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DISCLAIMER: The official characters and elements of Yu-Gi-Oh: Duel Monsters belong to Kazuki TAKAHASHI, Yoshihiro TOGASHI, and Shuiesha, the publishers of Shonen Jump magazine; their rights to said elements are reserved. I, the author, have written this piece of fiction for noncommercial entertainment purposes--in other words, I won't make any money from this story. All rights to Ogenki Clinic and Urotsukidoji are reserved by their respective owners--and I have no desire to hold first serial rights to bad 1980s hentai. The rights to the characters and events of Blue Seed belong to Yuzo TAKADA, and his rights are reserved as well, as much as I like most of the characters. I only own the characters that don't belong to Messrs. Takahashi, Togashi, and Takada. The TAKARA name belongs to TAKARA CO. LTD. All other characters, elements, and titles belonging to companies/persons not noted in this disclaimer are their properties, and all rights are reserved by said entities. Is everyone clear? All I own is the story idea and the original characters. Thank you.

Chapter
Act One.

“My
brother graduated last year,” smiles a young man as he polishes
his glasses with his school jacket. “But you already knew that,
Zeni-chan.”

“Funny.
Your brother’s more skilled than you’ll ever be.”
Kinmura Zenime runs her delicate, pale fingers through her hair.

“The
point behind this is that we must carry on the tradition of
Discovery,” says a burly, muscular nineteen-year old.

“This
is true, Ishitani-san,” agrees the youth in the glasses, a
sedate personality named Aomori Kazuhiko. “And the Discovery
Panel has always been a group of five from the senior class.”

“So
we have to find a fifth senior.” Takara Senzo shrugs, then
downs his saucer of sake.

“It’s
never that simple. We can’t just pick some idiot looking for an
easy freshman fuck,” says Ishitani. “It’s not the
point of Discovery.”

“We
should enlist someone we trust; someone who understands us already.”
Zenime sighs.

Kazuhiko
smiles cannily. “Our candidate should be arriving momentarily.”

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Kaiba
Seto joins his classmates on the grass. “What do you idiots
want?” he says in his usual tone.

“Truthfully,
Kaiba-kun; we’ve been considering matters for a while,”
says Kazuhiko, “and--*”

Senzo
cuts Kazuhiko off. “It’s your time, Seto-kun.”

Seto
studies his acquaintances a moment. “I see. Unfortunately, the
four of you know I’m not a suitable candidate.”

“With
your connections, Kaiba; there’s no reason why you couldn’t
have met the requirement,” quips Ishitani.

“Actually,
the reason’s quite simple: I wasn’t trying. I don’t
want to be on the Discovery Panel.”

“We’ve
already discussed this, Kaiba. Aside from this small matter, you are
an ideal candidate,” says Kazuhiko.

Seto
raises an eyebrow.

Senzo
scowls. “Come on, Seto-kun! You’re the only one
left out of all of us. It’s your senior year.”

“I
won’t have the time. Unlike you, I actually have to see
to the day-to-day operations of my business.”

“Allow
me,” smirks Ishitani. “Do you really think your
stockholders are going to be pleased if they find you without an
heir? They’ll hire a prostitute to rape you if it means Kaiba
Corporation continues on.

“Unless
you plan on having Mokuba pick up your slack.” Ishitani grins
crudely.

“What’s
that supposed to mean?” Seto hisses.

Kazuhiko
sighs, blushing. “I hate to be the bearer of disturbing news,
but...your otouto is proficient in the carnal arts.”

“Nani!?
Uso da!” Seto’s eyes widen. “I don’t
believe you.”

“Last
year. Happened in middle school,” says Senzo. “The
furuyarou’s teaching on that subject finally paid off.”

Mokuba
and I will have a...discussion...when we are home. “So I’m
playing catch up, I suppose,” says Seto aloud.

Zenime
giggles. “It’s not a race. Seto: it’s an honor to
be a part of Discovery.”

Seto
scowls. “Choose someone else for your Fuckfest Panel.”

“Don’t
be so crude. You know you’re interested.”

“Oh?
Does it involve a game of Duel Monsters?”

“No,”
say the four classmates dourly, in unison.

Seto
stands up. “Then I’ll take my leave.”

“Sorry.
I’m putting my foot down.” Kazuhiko stands up as well,
closing the distance between himself and his schoolmate. “I
know where you live, Kaiba-kun. And more importantly...I know
about the Plushie.”

“Aomori...you
wouldn’t dare.”

“I’m
certain a certain group of juniors we both know would love to hear
about Mr. Crawford’s little gift to you, that you sleep with at
night, with a nightlight. Especially one particular zakou you
joke about.”

“The
nightlight was privileged information.”

“And
it will remain thus...if you join this year’s Discovery Panel.”

Seto
glares at the ground in defeat. “Whatever; if you need a fifth
that badly.” Shrugging, Seto leaves.

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Mokuba,
finishing his homework, notes an unusual--and unsettling--presence in
the room. Seto types at his laptop in the drawing room.

The
dark-haired boy closes his math book. “You’re usually at
work around this time.”

“Usually.”
Seto pauses from his work, standing up to stretch.

“So
did Kazuhiko have to trot out the nightlight to make you join the
Discovery Panel?” Mokuba admonishes.

Seto
scowls. “Yes. What of it?”

Mokuba
shakes his head bemusedly. “You never miss an opportunity to
miss an opportunity.”

“Because
I don’t throw my intimacy at the first cute girl I meet.”
Seto glares at his brother.

“I
should have known you’d say that. Are you really that angry
with me?”

“I’m
no prude. You’ve seen my hentai collection.”

“So
has Senzo-san. He approves.” Mokuba sighs. “At least now
you can finally make a move.”

“No;
I can’t. My motives will be suspect.”

Mokuba
smirks. “You could always sodomize Yugi first.”

“You’re
joking.” Seto stares dourly at his brother.

“You’re
right. There’s only one person for you. And this is your last
chance at her before she goes to New York to get her heart broken by
some American or French artiste.

“And
besides; it’s not like you haven’t initiated that sort of
thing with her before.”

“...it
never went anywhere.” Seto frowns boyishly. “She also has
feelings for Yugi.

“I’m
curious to Discover...if you can remain celibate this semester.”

“Ha.
Actually, I can. My girlfriend and her parents moved back to South
Korea. The parents...kind of caught us kissing.”

“That’s
all?”

“Hai.
They don’t know that I’d already crushed her delicate
blossoms.” Mokuba rolls his eyes. “I sometimes wonder
what our parents would have thought about all this.”

“You
mean our real parents or the business executive that made us
watch Ogenki Clinic with him every Friday?”

“Ogenki
Clinic is a classic.”

“Forgive
me; I don’t find badly-drawn thirty-something sluts and talking
penises arousing.”

“No;
your collection’s more like Ishitani’s: consensual,
hardcore, and with underage girls.”

“I
had tried tentacles when I was fourteen, but it got old fast.”

“So
you’re on the Panel.” Mokuba grins. “I’m so
proud.

“Don’t
give up on her.”

Seto
tousles his brother’s black mane as he heads back to his
laptop.

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“Who
are the candidates for Discovery?” asks Kazuhiko.

Zenime
smiles. “I want Honda.”

“That
fits into my plans; but I don’t think Honda’s your type,”
Ishitani muses.

“What
kind of plans, Ishitani?” Seto scowls.

“A
cute freshman that Honda likes. I need the Finhead out of my way so I
can make my move.”

“An
excellent choice, Ishitani. As for yours, Zeni: I had someone else
for you in mind,” Kazuhiko smiles cryptically.

“Who
is Ishitani’s choice?” continues Seto. “The Panel
doesn’t keep secrets from each other.”

“Kawai
Shizuka,” Ishitani answers.

“She’s
a sweet person; unsuited to the likes of you.”

“It
doesn’t matter if you think Ishitani’s not suitable to
initiate Discovery,” says Kazuhiko calmly. “Ishitani will
observe the rules. He’s the most experienced of us.”

“I’ve
been waiting for this moment five years. It could have been four, but
someone got me expelled.”

“Someone
tried to pound Takara’s face in during freshman year,”
quips Seto in kind.

“Takara
Senzo likes his face.” Senzo pouts pitifully, with trembling
lower lip.

“Please
quit speaking in the third person, Takara-san,” scowls
Kazuhiko. “As for you, Kaiba-kun: don’t worry
about Shizuka. Ishitani will make Discovery beautiful for her.”

Seto
sighs. “I just don’t want to hear the zakou make
idle threats. He can be very annoying when he’s worried about
his imouto.”

“You
mean she’s Jounouchi’s sister? Cool. It’s always
more fun when there’s an older brother around.

“Besides,
what’s Katsu-chan going to do to me: whip out his Red
Eyes Black? I was never the weakling Ushio was.”

“I’m
just warning you to tread carefully,” says Seto. “Kawai’s
only fifteen.”

“I
was only thirteen when I lost mine,” Ishitani shrugs.

“I
mean that you shouldn’t make the mistake of breaking the girl’s
heart. What she chooses to do with you is no business of mine.”
Seto leaves.

Ishitani
scoffs. “Hopefully he gets enough nerve to fuck Mazaki this
year. Last shot and all.”

“I’m
not sure he will. Ever since Kaiba-san’s Battle City tournament
ended,” Zenime adds, “he’s been different.”

“Yeah.
And it’s not little Mutou or the Old Man,” says Senzo.
“At least I don’t think it’s the Old Man.”

“I
must confess something, Zenime. I wanted Honda to myself,”
blushes Kazuhiko.

“Isn’t
it strange that we’re all gunning after Kaiba’s friends?”
muses Ishitani. “Why not just gang on him ourselves?”

“Because
he’s a senior. Besides, having him Discover someone is far more
effective at making him squirm.

“Remember:
the purpose of Discovery is in fact an educational process for our
candidates and the Panel. That’s the only reason our sensei
look the other way.”

“I
know. Both our older brothers were on the Panel. I won’t screw
this up for Domino.”

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Seto
watches Anzu’s dance practice.

I
still remember...the feel of her against me. I know how athletic her
thighs are....

Except
that it didn’t...really...happen.

The
dance practice ends. Anzu grabs a towel and heads to the dressing
room to change.

Standing
in the doorway, Seto grips the girl’s wrist gently; studying
Anzu a moment. His thumb strokes the back of Anzu’s hand as he
tries to conjure memories of a moment in time unspoken between them.

Do
you remember? Does what didn’t happen still haunt your thoughts
from time to time, Mazaki?

Anzu
blushes under Seto’s steady gaze. “...anou....
Excuse me, Kaiba-senpai.” She squeezes her schoolmate’s
hand reassuringly--not knowing why--and moves past him to the
dressing room.

I
see. She’s chosen to pretend that what didn’t really
happen never happened.

It
doesn’t change the fact that it did...yet didn’t...happen.

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Shizuka
opens her locker, putting her books inside to conclude the school
day. She feels a faint, unsettling pressure on her buttocks from a
strong set of fingers.

The
girl turns to identify her groper, catching a glimpse of a tall,
muscular young man with a faint smirk on his lips.

“You’re
cute,” he mouths silently as he leaves.

Shizuka
blushes, her body tingling with a strange excitement. “What...was
that all about?” she muses aloud. “High school...really
is different.”

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“I’ve
been picked!” squeals Fumiko, her brown eyes shining with
delight.

Anzu
and Miho stare at her quizzically. Shizuka quietly eats her meal.

“Don’t
you know what this means?” The happy girl grips Miho’s
hand.

Miho
thinks a moment. “...oh! Picked!” She rummages through
her purse. “You’ll need this.” Miho hands Fumiko a
package.

“Perhaps
my brain just moved here from Kyushu,” says Anzu, “but
what does it mean to be ‘picked’?”

“To
be quite blunt, it means sex with a senior,” smiles Miho.

Fumiko
squeals again. “He’ll be wonderful....”

Anzu
notes Shizuka, who stops eating to stare at her food. “Shizu-kun,
daijobu na?” she asks.

“Anou...?
Oh, I’m fine,” Shizuka answers.

“You
sure?”

Shizuka
nods, and continues eating.

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Seto
opens his leather-bound manga, preparing to read during the
afternoon study period.

He
notes a shadow over him. “Sit down, zakou. What do you
want?”

“I
take it you’re on the Panel this year,” says Jounouchi.

“And
if I am, what of it?” scowls Seto.

“Wanted
to give you a heads up. All of the younger girls have been
fantasizing about you since you were a sophomore.”

“As
if I cared.”

“I
knew you wouldn’t notice, wrapped up in work and all. Say,
Kaiba: has Ishitani made any moves on Shizuka?”

“Not
to my knowledge.”

“Has
he announced any plans to do so? I’ve seen him ogling her
during Kuwabara-sensei’s English class.”

Seto
flips to the next page of his book.

Jounouchi
pulls the book down, forcing Seto to face him. “I don’t
like it.”

Seto
stares at Jounouchi glacially. “I can’t say.”

“I’ll
take that as a ‘yes’. Ishitani had better watch his
step.”

“You’re
assuming he’s on the Panel.”

“Of
course he’s on the damn Panel. He usually has three girlfriends
a year. I don’t want my sister as another notch on his belt.

“Or
Aomori either. That guy’s a snake.”

“I’ve
known Aomori since my freshman year. He’s not as bad as that.
And Ishitani never hurts girls.

“However,”
continues Seto, returning to his manga, “he will pound
you into mild, flavorless wasabi paste if you cross him. Now
get out of my light.”

“Oh;
have you bought the sun?”

“Not
yet. I’m still in negotiations with God.” Seto rolls his
eyes.

“Hai.
See you around, Kaiba.” Jounouchi leaves.

Seto
returns to his manga. “Idiot.”

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“Did
you get a note in your locker this morning, Kawai-kun?”
Ishitani asks.

“Yes,
I did. How did you know my name?” says Shizuka, taking out the
unopened envelope.

“You’re
in this English class, remember? Open it.”

“Okay.”
Shizuka obeys, reading it aloud. “This is funny. ‘You’re
invited to a party. Kiss Ishitani Yoshikatsu to respond.’

“I’m
not interested in a party at present, but here’s one for
effort.” Shizuka pulls Ishitani down, pecking him on the cheek.

“At
least I got your attention,” Ishitani smiles.

“You
did.” Shizuka leans toward his ear. “Could you do me a
favor and not fondle me again?”

“...I’ll
try. It’s just that I’m so fond of you.”

“While
I’m sure this is a wonderful discussion, Ishitani-san,”
says the English teacher, Kuwabara, “I’d appreciate it if
you and Kawai-san would quit blocking the doorway so I can start
class.”

“No
problem.” Ishitani and Shizuka move toward their desks, letting
the redhead through.

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Tsukiyama
Kenji, a math teacher at Domino, furtively picks up five
cream-colored envelopes from the principal’s open briefcase. He
carefully steams each envelope open with the tea kettle in the
teachers’ lounge.

The
math teacher reads the contents of each envelope, making five
photocopies of the letters. Afterwards, he puts each letter back the
way he found it inside the envelopes. Tsukiyama then returns the
resealed envelopes to the principal’s briefcase; moves back to
his table and lunch, and puts away his contraband copies--pondering
his next move with a small smile.

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Author’s
Notes:

What
is Discovery? Basically, an unwritten school tradition where five
Domino High seniors deflower virgins of their choosing...more or
less.

As
for the Plushie Seto apparently owns in this story: it’s a Blue
Eyes Toon Dragon.

“Ushio”
is a reference to the bully Jou-jou and Honda used to work for back
when they were bullying Yuugi. [it’s in YGO-“zero hour”
aka YGO’s first season. Yami-Yuugi defeated him in a really
creepy way.]

Finally...who
is this math teacher?

Find
out next time. For now: review. I hope you did enjoy.

:)
Stoner Sunshine :)
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