Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ School Days ❯ Monday Afternoon ( Chapter 2 )

Y/C/C: Hikari Ykarzel: Um, I ain't calling Otogi DUKE, it's just too stupid. I'll call him Devlin, or Otogi, k?

AND HONOR THE DAMN FISH!!! This is fish <*))><| *glomps fish*

Yer such a good fish. Look how good he is! Fish, roll over |><((*>

now fish, over here. <*))><| AWW!!! Bow to the fish. Fish is better then us all.

Yami Ykarzel: Hikari, you're drunk again aren't you?

Hikari Ykarzel: HELL YA! O, and fish has agreed to help me separate scenes! But he might get tired after this chappie.

Yami Ykarzel: This is two nights in a row, 'kari.

Hikari Ykarzel: ah, lay off. You only ever come out to yell at me, dumb yami. O, and this isn't edited yet.

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Through the entire morning Joey felt like he was under the spot light. Even worse, during math, their teacher Mrs. Marchett, who was very old and very ugly, had called on Joey to help her pass out her papers. Unable to give a good reason why he shouldn't have to do it, he had to limp around the room, causing many snickers and pointed fingers.

On top of it, on the way past Seto had grabbed his hand and kissed it, which Joey really hadn't minded, but it was at that point Tea chose to loudly express her disgust. Ryou, Yami, and Yugi may have been so used to this kind of thing that they were no longer embarrassed, but Joey wasn't. He was currently worried his head might pop if he blushed one more time.

Which was why when the bell rang to signify the end of morning classes, Joey nearly collapsed in his seat with relief.

"Hard morning, Joey?" Yami asked, sitting on top of Joey's desk.

"Hardy har har, very funny, Yami."

"I can't believe I slept through that!" Bakura exclaimed as he appeared behind his hikari. It seemed he had been filled in on the events of the morning.

"I'm thrilled you all got your morning entertainment at my expense," Joey remarked sourly. The scowl lifted from his face when he felt a strong hand grasp his shoulder. He leaned back into the weight that was Seto.

"Let's go to lunch, shall we?" Ryou asked with his soft smile, taking Bakura's hand, whom Joey noticed was still glad in leather and peered out of frosty blue eyes.

There was an empty table waiting for them in the corner of the cafeteria. When they entered it was actually Bakura that most of the people stared at, though a few curious looks were cast Joey and Seto's way. It seemed that the change of appearance in the Ryou-lookalike that was always disappearing was more interesting then the new couple.

A few of the teachers on lunch duty gave Bakura long suffering looks. They'd given up on trying to catch him by now. No matter how close they got, he'd slip from their grasp. There had been on man who had left the school, screaming about how ghosts were among them. He'd managed to grab the tomb robber's arm only to have him disappear right in front of him. He'd never returned to teach again.

"So Tris," Yugi said, sitting down beside Tristan. Not many were ever allowed to call Tristan that, and if anybody else had tried, they'd have found themselves regaining consciousness on a street corner several hours later. "Is he sexy?" Yugi asked, pointing across the room at a student.

Tristan looked at him, considering. "He's alright, I guess."

Joey and Seto were heading towards the line to buy their lunches, not having packed anything in the morning. This was brave of them. It was probably because Seto was used to working though his lunch. He always sat with the group, but he was usually off to the side. But Joey would die if he missed a meal from the shock, and would probably complain if Seto didn't eat too.

Yugi always packed for himself and his yami. Ryou always packed his lunch too, and often added extra food encase his yami decided to make an appearance. It wasn't too much longer before Joey and Seto returned, their excuses for lunches splattered across their plates.

Seto discretely wrinkled his nose and what was supposed to be his chicken patty, though he was more then willing to bet half his company that less the three percent of it was actual chicken. Joey didn't seem to have a problem with his spaghetti, covered in tomato flavored water, and dug right in.

Yugi continued to play his new game with Tristan, entitled "Is he sexy?" though he had started to include girls in his questioning. However, Tristan had very specific taste. He wasn't picky, just specific.

"Is he sexy?" Yugi asked, pointing to the back of Henry, one of their classmates.

"Hmm, he is in gym, when he's really sweaty. Or in the middle of tests, when he's trying really hard."

At that point, Devlin sat down in the seat normally occupied by Tea, across from Tristan. He new to the school this year, though he had become casual friends with their group quickly. Perhaps it was that he felt that he fit in with them, and could receive some acceptance for his very apparent homosexuality.

"Hey Tris, what about Otogi? When is he sexy?" Yugi asked, and Devlin looked up with a sexy smirk while opening his milk.

"Pretty much all the damn time," Tristan replied with a shrug.

Devlin's eyes glinted. "You're not so bad yourself, stud-muffin," he answered, before sipping at his chocolate milk slowly.

It was the first time that Joey had ever seen his childhood buddy blush. It made him grin and for the first time in three days, forget Seto's presence. "And those uniforms don't do anything for Tristan's body," Joey informed Devlin wisely.

"Really," he emphasized, his smirk and Tristan's blush growing, "isn't that," he paused, "interesting."

"And, how, Joseph, would you know that?" Seto's cool voice cut in.

Joey grinned, and leaned against Seto, nuzzling his cheek. "Well you know, when I thought the tall dark brunette that I was after was out of reach, I had to have a tall dark brunette back up." Seto emitted a possessive growl in the back of his throat, and Joey nipped his earlobe to silence him.

Tristan, rather then be embarrassed, found it amusing when Seto sent him a warning look. "Don't you worry, Kaiba, your puppy's not my type."

Joey probably would have protested, loudly, to the use of his pet name by somebody other then Seto, had he not been rather distracted with how delectable Seto's neck tasted.

"Why not?" Yugi questioned.

"Too, blonde." Was there a flicker to Devlin there? Was Yugi imagining it? A short quick glance that, if Devlin say, he pretended not to see? Yes, there most definitely was.

"Hey pharaoh," Bakura cut into the conversation, having finished consuming most of the lunch he and Ryou shared. "If you had to date a female, what would she look like?"

To any other group of friends, this would have seemed like a very random question, but among them it was nearly a daily game. A sort of skewed version of truth or dare, just with no dares and no rules. It was a great conversation started.

"No boobs. I don't like'em," Yami replied. "And if she had a dick, that'd be even better."

Yugi choked on his white milk, causing some of it to come out of his nose, and making the rest of the table laugh either at Yami's comment, or Yugi's interesting take on the milk mustache.

Quite suddenly, as most things seem to happen when one isn't expecting them, Tristan jumped out of his seat with a yelp.

"Yo, Tris, what is it?"

"Something touched me!" he squeaked.

Devlin, who had previously been completely absorbed in his mashed pretend potatoes, looked up at him, concerned.

"Really? What was it?" he asked innocently.

"I-" Tristan cut off and flushed red as he actually realized exactly what it was. He fell back down into the chair. "That wasn't funny, Devlin."

Devlin shrugged. "I actually found it quite amusing," he retorted, his voice too casual. Yugi giggled and Devlin winked at him and grinned. "Perhaps, Tristan, you'll eventually learn not to jump away."

Tristan suddenly found his dry beef sandwich very interesting, and was approaching a purple color. He started again, but didn't jump out of his seat this time, and buried his head in his hands. Devlin gave an evil grin and shifted in his seat to reach better.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Yugi ducked under the table to see Devlin's bare foot sliding up and down Tristan's thigh. He giggled and Devlin decided Tristan had been tortured enough and stopped.

Joey grinned. "I think Tris mighta bit off more den he can chew."

"I know the feeling," Seto muttered.

Joey turned and smirked at him. "Ah, ya know you like it, Master." Seto's cheeks, may have, perhaps, tinged just a tiny bit pink. Bakura, across from them, raised an eyebrow. Joey started to nibble on Seto's jaw.

"Down Pup, down."

Joey let out a whine, but backed off, which was good as they were receiving some very hard glares from teachers. They usually got away with more then normal students due to the overwhelming fear the staff had of the silver haired demon, but there was a limit.

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Right after lunch, Ryou, Yugi, and Yami had gym, while Seto, Joey, Tristan, and Devlin had science. The period afterwards would be the opposite.

This class was always divided into two, girl and boys. Though many of their classmates had argued that Yugi, Yami, Ryou, and Devlin, until recently the only know gay ones, should join the girls class, it hadn't happened yet.

Their instructor was Mr. Conner. It was his first year as a teacher, the fresh kind, that aren't sure of themselves and don't feel old enough to have any power over their students yet. In other words, he was an easy target for trouble makers.

"Where's Ryou?" he asked, half way into class. Today they were supposed to strengthen a specific body part they felt they needed work on.

"Well you see, Coach," Yami started, the classic evil yami smirk filling his face. "He couldn't figure out which body parts he needed to work on most, so I told him to pick the ones he used the most. So he's behind the bleachers, um, working out, ah certain parts." With that he lost to the laughter, and if one listened carefully enough they could hear soft moans coming from under the bleachers.

Mr. Conner's eyes widened and he cleared his throat. "Ah, right, um, keep up the good work there, Yugi," he said quickly before moving away.

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"Yo coach, I'm sittin' out," Joey informed him while the others changed into their uniforms.

Mr. Conner looked up from his clipboard, and noted Joey's limp. "May I ask why?"

Joey, who seemed to get his swagger back since morning classes, threw an arm around Mr. Conner's shoulders. "Hey Coach, ya eva hava whole night of like, da best sex of yer life, and wake up in pain?"

Several of he other boys in the locker room laughed outright while Mr. Conner struggled out of Joey's arm and several feet away from him. "Um, fine, fine, you're excused for the day."

Joey smirked. "I knew you'd understand, coach!" Mr. Conner practically fled out of the locker room into the gym.

Joey suddenly found himself being pushed against one of he cement walls. Seto, with his hands under Joey's arms, effectively pinned him without any effort. "Pup, have you ever heard of the phrase don't kiss and tell?"

Joey smiled at him. "Seems I have a big mouth, Seto. Why don't you, occupy it?"

Seto leaned in, pressing their noses together, their lips just barely brushing as he spoke. "You are a bad puppy, my Katsuya."

"Mmm, Master, you can punish me later tonight."

"You can count on it."

"And I'm going to count to three before you two better be out there," Tristan said, coming up beside them. Joey grinned evilly and captured Seto's lips in a heated kiss despite Tristan's presence.

"Come on you guys," came Devlin's voice, and he grabbed Seto's shoulder and pulled him away from Joey. "I you let Tristan watch too much of that he'll be uncomfortable during gym."

Joey cracked up, and once again Tristan blushed, shying away from the suggestive look that Devlin gave him.

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After the final bell, it was custom for all the boys to meet up in the hall to plan what they were going to do for the rest of the day.

"Kaiba you working?" Yami asked Seto, who's locker was right next to him.

Seto considered it for a moment, glancing across the hall to where Joey was bent completely over into his locker, giving a nice view of his bottom. "I don't have to if I don't want to, but then I will have to work tomorrow, maybe late."

"It'll give Joey a chance to heal," Yami retorted, before raising his voice to shout down the hall. "Kaiba's calling in sick!"

"No parental unit at my place for a few more days!" Ryou shouted over the noise of all the students to his friends, whose lockers were all in this hall, but scattered.

"No parental unit at Kaiba's place, ever!" Tristan shouted, earning a look from across and a few feet down the hall where Seto was now leaning against the locker next to Joey's. He did not shout.

"Arcade, food, or trashing somebody's place?" Yami asked loudly. Talking over people was fun. Sure, the whole world knew what they were doing every day, but still.

"Food at the arcade, then somebody's place!" Joey answered, his shout echoing as his head was buried in his locker.

"Tell them we can do my place, pup, but we've gotta stop and get you some clothing if you intend to spend the night again."

"Set says we can trash his place!"

"I most certainly did not say that."

"But we're gonna need a pit at da sty so I can grab some threds!"

A moment of silence followed this, before Devlin, who wasn't used to Joey's slang, exclaimed, "We're gonna WHAT?"

"He means we're going to need to stop at his place so he can get some clothes so he can stay with Seto again!" Yugi replied, zipping his bag.

In a huge rush, the majority of the students left the hall, and finished packing, the boys met up in the middle of it.

"So, it's drive through, the arcade, Joey's place, then Seto's right?" Ryou asked. "What's the curfew call?"

"None," Seto answered automatically.

"None," Joey echoed with a sly grin at Seto.

"None for us," Yugi answered.

"None for us either," Ryou said, though he was answering his own question.

"Midnight," Tristan responded.

"Same," Devlin agreed, smiling at Tristan, who blushed in response.

"Yeah, but I want all of you freaks out of my house before midnight."

They reached the cars quickly. Most of them rode the bus to school, but they never went home unless they had to after school. Seto and Yami were the ones that drove every day. "I'll take Tristan, Joey, and Devlin," Seto called.

"Why do we always get stuck with the pharaoh," Bakura grumbled.

"Because Seto's paranoid that you and Ryou in your "overly public relationship" will release bodily fluids on his leather interior," Yami responded.

"Exactly," Seto agreed, ducking into the dark limo. Yugi always felt bad for the driver. He had to just sit in there, all day. Of course, it might be nice to get paid large sums for sitting in there all day.

"See you at the arcade!"

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

Previously In Otogi's New Obsession: 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.

Now Our Featured Ficlet: His eyes widened comically as (kk's words: he took in the sight of Duke Devlin pounding Mokuba into the counter!!!)

His eyes widened comically as he noticed a writhing shape upon the counter that lay at the end of the hallway. Squinting, Joey realized that the mass consisted of more than one shape … err, more than one figure. What da hell… WHO da hell?!? "Seto…" he whispered quietly. And then more frantically, "Seto…"

To Be Continued.