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Life Isn't Always What You Want	By : Rochelle Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3268 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sometimes Life isn�t What You Want

I don�t own Yu-gi-oh
Author: Rochelle B

Rating: R/NC-17. It�s all about where you pick it up.

Status: Incomplete, Unbeated

Main Pairings thus far: Yami/Yugi, Seto/Jou, Honda/Otogi, and Ryou/Bakura. Everything else is up in the air.

Other: Jou/Honda, but more serious in the past and more playful in the present. Light Bakura/Jou, Bakura/Honda, and Jou/Otogi. Pegasus/Jou, Yugi, Ryou, Noa. Peggy�s a dirty perv folks who likes to go after young Ukes�but you knew that already.

Summery: (AU) When a new teacher arrives at Domino High he takes an interest in some of the boys and unlikely people become the greatest of allies.

Warnings: Yaoi, Sex, Rape/Non-con, Language, Violence, Cutting, Drug Use, Prostitution, Angst, Self-Mutilation, D/s, Dark Humor, Perverse Humor, Blackmail, and some others things I can�t quite recall. Plus I ripped ideas from another story I was working on but will probably never finish, so it doesn�t matter. Yay.

Switch to the Kaiba Twins

Notes: I swear this day will be over eventually. Just want to give you all a feel for what�s going on.

Sensei Kido is based off of Jyou Kido circa Digimon 01. Derek Magi is Dark Magician (only quirky�and yes, you have permission to like him) and Calvin Garten is Celtic Guardian (only�um�slightly sarcastic and mean.)
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Chapter Three: Twisted Reflections

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Noa

�What do you mean I need to take it again!?� Noa all but growled. Jou sighed and put a hand over his eye. Noa was freaking out. At least he wasn�t the only pissed off one. Everyone who�d had Sensei Kido last year had to retake the course.
�I already explained it Noa.� Kido said in that soft placating tone of his. Noa wanted to use the man�s own teddy bear print tie to strangle him. �Since I was acting principal last year it is my opinion that my classes didn�t get the full grasp of the course and I don�t want to think I�ve failed anyone.�
�Why you hippie son of a-�
�Noa!� Jou and Honda�s hands were on his mouth and he was being pulled backwards. He hadn�t even realized he�d lunged towards Kido and caused the small, thin man to cower in his chair.
�Never mind sir.� Honda sweatdropped nervously. �We�ll be going now.� Noa growled but allowed himself to be carried out of the office and into the hallway, where he was promptly set down. He scowled and scuffed his sneaker against the floor.
While he was glad to hear that he didn�t have to retake the class because he�d failed he couldn�t help but be a little bit pissed upon hearing that he still had to take it over. He�d been top of his class (Behind his brother of course. Sometimes he hated Seto�stupid know-it-all. It wasn�t fair. But hey, at least Mokuba liked him more�so he told himself anyway.) And he�d even managed to tutor Jou up to a solid C-average.
He didn�t want to do it again! He refused. It was�not�right. And that Pegasus guy was creepy. Something about the way he�d been looking around the auditorium had made Noa kind of queasy.
�Well. That was enlightening.� Jou said finally. Noa arched an eyebrow at him.
�How so?�
Jou smirked. �I didn�t know ya could freak out like dat. I always thought ya were so calm and held together and really yer just as wacky as da rest of us.�
Noa blinked at him slowly then shook his head. �I can�t believe you used wacky in a sentence.� And really he couldn�t. Who the hell said wacky? He shoved his hands into his pockets.
�I don�t believe you tried to attack Kido.� Jou replied mildly. Noa scratched the back of his head and tried to decide if he wanted to be embarrassed or not. Sure, he�d made a scene (which was bad) but he�d been angry. He was still angry. This was stupid.
He knew there was a reason he had opted out of public school for the first ten years of his life; he just wasn�t a people person by nature. He didn�t take thins like stress well.
He missed his computers all of a sudden�and really really hated Seto. Forcing him to come to Domino had been Seto�s idea, claiming that if he was ever going to be part of the company that he needed to learn to not be so damn anti-social, and wasn�t that the pot calling the kettle black?
Asshole.
�It�s almost third block.� Jou said lightly. �We can go sit and sulk in Magi�s class. Bakura will, in theory, pop up about halfway through.�
Not that he had much of a choice. Unless he was up for detention until four he had to stay around until at least after sixth class.
�It�s not fair.� Noa said as he allowed Jou and Honda to direct him towards the steps. The senior classrooms were on the second floor and, since Magi was a senior teacher, that�s where he would be. �I didn�t like it the first time around. Why should we have to retake it just because he says so? Is that even legal?�
He could feel them exchanging looks over his head. Probably wondering why he was reacting so badly. He would have liked to explain it to them that he couldn�t do things over. To do something again was just like saying he hadn�t done it right the first time; that he hadn�t been good enough. And he couldn�t not be good enough.
It wasn�t allowed. His adoptive father had made sure they�d all understood that failure wasn�t an option. You got it right the first time, no questions asked, no excuses, and no second chances. There were no do-overs in real life because it wasn�t one of those stupid video games he liked to play all of the time.
Only losers couldn�t get it the first time around and Kaiba�s weren�t losers.
He sighed and raked a hand through his hair. It was funny in a way. As hard as he tried to get away from his adoptive father�s ideals and beliefs some things just�stuck and refused to be washed away no matter how hard he tired. He could refuse to take the money he�d left them, turn his back on the company he�d built, change the way he dressed and the way he wore his hair but in the end he was still Kaiba Noa.
A shrill bell rang and he jumped, all but knocking Honda and Jou over. The doors swung upon and students poured out, talking and laughing as they moved past each other to their next classes. He wrapped his arms around himself and turned to look at his friends.
�I don�t want to go to class.�
They both stared at him for a long moment then exchanged looks. Then they looked at him again, eyes almost comically wide. He sighed, frowning at them. Okay, so maybe he wasn�t the one to usually suggest running out on school, but today he just�wasn�t in the mood.
�Roof?� Honda said finally. Jou nodded slowly.
�Ya. I�ll go first.� The blond winked at them then turned and walked away, no doubt headed for the second floor maintenance closet. The closet was where the janitor kept the cleaning supplies and, more importantly, had a ladder that lead up to the roof.
Noa had found it on accident while hacking the school�s main computer. He�d been arranging for all of the fire alarms and sprinklers to go off at noon, thus cutting the day short, when he noticed a pathway he didn�t know what there. A duplicate key and a pair of bolt cutters later and they had their own place to skip class without risking getting caught leaving the building.
Honda stood with him for a more moments then, with a light smile, walked off as well.
They never went at the same time. One kid vanishing into the closet was bad enough, but a group going all at once was sure to garner some kind of attention. Noa glanced at his watch. Two minutes before the bell announcing the beginning of the third class would ring. He�d probably slip into the closet a few seconds before it did. He waited a bit loner then headed for the steps.
The closet was between the girls and boy�s bathroom, near the middle of the hallway, and opened up into the middle of the roof. He glanced up and down the hall, making sure no one was paying him any mind, before pulling out the key copy he had and unlocking the door. He slipped inside then pulled his shut behind him. Buckets, mops, brooms, rags, and various other cleaning supplies lined the walls and floor and any other available surface area. He picked his way over a bucket of murky lime scented water then grabbed the bottom run of the metal ladder.
He went up fairly easily considering how completely non-athletic he was. It was around a ten feet climb and, though he was only a little south of six feet, when he�d done it the first time he�d been unable to breath for a good forty-five minutes. While Seto and Yami played their precious sports all year, he�d always sat on the sideline with Mokuba, bundled in layers of clothing even in the hotter months.
He�d been a very sick child�now, that wasn�t right. He�d been a sick infant. He�d been born about half the weight of his older brother, which had something to do with Seto being a nutrient hog in the womb, and had been sick almost from the moment he was born. Sometimes he thought that was part of why Seto was the way he was. The brunette was older than him by thirty minutes and seemed to take that as license to take care of him and treat him like he Mokuba�s age.
Sometimes younger.
He remembered the first years with Kaiba very well. He�d spent most of them in a room, being tended to by nurses and doctors while Mokuba sat near by and kept him company. Seto would drift in and out occasionally but, more often than not, he was with their adoptive father, being groomed into the perfect heir. Noa wasn�t an idiot of course; he knew the man had used him and Mokuba against Seto.
Had made them his weaknesses, manipulating Seto into doing what he wanted, and, rather intently or no, taken their brother away from them. Seto saw them as weak, fragile, and in need of his oh-so-wonderful protection because they couldn�t care for themselves.
Noa pushed open the trap door with a pained grunt and let out a frustrated breath of air.
Mokuba had been so young and needed to believe that everything would be okay and Kaiba had created the perfect world for the child. Noa had been sick and needed medical care and Kaiba had offered it to him (and the best care money would buy at that)
Seto wouldn�t do anything to screw with that directly.
Directly being the key word of course.
Kaiba and Seto had a game between of them, like�like the game of chess had never really ended and each where still trying to move the other into a corner. Who had won was still a bit of a mystery to Noa because even if Kaiba was dead, Seto was almost exactly like him.
Or so it seemed at his brother�s colder moments.
�Need a hand kid?� Bakura�s smirking face appeared in front of his face. The white-haired teen was crouched by the entrance to the ladder and was holding a blunt in one hand. His other was free and held out as if offering Noa the aforementioned hand.
He took it with a roll of his eyes and allowed himself to haul up. �Should have known you�d be up here.�
The older teen just shrugged. �Just killing time.�
�What to people have against time anyway? Always wasting it or killing it�� He trailed off when he noticed the way Bakura was staring at him, like he was five seconds from calling him an idiot. Which, if he thought about it seriously for a moment, he probably was. �Thanks for the hand.�
�Not a problem.� Bakura shrugged and had the grace to not comment any further. Other people were fond of commenting on how easily he was winded and how he seemed to be weak psychically. His gym teachers especially, like they didn�t read his fucking file to find out ahead of time that he simply couldn�t do the same things the other kids did.
Dodge ball for instance. Who the hell had come up with that barbaric excuse for a psychical education activity anyway? Some sick sadistic jock no doubt, who had gotten off on tormenting those who were less high on the social scale.
He was pretty sure he wasn�t even allowed to take dodge ball legally. There was no way the school could afford the lawsuit that would ensue if he got hurt. He was going to have to look into that.
He sat on the sun-warmed gravel for a moment and tried to catch his breath. He�d gotten a little better at the psychical thing over the summer, but it still wasn�t easy by any means. He was weak. It kind of sucked. Bakura stayed crouched near him, shadowed red eye regarding him. He couldn�t help the shiver that ran up his spine. He hadn�t been really afraid of Bakura for a long time but at the same time he couldn�t quash all of his fear.
Mostly because he wasn�t an idiot. Having a healthy fear of Bakura was probably one of the smartest things a person at Domino could manage. To the outside world Bakura was all rough edges, sharp teeth, and a cockney accent and that made sense.
Not many people could honestly say they�d had Bakura sitting at the side of their bed everyday for a week waiting for them to get over what should have been a twenty-four hour bug, while lecturing on the wonders of �80�s Brit Rock. (Bakura was an undercover Billy Idol fan and a not so undercover fan of The Clash.)
He blamed the longevity of his illness of his stupid non-existent immune system.
Finally he pushed himself up and started shuffling over to the other two, Bakura close behind. He could smell the sweet smoke from behind and almost snorted. Jou, Bakura, and Honda had a bit of a reputation as potheads and so he had, by hanging out with them, gained a bit of a reputation himself. He half wished it was true and that the very thought of smoking didn�t send him into a coughing fit.
He didn�t mind people talking; he just wished he were half as interesting a person as people always seemed to think he was.
He sighed and plopped down between Honda and Jou. Honda arched an eyebrow at him in silent question but Jou looked to be a million miles away. His legs were dangling over the edge of the building, unlike his and Honda�s, and his eyes had a far-off misty look to them.
Not that he staring.
�so maybe he was staring. He couldn�t help it. Jou was�attractive in his own way. A little on the gangly side not to mention clumsy, and he would never share Noa�s interest in all things computer, but those just added to who Jou was.
Noa had come to terms with the fact he lusted after his best friend. He�d had a�well, infatuation, on the blond since they�d met on Noa�s job interview a little over fourteen months ago. He couldn�t call it a crush because he wasn�t entirely sure he felt towards Jou romantically so much as he was taken in by the boy who�d been his very first friend.
Being as sick as he was growing up (And though he was loath to admit it, still was) he hadn�t had a chance to make friends, hence his dependence on Virtual Reality and the Internet. In fact he had his suspicions that Seto had turned Kaiba Corp towards such pursuits because of him. Not that his bother would ever admit such a thing and Noa would never admit to the�warm fuzzy feeling it gave him.
He loved his brother, even if he wanted to strangle him on occasion.
He poked Jou in the ribs then jumped back in alarm at the look of intense pain that contorted Jou�s features. The blond grabbed his side, letting out a breath through clenched teeth. Honda reached around Noa and grabbed the blond by the back of his shirt and hauled him away the edge. Noa just stared, eyes wide. Honda was on his feet and had a hand on Jou�s shoulder while yanking up the hem of his shirt. Bakura stepped in front of Noa to peer anxiously at Jou and the younger teen sighed.
Then shook his head. It wasn�t like he needed to see. He already knew that Jou�s torso tended to be a mass of molted colors and bruises. He�d first seen it on accident during Phsys Ed the year before. He�d wandered into the stall Jou was changing in, not really thinking anything of it, and come face to back with�well.
It hadn�t been something Noa could really put into words. It was all purples, blacks, greens, and yellows placed half-hazardly top of tan, running together and overlapping on ribs and shoulder blades he hadn�t noticed stuck out harshly.
Jou had burst into a fit of cursing and pushed him out on his ass, redressed, and then left school. Noa had talked to Honda about it and the brunette had simply shrugged and given him a brief explanation about Jou�s father being a worthless bastard, before handing him off to Bakura.
The white-haired teen had, in his usual blunt fashion, told him that one of the �rules� was that no one brought up Jou�s bruises. Instead they worked in subtle ways to make things�better. Jou spent weekends with Honda, Bakura had helped him get a job, and so on.
�Fall down the steps again?� A hint of bitterness colored Honda�s words as he moved away from the blond and reclaimed his place. Jou grunted then moved back to his spot, head bowed so that his hair brushed against his cheek.
�Yeah. Steps.�
This was Noa�s cue. Time to lie and act like he didn�t know what was going on and, even though Jou knew that he knew, act like Jou was the best fucking actor in the world.
�Well that explains it. For a minute I thought you were going soft and I�d actually hurt you.�
Jou�s laugh was raspy. �Yeah, right. Wishful thinking doesn�t even begin to describe that.�
�Whatever you say man.�
�That�s Mr. You-Better-be-nice-or-else-I�ll-fire-your-ass, to you.� Jou said nudging him playfully. He stuck out his tongue childishly before turning away with a laugh.
�So you�re sure you got that promotion?� Bakura had handed off to Honda. The brunette wasn�t looking at them as he spoke, but rather out over the campus.
�Yep, in the bag. I am now assistant manager of the over-crowded, overpriced, college and high school student with no life, haven. Hail me.� He poked Noa this time. ��Specially you checkout boy.�
�Ha mother fucking ha. I could buy that shop, fire you, and then turn it into a�Mime university if I wanted to.� A pause. �And then rehire you as my janitor.�
Jou stared at him for a moment, golden eyes half-lidded and amused. Then he pushed him hard enough to make him topple over with a small shriek. Jou chuckled then reached over and plucked the blunt from Honda who made a face at him.
Noa just sighed and situated himself so he was leaning back on his elbows. Since Honda was at a slightly better angle he put his feet in the brunette�s lap. He got a small smile and then they lapsed into a complete silence.
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Seto

�I heard you skipped school today.� Seto said when Noa walked into the living room. The green-haired teen frowned, dropping his bag onto the couch, and arched an eyebrow.
�Did you?�
�Mr. Kido was nice enough to inform me that�d you�d been�misplaced at some point during the day, yet no cameras had picked you going out of one of the exits.�
He didn�t want to show it but he had been worried. Noa got sick so easily and sometimes he was hit by dizzy spells or black outs and if he�d one in the middle of a hall he could be lying somewhere unconscious. He and Noa had their differences but he had a duty to protect his family, a duty that he took more seriously then anything else in the world.
�Don�t worry about it. Today was just a welcome back day anyway.� Noa muttered while rubbing at his arm self-consciously. �I won�t even have anything to make up.�
�That�s not the point.� Seto closed his Calculus book with a loud snap. �What if something had happened to you while you were skipping out on class? Do you really think those idiot friends of yours could have done anything for you except sit there and look clueless.�
�Seto don�t,� Yami said without looking up from his book. �Just�Mokuba will be home soon. Let it be.�
Seto scowled at his cousin. After their parents had died in the crash Seto and his brother�s had gone to an orphanage, since no one was willing to take them in, and lost all forms of contact with what little family they�d had. Then, after their adoptive father had died, Noa and Mokuba had gotten together for some computer hacking and found out that they�re aunt Kasumi lived in Egypt with her son. Kasumi had been, much to their dismay, very ill and Yami had left school to care for her.
She�d died two months after Seto relocated them to Japan. It had been a�hard blow. To finally find family only to have it abruptly ripped away yet again. It had torn at a part of him he�d allowed himself to forget was even there.
It hadn�t been any definable sickness that had killed her. Seto knew this for sure because he�d had the best looking into it and the closest they could get was saying it was similar to what was wrong with Noa. (Which wasn�t clear either. Weak heart, bad immune system, asthma, easily bruised, sensitive to temperature�)
Yami had decided to stay in Japan with them, for which Seto was grateful. He wasn�t sure he could have just dealt with Yami walking off into the sunset. He�d gotten strangely attached to the other teen, even though they competed at everything and had eerily similar personalities. They drove each other crazy half of the time, always wanting to be number one and neither knowing when to must accept defeat.
And, though he�d never say it out loud, he�d been going a little crazy before they�d found Yami and now with his cousin around to take some of the weight off of him it was�a little easier to breathe than it�d used to be. In that way Yami was a weakness to him, reliving the pressure.
At least he�d done a good job of making things simpler until Noa started to rebel against everything from Kaiba Corp to Seto�s �protectiveness� to the fact that Seto was still determined to find out what was wrong with him. And really, he was more determined than ever. If their aunt had died what was to keep Noa from the same fate if not him?
His twin didn�t care, but that was to be expected. One day last year Noa had suddenly decided that if Seto was making him go to public school then he was going to go a few steps further. He got a job, eventually bought his own car, and made his own friends. (Never mind that Noa was in public school because he�d insisted Seto get rid of the medical staff that looked after him. Without the doctors keeping an eye on him Seto had need Noa with him to make sure he was okay.)
�I don�t need you to protect me from Seto Yami.� Noa growled and Seto was a touch surprised to see his teeth bared. �I�m not a goddamn child or an invalid.�
�No thanks to you.� Seto couldn�t help but spit. Noa�s lips pressed into a thin line.
�What�s that supposed to mean?�
�I mean you don�t take care of yourself. You spent almost everyday this summer out until the morning, you come home and you reek like smoke and alcohol, and you skip your doctors appointments.� He was fighting to keep from yelling, but god he wanted to. He knew that he needed better control but something about Noa had this way of making him lose his composure.
Weakness. Noa was one of his glaringly obvious weaknesses. Even more so than Mokuba because at least Seto only had to worry about kidnappers and crazed fans when it came to the younger teen. Where Noa was concerned every little thing was a potential enemy, from an unexpected rain to dust. No matter what else happened Noa was always in the back of his mind, constantly being worried over.
He wasn�t going to let anything happen to him. Seto wasn�t going to lose anymore family if he could stop it.
�Sometimes I think you want to die.�
Noa�s eyes went round and Yami�s head snapped up. Seto regretted the words the minute they left the mouth for many many reasons, the least of which wasn�t the fact that he�d inadvertently reminded Yami of his mother. Noa sucked in a deep breath, puffing up for a moment, then let it out.
And then he seemed to deflate even more, shoulders slumping as his back hunched over and he seemed to fold into himself.

Shit

�You think I want to die?� His voice was a whisper but the emotion was in no way lacking. It clawed at that part of Seto that he really wanted to forget existed, the part to breed and nurtured his weakness. He needed to find a way to turn it off.
Maybe Scotch. He�d found that alcohol did a fantastic job at numbing the pain his brother tended to inflict upon him just by�being there.
�You think because I�m tired of being a human pincushion my entire life and having an entire�hospitals worth of people around me at all times and having to have my little brother at an arm�s length so he doesn�t �contaminate� me, that I want to die?�
He almost didn�t see the bag flying for his head until it was too late. He ducked and the bag crashed into a lamp. It shattered loudly and Yami winced before standing up and staking out with a dark expression on his face. His hand was white-knuckling his book and his lips were near non-existent they were pressed so hard together.
�Sometimes I fucking hate you!� Noa shouted as color sprang to his cheeks. �I don�t like being sick Seto! I don�t like waking up at nights and not being able to breath or being in the middle of class and wanting to throw up, it�s not really that pleasant. I�m just tired of being the �mysterious Kaiba brother who lives in the goddamn attic�! I don�t want to be forty-five and on my deathbed and never left the house. It�d be nice to not be sick, but I�m realistic and so I won�t waste what I have.�
�You are wasting what you could have. What about when you got sick over the summer?� A total week in bed and another two weeks without leaving the house with the same virus that had put Mokuba under for only a day and a half. �One of these days-�
�I�ll catch my death? Well at least I�ll have had fun first, unlike you.� Noa�s eyes narrowed and for a moment he looked like he was going to say something else.
�What�s going on?�
They both went rigid and allowed their eyes to slide over and land on their younger brother: Kaiba Mokuba. Recently thirteen and a computer genius in his own right.
Noa rocked back on his heels and Seto looked down at his hands. For a long moment neither spoke. Then Noa sighed.
�I�ll be in my room. See you later Mokie.�
Seto let out a pained sigh. That sounded like a good idea. �Me too. I have some work to do. Don�t forget to do your homework Mokuba.�
�Okay big brother,� Mokuba said faintly. When Seto walked past he ruffled his youngest brother�s long black hair before heading for his room. While the other three keep rooms on the second floor he kept his on the first so he could get in and out of the house at odd hours without waking them.
He shut the door behind him and made a beeline for the liquor cabinet. As he poured a glass of amber liquid he wondered when he and Noa had become so opposed to each other. Once upon a time Noa had been his best friend and partner in all sorts of crime. Bed-ridden or not Noa had a mind that put Seto�s to shame and he was always ready with an idea for a prank on their parents or the kids at school who called them names.
Once he and Noa had even had that so-called freaky twin connection. They�d once spoken without using actual words. Just a look and he would know Noa�s entire day in an instant.
And now his brother was best friends with that annoying mutt and couldn�t stand to look at him, let alone speak to him.
The liquid burned on the way down and he could already feel the pain from the fight starting to drift away.
Sometimes he was jealous of the pup for getting his brother�s attention. And, other times in the dark of night when no one was nearby the see him slip, he was jealous of his brother for having the pup�s attention.
Another drink chased that thought away.
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Noa: I�m dying?

Rochelle: Not really�

Seto: I�m an alcoholic?

Rochelle: Not exactly�.

Jou: Why am I always so abused?!

Rochelle: Not really sure.

Seto: Hush pup. It�s about time we get a glimmer of conflict here. If she was trapped in a sealed box she�d waste all of her oxygen just building up to devising a plan to get out. We shouldn�t get in her way when she finally manages to plan, we might end up killing her.

Rochelle: -laughs- Wouldn�t surprise me. But hey, aren�t you glad you got screen time?

Jou: Yeah, what�s up with that? I thought this was about me.

Rochelle: �no. What gave you that idea? Equal treatment for all Bishies. The union demands it.

Seto: Yeah, you made us all equally screwed up�

Noa: -sneer- It�s enough to make a guy wish he�d kill you when he�d had the chance.

Seto: -Glare-

Rochelle: Uh� Anyway, push the button, give reviews, make Chelle happy. I�ll give review responses next chapter. I was just feeling lazy today. And I have a right, this is nine pages long�
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