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Black Chaos	By : DragonMistress Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2513 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I make no money from this story and do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. I just own the plot or lack thereof.

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So….my first attempt at a fanfiction. I read enough obsessively, so I figured I try the deliciously twisted hobby into my own hands. Plot: It starts off with a school project, original no? Then that becomes interwoven with the popular dueling/cosplay/music club Black Chaos. And finally, there’s some good ole fashioned song fics to tie it all together. Yep, love is definitely in the air. Pairings: Puppyshipping, Heartshipping, Darkshipping, and Chaseshipping. Hinted Ettuushipping, Jeershipping, Tabloidshipping and if you wanna see something specific shoot me a review and I’ll make it happen at Black Chaos one way of another. (You can quickly tell Puppy is my fave.) STRONG language warning. Maybe lemons later on?I don’t see the point in saying this, but I own nothing. It would be straight up porn if I did
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It was a typical day at Domino High, Yugi Mutou was as wide eyed and innocent as usual, Hiroto Honda and Katsuya Jonouchi were hooting and hollering, Anzu Mazaki was in awe of the power of friendship, Ryou Bakura was keeping to himself, Ryuji Otogi was shamelessly flirting, and Seto Kaiba was glaring viciously at his laptop. Yep, everything was normal. Well, as normal as it can be when two people had spirits born from them, one was reeling from an intense ass whooping at the hands of his father, and one had an ego so big that it made his namesake tower look like a toothpick. And the fact there was so much sexual tension floating around it was a wonder that the classroom hadn’t turned into a hotbed of teenage pregnancy, on the desk fucking, and not so regrettable decisions. You see, two of the people in the classroom where in such deep denial of their feelings that they resorted to name calling, fistfights, and death glares as their means of communication. Both were scared shitless at the prospect of letting go of their pride and admitting to a weakness such as ‘love’. Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt, after all. Two of the people were busy with keeping their ancient spirits in line as well as trying not to blush when they sneaked glances at each other. The girl in the group seemed oblivious to the fact that all the males, including the object of desire were gay. As for the other two, one was trying to convince himself hooking up with his best friend’s sister would prove he’s straight while the other pursued her too in the vain hopes of catching the closeted male’s attention. It was ridiculous, everyone avoiding the issue, but then again teenagers weren’t known for maturity so it was to be expected. But soon all of this would change, and it took (I know this is cliché) a school project to finally relieve the tension and wake the teenagers up to face the reality that is sex, love, and understanding.
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“Class, settle down! I know you’re all very excited about the upcoming spring break, but you should all know that I’m not letting you out without giving you something to work on in your free time,” Mrs. Laki snapped quickly when she entered her Psychology class the Friday before spring break began.
It was a full week off from class, and everyone (except our favorite lonely bastard) was pondering how much mischief they accomplished in that said week and were chatting about it quite excitedly. At hearing that, though, the class groaned, seeing their plans crash faster than an avalanche set off by a bomb.
“You will be working in pairs. I pick the pairs, and don’t bother complaining because I’m not changing them. This project is to explore the psyche of your partner, including their likes and dislikes, motivations, goals, fears, and fantasies. You will be forced to open up to each other and by the time you come back I will expect a very long, very detailed essay about your partner. The goal for you is to gain a new perspective on the workings of the human mind and to find the core of what makes your partner an individual,” she stated as she watched the reactions of her students. Many sighed, some rolled their eyes, and of course one was still typing away on his laptop.
“Ryou and Yugi. Anzu and Miho. Hiroto and Ryuji. Seto and Jonouchi-“
“FUCK NO!” she was interrupted by the latter while the previous paused typing.
“Like I would waste my time with a dog who is too idiotic and pathetic to possibly have any chance of completing this assignment,” he glared daggers at the teacher.
“And like I would want to work with a stuck up prick that has a pole shoved so far up his ass he’ll puke it if it goes any farther!”
“No changing. You will both work together, turn this in on time, and deal with it,” she practically growled at the teenagers that were both trying desperately to burn each other with the intensity of their glares.
Frigid blue clashed with fiery dark amber before Katsuya growled and turned his scathing glare to his desk and began cursing quite colorfully under his breath as Seto smirked before resuming whatever the fuck he was doing on his laptop. Seto always relished in the reactions he could get out of the hotheaded blonde and was looking forward to making his puppy’s spring break a living hell for him. Then he caught himself thinking ‘his puppy’ and inwardly cringed. How was he supposed to get anything done when the temptation to ravish the other blonde senseless would be thrust in his face for the next week? The teacher finished assigning partners and ordered them to sit next to their partners for the rest of the period to discuss the upcoming torture-um, assignment. Yugi smiled brightly at Ryou, who gave a shy but warm smile in return. They were both looking forward to spending time with each other. Ryou wondering curiously if he would find out whether his friend’s bizarre star-shaped and tri-colored hair was natural or the result of some crazed hair dresser and a hair gel fetish. Honda and Otogi awkwardly sat down together but quickly began discussing when to meet up, the fin-headed brunette trying not to openly stare into the emerald magnificence that was Otogi’s eyes. Anzu and her friend were gossiping and excitedly planning for the week ahead, Anzu’s clear blue eyes stealing glances at the oblivious Yugi every now and then. As for Jonouchi and Seto, both were deathly silent until the tall brunette spoke.
“My office at seven. Don’t be late,” he said, his sharp stare never leaving the computer screen. Jonouchi felt insulted at being so blatantly ignored but was more concerned how the hell he was going to escape the monster that was his dad to get tp the brunette's office. He winced as a particularly nasty bruise on his ass decided to throb at that moment and gave a small scoff to let Kaiba know he heard him. He was looking forward to trying to infiltrate the mind of the cocky CEO that he was so painfully attracted to. It wasn’t his fault that Seto Kaiba was walking a walking sex god, and seeing the smirk and glare on him had caused some very vivid fantasies of all that rage being turned into a frenzied round of hardcore sex. It disturbed him greatly, and his desperately wished he could just hate the guy’s guts and never see him again so he didn’t have to deal with the shame of fantasizing about a guy who completely hated his guts and thought so little of him.
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“I’m fucked. This really fucking sucks, guys. How the hell are me and moneybags supposed to be around each other long enough to have a conversation?” Jou whined as he plopped down at the lunch table next to his friends.
“I think this is a great way for you and Kaiba to try and get along, Jou!” Yugi chirped, his purple eyes sparkling, hoping his efforts to include Kaiba into their group were going to come true.
“Like anyone could get along with that asshole,” Honda snorted, sympathizing with his best bud completely. He himself wasn’t sure how he was going to deal with the confusing feelings he had towards his own partner, like how he had the strongest urge to run his hands through that shiny black hair that perfectly framed his face. He was certain straight guys didn’t think of that shit and frowned.
“He just needs friends like us to warm him up,” Anzu said cheerily. They thought she had a friendship fetish but wisely kept that thought to themselves.
“No he needs his fucking ass kicked to wipe that condescending smirk off his face,” Jonouchi spat, noticing the object of affection, um, despair sitting in his usual corner by himself, laptop out, eating nothing and shooting death glares to anyone who dared approached him. He had a feeling it was going to be a long ass spring break and that he was going to annoy the shit out of the prick to his fullest extent. He decided the sexy CEO needed to be put in his place, beneath him, writhing and screaming his name-because he just kicked his ass of course. Not because he was pounding his fantastic ass into any available flat service. Nope, he wasn’t thinking that at all. Finally, after suffering through the rest of his classes, the blonde duelist escaped the prison that was school to approach his personal hell that was home.
He was quite a talented actor and his dad was a smart abuser, and between them no one suspected a thing was amiss at his home. All of his friends knew about his night job, but things were kept on the down low considering he was way too young to be working at the club he worked at and it was against school rules for students to have a job. It didn’t matter though because they had all ended up there some way or another. But Katsuya had to pay the bills somehow, considering his sperm donor blew all his money on booze, drugs, prostitutes, and gambling. Sometimes Jou would find himself being the bargaining tool to handle a debt, and it was those moments where he seriously wanted to die or commit homicide.
“Dad I’m home!” he hollered as he entered the dilapidated apartment on the wrong side of town. Fortunately his father was nowhere to be seen so the puppy decided to work on some homework. He wasn’t actually a dumbass like everyone suspected, he just slept in class because of the long night shifts at the club and his dad’s tendencies to whoop his ass until he passed out on the nights he was home. He considered wallowing in self-pity and angst at how shitty his life was, but the eternal optimist decided against it. After all, he had work, and he wanted to write a new song.
After finishing up some long-winded calculus equations and deciphering some poems he thought about good ole moneybags. He should write a song about him! An all out bitchfest about the world’s greatest asshole. It would probably just stoke his massive ego, causing that God forsaken smirk that made his heart beat wildly in his chest.
Was it hate? Nah. Was it love then? Hmm….
“OH SHIT!” he exclaimed that, in fact, it must be love. He was in love with the most infuriating human on the planet, but writing some sappy shit just wouldn’t do. He had pride, damnit, and wasn’t that big on romance anyway, considering his past relationships had sucked something serious. Sure, he and Mai had got along, but it wasn’t like they proclaimed love over candlelit dinners under the stars. Nope. They got drunk together and had sloppy sex, usually laughing at their horrific attempts at bedroom talk as they climaxed.
So he loved Kaiba, well, maybe.
He still hated his guts. How was he supposed to write a love song when he hated the guy? And then the light bulb went off and Jou grabbed his guitar, a pen and paper, and got to work.
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Overlooking the spectacular view of Domino city, Seto had a massive migraine as he sipped bitter coffee and tried to understand how stupid the guy from accounting in front of him was. He had royally screwed up, and half of his employees’ paychecks were delayed. After listening to him for maybe two seconds he fired the guy and groaned. Seven was approaching and then he’d have to deal with that excuse for a duelist trying to ‘see how his mind worked’. As if he had a brain. He vaguely wondered why the blonde was in the advanced classes he was to begin with, because there was surely no way he was passing them. His musings were interrupted but the shrill of his cell phone.
“Kaiba,” he clipped, annoyed at whoever had dared disturb his thoughts.
“What are you doing tonight Priest?” he heard Atem’s sensuous voice float to his ear, but scowled at the priest comment. It was 5,000 years ago, why couldn’t they let that shit go already?
“Mutt is going to be here soon and then I’ll just work until I run out of coffee,” he frowned. He really had a headache.
“You should visit that dueling club you built with Akefia and I. It’s puppyshipping night, and believe me, the Seto does you justice,” the Pharaoh said lightly, knowing that Kaiba had no clue what puppyshipping was.
“Puppyshipping? What kind of club is it?” he asked curiously.
“Well, they duel, some people preform, duelist and duelist wannabes get drunk off their ass. It’s a swank place. As I was saying, the Seto they have is spectacular. Last time I was there I actually thought it was you!” he explained, purposely avoiding the puppyshipping issue. No way in hell Kaiba would come if he knew his lookalike and a Jou wannabe would be all over each other like white on rice. Then again, it might turn the egotistical tycoon on.
“I doubt anyone can compare to me,” he stated firmly, his cocky attitude on full display.
“You’ll just have to see. I have no idea who it is, but just like you he is an unbelievable asshole. He’s got your ego, your deck, he rocks a mean trench coat, and he always embarrasses the hell out of Jou. It’s quite amazing,” he explained calmly.
“How does some little wannabe have my deck? Whoever it is isn’t worthy to wield my deck,” he spat.
“You created it, Kaiba. It’s all virtual. He’s only lost once so far, though, of course, I haven’t challenged him,” Atem said nonchalantly, knowing that the brunette would now go just to put ‘Seto Kaiba’ in his place. And if he knew who was behind the ingenious cosplay, the CEO would probably die from his brain exploding. It would be quite fun, and Akefia was getting bored so they decided this would be a great way to burn off some steam: pissing off Kaiba. They understood Jou’s motivation now and wholeheartedly supported the blonde’s crusade to tick off the frigidly ice cold Kaiba.
“I’ll go. I have to see how pathetic this loser is for myself,” he fell for the bait, hook, line, and sinker, just like the Egyptians knew he would.
“Well your little puppy dog should be there soon so we’ll come pick you up later. You’ll enjoy this, I promise,” there was a wink in his voice as the line disconnected, and as if on cue, there was a loud knock on his office door.
“Come in,” he spat out, rubbing the migraine that was looming behind his eyes. And there he stood in all his street trash glory, ripped jeans hanging almost obscenely low on his hips and a t-shirt with the sleeves torn off skimming over his sleek body, a bag slung over his shoulder and a cigarette hanging from his lips.
“No smoking mutt,” did he simply come here to get his ass kicked? Katsuya took another drag and sauntered inside, putting it out on a convenient potted plant that was on a small table beside a massive blue leather couch. He plopped down, smiling like a chesire cat, and turned his golden gaze to the CEO.
“Sorry moneybags, but not even you can ruin my mood. So what do you say we get down to business? I got work tonight so I don’t wanna be here longer than I gotta,” he winked before pulling out a notebook and a pen and looking at Kaiba expectantly. Seto sighed. He didn’t like a confident Katsuya, because that meant the devious little pup was up to some half-baked scheme that was sure to annoy the hell out of him while humiliating himself in the process. He hadn’t beaten down his puppy near enough lately, so this might turn out better for him than expected. He immensely enjoyed when Jou was reduced to snarls while his eyes burned with fire and his cheeks became flushed with rage. If he was only half that passionate in the sack he was sure Katsuya would probably be a sex bomb. And Seto was determined to be the one that set him off.
That was never happening though because it left a bad taste in his mouth that such a loud mouthed street rat dragged such primal responses from him. Not to mention he was always so damn happy, lavishing attention from his friends and skipping along like nothing bothered him. Life was miserable, people couldn’t be trusted, and it would only be a matter of time before the dog’s cozy little life caught up with him and he’d sink so low that there’d be no possible way to pick himself up again. Unlike Seto, whose hard work and hell of a childhood had molded him into the perfect CEO. No one in his way and everything perfectly under control.
“I’ll start. How would you like to die?” the shorter of the two asked out of the blue, and Seto raised his perfectly arched eyebrows slightly, shooting the blonde a questioning glance.
“A little morbid, don’t you think mutt?” he finally asked, his emotionless, unreadable mask put firmly in place.
“It’s like this Kaiba. Me and you both got too much pride. There’s no way we’d settle for someone taking us out and we wouldn’t wanna live to see our bodies fail and admit we’re weak. So I figured the best option for stubborn assholes like us is suicide, that way we’re in control. Whatcha think?” he explained it all so simply, as if there was no thought behind it, smiling the whole time he said it.
“That almost passed for intelligent. I wasn’t aware canines could form coherent thoughts all on their own,” he smirked, baiting Katsuya. Yes, they needed to ‘get to know’ each other in order to try to bullshit some semblance of an intelligent essay, but pissing the other boy was simply too entertaining. And he wasn’t about to admit that he would much rather take himself out then wait around for someone or something else to.
“I think in the end our pride will be our downfall, rich boy. Now ask me a question, and take some notes like I am. We’ll have this done in no time!” he smiled widely, even though Katsuya’s first sentence was dark and foreboding, a tone Seto had never heard him use. Since when was the damn mutt so introspective? Was it possible he had a brain up there? Was he on drugs? Probably drugs, considering what part of town he was from. Yes that was it. Well, he decided to ask a question about the punk’s intelligence to try and gather an answer.
“What’s your GPA?” he asked, smirking, prepared to see Jonouchi hang his head in shame and sigh like a kicked puppy. He would be shocked if he was even passing, seeing as all he seemed to care about was lunch time and sleeping on his desk.
“3.9; it was a straight 4.0 but I got sick and missed a major exam last semester and it knocked my A to a B. I was so pissed!” he answered cheerily. Kaiba was trying to use his awesome bullshit detector to see if he was lying. There was no way in hell that the waste of a space blonde was rocking straight A’s. It didn’t make any sense. He scowled, and watched as Katsuya frowned at him.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it. Everyone thinks I’m a dumbass, especially you. Unlike you, I don’t feel the need to shove my intelligence in other people’s faces in a pathetic attempt to stoke my own ego and prove my superiority,” he spat. That familiar fire was beginning to spark in his eyes, Seto observed, as his gaze chilled over in anger. How dare he insult him like that? He just called him pathetic!
“Says the little bitch that probably whores himself out to pay for school. You are beyond pathetic, you are worthless. You are a talentless, loud, obnoxious, attention whore who doesn’t even deserve to live,” he said with venom, and watch the fire in those amber eyes combust and before he even registered what he said he felt a fist connecting with his nose and himself falling to the floor. Still shocked at the blonde’s deathly speed attack he barely registered it when another fist came down, this one splitting his lip. Finally he came to his senses and was greeted by the sight of Jou, tears blatantly shining in his eyes but refusing to fall, which were darkened with despair and rage, his mouth twisted in a snarl, a growl emitting from his throat. His arms were pinned together above his head with one hand, the other hand was pulling on his tie fiercely, and his strong thighs prevented the dragon master from moving, and was starting to cut off his airway.
“See what I mean? You’re just another fucking bully, climbing to the top by trying to bring everyone beneath you down. And it’s damn lonely at the top. You think you can break me? That I’ll cower at your feet like a whimpering dog? You don’t know a damn thing about me, and you can stop with the hostility. You don’t hate me, and you know that I don’t hate you. When you decide to grow the fuck up and be a fucking man, give me a call. My number’s on the desk. Now I must leave for work you fucking bastard, have a nice goddamn night.” The blonde swiftly leapt to his feet, scooped his things off the couch, and left without so much as one glance back.
Kaiba had never been more pissed in his life. He couldn’t believe he let someone as insignificant as Jonouchi get the upper hand like that and leave with the last word. Of course, he had never called him a bitch or a whore before. Must’ve struck a nerve, but why? There’s no way someone that grins like that goes through something like that. He should know, after what Gozaburo forced him into. That man had managed to freeze his emotions, citing that they made him weak. And one could not efficiently run a business if you were a pushover and gave people the benefit of the doubt. He had also said he didn’t hate him, and vice versa. If it wasn’t hate what was it? They both had a tendency to get in each other throats over nothing, so they must feel something….but what? His migraine in full swing now, Kaiba pulled himself back into his desk and waited for the ancient spirits to take him to his dueling club, Black Chaos, and see what puppyshipping was. Something in the back of his mind told him he didn’t want to know, but he ignored it. Nothing could be worse than the blood slipping from his nose and lip, ruining his Armani suit.
At that moment the two familiar faces burst into his office, makeup, contacts, clothes and accessories in hand, grinning from ear to ear, shouting about getting into character and he realized this was going to be a long night.
“Mutt? Ishtar?” Kaiba looked at the two puzzled. Jou had left in his ripped jeans and muscle shirt, not his Battle City t-shirt and he certainly hadn’t been toting a duel disk; And as for Ishtar, he still looked like a belly dancing wanton slut, with the gold everywhere, low slung pants, exotic eyeliner, and too tiny shirt.
“Try Atem and Akefia,” Ishtar spoke, and the brunette recognized the commanding tone from anywhere. And it was then he noticed Jonouchi’s normally warm amber eyes were sharper, colder, and the mutt had never taken it upon himself to develop an overly suggestive grin. And by that he meant sadistic in nature. It was subtle, and only those looking closely and knew who they were originally would pick up on these things. How could the CEO of Kaiba Corp forget it was a cosplay club?
“So who am I?” he asked skeptically, eyeing the items in their hands.
“Amelda! Figured a little war would rain on the puppy parade, especially if the tabloids get involved,” Atem smirked, clearly sensing his confusion. Just what the fuck happens at this club anyway? Oh well, at least he planned on getting totally shit faced tonight anyway.
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Reviews maybe? I’d like to see where you think this is going. I know I’ve taken a bunch of relatively normal plotlines and smashed them into one, so I’d like to know what y’all think! I love song fics, adore Puppy angst, and the overdone school project thing just makes me smile. If they seem OOC, whatever. It’s my fiction, I’ll make them act as I damn well please. I mean, I’m trying to keep them in character, but the whole ‘Jou is a dumbass who barely speaks English’ thing gets old, as does the Hikaris being innocent thing, but that’ll reveal itself in later chapters. Unfortunately there is no way for Seto to not be an ass. Even if I uke him he will still be an ass.
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