Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Velvet and Sequins ❯ Freaker's Ball ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Velvet and Sequins
Chapter 1: Freaker's ball.


"Well there's gonna be a freaker's ball
Tonight at the Freaker's Hall
And you know you're invited one and all
Uh oh"
-Freakin' at the Freaker's Ball
Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show

Yami stared at the cards fanned out before him on the table. The Ace
of Spades, the Ace of Clubs, the Eight of Spades, the Eight of Clubs
and the Jack of Diamonds. ~I thought THAT was supposed to be the DEAD
man's hand~ he mentally grumbled.

He scowled at the cards in his hand. King of Hearts, Two of Clubs,
Six of Diamonds, Queen of Spades, and the Four of Diamonds. His gaze
focused on his highest card. What was it Yugi had called that once?

~Right...the Suicide King~ he thought to himself. ~How wonderfully
ironic.~

He grunted and set his hand on the table, a graceful flick of the
wrist, fanning the cards out for Yugi's perusal. One eyebrow twitched
at the laughter and hooting that accompanied his defeat.

He had to go.

He had to go to that damn ball.

Every year Kaiba Corporation held a huge masquerade ball for its
employees. Yugi, now 23 definitely fit into that category, being the
head of the research and development team reporting directly to
Kaiba himself. The job a shock to all at first when Yugi, 19 at the
time had breathlessly bounded into his grandfather's shop and told
about Kaiba inviting him to lunch and unexpectedly springing the
offer.

For the past 4 years Yugi had been trying to get him to go. Begging,
pleading, tears, threats...nothing had worked.

Yami had not agreed.

So finally, with the announcement of the ball and Yami's steadfast
refusal to accompany his Hikari Yugi had challenged him to a duel.
One hand of 5-card draw. If Yami won then Yugi would never ask him to
go again. If Yugi won, Yami would not only go. He would dress as Yugi
dictated.

Forcing back the urge to do something violent and uncalled for to the
deck of cards, Yami stood, looking as composed as possible while Yugi
giggled to himself.

"Well Aibou, it seems lady luck favors you more that me. I will go to
the ball as promised." he said smoothly as he gathered the cards
together.

Yugi gave him a wide smile and hugged his counterpart. "You'll have
fun...I KNOW you will." he said, his voice implying more that Yami
felt like dealing with at that moment.

Yami quirked an eyebrow however when Yugi tugged on his hand, "Don't
you want to see your costume?" Yami closed his eyes for a moment,
steeling himself for the worst as Yugi eagerly pulled him towards
their shared bedroom.

On his bed was a box.

Yami blinked then looked to Yugi, "Feel a little confident were we?"

Yugi merely gave him a shameless grin and gestured to the box, "Open
it already!" he said, bouncing slightly in excitement.

Yami sighed and opened the box.

And nearly slammed the lid back on.

He swallowed thickly, his throat suddenly dry. ~Gods...what have I
agreed to?~

He stared at the outfit.

A black leather lace-up bodice top, black leather shorts, fishnet
stockings, high heeled leather boots and...and...

A snap on fox tail and matching ears.

"Aibou" he nearly croaked, "What the hell is this?!"

Yugi was choking back his laughter, "Remember how I used to tease you
that you would make a foxy lady?"

For the first time in his life, Yami had to restrain the urge to
throttle his Hikari.

"And…you want…ME…to wear….THIS?" he asked slowly as if some how there had been a mistake.

Yugi grinned evilly, a look that Yami had always found particularly upsetting. "You're gonna wear it, and you're gonna like it!" he said, eyes glinting with mischief. "After all, how many opportunities are you going to have to giggle at Kaiba?"

A muscle in Yami's cheek twitched. His aibou had hit a weak spot and he knew it. Yami had a…thing…a small thing…an almost microscopic…thing…for the billionaire brunette. A fact that tickled Yugi to no end. Sure he and Yami would indulge in acts of affection every now and then; cuddling, hugging, the occasional kiss and if Yami was feeling particularly affectionate…nibbling.

But the…thing…was a whole different story.

"Aibou, I'd throw him over the back of the nearest couch and use him so hard the word `sitting' would no longer be in his vocabulary." Yami had once confided to his younger counterpart after a night of beers between the 2. The confession had gotten Yugi to trying to devise ways of pairing the 2 up. No plan had ever been horrifically successful.

Until now.

He loved Yami and he knew Yami loved him, they completed each other's personalities and would probably be together for the rest of their loves. But Kaiba had gotten under Yami's skin, challenged him and denied him. Something the pharaoh wasn't exactly used to…and Yami loved it. Needed the challenge, and the hunt. His blood sang for the need to capture a prey as great as he was, by any mean necessary.

Which was why the ball was so important. Hiding behind a false identity immediately would give Yami an advantage. Especially considering the fact that Kaiba wasn't exactly hard to distinguish from his employees. No one else carried themselves the way he die. Or was head and shoulders above the crowd.

Literally.

In the years following Battle City, Kaiba had bulked out; growing another few inches in both height and broadness of shoulder. Seto Kaiba was now an imposing figure, even more so that he had been as a teen. The most noticeable difference in his appearance had to be his hair. He no longer wore it straight, hanging in his eyes and clinging to his neck.

It was short.

Apparently as the story went, one of his secretaries; an old woman by the name of Gladys whom he had brought with him to be his personal secretary when he had returned from a visit to the US, had convinced him that he would have an easier time persuading female executives to do as he wanted if he cleaned up his look a bit…and tried adding some charm to his demeanor.

His hair was therefore now short, and usually in ruffled disarray as it took the brunt of a lot of frustrations the naturally came with running a huge corporation., as one of Kaiba's nervous habits when he was alone was to run a hand through his hair absently while pouring over stacks of documents and to then forget to brush it back into any kind of order. His female workers all said silent prayers of thanks to Gladys as the general consensus was that Kaiba definitely looked sexier with bed head.

He had also given up on his trademark trench coats, favoring tight knit turtlenecks which emphasized his build. Something he had worked on studiously with weights and martial arts.

Kaiba had been on the cover of GQ 5 times.

Yami owned every one of the 5 issues.

Despite the fact that he knew Yugi was once more playing matchmaker, the idea of flirting and toying with Kaiba was slowly forming mental images in Yami's mind that had him grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

"Yugi…I concede…I'll wear this horrific outfit as terms of out duel." he said, unable to sound completely bored with the idea.

Yugi grinned widely. Step 1...complete.

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Ok….please please PLEASE write and tell me what you think! Any criticism is welcome as I am still shaping this fic and trying hard to keep the characters…in character…well….as much as possible. Heh…

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