Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Untitled ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Sadly, Yugi-oh is not mine ^-^ But I wouldn't change it much, except add a few things....>>;

Warnings: Limish near the end, pissy type Seto, sexy Yami XD

Rating: PG-13? *shrug*

Spoilers: None

Chapter One

Yami sighed as he made his way into the school. So far, the 'new' experience of going to school on his own was dreadfully boring. There was a card game of Duel Monsters there, a game of .. jacks? .. over there... Over all, nothing to be excited about. But maybe deliberately being late to first period would help. The bell rang and he deliberately waited outside the door for the teacher to call him in, eyes set on the chalkboard as he was introduced. He could feel eyes staring at him, in particular, a set of blue eyes looking at him predatorily.

Those blue eyes belonged to Kaiba Seto, richest kid in the city. It was time he did find a new girlfriend or boyfriend, and this guy seemed like the perfect kid to have for it. He glanced over at his only friends, only to hear them whispering about how the guy looked like Motou Yugi and wondering how he'd possibly gotten past the principal wearing that outfit. Seto's eyes turned again to the new kid, raking over his body. Tight leather pants and a shirt of a similar material with buckles down the front. How indeed.. but he looked sexy as hell, and he'd ALMOST fallen for Yugi, but had broken that off because he was too 'innocent'. Both in looks and in attitude.

The two friends in question were none other than Ishtar Malik and Ryou Bakura, two of the student body who had managed to avoid becoming `victims' of Seto's endless predatory streak. Of course, it had helped that they had come at the same time and had gotten together not long after Seto had started eyeing them. They'd often joked around with the billionaire about him never having a chance for once, and Seto always took it in stride, not allowing it to get to him. They were also the only ones who knew that even though the students all said that he would have sex with them, he didn't, and they were the only two that knew the reasons for that. Currently, they were talking about how the last time Seto had given that look to someone, the girl had been crying for a week.

"So…what was your name again?" Seto's voice was almost a purr as he ignored the teacher entirely, leaning his chin on his hand as he looked at the boy in the desk next to him. This could turn out to be a good day after all.

"It's Yami. Don't forget it, I won't tell you again." Yami didn't even look at him, keeping his eyes forward and trying to force himself into writing in Japanese instead of Egyptian. The notes he was taking were coming out half and half.

"Seto just got the brush off!" Bakura whispered to Malik, snickering slightly. This was a first… usually most people would LOVE to have Seto's attention. It was just then he noticed Yami's writing. His eyes grew about two times the normal size. "Malik," he whispered again, jabbing him lightly in the side.

"Nani?" Malik frowned and glanced over, following where Bakura was pointing, his eyes doing about the same thing. He knew he could read it; he did live in Egypt before coming here. So the new kid knew Egyptian, and obviously well, considering the fight he was having to write Japanese instead. This would prove interesting if Seto did get with him, especially since he'd been slipping into Egyptian randomly himself.

It wasn't long before the bell rang and they were all heading for the door, Seto ahead of them and trying to talk to Yami. "Has he broken up with Crystal yet?" Malik asked Bakura softly, eyes settled on the two in front of them.

"Don't think so…but I guess we can ask him later." Bakura offered the blonde a smile, squashing the voice inside him telling him to just kiss him and be done with it. They were only going out in name only, at first to just get away from Seto, but it had just become a habit to hold hands, walk with an arm around the other, hang out together at the best spots for a couple to watch Seto… They really didn't have anything serious going on, and it was doubtful, at least to Bakura, that they ever would. To Malik, it was something that was hoped for, but seen as an unreachable dream. "Ne, how much you wanna bet he falls for this one too?"

Malik blinked then grinned. "I'm not that stupid Bakura. It'll be just like Yugi… IF he ever gets around to asking that one out. I think it'll take a bit more time than usual. Anyway, what're we doing about Christmas? It's kinda right around the corner, and I kinda want to have you around…"

Bakura smiled and unconsciously took his hand. "Well, let's just see what happens; maybe we can get Seto to throw a party." He grinned a bit and thought of that for a moment, idly thinking of Seto's little brother who was all but forgotten right now. Seto'd been ignoring him for what seemed like ages, and he supposed it wasn't really his fault that he'd all but cracked. After what he'd been through, then the pressure of raising a little brother on top of business, anyone would have been under a lot of pressure. He shook his head to get the thoughts from his mind, blinking a bit when he saw Seto passing the room they needed to be in. /probably just taking him to his next class…/ "We'll wait for him, kay? Then ask him when he's all gaga over the new kid that he can't say no!"

Malik blinked then laughed a bit, nodding his acquiescence and leaning against the doorframe. They would find out how things went later. He was left blinking again when Seto all but stormed past them and slammed his books down on the table they were sitting at for art. "Ne, is something wrong?" Stupid question, get a glare. And that's exactly what happened. "... Okay... uhm… what happened?"

Seto sighed heavily, watching as his only friends sat on either side of him. "He blew me off is what happened! It turns out that he's Yugi's older brother, but less than a years difference is between them. So he knows ALL about how I am." Seto sighed and laid his chin on folded arms. "This is hopeless for once."

Bakura blinked at the tone of voice and laid a comforting hand on his shoulder, eyes catching Malik's as if to say, `he's fallen already, … hard!' "I'm sure you'll get him Seto, you just have to wait and see, alright? Besides, no one has been able to resist you for long, remember?"

"Yeah! No one's ever gone too long, so don't sound so downhearted!" Malik couldn't help but be happy that Seto had already fallen for the new kid. It meant a possible miracle was on the way. When he was going out with Yugi before, he'd remembered that he had a little brother and had treated Mokuba like he was everything to him. If he went out with Yami, then possibly, Mokuba would be remembered again, and Seto would turn things around.

Seto sighed a bit then nodded. "You're right of course. No one has ever and no one will." He grinned a bit and sat back to enjoy himself, not knowing that Yami had lied to him a bit earlier and had one more class with him that day.

Lunch was about as uneventful as usual, with Malik and Bakura forcing Seto to at least eat an apple. They had no idea why he wouldn't eat, but as long as he did, that was all well and good. History was next, and if Seto's stunned look was anything to go by when he saw Yami, they had their miracle in the bag. By the time the bell rang though, it seemed as if they didn't. Seto had ignored everyone the entire class period for a drawing of what seemed to be the millennium objects, something he shouldn't really know about. Yami had surprised them all by naming them before picking up his things.

Seto just blinked at it for a bit before shrugging and picking up his things as well before heading for the door. He was stopped in the doorway by someone calling his name, that someone being Yami.

Yami paused in front of him, taking in the slightly off look in the others eyes before smirking and leaning closer to him, whispering in his ear. "Don't play with me Seto. You're playing with fire." Then he kissed him, much to the shock of everyone, then walking away, as if it was nothing at all.

Seto just stared ahead of him, a shaky hand rising to his lips before looking after where Yami had went. He had been kissed. That never happened! HE was always the one to kiss people, not the other way around! He shook his head and made his way from the room to his locker, then from the school.

Malik and Bakura were still behind. Seto's little drawing had proved to be somewhat enlightening for the both of them. Bakura had long since shown Malik his ring, now it was up to Malik to show him his… rod. Yami Bakura was having a field day of laughing over that one. He kept teasing the normal Bakura and even made him blush.

Malik sighed as he pulled it from his locker, coat wrapped around it. He didn't want his Yami out, and it always seemed as if he took over when he did come out. Still, with Bakura's prompting, he did take it in hand, and the white haired boy was startled when he just started walking away. Yami Malik blinked at the hand around his arm suddenly and slammed the offending figure against the wall opposite of the lockers. "Don't touch me, don't make me stay. I have someone to kill, and I won't stop until he's dead." While he was speaking, the Millennium Rod in his hand turned to the dagger form, pressing lightly against Bakura's neck.

Bakura just stared for a moment before smirking lightly. "You wouldn't kill me, not here. There're too many people around."

"You want to bet?" Yami Malik pressed harder with the blade, making a hairline cut on the other's neck. "I do what I want, when I want." He pushed away from him, frowning inwardly as he turned to leave.

/He CUT me!/ Yami Bakura's voice was outraged in Bakura's head.

//not really... he cut me.//

/It doesn't matter!/ Yami Bakura was soon standing there in Bakura's own stead and going after the other yami soon enough. He turned him around forcefully and neatly tossed him over his shoulder onto the ground again, glaring down at him. "So you would kill me, lover?" //NANI?! LOVER?!// Yami Bakura ignored that little comment, just as he would several others.

Yami Malik blinked a couple times then stood up silently, dusting himself off before tucking the rod into his belt and walking closer. "I didn't know it was you," was all he said before kissing him and pinning him against the wall. Damn the janitors that might be watching, he hadn't seen his Bakura in over a millennium. His hands ran up beneath the sweater lightly, pushing it up to reveal a toned stomach even as he kissed him, their tongues warring briefly before Yami Malik gained supremacy, as he always did.

Yami Bakura's hands ran up Malik's back lightly, head tilting back against the wall as hot kisses were scorched down his throat. He kept ignoring the voice that was telling him to stop, asking him what they thought they were doing. Instead, he eagerly pulled the shirt over the blonde's head, tossing it behind him even as his was as well. It'd been too long for the both of them.

Hands fumbled at each other's pants, soon having them unbuttoned. The other two were quiet now, simply enjoying what they were receiving second hand. Never would they admit that they enjoyed it, well, at least they wouldn't at the moment.

T.B.C.

Well, it wouldn't make for much a fic as it stands, so of course it's tbc, ne? ^-^; Coming up next? MUSIC! XD

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