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My Bloody Valentine	By : KlebKat Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3782 -:- 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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My Bloody Valentine

By: K.L.E.B.KAT

Part: One of Four

For: REM�s Spring Fling Challenge at the Dragon�s Lair

Pairings: OC/Jonouchi, Seto/Jonouchi

Special thanks to: Ten-chan and Shardai

Rating: NC-17 (would be rated R if not for the Lemon)

Spoilers: None

Warnings: Uh, Morbid

Song: �My Bloody Valentine� is by Good Charlotte

Disclaimer: <..> *<--is sad cause she doesn�t own Yu-Gi-Oh! but she does have �The Young and the Hopeless� CD by Good Charlotte*.

Summary: Jonouchi has had many lovers in the past, and Seto is the latest one at his doorstep. Too bad Jonouchi already has a boyfriend, but Seto can fix that...just like he has �fixed� all of Jonouchi�s other boyfriends.

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Note�s: The teacher is modelled after Theresa Monsour�s Clean Cut bad guy. Have fun!!

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Lust: n. Intense longing for possession or enjoyment; passionate or lewd desire.

Lewd: n. Perverse, obscene.

>>Oh, my love, please don�t cry

>>I�ll wash my bloody hands

>>and we�ll start a knew life...

The notes filled Seto Kaiba�s body as he listened to the light hearted melody on his earphones, the ambiguous words to that melody repeating over and over as he silently sat in the back of the class room, doing vocabulary and other assignments that were due at the end of class.

Jealousy: n.1. Feeling of actuated envy or resentment, as of a more successful rival. 2. Proceeding from distrust. 3. Intolerant of rivalry.

He glanced up at his teacher as he looked in his general direction, faking the fact that he was listening to him. Mr. Michaels was an attractive, pale skinned man with jaw length winter blond hair and gray eyes in his mid twenties; but he was a total snooze,dly dly capable of keeping him entertained with any of the subjects that the class studied. I wish I could rip out his throat. It would make this stupid class more tolerable!

With a mental sigh, his thoughts turned to Yugi and his cheerlrs. rs. Anzu Mazaki, sitting in the front to his left, Yugi Mutou himself sitting three seats away in the second row, both anxiously taking notes from Mr. Lifeless. Honda Hitoro was somewhere in the back with him, probably thinking of ways to get Shizuka Kawaii, Jonouchi Katsuya�s younger sister, away from Duke Devlin.

Katsuya. An evil smirk twitched one corner of his pale lips up at the thought of the dog. Kaiba looked to the boy�s seat, but sadly, Jonouchi wasn�t here today. Shoot, I can�t give him his present.

Katsuya always seemed to be able to stay awake in Mr. Boring�s class (as Kaiba had become accustomed to calling the teacher). Never nodding off in class had been a dramatic change from the usual for Jonouchi. Kaiba had even overheard from one of Yugi�s cronies that Katsuya had picked up his grades, passing mostly of them.

But Jonouchi had been missing class once or three times a month on a regular basis recently. Now he hadn�t been present at school for several days and Kaiba couldn�t see it in himself to care less. Yugi and company weren�t worried, at least on the outside. Maybe he should ask Yugi--

Aw, hell, his curiosity had gotten the better of him and now he was staring at an enormous black blob of ink on his homework. Now he had to start all over.

�SETO KAIBA!� The words jarred him from all thoughts, making him jump slightly because all his concentration was in his head.

Pulling out his earphones and with indifference in his eyes, Seto looked up at Mr. Boring, who, of course, stared back. �Yes, sir?�

�Class is over, Mr. Kaiba, or did you not hear the bell with that loud, American music in your ears?� He placed his palm upward in his face, as if expecting the CEO to spit gum out from his mouth into his hand. �Home work, please.�

Seto turned his head away from the teacher, facing forward once again and now noticing that the classroom was deserted. �Hn, whatever.� He stood up and gathered the papers he was working on, shuffling them on the desk to straighten the edges. With a simple �here� Kaiba shoved the stack into his hands, quickly packing everything in his satchel.

�You may leave now, Seto.�

Kaiba shot his head up to look at Mr. Dull, not believing the audacity of the man to call him by his first name.

�But one more thing, I need to step out for a minute and Jonouchi Katsuya should be stopping by to get his missed assignments. I know you�re a busy boy, Seto, but could you stay until he gets here so he can get into the classroom?� The man folded his arms across his chest, waving one hand around in a gay fashion. �You know, the school policy is to lock the door when the teacher leaves the room.�

With a snort, Seto sat down and opened his satchel taking out a pile of paper that was clearly labeled as KaibaCorp paperwork. �Fine.�

A smile formed on his face, and he placed a hand on Kaiba�s shoulder, �Good. I won�t be long.�

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Seto was getting tired. It had been well over forty-five minutes and neither Jonouchi nor the teacher was at the door to relieve him. I got to get to the office soon! Where the hell are they?

Oh well, he had his music to entertain him. Seto allowed the catchy tune to draw him out of his persona, the lyrics forming as low whispers of song on his lips:

>>I don�t know much at all

>>I don�t know wrong from right

>>All I know is I love you...

>>Tonight...

>>TONIGHT....!!

A simple knock broke him out of his reality. The teacher, or maybe Jonouchi?

Kaiba stood up, his bones making a cracking sound. Note to self, don�t sit in the same position for more than twenty minutes.

The person at the door rattled it some more, causing Seto to cringe at the annoying sound. He sat his CD player to the side, stopping it and made another note to buy batteries for it.

�Come on, open up! I know some one�s in there! I saw you!� the person at the door barked, banging on the door louder.

Seto debated on whether he should just sit there and let Jonouchi make a dork out of himself, but the nagging at the back of his brain to get to his company was louder than any satisfaction he could receive from the dog whimpering at the door.

Giving in, Seto walked to the door. �Hold on.�
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