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100 Puppies and Dragons	By : ReizOokami Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8453 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author's Note: What the hell sort of prompt was thiiiiisssss! DX It's okay. I did an awesome job with this freakin' prompt. :3

33 Percent

"Thirty-three percent, Joseph."

Joey flinched. He hated when people called him Joseph. It was what his mother called him. Funny, this lady evoked the same feelings of anger-rage-distrust in him as his mother did.

She pursed her lips, painted a gaudy shade of plum-purple that were only accented by the indigo eye shadow she wore all the way up to her eyebrows. "I'm afraid that if you get two more failing grades in this class, Joseph, that you'll have to retake it."

Her snide tone made it clear that she wasn't informing him for his welfare, but because she did not want him in her class again, and Joey was reminded of why he never actually paid attention to her in class. Her voice was annoying, putting emphasis where it didn't need to be and making her voice so sweet that the sugariness only turned to poison. She was one of the tackiest women he'd ever seen—he'd heard hookers laugh about her make-up and fashion sense.

"I'm assigning you a tutor. He's quite popular with the other students he's tutored, so I'm sure he'll be able to knock some sense into you." Her lips curved up into a smile that exposed badly-bleached, yellow teeth. "Maybe you'll learn something from him."

Joey managed a somewhat-decent smile. "Maybe I will. Who is it?"

Turning toward the door, the woman cooed, "Oh, Mr. Kaiba, you may come in now."

Joey shuddered and only barely managed to hold back a gag. If that was her trying to be seductive, it was gross. And terrible.

A brunet appeared from behind the door, imposingly tall and ice-chip blue eyes flashing with power as he approached them.

Joey suddenly understood why his teacher was trying to sound seductive. He almost wanted to say 'take me, I'm yours' and drop his pants.

The brunet eyed both he and the woman with obvious distaste. "Is this the moron that doesn't even know how magic is expelled from the body?"

That 'drop trou and fuck' feeling was gone.

"Well, I wouldn't say he's a moron," she began, pursing her lips in what she probably thought was a pretty pout. "He's just… a little challenged."

Joey rolled his eyes in frustration and sighed, then scowled. "Look, I'm still here. Listen, if it's a choice between you for another year or studyin' with this prick, I'll just drop out," he spat, glaring at each of them. "Ya either don't want me here or don't think I'm worth your time—probably both, for all I know—and I don't know much about learnin', I'll admit I don't do it a lot, but I'm pretty sure that if I think the people teachin' me are stupid or assholes, I'm not gonna retain much of what they say because I'll be too busy thinkin' about how stupid they are or how I'm gonna murder them for thinkin' I'm not as good as them."

His teacher gasped in affront, cheeks blotching red as she sputtered angrily.

Joey glared at her again. "Don't worry, I've already planned how I'd kill ya seventeen different ways. Not that anybody would miss ya," he added, then turned and stormed out of the room.

He knew it was dangerous, dropping out of school before he knew how to completely control his magic. However, if it was a choice between being treated like he was stupid or accidentally hurting himself, he'd choose the latter. At least then he wouldn't feel like scum of the earth.

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Seto examined the test he'd been given and frowned a little as he looked over the blond's chicken-scratch. "Damn."

It wasn't that the answers were wrong. Some were incomplete, yes, and could probably be explained better, but they were mostly correct. They were just… difficult to read, which was probably why the witch of a teacher had marked them completely wrong. Some of the words were badly misspelled and some of the letters were written backward. He glanced over at the file he'd gotten from the office (he didn't enjoy flirting with people, but the secretary hadn't really needed much flirtation) that detailed how Joey had dropped out of whatever schooling he'd been getting in favor of working whatever job he could get, including a short stint as a prostitute.

He hadn't had time learn how to read and write properly, which was probably why he spent so much longer doing homework and why Yugi or Tristan could be seen with two totally different assignments. Joey probably dictated his answers, Yugi or Tristan wrote them down, and then Joey copied them as best he could. It explained why the small group could often be found in the library, Téa reading all of the passages for class aloud and Joey scribbling frantically to take notes in his own confusing shorthand.

…He'd done fairly well on the practical exams. His control over his power was nearly perfect; wielding it against other people, however, was what brought his scores down. When he was baited into attacking, the only thing that had saved his abusers had been the teachers, and when he wasn't baited, his attacks were meek, as if afraid to hurt his opponents.

It wasn't that Joey was necessarily a bad student. He just couldn't do very well on tests in the time allotted with his meager reading skills.

Seto crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat, brows furrowing together in agitation. He thought very little of people who didn't try hard enough in their studies, but he thought even less of teachers that did nothing to help obviously struggling students, instead foisting them off on other students and hoping they could be tutored to mediocre enough to pass and get them out of their hair.

He had even more reason to dislike the purple-loving woman that looked more like a peacock than a human being.

.-.-.-.-.-.

"Whatta ya want?" Joey asked, obviously disgruntled as the brunet in front of him kept him from moving back toward his anvil. "I got orders to fulfill, asshole."

Seto ducked the blunted, red-hot sword as it was swung over his head and turned instead to watch the blond place it on the anvil and grab a large hammer. "I could teach you."

Joey barked with laughter, but it was muffled by the sound of the hammer clanging against the sword. "'course ya could. Just like all my teachers, just like my friends all try—"

"I don't mean control over magic, or all of the book work required." Seto took a step back; the sparks flying from the hot piece of metal were uncomfortably close to his face. Joey didn't seem to mind. "You're a fire elemental."

"Doooiiii," the blond drawled, testing the edge of the still-hot sword with his thumb. "Listen, just keep your electric hands to yourself and lemme do my job. Ya don't need any special degree sayin' you've graduated from some fancy school t' beat out a sword."

Seto just barely kept from saying he wouldn't mind beating out Joey's sword. He figured that would only end badly, even if he did find the blond incredibly attractive. "And here I thought you'd—"

Joey turned and sliced the sword just inches from his face, scowling. "That was your first mistake. Thinkin'."

The brunet scowled, but then he remembered that the blond had only been able to come to the school with a partial scholarship, and the rest of the town he lived in had pitched in to cover the other half. Through all of his jobs, he'd come to know almost everyone in the town personally, and they'd all come to care about him. They'd wanted him to be able to control his magic safely, and he'd been promised a job at the blacksmith's—or anywhere, really, because the town had been so proud of him.

It had taken him two days to this town. On horseback. …Seto had found he didn't like riding horseback.

Seto sighed quietly. "I know we got off on the wrong foot last week—" He flinched when the blond turned an acidic glare on him. "…More than the wrong foot. I'm sorry for that. I got copies of your tests and looked through them. They're correct, for the most part—the questions you answered, anyway—"

"I know," Joey cut in, scowling. "I know the questions I answered are right. It's the other questions I didn't fuckin' get to and the fact that even chickens can't read my chicken scratch that fuck up more scores. …You… Ya read my answers?" He turned to look at the brunet in surprise and confusion. "…That musta taken ya forever."

"It took me a few days to get through all of them, yes," the older boy replied, deciding not to tell him that halfway through his tests he'd gotten so frustrated that he'd thrown them across the room. "I got them from your other teachers, too."

"…Ya read all of 'em?" the blond asked hopefully, and the other boy suddenly realized that all the fire-elemental wanted was to have his hard work recognized.

"…I'm not offering to teach you magic," Seto explained. "I'm offering to teach you how to read by yourself. –And, after that, how to make your writing better."

Joey stared at him for a few moments, looking confused and anxious, before his face relaxed into a hesitant smile. "You'd teach me how t' read?"

That expression was so cute that Seto almost lost control, grabbed the blond, and molested him.

Almost.

"It… would require you coming back to school," he replied as casually as he could, and mentally patted himself on the back when he realized that it had seemed quite natural.

Joey bit his bottom lip (Seto almost lost his battle for control again), then hesitantly nodded his head. "Yeah, okay." He scratched the back of his head. "Um, I hafta sharpen this sword before I leave, and then I hafta tell the blacksmith, but I should be able t' leave tomorrow."

Seto's happy feeling immediately faded. "On horseback, right?"

The blond stared at him a minute before his eyes brightened with laughter that he thankfully kept to himself. "They make an ointment for that."

"Where would I get some?" Seto asked quickly. He didn't think his ass could take another day on a horse.

Joey couldn't hold back his giggle. "I'll get some from the Doc after I talk t' the blacksmith, okay? You can stay the night with me."

Seto squeaked. Somehow, he didn't think that would help.
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