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Betrothal	By : KoalasRock Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3854 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. If I did, the whole thing would be about hot Yaoi-ness and Anzu Mazaki or Yu-Gi-Oh GX would never have existed.
A/N: Smug bastardness in this chapter. Enjoy!

�Where is Kaiba anyway?� Yami grumbled.
�Shh��
Currently, our beloved Yami was sitting on a leather couch inside a certain meeting room of a certain someone�s company. Needless to say, the added stress of having to meet his betrothed and wearing a suit was wearing him thin. Usually you would have to strap him to a pole before you could get him to wear a suit but his mother was just to scary for his liking.
�It�s already 11: 17!� Yami whispered heatedly, �I�m going to be late for my band practice.�
�Your band can wait, Yami.� Keiko gritted, �You better shut up. They�re coming.�
True enough, a soft pats of shoes on carpet could be heard outside the doors of the meeting room.
Rika strode in elegantly with Seto in tow and bowed, �I�m very sorry for the long wait. We had a bit of trouble with Seto�s creditors.�
Keiko stood up from her seat and bowed back. �It�s fine, Rika. We�ve only been here for about fifteen minutes.�
�Please sit. I trust you know my nephew?�
Seto bowed.
�Kaiba-kun. How nice to finally meet you.�
Seto smiled and sat down beside his aunt. �Seto would be fine, Keiko-san. We are going to be in-laws so such formality towards your son-in-law is not required.�
Yami glared. Smug bastard.
Keiko smiled, �Aren�t you the charming one?�
Yami rolled his eyes and thought, More like the asshole one.
Keiko elbowed him discreetly. Yami quickly plastered a smile on his face.
�Ne, Kaiba, it�s nice to see you again.�
Seto stared at him and the corners of his mouth tugged up into a smirk.
�Ah. Now I remember you. You�re Yami from my Art class. The one who slipped in the puddle of red paint the other day.�
�Glad you remembered seeing as you spilled the paint in the first place.� Yami replied, sarcasm seeping into his voice.
Keiko and Rika elbowed the teens. Yami rubbed his throbbing side and pouted at his mother.
�That�s going to bruise!� he complained.
Keiko ignored him.
�Play nice.� Rika whispered to Seto.
Seto inclined his head towards Yami, �I meant no offense.�
Yami cracked another forced smile. �None taken.�
Rika smiled, �Now that that�s settled, shall we get on to the marriage details?�
Yami groaned inwardly. This cannot seriously be happening.
He looked at the blue-eyed CEO in front of him and gagged. Look at him, listening to his aunt rant and rant about marriage details like an obedient puppy. Hah! If only they knew�
Why the animosity you ask? It had all started sometime earlier this year when Seto was transferred to Yami�s high school, Domino High. Let�s just say it wasn�t a very good way to meet your future fianc�.

Flashback � Approximately 3 months and 13 days ago.
Our favorite emo kid was walking down the hall when he was met by the ultimate evil he had been fighting off since he started high school. A fan girl.
�Yami-san��
�What do you want?� Yami asked tiredly. I don�t have time for this. I have to get to the Principal�s office in five minutes! It�s not my fault that stupid Haga slipped in the milk that I had accidentally spilt on the floor�
The girl tugged lightly on her skirt, �Um�Yami�I wanted�that is�would you�I mean��
Oh dear God, how I hate fan girls. Kami-sama strike me down now.
�Spit it out.�
�Would you like to go out with me?� she blurted.
Yami raised both eyebrows. Wow. No fan girl�s ever been brave enough to ask me out.
Yami smiled his mega-watt grin. She swooned on the spot and passed out. Yami checked if she was still breathing and when she was, he walked away leaving the poor girl lying in the middle of the corridor.
�And I didn�t even have to answer her question�� Yami murmured under his breath, �I hate fan girls�especially blonde ones.� Mai would kill me if she heard me say that.
Yami entered the front office and flashed a toothy grin at the Principal�s secretary. She blushed.
�Mr. Crawford is meeting another student right now. You can sit over there while you wait.�
�Thanks.�
Yami took a seat on one of those white plastic chairs they had in the waiting area. Not really comfortable but hey, when you�re probably going to get detention for the hundredth time you could really care less. It wasn�t really Yami�s fault that he kept getting into incidents at school. He was just, how do you say this, accident-prone. Take for example before Haga slipped in that puddle of milk, Yami had elbowed it when he reached for Ryuuji�s fries three seconds before Insector passed by.
Lady Luck has never seen it fit to stick close to Yami. Sad really.
Yami pulled a pair of earphones from the collar of his uniform and stuck them in his ears. The lyrics of �Where You Are� by the Goo Goo Dolls flooded his mind.
�Could you whisper in my ear the things you want to feel? I�d give you anything to feel it coming��
Yami�s fingers tapped in rhythm to the drums of the song. He closed his eyes for a second and lost himself in the music. Just for a second. When he opened his eyes, the door to Mr. Crawford�s office was open and a brunette was walking out. The brunette said something but Yami couldn�t hear him because of his MP3.
Crimson met Cerulean.
Yami saw Mr. Crawford leaning back in his chair with a smirk on his face. Yami tore his eyes away unplugged the earphones. The blue-eyed man left with a twirl of his large white coat.
Bat-like much�
�Yami? Mr. Crawford will see you now.�
Yami nodded at the secretary and entered the office. Here we go�
�Good Morning, Mr. Crawford.�
Mr. Crawford leaned forward with a smile.
�Ah, Yami. Just the boy I wanted to see. Please, take a seat.�
As Yami took a seat in the leather armchair in front of Mr. Crawford�s desk, he was overcome with a feeling of dread. Shit.
�I have a little proposition to make��
I don�t have a good feeling about this�

�What�s with the long face, Yami?� Yugi asked as they stood beside the school doors, waiting for the rest of the gang, �And you have this black spot on your cheek.�
Yami wiped it off quickly. How long had it been there?
The school was let out fifteen minutes ago and his older brother�s dark demeanor had not let up a bit. He�d been acting funny ever since he met Principal Crawford after lunch. Something was up.
Yami appeared to be deaf and mute to his surroundings. Yugi sighed.
�Yami, I have secret relationship with Principal Crawford and he�s been forcing me to perform sexual favors for him so I can pass Chemistry.�
�WHAT???�
Yugi grinned, �Knew that would work.�
Yami glared at him and slung his bag over his other shoulder.
�Don�t do that. It�s bad enough that I have nightmares of mom destroying my drums, I don�t need anymore psycho images of you and our Principal.�
Yugi spun their house keys on his index finger and asked, �So what�s wrong? You�ve been more moody than usual since lunchtime.�
�More moody than usual?�
�Well, you�re moody alright seeing as you are the most emo person I know but today�s a bit different. You acting like mom when she�s PMS-ing. And you know how mom PMS-es.�
Yami shuddered. �Scary thought.�
�So what�s bothering you?�
�I have to show this new guy around tomorrow,� Yami ground out, �He�s a transferee I think.�
�That�s it?� Yugi asked incredulously, �What�s the problem then?�
�That is the problem!� Yami whined, �I�m not a people person, if you can tell. Emo, remember? Or at least that�s what you call me. Stupid Crawford really hates me.�
Yugi rolled his eyes. �Don�t overreact, Yami. You�re going to be fine. It�s just a new guy. He�ll probably be awed by your hotness to say anything.�
�Oh shut it.�
Ryuuji appeared from behind them. �Whose hotness? I hope you�re talking about me.�
�Always the modest one, aren�t we?� Mai asked sarcastically, �Ignore him, guys. We just came from counseling. Ms. Ishtar was being a little praiseful of him.�
Yugi looked around, �Where�s Ryou?�
�Wait for me, guys!�
Yugi ran up to his friend who was carrying a tall stack of books.
�What�s with all the books?� Mai asked.
�Thanks, Yugi.� Ryou whispered then said, �I have a report due this Friday.�
Ryuuji snickered, �Nerd much?�
Ryou blushed.
Yugi glared at him and tugged on Yami�s arm, �Come on. Let�s all head over to our place. Our mom�s out on a trip and dad�s attending some sort of business meeting in Okinawa.�
Mai grinned, �Can we have a party?�
�No.� Yami snapped, �Do your remember the last time we had a party? Yugi and I got grounded for 2 months! 2 months, Mai!�
�Oh stop you�re whining,� Yugi grumbled, �Let�s go home.�
Mai pouted, �Party poopers.�
Ryuuji grabbed a bunch of books from Ryou and said, �And we�re off!�
That night was filled with drunken teenagers and neighborhood complaints.

�Yami, wake up. You are not getting out of this. I�ve already talked to Yugi. He said it was your punishment for making trouble at school. And you still owe me from getting rid of all the cops from last night.�
Keiko shook her son harder. Great, now her suit had a wrinkle.
This time she tried a different tactic.
�Yami, if you don�t get up I will post your naked baby pictures on Multiply.�
Yami cracked an eye open.
�Yugi should�ve never taught you how to use the Internet.�
Keiko straightened up with her hands on her hips. �Too late for that. Get your ass out of bed and get some breakfast. You�re going to be late.�
�Yes, mom��
Yami sighed. Someone up there must really find it fun to torture me.
The multicolored teen washed his face and pulled on his clothes hastily. He grabbed his school jacket and lumbered down the stairs, making sure to make enough noise to bother everyone in the kitchen. If he must suffer so must everyone else. Misery loves company.
�Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed today.� Haruka greeted happily.
Yami glared at him and said mockingly, �Says the guy who wearing a pink flowered apron and is cooking eggs.�
Haruka sulked. Yami smirked in triumph.
Yugi swallowed his cereal, �Don�t even try to make me feel bad. I�m optimism on two legs.�
Yami narrowed his eyes and dug into his bacon. More like annoyance on two legs.
Keiko came down a few minutes later and asked, �You guys ready yet?�
Haruka threw down the newspaper, �Yeah. What took you so long?�
�Yami put a wrinkle in my suit.�
Yami and Yugi snickered while thinking, OC. Definitely.
�Let�s go.�
Keiko ushered them all out of the house. The drive wasn�t that eventful, the usual hogging of the radio station until everyone agreed to listen to DJ Mo and some early morning sarcasm. And everyone asks how the Mutou family fuel their acid tongues. Thank you, DJ Mo Twister.
�Thanks mom.� Yami said as they walked out.
�No problem, honey.�
Haruka pouted, �How about me?�
�You don�t know how to drive,� Yami snapped.
A black cloud descended on their black-haired father.
Yugi elbowed Yami and consoled Haruka. �Don�t worry, dad. You�re just an easy target for his Sulking Ray. Bye.�
The car sped off, clearly breaking the city�s speeding limits.
Yami trudged up the stairs so slowly that Yugi had to literally drag him to the front office.
�Stop being a drama queen and get in there. You�re 5 minutes late already.�
�See ya,� Yami said glumly as Yugi walked off.
Yami took a deep breath and plastered his best come-hither smiles on.
Well�here goes nothing.
A creak of a door.
�Good morning, Yami. I�m glad you�re here.�
Yami looked surprised to see the Principal out of his office.
�Morning, Mr. Crawford.�
Mr. Crawford looked at Yami and said, �Mr. Mutou, meet your new school mate. Say hello to Mr. Kaiba.�
�Good morning, Kaiba-san.�
Seto bowed but did not say anything.
Not even a good morning? Nice way to meet my charge.
�Off with you two. And Mr. Kaiba, I�ll expect you in my office after your last class.�
�Hai.�
Yami held the door open, �Shall we?�
Seto strode through the door without a word. Yami stuck his tongue out behind his back. The secretary giggled.
I don�t like this guy already.
Yami shut the door and began walking down the corridor.
�Do you choose not to speak or do have a form of physical disability Mr. Crawford failed to mention to me?�
�I can speak, obviously. It seems to me that you have a form of hearing impairment seeing as you spent the whole day with black gunk on your face.�
�How did you know--?�
Seto smirked, �I was in my car and I saw you wipe it off after school ended.�
Yami smirked back, �Well, well, if I didn�t know any better I�d swear you were stal��
BANG!
Yami fell to the floor and rubbed his aching nose. Stupid locker� I�m going to kill whoever left that open.
He let out a groan and opened his eyes. He saw Seto leaning over him with that annoying smug look on his face.
�My, my. You seem to have vision impairment too.�
How I hate my life.
Note from The Furry Yellow Striped Koala:
And if you ask, yes, DJ Mo is real. At least he is here in the Philippines. His sarcasm will take you to greater heights of knowledge.
Now, I beg of you guys, REVIEW. I�m begging here. I know I am writing this fic out of pure enjoyment but please, I could use some support here.
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