Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince and His Pauper ❯ Part 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Kleptomaniac Can Opener 
You never notice the quiet ones until they growl.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Hentai / Romance / | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.10.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 605 | Status: Work In Progress
You never notice the quiet ones until they growl.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Hentai / Romance / | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.10.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 605 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: The Prince and His Pauper
Author: Kleptomaniac Can Opener
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Seto x Jou (others to come)
Status: On-going
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Trust me, I don't own Yugi-Oh.
Summary: As the head of Katsuya Corp., Jounouchi isn't used to being ignored. Especially by some ordinary classmate with a stick up his rear-end.
Notes: This is for the Plot Bunny Freeze Frame Challenge at A_Dragons_Lair!
Look up Plot Bunny Photo #3 for the reference.
~*~*~*~
The Prince and His Pauper
Part 1
~*~*~*~
He's the guy everyone learned to ignore on the first day of school. He didn't make it hard to forget he existed at all.
Until he talked, then everyone knew he existed. Painfully so.
Whispers are exchanged, their words meant to be private though they reach the young man's ears anyway.
"He's gonna be in so much trouble."
"I can't believe he spoke to the teacher like that!"
"Does he want to get suspended?"
"What's his problem?"
He continues to tune them all out, reading his book.
"Man! That Kaiba thinks he's such a bad ass!" A certain brown-eye, blond by the name of Jounouchi Katsuya sits back and huffs, balancing on the hind legs of his chair with his feet on his desk.
"Just ignore him," advises a cute girl with a yellow ribbon to keep her long purple hair in a ponytail. She proudly goes by the name of Nozaka Miho, Ribbon to her friends. "All he does is sit there reading anyways."
"What's he got this time?" wonders Honda Hiroto, a boy with brown hair done up in a fin-shape.
" 'Russian for Quick-studies' and 'Russian Business Made Easy'," she answers after taking a quick peek around Honda to the silent boy in the back of the class. "EEP!" She hides behind her friend's larger frame when ice blue eyes rise to glare at her. Jou snorts.
"Don't let the freak scare ya, Ribbon."
"Who are you calling a freak, mutt?" Jou is on his feet so fast that his chair topples over.
"Oh you did NOT just call me a dog!" The blond's raised fist shakes in his sudden anger.
"You have a problem with that, mongrel?" sneers Kaiba Seto, putting down his book. With a sharp flick of his wrist, he brushes chestnut strands from his hard eyes.
"Yeah I got a problem with it, ya hardass! And it ain't the only thing! You're a real jerk and your attitude stinks!"
"Yapping from a puppy doesn't carry far, mutt."
"Them's fighting words, Kaiba!" Seto's reply is dull and sarcastic.
"Ooh, I'm so scared."
"That's it! I've had it with you!" Seto smirks as Jou pulls a fist back.
"Better behave, mutt. Your master just returned."
"Wha? Master?!"
"Jou! What are you doing?" shouts a small boy with large violet eyes and tri-color hair.
"Aw, let him smack the guy, Yug," cuts in Honda. "He deserves it." Muto Yugi frowns in disapproval.
"Stop it, Jou. You could get in trouble, even suspended."
"Fine, fine..." The blond turns away to return to his desk.
"Poor puppy got reprimanded."
"KAIBA!" Jou jerks back around, ready to pounce the smirking teen.
Jou grits his teeth as he and Seto sit in the office, waiting to be scolded. He shifts the ice pack over his eye. "You hit like a girl, Kaiba."
"Tell that to your face, mutt."
"GRR!"
An elder gentleman steps in and closes the door. "Well, well. Jounouchi, Kaiba, I hear you two were fighting in class. Care to explain why?"
"Kaiba was being a jerk!"
"I had been minding my own business when 'he' called me a freak."
"You were glaring at Ribbon!"
"She was staring at me!"
The principal groans as the boys move further and further back to past 'transgressions'.
This might take a while.
A small hand turns down the rock music his sound system is happily spewing, due to the ringing of the phone. "Kaiba residence."
"It's me, Mokuba."
"Oniisama! What is it?"
"I'm going to be late tonight. Will you be okay?"
"Of course I will be. I'll keep dinner warm."
Seto exchanges goodbyes before hanging up the office phone, then heads off for detention. He resists the urge to perform the immature gesture of rolling his eyes when Jou speaks. "Had to call your mommy, Kaiba?"
"Not that it's any of your business," he says while taking his seat, "but I had to call my brother."
"Bet he's glad you're not coming home."
"Don't speak of things you know nothing about," he snaps.
"Ouch! I think I hit a nerve." The blond grins. Anything further is left unsaid as the teacher enters the room.
Jou sighs, very bored. He's already done his homework and the teacher won't let him sleep, so all he has left to do is look around for a bit. He pauses on Seto. How the brunet dresses is in reflection of his grades. Perfect, down to the fold creases on his uniform and ever strand of hair on his head.
What a contrast to how Jou wears his own uniform, wrinkled and untucked.
Jou snorts to himself, thinking his classmate is a total tight-ass. But before he turns away, Seto does something he's never seen him do until now. The navy jacket slips off one shoulder then the other, leaving Seto in a white shirt that seems to be getting on the small side. The short sleeves allow surprisingly toned arms to be revealed. Jou finds himself licking his lips. Seto looks up at that moment, making Jou tear his eyes away to stare at the blackboard.
Seto isn't fooled.
Jou props his elbow on the desk and rests his chin on his palm. At some point in time, he's staring at his classmate again. Brown eyes search out the tell-tell lines of someone who works out, imagining that body without the cloth when he locates them.
The blond blinks. It's obvious to him that Seto is in excellent condition. So why isn't he in gym like everyone else?
"What, pray tell, are you staring at?"
"Why aren't you in gym?" Seto scowls.
"It's none of your business."
"Aw, c'mon. It can't hurt to tell me."
"It's NONE of YOUR business."
"Geez, grouch." Jou frowns and goes back to staring at the blackboard. Seto's body may be appealing, but he knows trashcans with better personalities.
Really though, who would have thought the infuriating teen had been hiding that under his jacket? With Seto's personality, Jou would have thought the brunet would be showing off. Probably some crap about superior strength to go with his superior brains.
Brown eyes glaze over as he further plays out the situation. Jou can imagine the other boy as a basketball player, seeing how much his legs make up his tall figure. He can just see how the sweat would drip down the lean body, the strong muscles working under firm flesh. A grin spreads over Jou's lips as his mind moves on to after the game and thus, to the shower. Those long fingers would spread the soap over the panels of Seto's-the teacher's voice breaks through his daydream.
"Okay, you two can go now." Seto is prompt in leaving, ignoring the feel of Jou's eyes on him.
To his credit, Jou doesn't run out like a madman. Rather, he grabs his bag and heads for the nearest restroom where his daydream insists on continuing to his inconvenience. Splashing cold water on his face isn't doing any good as it only enhances the imaginary shower scene. Jou shivers, his hand traveling down his chest and stomach like the trail dream-Seto is tracing down his own body.
"God, something is so wrong with me if I'm noticing that jackass." That doesn't make his arousal go away.
Taking a deep breath, he grabs hold of the nearest sink and turns the cold water on full blast, then sticks his head under the rushing current.
~*~*~*~
"Niichan!" Jou smiles and hugs his petite little sister. "Why are you wet?"
"Hey, Shizuka. Um, no reason. Sorry I'm late."
"You got detention again, didn't you?" A small disapproving frown graces her lips. Jou sweatdrops.
"Got it in one. Is dinner ready?"
"Almost. Probably another twenty minutes."
"Alrighty. I'll be in the bath."
The bedroom floor is quickly visited by Jou's schoolbag, followed at once by his uniform. In spite of his efforts, the image of Seto is still burned into his memory. He's all he could think of on the car ride home.
He sighs as he steps into his private bath. He needs to douse more than his head with cold water to fix his problem. "It's just lust...no biggie."
~*~*~*~
"Mokuba, it's time for your medication."
"But I don't like taking it..." The small boy pulls his thick black mane into a high ponytail.
"It's for your own good." Seto gets out a miniature briefcase, inside are several syringes and a glass container filled with a clear lavender liquid. "Come here." Mokuba sits between Seto's legs and bows his head forward.
"Owwww..." he whines as the needle penetrates the soft space below the base of his skull.
"There, it's done." He lightly drops a kiss on the back of Mokuba's neck in silent apology.
"May I go back to my book now?"
"Did you finish all of today's lessons?"
"Sure did!" He looks up at Seto with an adorable, proud smile, his eyes unblinking. Seto steadies his voice as he stares into those unseeing orbs.
"Go ahead."
"Yay!" The boy zips off.
Seto's own eyes sadden for a moment. He looks at what's left of the pale liquid. "I might have to find other work before the job comes..."
Author: Kleptomaniac Can Opener
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Seto x Jou (others to come)
Status: On-going
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Trust me, I don't own Yugi-Oh.
Summary: As the head of Katsuya Corp., Jounouchi isn't used to being ignored. Especially by some ordinary classmate with a stick up his rear-end.
Notes: This is for the Plot Bunny Freeze Frame Challenge at A_Dragons_Lair!
Look up Plot Bunny Photo #3 for the reference.
~*~*~*~
The Prince and His Pauper
Part 1
~*~*~*~
He's the guy everyone learned to ignore on the first day of school. He didn't make it hard to forget he existed at all.
Until he talked, then everyone knew he existed. Painfully so.
Whispers are exchanged, their words meant to be private though they reach the young man's ears anyway.
"He's gonna be in so much trouble."
"I can't believe he spoke to the teacher like that!"
"Does he want to get suspended?"
"What's his problem?"
He continues to tune them all out, reading his book.
"Man! That Kaiba thinks he's such a bad ass!" A certain brown-eye, blond by the name of Jounouchi Katsuya sits back and huffs, balancing on the hind legs of his chair with his feet on his desk.
"Just ignore him," advises a cute girl with a yellow ribbon to keep her long purple hair in a ponytail. She proudly goes by the name of Nozaka Miho, Ribbon to her friends. "All he does is sit there reading anyways."
"What's he got this time?" wonders Honda Hiroto, a boy with brown hair done up in a fin-shape.
" 'Russian for Quick-studies' and 'Russian Business Made Easy'," she answers after taking a quick peek around Honda to the silent boy in the back of the class. "EEP!" She hides behind her friend's larger frame when ice blue eyes rise to glare at her. Jou snorts.
"Don't let the freak scare ya, Ribbon."
"Who are you calling a freak, mutt?" Jou is on his feet so fast that his chair topples over.
"Oh you did NOT just call me a dog!" The blond's raised fist shakes in his sudden anger.
"You have a problem with that, mongrel?" sneers Kaiba Seto, putting down his book. With a sharp flick of his wrist, he brushes chestnut strands from his hard eyes.
"Yeah I got a problem with it, ya hardass! And it ain't the only thing! You're a real jerk and your attitude stinks!"
"Yapping from a puppy doesn't carry far, mutt."
"Them's fighting words, Kaiba!" Seto's reply is dull and sarcastic.
"Ooh, I'm so scared."
"That's it! I've had it with you!" Seto smirks as Jou pulls a fist back.
"Better behave, mutt. Your master just returned."
"Wha? Master?!"
"Jou! What are you doing?" shouts a small boy with large violet eyes and tri-color hair.
"Aw, let him smack the guy, Yug," cuts in Honda. "He deserves it." Muto Yugi frowns in disapproval.
"Stop it, Jou. You could get in trouble, even suspended."
"Fine, fine..." The blond turns away to return to his desk.
"Poor puppy got reprimanded."
"KAIBA!" Jou jerks back around, ready to pounce the smirking teen.
Jou grits his teeth as he and Seto sit in the office, waiting to be scolded. He shifts the ice pack over his eye. "You hit like a girl, Kaiba."
"Tell that to your face, mutt."
"GRR!"
An elder gentleman steps in and closes the door. "Well, well. Jounouchi, Kaiba, I hear you two were fighting in class. Care to explain why?"
"Kaiba was being a jerk!"
"I had been minding my own business when 'he' called me a freak."
"You were glaring at Ribbon!"
"She was staring at me!"
The principal groans as the boys move further and further back to past 'transgressions'.
This might take a while.
A small hand turns down the rock music his sound system is happily spewing, due to the ringing of the phone. "Kaiba residence."
"It's me, Mokuba."
"Oniisama! What is it?"
"I'm going to be late tonight. Will you be okay?"
"Of course I will be. I'll keep dinner warm."
Seto exchanges goodbyes before hanging up the office phone, then heads off for detention. He resists the urge to perform the immature gesture of rolling his eyes when Jou speaks. "Had to call your mommy, Kaiba?"
"Not that it's any of your business," he says while taking his seat, "but I had to call my brother."
"Bet he's glad you're not coming home."
"Don't speak of things you know nothing about," he snaps.
"Ouch! I think I hit a nerve." The blond grins. Anything further is left unsaid as the teacher enters the room.
Jou sighs, very bored. He's already done his homework and the teacher won't let him sleep, so all he has left to do is look around for a bit. He pauses on Seto. How the brunet dresses is in reflection of his grades. Perfect, down to the fold creases on his uniform and ever strand of hair on his head.
What a contrast to how Jou wears his own uniform, wrinkled and untucked.
Jou snorts to himself, thinking his classmate is a total tight-ass. But before he turns away, Seto does something he's never seen him do until now. The navy jacket slips off one shoulder then the other, leaving Seto in a white shirt that seems to be getting on the small side. The short sleeves allow surprisingly toned arms to be revealed. Jou finds himself licking his lips. Seto looks up at that moment, making Jou tear his eyes away to stare at the blackboard.
Seto isn't fooled.
Jou props his elbow on the desk and rests his chin on his palm. At some point in time, he's staring at his classmate again. Brown eyes search out the tell-tell lines of someone who works out, imagining that body without the cloth when he locates them.
The blond blinks. It's obvious to him that Seto is in excellent condition. So why isn't he in gym like everyone else?
"What, pray tell, are you staring at?"
"Why aren't you in gym?" Seto scowls.
"It's none of your business."
"Aw, c'mon. It can't hurt to tell me."
"It's NONE of YOUR business."
"Geez, grouch." Jou frowns and goes back to staring at the blackboard. Seto's body may be appealing, but he knows trashcans with better personalities.
Really though, who would have thought the infuriating teen had been hiding that under his jacket? With Seto's personality, Jou would have thought the brunet would be showing off. Probably some crap about superior strength to go with his superior brains.
Brown eyes glaze over as he further plays out the situation. Jou can imagine the other boy as a basketball player, seeing how much his legs make up his tall figure. He can just see how the sweat would drip down the lean body, the strong muscles working under firm flesh. A grin spreads over Jou's lips as his mind moves on to after the game and thus, to the shower. Those long fingers would spread the soap over the panels of Seto's-the teacher's voice breaks through his daydream.
"Okay, you two can go now." Seto is prompt in leaving, ignoring the feel of Jou's eyes on him.
To his credit, Jou doesn't run out like a madman. Rather, he grabs his bag and heads for the nearest restroom where his daydream insists on continuing to his inconvenience. Splashing cold water on his face isn't doing any good as it only enhances the imaginary shower scene. Jou shivers, his hand traveling down his chest and stomach like the trail dream-Seto is tracing down his own body.
"God, something is so wrong with me if I'm noticing that jackass." That doesn't make his arousal go away.
Taking a deep breath, he grabs hold of the nearest sink and turns the cold water on full blast, then sticks his head under the rushing current.
~*~*~*~
"Niichan!" Jou smiles and hugs his petite little sister. "Why are you wet?"
"Hey, Shizuka. Um, no reason. Sorry I'm late."
"You got detention again, didn't you?" A small disapproving frown graces her lips. Jou sweatdrops.
"Got it in one. Is dinner ready?"
"Almost. Probably another twenty minutes."
"Alrighty. I'll be in the bath."
The bedroom floor is quickly visited by Jou's schoolbag, followed at once by his uniform. In spite of his efforts, the image of Seto is still burned into his memory. He's all he could think of on the car ride home.
He sighs as he steps into his private bath. He needs to douse more than his head with cold water to fix his problem. "It's just lust...no biggie."
~*~*~*~
"Mokuba, it's time for your medication."
"But I don't like taking it..." The small boy pulls his thick black mane into a high ponytail.
"It's for your own good." Seto gets out a miniature briefcase, inside are several syringes and a glass container filled with a clear lavender liquid. "Come here." Mokuba sits between Seto's legs and bows his head forward.
"Owwww..." he whines as the needle penetrates the soft space below the base of his skull.
"There, it's done." He lightly drops a kiss on the back of Mokuba's neck in silent apology.
"May I go back to my book now?"
"Did you finish all of today's lessons?"
"Sure did!" He looks up at Seto with an adorable, proud smile, his eyes unblinking. Seto steadies his voice as he stares into those unseeing orbs.
"Go ahead."
"Yay!" The boy zips off.
Seto's own eyes sadden for a moment. He looks at what's left of the pale liquid. "I might have to find other work before the job comes..."