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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
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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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, Incest 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.

Notes: Okay. The plot starts about now. Up until it was, as D.Mag says, busy work.

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Chapter Five: Stupid Hippie Teachers

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It was Monday again. Jou was, in according to his �routine� sitting in the grass next to Noa and Honda�s parking spots, waiting for his friends to show up.

Jou looked up from his homework as Honda came tearing into the parking lot, helmet-less per usual. It was very much against the rules and the staff kept threatening Honda with suspension if he didn�t start to follow the rules, but he didn�t seem to care much.
He arched an eyebrow in surprise at Bakura, who was clinging to Honda with a bemused expression on his face. The white-haired teen looked a little shaky on his feet as he slid off of the bike. He shook his head as if to clear it then scowled.
�You�re fucking nuts.�
�Thanks.� Honda�s smirk was nothing short of evil.
�How the hell did you get a license?�
The brunette�s smirk grew. �Seriously? I blew the instructor. Best lay he�d gotten in years according to him.�
Bakura blinked then snorted. �The worst part has to be that I�m not sure if to take you seriously or not.�
Seto Kaiba�s car pulled into the lot and, just like every other day, Seto and Yami climbed out. Yami glanced over at them then, frowning at his cousin, covered the short distance between them. Bakura and Honda stiffened, ready for the exchange of blows that usually followed this sort of action.
Yami crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at him. �Noa�s sick but won�t listen to us and is coming to school anyway. Keep an eye on him.�
Jou was a little bit surprised at this display of�neutrality but nodded. �Not a problem.�
Yami nodded then returned to Seto, who had a very deep scowl on his lips. Apparently he didn�t approve of this little arrangement which did add a sort of perverse pleasure to it. For Jou anyway. Annoying Seto was one of his favorite pastimes after all.
They didn�t have to wait long for Noa to pull up. And, just as Yami had said, he looked terrible. His hair was sticking out at weird angles, his nose was red, and he had heavy bags under his eyes. He was wearing a pair of tan cargos that looked a couple sizes too big and a long sleeved shirt that hung off of his shoulders.
�You look like shit Kid.� Bakura said mildly. Honda elbowed him hard in the ribs
�Suck my cock.� Noa muttered. He pushed past them and shuffled towards the entrance of the school. Jou arched an eyebrow at his friend�s behavior. Someone was a very cranky sick person.
�Was he like dat last time he was sick?� Bakura made a noise to the negative then, with a shrug, headed inside to follow after Noa. �O-kay den. What�s up with �Kura on your bike?�
�Told my parents what a sinful person I am and decided it�d be best to lay low for a bit. You know, give them a chance to calm down?�
Jou nodded. Bakura�s apartment was pretty much the place to go when you had nowhere else to go. He lived in alone in a surprisingly nice place downtown, complete with heated pool and gym. The only thing that so much as hinted at his past was a picture of a black-haired girl on his bedside table. He�d once grunted something along the lines of �little sister� before falling into his usual silence.
�Going back today?�
�Probably. Need to stop at your locker?�
�No. Got my stuff with me dis time.�
As they spoke they walked into the school and up to their homeroom. Bakura and Noa were already inside, Bakura sitting next to Noa and watching the teen expressionlessly. The green-haired teen�s head was on the desk and he wasn�t moving. They slide into the seats in front of them, Jou pulling out his Algebra homework again.
�You�re all on time. I�m shocked.� Magi deadpanned as he walked into the room. The bell rang shortly thereafter and he shut the door. Anyone late would have to get a pass from the office but, as the man had pointed out, everyone was already there.
The downside of getting Magi for homeroom had exposed itself quickly. As Noa had said on the first day, he was always in homeroom with his brother and cousin and, as he had predicted, Yami and Seto were in there. They sat in the front row, in the first two seats. Behind them was a blond girl named Rebecca, who was barely old enough to be in middle school, and Anzu, who was talking on her cell phone animatedly.
Behind them were Mouto and Bakura, as in the two kids who looked like Yami and Bakura only shorter and more girly. Bakura sat next to Mouto and Noa sat next to him. Of course Jou and Honda sat in front of them. There were two empty seats in front of Jou but they were always empty.
Ironically enough, with the exception of Rebecca, these were the exact same people Jou had History, English, and Gym with. Lucky him.
�Just a friendly note, we start history for real today.� Magi said after taking roll. Jou looked up with a frown. �For Real�? What had they been doing for the past two weeks then?
He wasn�t the only one who wanted to know, because Seto asked the exact thing he�d been wondering. Magi smiled brightly and Jou sighed. Yet another day.
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Magi�s POV

�Busy work. I had some things I needed to do and couldn�t be bothered with things like teaching.�
Seto�s eyebrow became part of his hairline. �Busy work?�
�That�s what I said Mr. Kaiba. Does that bother you?� Magi tilted his head off to the side. �I certainly hope it doesn�t. I�d hate to have a repeat of last year, wouldn�t you?�
It was no real secret that Magi and Seto hadn�t gotten along in the least the year prior. Allegedly Seto didn�t appreciate Magi�s lack teaching style or strange, time-consuming projects and Magi didn�t appreciate Seto�s better-than-thou attitude or opinions on how he should run his class. They�d clashed terribly at every possible juncture and it had resulted in Kaiba just barely squeaking past (much to Magi�s amusement.) and Magi gathering up more than a few complaints.
He was, however, willing to sacrifice a percentage of his pay in order to see people like Seto put into their proper place.
Plus the fact he had years of pent up jock-hate he was just dying to let out.
Allegedly of course. Nothing beyond him being a total geek-outcast-loser could be confirmed and so no one could really prove he�d been tormented in his youth. And thusly no one could *really* accuse him of bias since there was no evidence to back it up. Right about now Kido (who�d been a teacher when Magi was in school) was wishing someone had bothered to record all of the shit he�d had to put up with at least to have evidence that he could potentially be biased.
But there was only speculation.
He grinned slightly. Just like those bodies in his back yard. (A/N: He�s kidding. I think.)
�Of course not. Sir.�
�Wonderful. I�m glad we could be on the same page.� Magi smiled and pointedly ignored the dirty look that Seto was sending him. That taken care of, for the time being because there had never been a student more stubborn that Kaiba Seto, turned his attention to his other students. He pushed his glasses up abruptly, regarding the way Bakura Ryou was hunched in his chair and Mouto Yugi was rubbing his back in what seemed to be soothing circles.
He sighed. Not again. �Ryou go to the nurses office would you? Ask her for some ice for your eye so it doesn�t swell.�
�Yes�sir.� The slight albino muttered. His head had been bowed but now, as he stood up, the fact that he had a dark blue ring around his eye was obvious. His lip was also busted and could do with a little ice. One of these days Magi was going to find out who was beating up Ryou and Yugi. This was an almost everyday occurrence: He�d walk in and one could be comforting the other but neither would tell him who was tormenting them.
He wasn�t shocked. He never told either. Still�
It just wasn�t right. At least when kids had messed with him he�d been able to fight back, but kids like these two were small. Fragile. Breakable.
�Do you want Yugi to go with you?� He would have liked to think that the two of them walking the halls together would protect them from harm, but he hadn�t truly been that optimistic since he was a child. It�d probably just make them a more noticeable target. Ryou�s good eye widened in fear and he shook his head frantically.
�Okay. Give me a moment to write you a pass.� Magi smiled thinly as he spoke. He didn�t want his friend to be hurt. This was going to have to call for a new tactic. He let his eyes go over to the other corner of the room. He wouldn�t admit it but these four were his favorite, even though he didn�t know Bakura so well.
They reminded him of himself. Standing on the edge of nothingness with more violence than comfort in the past and a future that held much the same. Though he heard that Keith was getting things cleaned up in the old neighborhood. He�d had to go and check it out soon.
He missed Keith and was kind of interested in this girl he was supposed to be marrying.
The thoughts left his mind as he noticed the scene. Jou was working on some kind of homework but only half of his attention was on it. The rest was on Noa, and the same went for Bakura and Honda. Noa�s head was flat on his desk, lips parted to draw in shaky breaths. He frowned and walked over before crouching next to Bakura�s desk. �Noa do you need to see the nurse?�
Half glazed eyes flickered over to him. Noa swallowed thickly and shook his head. �No. I just need a little sleep. I�ll get it in computer.�
�Ah.� Liar. And a terrible liar at that. �Okay. I was wondering if you and Bakura would mind walking Ryou down to the nurse. I don�t want anyone to�well.� His eyes flickered back over to Ryou who was looking at the ground and clutching his books like some kind of shield.
Noa blinked then nodded and forced himself to sit up. He put a hand to his head (Magi imagined to ward off the wave of dizziness moving caused) then stood. Bakura was on his feet and, though he didn�t touch the other teen, hovered near him nervously. He stood as well, reaching over and grabbing Jou�s notebook.
The blond made a half-hearted noise of protest as he quickly scribbled the time, date, and names of the boys as well as the destination. He ripped it out and handed it to Bakura before leaning in and lowering his voice.
�If you see any kids watching Ryou-�
�I�ll handle it.� Bakura�s smile was fierce and showed off his pointed teeth. �Nothing will happen to him on my watch.�
Magi nodded and moved from the white-haired teen�s personal space. After all he was pretty sure if provoked Bakura could kick his ass. They left and Magi couldn�t help but notice that Seto was doing a very bad job of not watching them leave the room.
He was worried about his brother. Very sweet considering that Noa had almost been friendless because Seto had pretty much sent out an order among the student body the year before to stay away from his brother or else.
Thankfully people like Noa�s friends didn�t respond well to �Or else� type situations.
He handed Jou back his notebook and, after glancing around the class to make sure nothing else needed to be handled, walked to his desk in the back of the classroom. Roll was taken, pressing injuries attended to, so it was about time for the morning announcements to come on.
Done by the Draco family they proved to be a good five minutes of mild amusement for the rest of the school. True to form Raji Draco, (1) the lone girl in the family, appeared on the TV screen after a moment of silence. Red eyes peered out from a mass of untamable black hair.
�Today�s lunch menu includes Monday Mystery Meat, which is basically Friday Fried Feast with boiled paste sauce on top. Mashed potatoes flakes, also smothered in paste sauce, left over corn in the form of corn pudding, and of course hamburgers.� She blinked then tossed a note card over her shoulder. �In other news gym classes officially start today with the separating of students into this grading periods sports. Dodge ball, boys basketball, co-ed flag football, and girls aerobics will be the options. As usual seniors will have first pick.�
As if to show her displeasure with that she sneered and gave the camera the finger. Magi snorted. She was a junior this year and in his advanced class. She�s proven to be an interesting girl, unlike her older brothers who never ceased to get on her nerves.
�Can she do dat?� Jou asked, head cocked to the side.
�No.� Magi said as he let his attention drift back to the pile of teacher memos on his desk. They�d been piling up since the first day. He really needed to start poking through them. �That�s why it�s funny.�
�Head Cheerleader Anzu announced on Saturday that the sports teams would be holding a Fall Festival in order to raise money for the football team to get new uniforms and balls, as well as the annual Halloween Senior Ball. Today marks day thirteen of the Sensei Garten watch, as the elusive new teacher has yet to be spotted. The only one with any sort of news is Sensei Magi and in true snarky form he refused to talk to reporters and instead demanded to know why Blair Draco had yet to turn in his junior history project from last year. Blair and his partner Blaine(2) are without comment. That�s it for Draco Domino News and this is Raji Draco signing off.�
The TV cut off after that. It had ended earlier than usual. Kido must have been watching and demanded they pull the plug. It happened two or three times a week.
He was about to toss yet another memo into the garbage when a name jumped out. He read the memo again then smirked.
�Mr. Kaiba would you be so kind as to come back to my desk.� He could feel the hatred rolling off of the teen as he closed his ever-present laptop. He shuffled over, annoyance plain, and stood before him, lips pressed into a thin line. Magi smiled and pointed to the lavender memo. �According to this you�ve failed to receive any art credits since your freshman year, a truly impressive feat since drawing stick figures in Art Basics is likely to get you at least a credit. Mrs. Mystic would like for you to come down to the art department right away to discuss you making up the credits, which is a requirement to graduating. Would you like a pass.�
As he watched the teen�s eye twitch he sat back in his chair with a sigh. Well. His Monday was officially improved. Abusing power was so much fan.
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Seto�s Pov. (He is not happy)

Seto hated that sorry excuse for a teacher. Sensei Magi seemed to live to see him squirm and took a personal delight in his discomfort. He knew that in a technical sense it was half his fault for provoking the man like he had the previous year but how the hell was he supposed to know that the hippie wouldn�t back down under the threat of losing his job.
In fact Magi had laughed. Hard. Then shrugged and said he didn�t like his job that much anyway and he�d be damned before he let a child push him around
A child!

Magi had nerve, Seto would give him that. Seto made more in a day than he made in a year and probably had more responsibilities than he could dream of, yet he was to be considered a child because of what? A eight year age difference.
Hardly.
�Hello Kaiba-kun.� Speaking of hippie teachers. �I was afraid Derek�s forgetful nature would keep you from getting my notice.�
Sensei Mystic was a nice woman. So nice in fact that under normal circumstances Seto wouldn�t find a reason to dislike her. Today however was the day he got his reason. She�d made him look weak in front of Magi with her stupid memo about not managing any art credits. Really, what kind of idiot couldn�t get art credits?
It was humiliating.
And not true. He�d taken cartooning in his freshman year. He said as much to the fair skinned woman and was rewarded with a small smile. Instantly his anger was gone. Damn her and her utterly serene nature. She brushed a strand of golden hair behind her ear while blue green eyes sparkled at him playfully. There was simply something about her that made all of her students�relax. (3)
�You�didn�t meet the course requirements.� She shrugged slightly. �I�m afraid you never turned in a final project. As you are required to have two credit in Arts and Humanities, and you have none, I�m going to make you an offer.�
�Let�s here it.� He put his best �business proposal� face on. She blinked at him mildly then laughed, a light tinkling sound.
�Please relax Kaiba-kun, I promise my offer won�t bite. You needn�t be so serious; your aura is quite dark as is.�
He sighed. Stupid hippies. �Of course Sensei Mystic. What is your offer?�
�I�ve talked to Sensei Magi-Gaia(4)-� Yet another hippie. �And she�s agreed to allow you into her Gourmet Foods class next semester which will assure you one humanities credit. In order to get the art credit I want you to act as my model for a select group of POP students. We will be studying the human form and the model I usually use is expecting and, though I think drawing the pregnant form would be educational I�m having a difficult time getting clearance from the school board.�
�You want me to be a model.�
�Yes.�
�And if I do it you�ll give me the credit.�
�Absolutely. And you needn�t worry about anything as I will hand select the students allowed in this class from an already select group. Only five or six will be admitted.�
�Will I be nude?� He kept his tone carefully neutral and bordering on clinical, as if he was explaining how his latest product worked to some of the partners in Kaiba Corp. Her smile grew slightly.
�Towards the end of the semester, yes, the nude form will studied. Surely this won�t be a problem for one as handsome and in shape as yourself.�
He should have said no and walked away. There was a lot of humiliation potential in this �offer� of hers and he didn�t want to risk that sort of thing. Then again only a few select students would know about it and he couldn�t argue out of this needing credits thing with Kido. The man was undaunted by even his most evil of glares because of all the New Age Touchy-Feely crap that filled his head.
�I�ll do it. When will you need me?�
�Last period on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Fridays, starting this Friday. You should dress casual, jeans and a t-shirt, and bring a book or work with you.�
�Won�t I need to be standing still?�
She laughed again and shook her head at him. �Only for a short time. After they get basic sketches of you down you should be able to move around some. They won�t be drawing you posed per se.�
Seto nodded then, with a respectful bow, left her office and began to walk through the art classroom. The art department was in the same building as the shop and technology departments, taking up the whole second floor of it. Mystic was the head of the department which explained the lack of�well, walls. Rather than individual classrooms there was one big open room that reminded him faintly of the gym, with sinks and metal cabinets lining the walls.
There seemed to be three cabinets in a group, each painted some bright cheerful color, and then a meter of space before a new group started. The desks were arranged in a circle within the confines of each cabinet group and painted in the same colors. In the middle of each circle was a desk, though in some cases a podium. He assumed that the teachers worked there and that drawing subjects went there.
Already students were filtering in and seemed to know exactly which �grouping� to go to. Teachers were taking out supplies and a soft buzz of conversation was beginning.
The open classroom idea seemed silly to him (increasing artist flow�) but arts in general seemed silly so perhaps it made sense in that fashion.
�What the hell are you doing up here Kaiba?� He looked up and turned to see his favorite dog, as the case was, frowning at him. Jou was holding a large brown envelope which was tied shut with reddish thread.

Be nice to him! Tell him your modeling for the art teacher, he loves art. He�ll think you�re deep! Do it!

�None of your business Mutt. Don�t you know not to butt into the affairs of your masters.�

Ugh. Fucktard. You�re a fucktard. I quit. Seto frowned. Could his inner voice�quit?

�I will never understand how you and Noa can be related, let alone twins. What was it, he got the personality and you got the psychical ability?�
Seto opened his mouth to tell Jou to got to hell, or something along those lines, when Sensei Mystic came bouncing over, long pale blue dress flowing after her.
�Ah, Katsuya, my favorite student.� Jou blushed and ducked his head, apparently forgetting about Seto. �Did you bring it?�
��Course.� He hastily opened the envelope and pulled out an easel. For a moment all Seto could see was the back. Then Jou flipped it around for Mystic to see and Seto couldn�t help but gasp.
It was an oil painting of a girl.
On one side she was standing in the bright sunlight, eyes open and a serene, inviting smile curving her lips. Two large wings, snowy white, extended behind her, one right above the other. She was dressed in translucent white and her hand was outstretched as if to say �Come to Me�. Her rust colored hair flowed around her face and a golden halo cast a soft glow on her. On the other side everything was cast in blue and black shadows, with a sliver of a �broken� crescent moon in the corner. Thick rust colored hair flew at all angles, untamed and whipping about in some invisible wind. A twisted horn adorned her head, along with half of a bone tiara. Her lips were curved into a smirk and her eyes were narrowed in the promise of pain. She was wearing a tight black dress, tattered and torn around the edges.
�Wonderful.� Mystic took it and effectively broke the spell it had cast upon Seto. �I�ll set it up for the Basic classes to see. Thanks again.�
�No prob.� The blond waved the woman off then turned to Seto with a scowl. �So moneybags lets hear how much you hate it and how you�ve seen better art at those fancy gallery openings I�m sure you go to.�
Seto wanted to tell him it was beautiful, way better than anything he�d ever seen at some �fancy gallery opening� and that he wondered who the girl was to�get so much out of Katsuya. Wanted to know how he could get something out of him.
He snorted. �You aren�t worth the time.� He walked past Jou, ignoring the baleful glare the teen shot him.

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1: Raji Draco = Red Eyes Black Dragon

2: Blaine and Blair Draco = Two of the four Blue Eyes White Dragons

3: Could it be that Ella Mystic is the Mystic Elf? Maybe?

4: Donna Magi-Gaia is the Dark Magician Girl and Derek�s sister. And married to Gaia apparently�
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