tongue darting out to make it a little more wet.

"Mutt," Seto accused.

"You know it," Joey replied, falling over into Seto's lap. "One tired, broken, puppy. Ohhh, it hurts."

"Sorry Pup," Seto said, bending over and kissing his forehead. He pulled away and held a thin silver chain above Joey's face.

"Dog tags?" Joey asked, and Seto nodded. Joey reached up and pulled the chain out of Seto's hand to read the tags. "Katsuya Jounouchi, DOB January sixteenth, Blood Type AB positive. Dat's kinda creepy, Set, that we've been togetha fer about four days an' you know my blood type."

Seto gave him a serious look. "I've had these for a few months."

Joey grinned. "Which makes it dat much scarier."

"Read the other one."

Joey dropped the one tag and held the other up. "Joey. Breed: mutt. Owner: Seto Kaiba. If found, I'm assuming dis is yer personal number?"

"Actually, it's your line. Mokuba has one too, only you have the number. If you ever need me, you call that number."

Joey grinned, and pulled the chain over his head. "Speakin' of ownership, am I allowed ta go scream to da whole school today dat yer mine, or am I ta keep my mouth shut?"

Seto bent over him, nuzzling his face. "Don't worry my Pup, everybody will know that you belong to me."

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Joey laid curled up on the seat of the limo in front of Kaiba Corp. He wasn't needed inside, so he saw no reason to have to get up and suffer the pain of moving when he could just lay here and catch a few more minutes of sleep.

He twisted his new chain around his finger absent mindedly while he drifted off, a sleepy smile on his face. When Seto finished whatever it was he was doing and climbed back in, he didn't have the heart to wake him. Carefully, he shifted the blonde so that his head rested in Seto's lap, stroking the soft locks beneath his fingers.

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Yugi and Yami walked in to homeroom, holding hands like usual, and moving over to the corner of the room that belonged to their group, at least until class started. Ryou was already there, practically falling over against Tristan, who was staring out the window. But what Yugi noticed was that Tea, though here, was not in their corner, but rather across the room with a bunch of other girls.

"How did it go?" he asked Tristan when he reached them.

Tristan shrugged. "As expected. She made a scene, accused me of everything under the sun, and then went on about how I was gay."

"Are you?" Yugi asked. He'd spent years assuming that Joey was straight, and had been shocked to learn otherwise. Now he wasn't going to take anything for granted.

Once again, Tristan shrugged. "Dunno, really. Don't particularly care what sex a person is as long as they're sexy," he added with a grin.

Yugi blinked, but grinned back. He grabbed a chair and Yami sat down in it, Yugi in his lap. "So, who do you think is sexy?"

Ryou gave up fighting at this point, and his head dropped onto Tristan's shoulder. "I don't know, be specific."

"Do you think Joey is sexy?"

"Only when he's angry," Tristan said, shifting so Ryou's head was at a better angle. "Seto too. Watching those two fight is like free porn. And I know I'm not the only one who thinks so." (YCC: Hikari Ykarzel: I for one, totally agree… *drools*)

Yugi had to bite his hand to stifle his laughter at Tristan talking so bluntly about his best friend with his boyfriend. "What about Ryou?" Yami asked when Yugi was able to breathe again.

Tristan glanced down at said teen. "He's definitely cute," he answered, "but I don't find him all that sexy. But last night, Bakura was, with his new look."

Yugi grinned. "What about Yami?"

Tristan smirked back. "Yami could probably seduce a frog if he felt like it." Yugi giggled and Yami rolled his eyes. It was just an undeniable fact. Yami radiated sex like fire did heat, and everybody felt it, male or female.

"Joey's gonna be late," Yugi said looking at the clock. "And Seto's not here yet either."

People were starting to make their way to their seats. Yugi crawled out of Yami's lap, and shook Ryou's shoulder. The silver haired hikari sat up slowly, taking a moment to figure out where he was, then grinned sheepishly, walking towards his desk.

Just then, Yugi's favorite teacher, Ms. Larenda entered the room. She was one of those people whom you either loved or were disgusted by. She had a sweet face and a sweet voice. She loved every one of her students and always looked on the bright side. She was death on teasing and fighting. Yugi loved her, while Bakura often threatened to decapitate her in her sleep.

Just as she opened her mouth call the class to attention, the door opened again. In walked Joey, who somehow managed to look sheepish, sleepy, guilty, like he was in pain all at once. Seto's hand was resting on Joey's lower back, and gave him a slight shove towards his desk before removing his hand and heading towards his own.

"Joey, what happened, why are you limping?" Ms. Larenda asked with concern.

Joey was still disoriented, having fallen asleep in the limo to wake up in Seto's arms outside their classroom. Apparently the CEO was feeling a little guilty, and had allowed Joey to sleep until the last possible moment. But without thinking, Joey answered his teacher's question by pointing at Seto.

"Seto Kaiba, what did you do to him?" she demanded, her hands firmly on her hips. Joey blinked, confused, and starting to become more aware of the situation.

"That is none of your business," Seto replied coldly, wondering if Ms. Larenda was aware of the snickering coming from Yami, Yugi, Ryou, and Tristan.

"I will not stand for fighting among my students. How did you do that to him?"

Yugi couldn't hold back anymore, and buried his face in his arms, laughing uncontrollably. Joey was trying to figure out how to explain this away. "Seto," Yami called, "I don't care how, but how many times did you do him?"

Seto rolled his eyes and made a swipe at Yami on the way towards his desk, who dodged it easily. Joey, his face burning, sunk into his seat. Yugi was nearly hyperventilating. Ms. Larenda blinked twice, then flushed almost as bright as Joey.

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Now for the second installment of our featured ficlet, Shadowed Halo's "Otogi's New Obsession"

Previously In Otogi's New Obsession: Joey dragged Seto towards the front door, however this was difficult seeing as the taller man still had one arm hooked around him and under his shirt. Somehow, they managed to get there, and Joey retaliated by digging a hand into Seto's pants pocket to fish for the keys.

Now Our Featured Ficlet: The door was opened, the keys were thrown aside, and then Joey was thrown aside. Well, to the floor anyway. He looked up in surprise to see Seto descend upon him swiftly, catching his lips in a crushing kiss. Joey could no longer hold himself back at this point, and grasped Seto's hips, making his way towards the brunette's ass. In response, there was a low moan … a rather un-Seto-ish moan. Joey's head jerked away from Seto's in surprise. Said billionaire was too busy rubbing himself against Joey to notice, but the blonde twisted his head back in the direction of the moan.

To Be Continued.