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Some Kind of Monster	By : KimyouTeki Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2440 -:- 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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KimyouTeki: Hello again!
Crimson2006: "Just exactly what the hell was Ryou doing all that time he was gone?"
KT: I actually have a story planned that would be all about where Ryou went and what he did, but I don't know if/when I'll get around to writing it. Ryou won't be talking about his trip anytime soon.
Crimson2006: "BTW... was that Seto at the end of the chapter... me thinks it was!!! XD"
Seto: It could've been ANY tall, slim, blue-eyed, teenage CEO! (turns away and discreetly hugs a Jouno plushie)
KT: Glad you're also reading Baku, Ra, to Ringu, Crimson2006. I've got a few other stories that I hope to repost here in the future. In the meantime, I hope you'll keep reading and reviewing.

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So be it
Threaten no more
To secure peace is to prepare for war
So be it
Settle the score
Touch me again for the words that you'll hear evermore...

Don't Tread on Me

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Deep down they must know that we're beyond help.
Jouno rubbed the dust out of his eyes with his free hand. His other hand was hefting a manila folder holding a sheaf of papers-- notes he'd jotted down while in the hospital. His head hurt, especially behind his eyeballs. The voices of the other patients were still echoing in his mind, but at least he was free now. Four days had passed.
He couldn't stop thinking about the movie One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, and that scene from Psycho where Norman Bates describes how dreadful one of those places was.
They were so right.
Jouno Wheeler had lied his way out. He told the counselor what he knew the old fart wanted to hear, and promised to strictly adhere to his medication/psychotherapy schedule. Yeah, those things were so helpful.
Truth was, Jouno felt worse than ever. His dreams were still fucked up-- just the night before, he'd dreamed of strangling and raping Serenity. The night before that, he'd dreamed of molesting Mokuba in front of Kaiba as an attempt to seduce him into a threesome.
Reaching the curb, he looked up and down the street. The mental health facility he'd just been discharged from was a vast complex nestled somewhere between Domino City and Tokyo. The buildings boxed in with wrought-iron gates were the only buildings in sight, surrounded by overgrown fields with clusters of trees here and there.
Jouno took in a deep breath of fresh air and sighed it out, then ambled over in the direction of the bus stop nearby.
He heard an engine approaching and looked up as a lavender limousine pulled alongside him.
Jouno thought he might vomit. What kind of candy-ass narcissist would drive such a vehicle?
He soon found out. The shiny black window rolled down and Jouno found himself face to face with the androgynous piece of Euro-trash himself.
He smiled. "Salutations, Herr Vheeler."
Jouno heard footsteps approaching quickly and looked up to see a big burly guy in a black uniform, sporting black sunglasses. Jouno recoiled in anticipation of being hit or grabbed, but the guy stopped short of laying a hand on him and opened the door. The guy was Schroeder's chauffeur.
"Vy don't ve have a talk, Herr Vheeler?" His facial expression was a little too Come Hither for Jouno's comfort.
He arched a brow, feeling a sheen of sweat at his hairline. "And vat-- what would we talk about?"
"Vy, your new career at Schroeder Corp, of course."

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Bakura stared at the clock over the mantel.
It was 2:30. Only one more hour 'til Ryou got home.
Bakura milled around the house, not going anywhere, not doing anything.
He gravitated into the kitchen and sat at the table, resting his chin in his hand.
There was nothing to do but wait for Ryou. What the hell else was there?
The phone rang and Bakura jumped. Blushing, he looked around, half-expecting, half-hoping Ryou would be standing in the doorway, chuckling at how cute he could be.
Great. Just great. I don't wanna be stuck talking to some asshole!
Nonetheless, he hopped out of his seat and jogged over to the only phone he knew how to use, the ugly green one in the hallway.
"Mushi Mushi." What the hell ya want, Asshole?
"Hi, Bakura. It's been awhile."
Bakura's breath caught in his throat, and a heat crept up his face. "Malik."
"I'm kinda glad you answered instead of Ryou. How's he doing?"
"He's fine. When are you coming back?"
"Well, that's why I'm calling. We're at the airport right now."
"Do you need someone to come get you and Mariku?" Bakura said that with more energy than he'd meant to.
"No, we're about to board the flight home. Mariku and I should get there later tonight. Do you think you and Ryou might wanna get together?"
"Ryou is very busy these days."
"Oh... Then, why don't you come, Bakura? We'd really love to see you."
Bakura felt a twinge in the area of his scrotum. His face got even hotter as he sat down to catch his breath.
"Okay. I'll try to get away."
"Meet us at the clubhouse about 9 o'clock. Sound good?"
Bakura nodded.
"... Bakura? You there?"
"Um, yes. I'll be there tonight."
"Okay, good." His voice seemed to take on a sensual tone: "Can't wait to see you, Thief."

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Jouno sweatdropped. "Playing videogames is a career now?"
He laughed, "No, no, Herr Vheeler. Vy vaste your talents on such small pursuits?"
"Then, what do you want me for?"
Schroeder brought something out of his lapel pocket and held it up. It was a small plastic disc. Jouno knew it contained a game program.
"My best men have studied this, Herr Vheeler, and none of them could decipher the strange language you put in my new game."
Jouno crossed his arms, smirking. "So that's it."
Jouno had test-played a few games while there to interview for the job, and one had malfunctioned. Jouno had jumped in and fixed it when he became annoyed with the technician's slowness.
"The code I typed in is a language called eHawk. None of your techies know it because I invented it."
Schroeder's eyes widened, his lips curling into a smile.
"You want me to program games for you, don't you?"
"You'll have a very bright future with Schroeder Corp, Herr Vheeler. You'd be a fool to say no."
Jouno closed his eyes. "Well, what I say depends..."
"On vat?"
He opened his eyes, his smile widening. "It depends on how much you'll pay me."

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Bakura pushed the cleaned plate away and stood from the dinner table.
"I'm going out", he said, mustering his trademark bravado.
Ryou didn't look up from his meal. "That's fine."
Bakura watched him eat, disappointed that he'd not tried to make Bakura stay. It was a completely nonsensical feeling; the truth was, he wanted to get away from Ryou for awhile. If Ryou had tried to stop him, an argument would've ensued and escalated, and Bakura had not yet healed from the previous fight.
After he was sure Ryou was done talking, he turned and walked away nice and slow, giving Ryou every chance. Ryou didn't take it.
His footsteps were small and slow, accentuated with a slight limp.
The cab was already waiting outside.
Bakura would not admit it, but he felt excited by the prospect of seeing Malik and Mariku again. He'd always treated the Egyptian bishies like trash stuck to the sole of his shoe, but they'd turned out to be great friends. He wouldn't admit that, either.
Leaning back in the cab, he let his eyes drift closed and was instantly lost in thoughts of lavender eyes and bronze skin, and kissing two pairs of Egyptian lips.
Opening his eyes, he sat up, frowning. Although he and Ryou were not romantically involved (and Ryou had made it clear he had no wish for any such thing), Bakura still felt as if he were about to cheat on Ryou by seeing Malik.
But I need him... I need to see a friendly face for a change.

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Jouno could not remember where he'd heard or read it-- a movie, or a Stephen King novel, maybe. Someone had once compared mentally ill people to cancer patients-- they had good days and bad days.
He unlocked his apartment and it was stark black inside, but it didn't bother him a bit. He strode in and flipped on the lights, tossing his manila envelope on the counter on his way to the couch, where he sat and removed his shoes and socks.
In his front coat pocket was a check for twenty thousand dollars, incentive from Schroeder. Jouno was now Schroeder Corp's new star employee.
Turning on the stereo, he cranked up Metallica's Unforgiven.
How apt.
He leaned back, closed his eyes, and conjured up a mental image of Kaiba's piercing blue eyes as he undid his jeans and began to masturbate, something he'd not been comfortable doing at the hospital.
Kaiba... You think you're the genius at games, the untouchable intellect. You don't know what I'm capable of-- you never tried to find out. By the time you get your head out of your ass, it'll be too late. I'll bury you and your precious corporation.
Smiling and shuddering in delight, he came to his fantasy of destroying Kaiba.

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