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The habits and
lifestyles of a nymphomaniac
By Seto Kaiba.

s iss is an extensive but personal research on, as the titles describes the habits and
lifestyles of a nymphomaniac. Why am I writing such rubbish? Well it�s more of
a way for me to document and evaluate the nature of one Katsuya Jounouchi, my
boyfriend. Yes, yes it isn�t a typo; I Seto Kaiba am gay. Although Jounouchi is
much aimed to prove I�m bisexual since I take an interest in watching straight
porn with him. I�m still not sure on his theory however, what man doesn�t watch
porn? In any form for that matter.

This is also to evaluate myself as a person as well; I don�t really think I could write a
diary so typing things about myself with Jounouchi is more bearable.

I�m still rather irked by thet tht that�there are already stories about us on the net as
we speak. I�ve found places that have so called "fandom" about
Jounouchi, myself, and even all of his friends. I knew we appeared on
television a few times due to popular duels but�this is actually scary. There
are even stories about our lives in Egypt, to which I�m not even sure what went on.
There are also websites that sell comics and fan drawn pictures of Jounouchi
and me together! Some of them I have book marked�for further reference of course.

Since I have
the opportunity I�m going to set some things straight.

1.
I am not a rapist.

2.
I do not love my brother "that way"

3.
I am not a human being void of emotion�. I juend end to be moody.

4.
Jounochi is not stupid. He�s actually very clever, and what�s worse is, he
knows it.

5.
I�m not always evilly plotting something. It gives me a migraine.

6.
I stress number 1

7.
Jounouchi�s father doesn�t beat him nor did he ever rape him.

8.
I would love Jounouchi even if he were.

9.
Yes I said love. I love Jounouchi.

10.
Jounouchi actually loves his father; it�s his mother who�s a bitch.

11.
I don�t have an obsession with dominating Jounouchi, not a strong one anyone

12.
I stress numbers 1 & 2
I understand that my appearance is very dominating, but it doesn�t mean I don�t
like the bottom every once in a while none of us are so pure that we don�t
masturbate, Yugi included. If a man�s dick isn�t in his head, his hand is glued
to it.

Now I also have some questions if any of you who read this. (Which I know you will.) Will
answer them.

Why is Jounouchi�s life always so tragic? Are many of you sadists? You seem to feed
off angst. Are many of you nymphomaniacs yourselves? There is ever an abundance
of PWP what the heck does June mean?
I have mor more but I don�t wish to loose focus.

Like I explained, I�m documenting this more for myself than for others to read. It�s
very hard to understand a person like Jounouchi. He has gracgraces of a dancing
breeze, but in the same breath he�s the most unruly of brutes. Before I delve
too deep, maybe ouldould explain how the two of us met in the first place.

Most of you do have your stories straight. Jounouchi and I weren�t really the best of friends,
not even friends at all. Yet we never hated each other, just slightly enough to
annoy one another. I was really fed up with trying to make friends; it was such
a hassle. Every one was so wary of me. The imag Set Seto Kaiba before the real
me, was something I could never bet. So I became, isolate, distant, antisocial,
anything to just get people away, it seemed to be the only thing I was expected
to do and even really good at any more. So fine, let the people have their cake
and eat it to.

So that�s how things were for a while, a long while actually. It was easy at first to say
fuck off to the world�but being a teenager with hormones�a gay teenager with
hormones; I was slowly driving myself insane. It was so obvious in fact; a
little blonde former adversary was worried about me. I can recall just how it
happened.

The sun painted the sky with an array of orange and red hues, colors of rusty blood.
The school day was long over, but I stayed, some how finding the library a
little more comforting to go over some business proposition. I didn�t realize
how long I had been there until I felt a frail hand, clasp against my shoulder.

"Kaiba-san."

Her voice was a frail as her hand. "Were going to close up, you should
head home now." The older woman smiled kindly, rubbing her palm along the
curve of my shoulder.

I nodded in apology gathering my many papers and folders into my brief case. I walked down
the empty isle only comforted by the sound of my echoing footsteps. I really
had no one else, no one at all. I was alone. I could only cling desperately to
the relationship I had with Mokuba. How long would that last me? (Rule number
2) I was so deep in thought I never noticed that some one followed me all the
way to the school parking lot, takinry sry steps. There I saw his blurred
reflection in the car window, why was he here? I knew Jounouchi wasn�t the most
cultured of characters but he wasn�t here to mug me or anything right? I don�t
think I would have cared either way.

"Yes?"

I called over my shoulder, fixing my briefcase into the car. And then there again I only had
silence jue just sort of stood there, looking as though he was pondering the
complex meanings of the universe befhe ahe actually spoke.

"Look I know it's none of my business, I know you�re just going to say "leave me
alone you mutt." Any way but I gotta ask or Yugi will never stop bugging
me. Are you alright or what, you look like crap."

I had a million and one ways to respond to this question. But before I did I caught my
image in the car window as well. Sure it was as blurry and as reliable as a
circus funhouse mirror but�I looked horrible. Maybe this was my beautician
offered those cucumber packs and a new hair cut�(Shut up) So I caved in, like a
strained wet paper I folded over, I turned around slumping along the side of my
car not caring how the buttons of my trench coat would ruin the finish. I
wouldn�t wear the troublesome thing if it didn�t make me look so dashing.

"Do you want to know the truth? The god�s honest truth make inu?" I threw my hands
up in exhaustion and of this tiring and boring charade.

"Uh�.well�..yeah."

"The truth is I am nothing as I appear and everything I am not. My life is filled to
the top with contradictions and I can�t stand it! I was never loved as a child,
my parents spanked me, no one hugged me, I never had a positive role model in
my life, I never had a childhood, I blame society, I blame my parents, I blame
rap music, I blame Ben Afflict, I blame the world and all that other shit that
every one else says! Shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, cunt, mother fucker, whore,
bastard, bitch, slut, and other such obscenities!!"

The look on Jounouchi�s face was priceless. He just stood there utterly flabbergasted (I
love that word) at my raving lunatic mode. I was pacing back and forth and my
hands waving in the air like a mad man. It felt good to say those things even
though it didn�t really mean anything at all. And when it all came out I sat on
the ground and put my head between my knees. I think I was hyper ventilating.
As I was breathing the air for everything it was worth, I heard him laugh at me,
really laugh at me. No, really, he was bent over pointing and everything. I
thought it was very rude whether those things that I said were true or not. I
remembered why I disliked him so as I tried to get in my car.

"Hang on money bags." He shouted exalted as he wiped a stray tear from his eye.
(Urge to kill rising�) He clamped his hand over my shoulder. "You�re even
more messed up than I thought, all that stuff really bothering you?"

I attempted my most vicious glare. I actually made the vice president of the McDonalds
Japanese division wet himself. He wasn�t going to put the little toys they have
in the meals at Kaiba land. I was understandably upset.

He just smiled at me still chuckling to himself. "What�re you doing?"

"Being menacing, now if you don�t mind I have more important things to glower
at."

"Aw don�t be so sensitive."

"You truly want to die today don�t you?" He tried to look at me seriously, but
he ended up laughing again. I had, had quiet enough revelation for one day, I
sat down in my driver seat, and there across from me was that pathetic dueler.

"Just what in the blue fuck are you doing in my car!!" Again he laughed, what
was so goddamn funny?

"Aw man I can�t take you seriously any more. Your loosing your cool Seto, something
really is wrong with you."

"Wrong with me? Wrong with ME! I�ll show you wrong with me!!" I don�t know what
posed me to do this but I had always wondered what it was like to drive in
American, so I did it all through Japan. Amidst the honking, cursing, tire smoke, and
screeching, I heard Jounouchi�s panicked screams as he clutched to the interior
for dear life. I didn�t mean to do it�I really didn�t, I may be depressed but
I�m not suicidal, there are to many people I want to make miserable myself
before I die�namely Martha Stuart. She could have told me the stock was going
to plummet but no; she had to be a stingy fucking whore.

I made it all the way home with ho cops behind me�must have been my personalized KAIBA
licensee plate. Both of us were panting now, I couldn�t seem to let go of the
steering wheel either.

"What the hell was that all for, you could have killed us!!"

I don�t remember much after that, it was all just noise in my head and a blur of color,
was I having an episode? Next thing I know I�m laying on my couch with that
mutt fanning me.

"Hey you�re coming around!"

"Go away."

"What?"

"Just go away, you�ve seen enough of me for one day haven�t you?"

"Jeez, moody!" (See?)

"Look just tell Yugi I�m fine, why the hell does that little kid worry about me of
all people anyway!"

"Well he�s a good guy with a big heart; it�s hard for him not to care. But �to tell
you the truth, it wasn�t really him at all."

"What?" I tried sitting up which took much more of an effort than I thought.

"Well I was �the one who was worried, you hadn�t said anything mean in a week, and you
started to look terrible. I thought maybe something happened to Mokuba so I
came to ask."

Ah the sincerity� it was killing me. I didn�t want to deal with it now, my head was
hurting too much, and I felt like having a good my life is a shit hole cry. I
couldn�t have him here with that now could I?

"Just go I�ll resume the name calling Monday alright?"

"Ok money bags, just one question."

"And that is?"

"What�s this?"

He had that little all knowing smirk on his face as he held up a black tape and my heart
stop.

"Th�.that!"

"Yes I happened to kick it trying to get you on the couch there."

He looked like he was either going to black mail me or bust out laughing; he must have read
the label. Damn I am to use to not having Mokuba here after I sent him to that
duelist training�thing!

"Where the girls aren�t? There�s something about Gary?"

He read the title out and started to snicker. "So this is why you�re so anal, haven�t
got any one to do you huh?"

"Shut the fuck up!" I screeched� he was pushing on a tender subject and I was
already so emotionally wrecked, he has no morals. One snide comment after the
other and I nearly felt like crying right in front of him, as I wrung his neck
of course. But the fool wouldn�t stop laughing, so I sat down on the couch and
confessed I didn�t care who he told or what he said, I just wanted him to go
away. But I didn�t expect this�he came up to me and touched me� he slid his
hands along my face and just smiled at me, pushing me down on the couch.

"You can be such a jerk." I felt his body on mine, oh god what is going on.
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