Gettin' Bi Mai

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NEWS: I have some huge announcements to share about the future of my fanfiction but don’t worry! It’s nothing bad! So you can take your sweet time and enjoy Chapter 11. See you at the end!


Australian slang in this chapter you may not know: FIGJAM : A acronym for Fuck I’m Great, Just Ask Me


*Grab a snack and gather ye all, for Mother Mizu has a story to tell*


Chapter 11

“DON’T YOU TELL ME TO FUCKING CALM DOWN!” snarled Mai into her phone with tears brimming her eyes. Then in blind rage, she kicked her purple Chinese-styled pump off her foot, which sailed across the room and hit the wall with a loud bang. It had left a three inch dark streak on the pristine white wall décor and narrowly missing the adjacent glass pane of the window. “You weren’t there, Varon.”

“Hell, I don’t have to be there! I had already predicted this shit would happen, which was why I told you to deep six that fruit loop! So don’t you get all pissy with me, as I am already deadset on tellin you, ya get no sympathy from me.”

The blond female stood rigid then and finally collapsed on the floor, her back against the bed. Not knowing what else to do, she began to sob. “Onegai, Varon, onegai. I have no one else to turn to. No one else! Ever since…” Mai purposely trailed off, sniffling to skip the next set of words. “It’s like I’m being replaced.”

The harsh snort that immediately followed had Mai to frown. She could practically hear the smirk permeating from the receiver.

“So Seto ‘up himself’ Kaiba has gotten ya spewin’ like a volcano, has he?”

“So you know about that.” Mai acknowledged, not sure now if she wanted to continue this conversation.

“Meh, drama in the morning becomes old news by the end of the day, senpai. How come you didn’t tell me your blond shit stick had broken the engagement? You always wanted to tell me about everything else.”

“Well as you always put it, Varon, it was none of your ‘bizzo’.”

“Why give me a ringer then? I already told you, I didn’t give a shit.”’

“Because you’re the only one I can trust now. And--“

“Saa, so you decide to lower yourself to the second rate crowd, ne? Can’t be fig jam if you’re missing the main ingredient, stop me if I’m guessing.”

The blonde’s purple eyes glint in frustration. “Look, I’m not giving up on Kats and me.”

“I’m hanging up.”

“No wait!” screamed Mai, desperately clenching onto the phone and holding her breath, waiting. The silence seemed to drag on and the blonde began to pull the phone away from her face with a sigh.

“So? Why should I wait?”

“Varon.” Mai breathed out with relief and she quickly got up. “I told you, you’re the only one I can depend on, so I need your help.”

“After you tell me to mind my own bizzo?!”

“No, Varon, honey, OUR bizzo.” The devious woman said into the phone with a coo. There was a long pause before a defeated sigh tickled Mai’s ear and she smiled.

“God-da--I really don’t see what I can possibly do to save your pointless romance with the blond donger.”

“Just say you’re in and leave the rest to me.“

“But-“

“Please, Big V.” purred Mai as she slowly sunk onto her bed.

“Hn, and here I thought I was already on my way to the crazy house when I picked up the damn phone.”

“Well what do you want? Just name it.”

Another pause.

Twisting a lock of blonde hair with her finger, Mai smirked. Despite the Australian’s man inner battles, she knew she had him wrapped around her slender digits tighter than any strand of hair. There was really no concern on how exactly he would ultimately come to a resolve, as long as he came to one. “Well?”

“My producer.”

“Pardon?” Mai quizzically asked.

“My producer is a bloody idiot and can’t fucking mix a beat worth shit. Hell, he can’t even mix a batch of Kool-aid while we’re on the subject.”

Mai gave an abrupt giggle before she could stop herself. “Awe is that why you always get such ‘mixed’ revie…?” The blonde quickly bit her lip, hoping she didn’t say too much to piss the other off.

“And again, I’m hanging up.”

“Varon.” Mai called out with a stern voice. “Don’t get all upset, I will be more than happy to put you on with a producer. That’s pretty easy since…”

“Yeah, yeah because you have platinum status, blah blah, who-the-fuck-cares blah. I bet you don’t even have a plan yet. You’re just letting your fun hole do the talking as usual.”

And again, another pause, but this time, Mai-induced.

“Heh, I knew it.”

“Shut up! You better be thinking how to get your ass closer to me and considering YOUR status, I’m sure it’s not hard to clear your busy schedule!”

“Ah, but it’s because of my ‘busy schedule’ that I’m already one step ahead of you. It was supposed to be a surprise, but, eh.”

“What surprise?”

“Well contrary to YOUR popular belief, this junior isn’t doing that bad for himself. Especially since me and my band have been offered the gig of being the opening act for such a reputable group such as Shattered Dreams.”

It didn’t take long for Mai to get over the initial shock and she began to grin, a wicked grin. “The opening act, you say.”

“It’s been booked solid.”

Mai began to bounce on her bed like a lovesick teenager, all over again. That proved it, if things were already working out so perfectly, Jounouchi was meant to be hers and she’ll just have to make the misguided rock star accept that. Giggling now, the devious blond licked her lips and seductively purred into the phone. “Well how about you meet me at the airport when I arrive. It’s truly been a very, very long time.”


**


With a sigh, Jounouchi rolled his eyes for the millionth time and resumed on in staring blankly at Kyo’s beauty mark that he didn’t bother to notice until now. It was sitting right in the middle of the producer’s forehead, making him look like some sort of Japanese Indian or some other human hybrid that just wasn’t common. And what amused him about the unique mark the most was how it seem to shift every time Kyo would do expressions, particularly angry expressions which consisted him of furrowing his brows.

“KATS ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME!?” The producer screeched, his face severely contorted into the most vicious snarl.

Oh yeah, that kind of angry expression.

The blond suppressed a snicker as he watched the mark drastically shift down the middle so it was directly between the eyes. It looked like Kyo had performed the ultimate miracle and survived a shot to the head.

“WHAT!?”

Not at all affected by the outburst, Jounouchi gave a shrug, leaning into the plush sofa of his hotel suite. “You know, you could really fool a lot of people playing dead.”

Kyo gave an exasperated sigh and plopped next to the arrogant rock star who had been bringing him great fortune over the past five years –and knew it. “Kats, I’m begging you. Please be serious for one moment, just ONE MOMENT! You’re digging yourself into an early grave in this business by acting so foolishly.”

“An early grave?!” Jounouchi guffawed, sitting straight up again. “All because I have a boyfriend now?”

“It’s not that cut and dry.” Kyo tried to reason.

“The hell it isn’t! Ever since I announced my relationship with Kaiba, YOU as well as the rest of my beloved management team has given me so much grief over it! And for what? Because I wasn’t gay already?”

The blond bit his lip at that last statement. A bit too drastic for his taste but even without the painfully sexy brunet by his side, he couldn’t just throw caution to the wind.

“If being gay was really that big of a problem, then this band was doomed from the time Satoru first walked up to me and said,” Pausing for a second, the blond commenced to rolling his head around, putting the lisp into his speech. “Darlin’, with dat smexy voice, dis band is gonna be, FABOLOUS. Then with another pause, the blond flicked his wrist. “Mmm an’ by da way, nice ass.”

Kyo lifted his eyebrow at the perfect demonstration. “Well damn, you really did have it in you. Hmmm and all this time…”

The blond immediately snorted, crossing his arms and looking the other way. “Whatever, dude. Dat wasn’t mah point.”

Kyo gave a half smile before pinching the bridge of his nose to ease the incoming headache. “I know, but, that’s not the problem Kats. You can’t just look at it from your point of view. You’ve been together with Mai for five years.”

Snorting,Jounouchi dramatically shifted in his seat. He really didn’t want to be reminded of constant failure and of wasting his precious time, when he could have been doing Kai—er something else. FUCK! Where did that random, off the top, thought come from?! How in the hell could he even be dwelling on something that wasn’t even an option five years ago? The bothered rock star gave a low groan.

Mistaking the groan for reluctance of having to hear Mai’s name, Kyo pressed on. “You’ve proposed to her—IN A CONCERT, about four years into the relationship and now, suddenly, you decided to drop this media bomb that was the size of the atomic bomb over Hiroshima? Can you NOT see how that could cause trouble? When it comes to status, it’s all about the timing and impact of how you express yourself to society. Those people determine your success, Kats and you’ve probably lost some of your fanbase by that one conference. I mean, look at the women who had been scorned by a secretly bi-lover, men who looked up to YOU because you’re not like Satoru or Kuroki, and people, in general, who believed in a faithful relationship and marriage.”

“And what about the people who have been scared to come out of the closet but might have the courage to come out now? Or the people, dare I say it, didn’t care for my relationship with Mai?”

“Well...”

“When I dueled and lost, I’ve gained knowledge. Back during my gang days, when I’ve lost respect for helping another, I…” Abruptly, Jounouchi paused at the now painful memory. He couldn’t help but wonder what Yugi and the others were doing. “I’ve, somehow gained some damn good gang of friends.”

“But Kats…”

“For somethin’ dat is lost, in exchange, somethin’ is gained. Isn’t dat how society works, Mr. Sociologist?” Jounouchi retorted and not expecting an answer, the blond continued. “But it really saddens meh dat I’m ta be judged over somethin’ dat’s not anyone’s gahdamn business. I work damn hard ta get where I am and I got here because obviously, I can do what’s required of meh. If people can’t stay focus on why I exist ta them in da first place, then dat’s their problems and low-esteem.”

Chuckling and knowing it was time to take his leave, Kyo stood up. He couldn’t say that Jounouchi hadn’t grown on him after all of this time; in fact, the blond was considered a son—over the three needy daughters that he had at home, but a son none the less. “Ah, but you see, Kats, that is NOT how society works. And, if you continue to think that way in your career, pretty soon, you’ll be nursing your own low self- esteem, accompanied with a side of suicidal urges.”

Jounouchi scoffed but said nothing, even when the producer gave him a hearty pat on the back before continuing.

“Even high society has to know their place. No one is better than anybody because if you look at it, we are all at each other’s mercy. Now hurry and refresh yourself, the concert is in about two hours since you guys had taken a phenomenal long time with creating MORE controversy at that photo shoot.”

Oh yes, that damned photo shoot.

As the producer made his exit, Jounouchi sighed and laid fully on the couch as if he were going to tell some invisible shrink all about his apparent identity crisis. Satoru may had thought that the blond was acting like a Grammy award-winning actor but the ‘straight’ rock star was doing things to a guy that, ok, ok, why not, at least, admit it to himself, that he had always wanted to try. A curiosity that had actually dated as far back to his days in high school, but unlike most curious teenagers, he just didn’t go around automatically searching for men and their assholes. Hell, with all the homo influence, namely his best friend Honda and Otogi, it would’ve been much easier to raise the dead than NOT to be at least curious about it.

But Jounouchi fucked up, oh, he had fucked up bad, literally digging his own grave when he decided to lay eyes on the handsome CEO/bully, in a way, that was totally opposite from the sheer hatred that they both had shared. Jounouchi couldn’t help but blame Kaiba for his self-destructive thoughts because the brunet had to make it a point to ALWAYS be in his face, ALWAYS torturing him, just ALWAYS THERE. And, as a result, Kaiba, rather he realized it or not, made himself out to be the most perfect candidate for untold fantasies. Which were perfectly harmless since Jounouchi would always swore, up and down, that he will never, EVER consider the brunet to be anything more than the anti-Christ. The blond wasn’t supposed to be TEMPTED which was why Mai, coming into his life, was all too perfect. She was just the most adequate solution to the problem. Fuck, he had counted on that bitch to make him forget everything.

Yet the moment Jounouchi had held Kaiba’s slender form in his arms and took part in their first kiss, the blond had inadvertently set a date to his own funeral-- it had killed him. Jounouchi’s idle mind, like so many times before, went back to graduation day.

~*~ Flashback ~*~

“Mutt? Thought you’d be gone by now…”

Jounouchi violently jumped, almost dropping the lighter. He spun around to look into unusually self-conscience blue eyes. “Kaiba.” He sneered out. “If there’s one person I won’t miss. Here ta be an asshole fer da last time?”

The brunet stared for a moment as if contemplating on whether or not to say something just as endearing, but then, he just settled in closing his eyes and leaning against the adjacent locker to the blond’s. “I didn’t come here to argue…Jounouchi. There’s something I’ve been meaning…and wanting to tell you…”

~*~ End Flashback~*~

The blond frowned, shifting further into the cushions. “Hm, and what was it dat ya wanted ta tell meh, beautiful?”

“Wow, you sure aren’t much on downtime are you buddy? Already plotting to piss the poor guy off again? Heh, never pictured you to be a sadist.”

Rolling his eyes and getting up, Jounouchi irritably replied, “I didn’t do anythin’. Satoru was da one who fucked it up this time.”

“Did he?” Kuroki incredulously asked, cocking his head to the side. “If I’m not mistaken, it was you that turned the set into Playboy goodness.” With a chuckle, the drummer lazily took a seat beside his annoyed band mate.

“After this tour, ya really need ta take a vacation from Aomori.” Jounouchi warily stared at the light blond beside him. “Seriously, ya starting ta sound more and more like his puppet.”

Kuroki gave another chuckle at that and took his well-worn drum sticks from his back pocket. “And what if I want to be, strings attached?” Not expecting an intelligent answer, the drummer began lightly tapping on the coffee table in front of him, letting the rhythm take place for the lack of conversation.

“Y-ya have a crush on…?”

Staring in disbelief with his steely gray eyes, Kuroki retorted. “Is it really that much of a surprise to you?”

The blond nervously laughed, raking a hand through his hair. “Well, uh, yeah. I mean, ya would hardly show any signs dat ya cared. Satoru would bring men home all da time and ya would just sit there, encouragin’ him, if not, askin’ ta watch.”

“That’s because I was secretly hoping that I could join, if you can catch my drift.” Kuroki said with a snort, and began making beats with his wooden tools again. “But considering recent events, expecting you to catch anything would be asking too much.”

“I had jus always considered ya guys like family, da brothas I’ve never had, and well, ya know, ya havin’ a crush on Satoru is like, well um, incest.” Jounouchi reasoned, leaning back into the couch once more. “And dude, dat’s jus wrong.”

Kuroki tsked in pity at the blond’s apparent ‘mental illness’. “You know what your problem is, Kats? You have expectations for shit that only exist in your head. What I feel for Satoru is nothing logical, yet you feel, you can justify me?”

Jounouchi stared for a moment before giving a causal shrug. “Yeah and I’m judgin’ dat it’s gonna be awkward as hell from here on out.”

“Kats you’re not getting it!” Kuroki abruptly stood up, letting his drum sticks clatter over the glass table in front of him. He then stared at the other in silence, noticing the hazel eyes were trying to focus at anything other than him. “No, I was right before. You get it, you’ve always had gotten it. I just don’t get it though. Why are you continuing to struggle so much to hang on to what’s really a lie about yourself? I honestly thought you would have come to your senses by now. Satoru was right about a lot of things at that photo shoot but he was also wrong about one thing and, you and I both know, what he was wrong about."

The blond rolled his eyes.

“Dude, c’mon! You remind me of a cheater on Maury, right before he goes under the lie detector test.” Kuroki calmly retorted, despite the irritation in his voice. He just as coolly gathered up his sticks to leave. “You have two choices and ONLY two choices. Either face the truth or let the truth slap you in the face. All that’s happened today was just the tip of the iceburg, you know.”

Sprawling out in boredom over his place on the couch, Jounouchi snickered. “Man, what the fuck is up with all these damn lectures today?” As if he hasn’t stressed it enough, he was tired of EVERYONE getting into his business, everyone except Kaiba—and considering that the constant bitching and moaning was about the brunet, one would think that the hostile CEO would have a lot more things to say then what he had. However, Kaiba was no longer the big, arrogant, blue-eyed dragon who just have to be the center of everyone’s awe, hatred, and fear, but instead, a modest, very laid-back, blue-eyed chameleon who would much rather blend into his surroundings rather than, being noticed or even heard. It troubled Jounouchi that such a drastic change in personality and behavior seem to derive from, not much say, maturity but from…low self-esteem.

~*~ Flashback ~*~

“Why are you so excited?”

Jounouchi froze and turned away. “Uh, I dunno. I guess I’m just…curious ta know what kind a life ya lived away from Domino…heh if we suppose ta make dis thing work…I gotta know more about ya, right?”

This thing. The blond actually sounded sincere.

“Yeah…right.” The brunet smiled a bit when the blond wasn’t looking at him. “I must warn you though…my life isn’t all that interesting like yours. No one really knows who I am much anymore except the occasional, “Hey, it’s the rich guy” thing.”

~*~ End Flashback~*~

Now, frowning deeper in thought, the young rock star propped his elbows upon his knees and rested his chin over the interlock of his fingers. What or who could have possibly slain the dragon known as Seto Kaiba for it to come to that? The blond slowly took a fleeting look at his watch. Maybe, he could at least pay the CEO one last visit before the show to clear the air, and hopefully, his mind. Jounouchi never noticed Kuroki shaking his head at him, in pity nor did he hear the audible click of door, as it firmly shut in its finality.


**


Satoru bit his lip in slight frustration as he rolled around on top of the dark blue comforter of his circular-shaped bed that strategically sat in the middle of his bedroom suite. His green eyes couldn’t help but glint attentively at the lone, solemn silhouette hunched over at balcony to his right. However, only after a few minutes of such pitiful sightseeing, the guitarist couldn’t stand it any longer. Usually this kind of silence from the CEO was enjoyable when Jounouchi did it, but being in the center of it all himself, it was downright excruciating.

Aw, c’mon, Se-chan, please come to bed.”

In response, Kaiba sighed, finally lighting the cigarette he had drooping from his mouth for quite some time. “You haven’t called me that in years.”

Grinning, Satoru shifted around again on the cushy mattress until he eventually sat up and leaned on his hands and knees. “And it used to always make you smile eve if it did annoy you.”

“Hmph, like I really have much to smile about these days”, the brunet scoffed, irritably flipping the top of his Zippo lighter back and forth in soft clicks.

The guitarist eyed the familiar yet different object in the other’s hand before scrambling off the bed and making languid steps toward the melancholy brunet. Upon arrival, Satoru leaned against the banister and began to think for a moment while admiring the distant blank gaze of the other through his peripheral vision. The silence was surprisingly comfortable between the two men, considering the actions of hours passed but neither, at the moment, had the willpower to open the Ziplock bag of worms that were once in a can.

“May I see your lighter?”

As a reaction, Kaiba looked to his long-time friend with much caution in his dark blue eyes.

Satoru, with a tight smile, held a loose cigarette for his answer. “Smoking works wonders for boy talk darlin’, and, it would seem, that we have a lot to discuss.“

“There’s nothing to discuss,” said Kaiba, flatly, while giving up his lighter. “You’ve made sure of that.”

Raising his eyebrows at the barb, Satoru took the object of his hidden interest, twirling it idly between his fingers. “Hmm, so you are pissed at me.”

“Don’t you have a concert to get ready for?”

Satoru sighed, but kept his mouth shut, long enough, to bring the lighter to his face, setting his cylinder of nicotine between his lips ablaze. “After playing hit song after hit song for so long, quite frankly, there’s nothing to get ready for. But…” Milking the dramatic pause for all it was worth, the guitarist breathe a steady stream of smoke into the night air.

Frowning at the purposeful cliffhanger, Kaiba crossed his arms in expectation. “Spit it, Aomori.”

Satoru smirked at his self-made trap and continued to prolong the silence by taking time to prop his left elbow over his right arm with the tell-tale lighter in hand. “But, are you ready to explain to me on just why this little doo-hickey here looks so identical to Kats’ black one—and please save me the little time that I do have and spare me the coincidence bullshit.”

Angrier at himself for the slip-up, Kaiba growled and clenched his teeth around his cigarette, almost biting through it. He lunged forward to grab for his sentimental item—which was unsuccessful since the clever guitarist had simply switched the position of his arms causing the CEO to greet his fiery nicotine stick instead.

Flustered and embarrassed now, the brunet took a step back before blurting out, “Like it fucking matters! You’ve made it quite clear that you don’t even approve of Jounouchi and me!”

“You’re wrong, sweets.” Satoru coldly responded, taking another puff. “I would’ve happily approved of you and dear ol’ Kats—if only there were ever such a thing.”

After staring at the guitarist’s intense green eyes in silence, Kaiba gave a long painful sigh, easing up and moving further away from his outwardly intuitive friend. Then without saying another word, he faced the city night life, taking another long drawn-out drag from his burning stress reliever.

Realizing that he wasn’t helping his guilty conscious any, Satoru silently slid closer to the other and leaned forward over the balcony rail. “Se-chan, I just want you to be happy and as far as I could tell, you never were, and it seems, that you’re even worse off now. I guess I’m partly to blame, and often, I wished that we were never forced apart.”

Kaiba looked to the guitarist’s concern expression, greeting it with a sad smile. “Satoru, it was an orphanage. We’ve seen many like us, come and go, and honestly, I was happy to see you go. After all, you were there since infancy.”

Having looked down sometime during his speech, the brunet glanced back up to meet Satoru, whose gaze never wavered. “What had happened to me--and maybe, I’ll tell you later, had nothing to do with our parting from one another. Just like, it wasn’t Jounouchi’s fault, even though I’ve forced him to endure much of my bitterness for reasons that are obvious to you now.”

Pausing again, Seto looked back out to the blackness of the night, his pain almost unbearable again. “Therefore, I can’t really blame him for his actions after all of these years.”

With the guilt quickly giving into anger, Satoru roughly grabbed Kaiba by the shoulders, forcing the brunet to permanently face him. “Why the fuck are you giving that poser any excuses?! Whatever past you guys had shared, even if it was hell in a hand basket, has nothing to do with now, I assure you.”

Keeping the intense gaze of the other, Kaiba sternly asked, “So you don’t think it’s for the sake of revenge.”

“Seto…!” Satoru exclaimed, letting go of his captive to wave his cigarette around like a fireworks sparkler. “He’s taking advantage of this situation for the sake of worming his way out of a failed relationship by pretending to be something he actually is. Trust me on this, Kuroki and I had noticed many internal struggles within that mind of his—IF you can call it that.”

Kaiba let out a loud snort, crossing his arms. “Of course there’s an internal struggle! What idiot homophobe doesn’t have them in this situation?”

“I’m talking about BEFORE you came into the picture. Kats and Mai’s relationship wasn’t just failing because the bitch was being, well, a bitch.”

Relaxing with the interesting turn of the conversation, Seto slowly took a drag form his dwindling cylinder. “Go on.”

Smirking, Satoru continued. “Many of their arguments actually stemmed from Kat’s troublesome curiosity in wanting to experiment, ANALLY, in bed, you get me? Of course, Miss Skankity Fuckenstein already had her head too far up her ass to have anything else crammed in there, so she would always heatedly refuse.”

Staring and slack-jawed, Seto barely felt the cigarette butt slip from his lips as it made a light ‘thunk’ on contact at his feet.

Satoru chuckled, stepping onto the burning remains and gently pushed the other’s lips back into a closed position. “Hon, I have many, many bedtime stories to tell you about hetero-Kats and his magical boner that would always rise at the wave of a ‘wand’ and you don’t even have to say hocus-pocus. Anyway, he wanted to fuck Mai in her other ‘used’ hole, I’m sure, to satisfy his ‘abnormal’ need but still can say he’s ‘normal’. Heh, sounds like your typical idiot to me. Was he always like that?”

Kaiba nodded with a bitter snort, trying not to let his own boner react to the unusual subject in question. In fact, it gave him a few good ideas that he wanted to try since the Blond Casanova wanted to get bold in his charade.

Giving a stern look at the Seto’s devious expression, Satoru gently grab the back of the brunet’s head, pressing their foreheads together. It apparently broke the CEO out of his reverie since shocked blue-eyes met the guitarist’s own green ones. “I’ve stopped Kats at that photo shoot because he’s using those habits on you, only you’re the trial bitch. Once he fulfills those ‘abnormal’ urges and gets what he wants from you, BAM! He’s back with another Mai on his arm. Because you see, scaredy-gay men like him will try to find a slut with a curvaceous body that SCREAM woman to hide behind, no matter what guy he experiments on. C’mon, you’re a genius, darlin’. I shouldn’t have to explain this to you.”

Knowing he couldn’t refuse such logic, Kaiba heaved a sigh as he tried to push himself away from the overly zealous strawberry blond. “I don’t think we should talk about this anymore besides, it can’t be much longer before you have to perfo—mmf!”

Seto’s breath caught in his throat since it had been cut off from escaping his mouth. In fact, after quite some time, his head began to swim due to the lack of oxygen, and, not to mention, Satoru’s lips. As he felt his friend’s hand gently cupped his face, deepening the kiss, Kaiba, to his surprise was finding himself liking the warmth and affection. There was no grabbing at clothes, savage rubs of the skin or emergency pelvic contact—it was all seemingly innocent. Before the CEO knew it, his own hands found their way to Satoru’s face and in response, the guitarist hands slowly grabbed hold of the brunet’s wrists, giving them a light squeeze. With his lungs hurting, Kaiba finally let the pent up air escape from his nose but letting the air return through partially opened lips which Satoru gladly took advantage of.

“We’re on in an hour...”

Both men jumped at the familiar accent, quickly turning their heads to see the hazel blank stare that had Kaiba’s stomach to lurch.

Jounouchi nodded slowly at the two, shifting a bit before continuing. “Yeah so, if we wanna get there on time, we bettah leave now.” With that said, the blond pivoted on his heel and briskly walked away, disappearing past the bedroom door. Only seconds later, did the sharp slam of the suite door shattered the stun silence, speaking volumes in a way that were more effective than any words that the blond could’ve said.

Finding himself chuckling at his misfortune, Seto went limp into arms that he knew would catch him--not the arms he preferred, but beggars—even rich beggars, couldn’t be choosers.


**


“SHATTERED DREAMS!”

“SHATTERED DREAMS!”

“SHATTERED DREAMS!”

A man with blue-dyed hair, wearing a orange Technicolor trench coat walked onto the stage amidst the screaming. “ARE YOU GUYS READY FOR SOME SHATTERED DREAMS!!!!!!!!!”

Waves of flesh seemed to move towards the stage in response. “YEAH!!!”

“YOU DON’T SOUND CONVINCING! I SAID, ARE YOU FUCKING READY FOR SOME FUCKING SHATTERED DREAMS, GIMME A FUCK YEAH!”

“FUCK YEAH!” The crowd began to make a thunderous roar with their feet, clapping their hands on an offbeat.

“WELL GUESS WHAT? YOU AIN’T GETTING NO SHATTERED DREAMS, YOU’RE GOING TO HEAR MY BAND SING, BITCHES!!!! SO SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

As if anyone would notice, a pair of hands gently pushed the big red stage curtain from the right corner. Kyo’s grayish blue eyes skimmed through the bright lights and he mentally panicked after seeing the huge breathing mass of flesh and hair that, if you care to divide them, are actually people—angry people. The starter band was actually doing a better job at provoking the masses rather than singing, which meant, Shattered Dreams performance had better be impeccable. Kyo groaned. The producer’s time in China had been nothing short of a disaster—NOTHING had gone according to plan. Kyo wasn’t the one to place blame on anyone but he was beginning to see Mai’s point about having the corporate CEO there to accompany them.

“Kyo, honey!”

The producer jumped at the high shrill coming from behind him and he whirled around to meet violet eyes peering from underneath an oriental straw hat. Kyo gave a warm smile at the blonde woman and took note of the short, black Chinese robe she was wearing. It was obvious that at the pinnacle of the concert, it would definitely come off showing something much more revealing--as it was the costume scheme for the whole band. However, as soon as Mai took off her straw hat to reveal her worried expression, the producer’s heart dropped to his feet, feeling his hopes immediately being dashed.

“What it is, Mai…?” Kyo sighed out,wishing for like the third time today, that he had aspirin nearby.

Seeing Kyo’s upsetting expression, Mai pierced her lips but pressed on. “It’s Katsuya, he’s locked himself in his dressing room and is refusing to come out, and of course, you know, we’re on in fifteen minutes.”

If the crowd and the band was actually quiet long enough, they would’ve heard the long and loud streams of cursing floating out from underneath the curtains. Pushing past the worried blonde, Kyo stalked backstage, straight to the dressing rooms. He be damned if he get fucked tonight. The press conference, ok, the photo shoot, fine, but the concert?!

Hell. No.

The producer arrived but saw that there were already a small crowd of people, namely Kuroki and Satoru, standing at the door, which had a golden plague with the words, Katsuya Jounouchi written across it. “This better be good, and if not, you better damn well try”, sneered Kyo.

Kuroki innocently blinked, honestly not knowing why Kats was locked in his dressing room but Satoru on the other hand looked like a bandit caught red-handed, but was refusing to speak.

“Speak. NOW!!” The producer shrieked with Mai coming up from behind him.

Waving his hands defensively, the drummer calmly replied. “Dude, I don’t know. Kats had been eerily quiet on the ride here and as soon as he hopped out the limo, he sped straight backstage and ducked into his dres—“

“KATS! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE DO THIS SHIT TO ME! YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS OUT OF HERE NOW! PRONTO! VAMANOS! IMA ISOGANASAI!”

Satoru stared, indifferently at his producer pounding on the door. “Try saying, ‘Open Sesame—ITAI!’” The guitarist winced as Kuroki’s manicured nails dug painfully into his arm with the drummer leading him away from the door and further down the corridor. The two struggled into a storage area that resembled an alley with the aggressor giving his captive a final push.

“ITAI! FUCK, KUROKI!” Satoru shrieked as his back, none too gently, hit what was most likely a closet door. “Shit, careful, I bruise easily…” The green-eyed male murmured rubbing his arm, refusing to look into cold steel eyes that were boring into his head. However, Kuroki wouldn’t have any of it and painfully grabbed his chin, thrusting his head upward to meet the gaze. “What’s wrong with Kats?”

Satoru frowned at the forced interrogation. “Nothing that his ass should have had a baby over. Now get off of me!”

Coolly, Kuroki held the guitarist in place. “How come ‘Seto-kun’s not here?”

Giving an exasperated sigh, Satoru stopped his struggle but remained on the defensive. “Why are you asking me all of these damn questions?! There’s no time for this, we have a show to—“

“WITHOUT Kats, there is no show! What. The. Fuck. Did. You. Do?” sneered Kuroki, pressing his nose against the other’s. ”I’ve known you for far too long, Sat.”

“It was an accident, ok?! “ Satoru blurted out after giving an exasperated sigh. “He just happened to have been at the wrong place at the wrong time.”

Kuroki blinked. “What do you mean by that?”

“OH KAMI, KATS-DARLING! YOU’RE A MESS!”

Gasping, Satoru and Kuroki took one last look at one another before racing back down the hall to their previous destination. When they arrived and after seeing what had happened to their lead singer, both just wanted to wake up, for this was an apparent nightmare that was just going to get worse and worse. Jounouchi was teetering on his bare feet with his black Chinese robe slumping over his right shoulder. His hands held either side of the door frame in a death grip with his blond hair tousled in a half-assed style covering most of his eyes, but it didn’t completely hide the fact that his hazel orbs were glassy and bloodshot indicating that something illegal definitely had been going on behind closed doors--that and the fact that there was a rancid haze of smoke coming out from behind the singer.

Red-faced and furious, Kyo walked up to the intoxicated rock star, waving his finger in front of eyes that were clearly unfocused. “Kats, this is the last straw, you hear me?! I mean smoking--”

“Shuddap, Kyo. I can microphone on a sing, thank you. Now…let’s do this…” Jounouchi slurred, tripping forward. “Where’s…my damn, my damn hat.”

Running into the dressing room, Mai grabbed the aforementioned straw hat and ran back out to the aide of her estranged lover. “Oh you poor thing! Come here and let me fix you up.”

Jounouchi flinched at the touch and sloppily pushed his ex-fiancée away. “Eww, I don’…like…prostitutes…touchin’ meh.”

“Shattered Dreams, you’re on at three!” announced a stagehand in the background.

After glaring at Satoru, who just irritably shrugged, Kuroki snatched the hat from Mai’s hands and walked up to loose blond cannon, softly grabbing him. “Kats, you have to eat something and sober up man. The audience can wait a few more minutes, ok?”

“Nnnno! I sings naus.” Jounouchi whined, struggled at the drummer trying to fix him up but in a whisper, the blond then said “I can…hear da music man. Can’t you?”

Kuroki grunted as Jounouchi held on to him, laughing. “I’s can hear…I’s can hear da rainbow.”

“Fuck! We’ll be lucky if he even remember the lyrics to any of the songs!” Kuroki groaned, lightly pushing the blond off of him.

“Hey, c’mon now. We don’t know that.” Satoru reasoned, walking over to the giggling blond. “Yo, Kats, why are we here having this concert.”

Giving a confused expression at first, Jounouchi slurred, “Like it’s…any of yas business, strangah…BUT…mah band and, and I are…promoting the new album.”

The guitarist smiled at this. “So, you guys are going to do the songs that are on this awesome album, correct?”

“Mhm, gee, ya, ya’s sure as hell smart…where were ya’s when I’s needed help…in…high school”, murmured Jounouchi, stumbling off. “I’m gonna go…to da…bathroom.”

Pulling at his hair and wanting so much to cry, Kyo said, “Ugh, so what if he knows where he is and WHY he is here!!? Doesn’t mean he’ll be coherent enough to sing! If he can sing the arpeggio, I’ll be surprised, but, TOO FUCKING BAD THAT’S NOT ON THE ALBUM!”

Suddenly, the stagehand rushed onto the scene again. She hesitated for a moment, after seeing the producer of Shattered Dreams having a tantrum but she gave a determined glare and stalked up to the obviously disorganized band. “Shattered Dreams, should be on the stage right now! I’ve stalled as long as I could but the crowd is getting restless and is attempting to bum rush the stage to throttle the starter band. A couple of the security guards have already been injured.”

Kyo seethed and constantly thought about his own loving wife in order to not raise a hand on this woman, who may or may not be married herself. “See here, lady, our lead singer is—“

“On the stage…” Mai trailed off, shakily pointing to the individual in question, who had just disappeared behind the curtains.

Everyone looked in horror as Jounouchi’s voice began to ring, loud and true, through the loud speakers.

“HEY, HEY! WHADDYA GUYS DOING IN DA BATHROOM…YA’S LOVE MEH DAT MUCH TA WATCH ME TAKE A PISS?”

The crowd burst out in laughter, going wild with some idiot in front screaming in front, saying, “HAHAHAHAAA, YEAH DUDE, I TOTALLY WANNA WATCH YOU PISS! AHAHAHAHA!”

The blond gave a hearty laugh, making the fan girls in the front swoon. “I DUNNO THAT’LL … J-JUST BE RUDE AS HELL BUT I’S TELL YA…WHAT…HOW ABOUT I’LL JUST ROCK AND FUCKING ROLL FAH YA BABEH!”

The people roared their approval, causing an earthquake that would break the Richter scale.

“WE LOVE YOU JOU KATS!”

“MARRY ME!”

“YOU SO SEXY!”

Jounouchi smirked, strutting/stumbling around the stage. He tipped his straw hat at a girl, who, in turn, made a nice silent ‘thunk’ to the floor. “HEH, I LOVE YA GUYS…TOO.”
With his smirk deepening, the blond whirled around towards backstage, waving frantically. “GET OUT HERE NOW, BITCHES! WE GOTTA…PLAY FAH DA NICE PEOPLE!”

“WHOO!”

“KUROKI!

SATORU!

"SKANKITY SLUT-SLUT!”

WHOOOO!” bellowed the thousands of people in response.

Scowling from backstage, Mai crossed her arms in a huff. “I’m so going to sue that kuriboh nobody if it’s the last thing, I do.”

“Mai, fucking have PMS later.” Kuroki growled, walking towards the stage and then stopping. “We’re being called out onto the stage and Kats is not in his right mind. Unfortunately, we don’t have any control in that, but what we can do is support WHATEVER he does. If he ends up singing some old song, we’ll back him up. The crowd doesn’t have to know that we’re pretty much fucked, ok?”

“Whatever.” Mai said with a sigh, rolling her eyes.

Satoru nodded, giving a thumb up. “Understood, fucked up rock and roll it is!”

“Which has yet to be explained.” Kuroki whispered lowly to the guitarist, whose expression gradually turned grim. “Kats would NEVER let himself go like this, unless he’s particularly stressed and/or angry about something, and later, I’m going to find out what it is.” With that, the drummer walks out onto the stage in a huff, leaving Satoru, stunned.

“A-HA! THERE’S MAH BITCHES…LOOKIN’ ALL…KAWAII. GIVE’EM A HAND!” exclaimed Jounouchi with a grin, watching his solemn band mates take their positions.

The crowd clapped, screamed, and whistled as it would seem that finally, they were going to get what they paid to see.

Suddenly, as if something inside Jounouchi had clicked, the blond violently grabbed hold onto the microphone. The straw hat, ominously shielding his eyes as he breathed one single phrase, “Shut up.”

Within seconds, the stunned crowd stilled, with the exception of a few minor coughs.
Jounouchi continued to speak in a low, eerie voice. “This was supposed ta be about promotin’ mah album, but fuck it. It’s already hit platinum. Ya bitches would buy it even if I was jus’ burpin’ the national anthem.”

The audience laughed.

“But tonight, I’m jus’ not in da fuckin’ mood ta sing songs about lookin’ for love, affection, and all of dat garbage bullshit. I’m fuckin’ angry, angry as hell and I don’t even understand why exactly but thas how I feel. And somehow, I also feel betrayed. So tonight, if any of you ever wondered what dear ol’ fuckin’ Kats would fare in that hard, heavy, metal shit, well prepared to orgasm in those gahdamn seats.”

Kuroki, Satoru, and Mai looked at each other in bewilderment as the crowd roared. However, not one single whispered word could be uttered as Jounouchi’s booming voice suddenly called out in their direction and quite frankly, scaring the shit out of them.
“PLAY! PLAY LIKE I’M HAVING AN ORGY WITH YOUR GAHDAMN MOMS, DADS, AND EVEN YOUR FUCKING GRANDPARENTS!”

Nodding to the rest of the band, Kuroki gave a vicious four count and began hammering away at his drums with Satoru following behind with wild rifts on his guitar.

Jounouchi sneered in approval and sped around, choking the microphone stand and his hat shielding his eyes once more. The pent up demons in the form of verses spilled out and over his lips.

“ROOOOAR!

This shit’s getting old, its dark and its cold,
There’s no hope for us all or so I was told,

There’s no fucking guarantee except that you bleed,
Yes you fucking bleed, bleed life away
Because you gonna die, we all will someday.
So why not die right now? Die right now?

How’s that sound?

Get your fucking razors; don’t go cross the street,
Don’t go down the road, but go around the world, go round and round.
Circle your wrists until ya reach your armpits,
Bleed MOOOAR, bleed for the kicks!”

In blind rage, Jounouchi threw off his hat and began to stomp on it, ripping his robe off to show the world his toned, muscled body gleaming in sweat and henna tattoos.

“Die and fucking burn in hell, let me hear you scream,
Let me hear you yell.
Yes, die bitches, die,
Let me hear you yell. I’m going to be that dark angel that’s gonna spit in your eye.
Not to cool you off, but to watch you burn,
Spit my acid and watch you melt, yes, watch you melt, it’s what you EARN!

There’s no love in this world, there’s only hate.
Hate that we fuckers create,
It’s a rash that you scratch, scratch till you bleed. Bleed fuckers bleed, pain is all you deserve,
It’s all you NEED!”

Every known person in the audience was thrashing to the beat as Jounouchi’s demonic voice continued to hold them in their trance. Everyone except one CEO, who was coolly staring, purposely ignoring his raging hard-on—the only thing about him that was raging to the beat. Still, as erotic as, oh say, Jounouchi screaming and thrashing around in ripped leather pants, it was very disturbing. But on the contrary, there’s no charade in the world that can have a man demonize himself over a kiss. It was the only good thing Kaiba saw in this, the only thing he cared about. Smiling to himself after having that realization, the brunet disappeared into the shadows and out the door.
The last of Jounouchi’s words that he was able to hear, rung within him and summed up the five years of his life that had lead him to this point—a path, Kaiba, no longer regret.

“Spiral in your pain, get dizzy until you SCREAM,
You’re fuckin’ lost in the darkness, cry till you cream
Thas how it is,
When you have shattered dreams…”


To be continued…


ANNOUNCEMENTS!!!

I’ve have spent a lot of time thinking about where I want to go with my fanfiction and finally came up with a game plan. I will solely work on Gettin’ Bi for now since it will be my last completed fanfic on Adultfanfiction BUT as I’ve already said; I was planning on moving anyway. My initial sights for my new home was LiveJournal but I have researched many, many places that could also be my new home OR I can whip up a fansite. This is where I would love some input on what would be a popular thing to do regarding fanfiction other than having to post on Adultfanfiction. I mean I love this place but I wish to have place that I can personalize to my taste. Towards the end of Gettin’ Bi, I will keep you updated on my decisions regarding this matter.

I’ve also came to another major decision regarding my past fics and it mainly concerns To Keep a Katsu and Hell’s Cradle. I’ve thought about it and thought about but something didn’t feel right within me but then I realize. To Keep a Katsu should have NEVER spun off into a mpreg. However, not to say Hell’s Cradle will be discontinued, but I think that it’ll be better off being its own series. To Keep A Katsu WILL HAVE ANOTHER SEQUEL—however that is way in the future and will be addressed at a much later date. It will take a lot of adjusting with the two stories since I did make connections BUT it can be done and I know I can make it work. Reason being, not everyone like mpreg and, To Kill Kaiba and To Keep a Katsu series was built on a foundation without mpreg. However, for the mpreg fans, Hell’s Cradle will be its very own series for your enjoyment. I think it’s the better route and everyone can still have what they want regardless of what they prefer in their yaoi.
So that’s all I have for now to share. Love you all and I will see you all again
soon…very soon, I hope.

Mizu