Game Over

Author’s ramblings:


Author is now passed out on the floor from all the lovely reviews everyone has given first chapter. Will be revived when people review this chapter. Snerk.

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Crap

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Katsuya Jounachi was angry.

No, more then angry. He was Furious. Steamed. Fucking livid with a capital L.
He hadn’t been there at lunchtime to witness the events playing out that had the entire school in a buzz, but word got around pretty quick in the halls of Domino High, and within ten minutes everyone knew what the hell had happened.

And Jou was not a happy little puppy.

Stomping down one of the many corridors of their school, Jou ignored the calls of friends that he passed as his amber eyes scouted each face for the all-too familiar ice blue eyes of his rival, Kaiba Seto.


The end-of-day bell had rung ten minutes ago, but Jou was a hundred percent positive that the evil wealthy asshole was still lurking around somewhere like a bad smell.

Jou felt the need to vent his frustration out on the brunette.

Just because.

With those negative thoughts, Jou didn’t see the pale hand that was suddenly fisted in his shirt, and gave a startled yelp when he was forcefully dragged down the corridor and promptly shoved into the dark smelly janitor’s closet.

Jou swore under his breath as his eyes tried to adjust to the change in lighting. Steel-like arms wrapped around Jou’s slender waist, bringing his back in contact with a hard chest. Warm breath tickled the back of his neck. “Where the hell have you been all day?” The usually placid and unemotional tone of Seto Kaiba was tinged with a harsh edge that sent shivers down Jou’s spine, his breath quickening.


“I had a detention with that asshole Pegasus. I couldn’t get out of it.” Jou was ashamed to hear the breathiness in his voice. He heard a deep chuckle behind him, a tongue flicking out to trace the outer shell of his ear. Jou bit back a groan.

“Naughty little puppy.” Seto admonished softly before biting down on Jou’s ear lobe and then soothing the hurt with his tongue.


“I thought we were supposed to be discreet? So people wouldn’t know about our personal relationship.” Jou closed his eyes in bliss.


“Mmmm,” the noise rumbled against Jou’s back and he wallowed in the vibrations. “I’m always discreet.” His hands travelled along his torso, tracing intricate designs along the way.
His brain was growing fuzzy with the pleasure of it all. Why was he seeking out Seto again…?

Oh yeah.


Yugi’s angelic face flashed in his mind and his eyes instantly snapped open. “Yugi!” he cried out before breaking free of Seto’s hold and rounding on him. He could just barely make out the imposing figure of his lover in the gloom.

Seto crossed his arms over his chest. “Not the reaction I was hoping for, Katsuya. Yelling out your little friend’s name while I molest you is rather insulting, actually.”

“What?” Jou spluttered for a moment before he realised what Seto meant. “No, that wasn’t what I meant. What the hell are you lot playing at in the lunch hall? Yugi a slave?”

Seto sighed as if he was suffering. “Yugi shouldn’t have interfered between Yami and that albino kid. He’s getting what he deserves.”

Jou felt anger and disbelief wash over him in a hot wave. “Deserve? He didn’t deserve anything like that! It’s about time Yami has someone who stood up to him. Acting all high and mighty, like he owns the school. In fact, both of you need to come down a peg or two. You’re not Gods.”

Jou pushed past Seto roughly, his hand outstretched for the door handle until it was grabbed and he was suddenly twisted around and shoved against the door, making a solid thwak sound as he hit it. He saw stars imprinted in front of his eyes before he shook his head to dispel them and then everything became stifling. Seto had leaned in, pressing himself against the whole length of Jou’s body, his hands pinned tightly to his side.

“Don’t you walk away from me,” Seto hissed. “I know I’m not a god. I don’t pretend to be. I’m not the one who made the bet, nor was Yami. That was Yugi’s idea, Yami just built upon it. Yugi didn’t have to agree to the terms but he did. He risked himself and he lost. He has to deal with the consequences.”


Jou stared at Seto’s face for a long moment. He could just make out his cold aristocratic features since he was so close. They were nearly breathing into each other’s mouths. “I don’t want Yugi hurt.” He admitted.
“Contrary to popular belief, nor do I. But that really isn’t up to us anymore.” Before Jou could protest Seto’s hot mouth was pressed to his.

His mind froze.

Oh God…

Seto’s lips were urgent against Jou’s, his tongue sweeping at his mouth, requesting entrance. Jou’s heart pounded in a steadily increasing rhythm and his ears began to ring as Seto pressed his body closer, his warmth enveloping the puppy.

The hands on his wrists began to relax as Jou’s mouth opened beneath the tremulous assault and one slid up into his honey coloured hair while the other gripped his hip. Jou’s hands, of their own violation, wrapped themselves around Seto’s neck.

Seto’s scent, a heady mix of spice and cinnamon, seemed to cocoon Jou. It was achingly familiar and enough to make his eyes roll back into his skull with need. It triggered memories of sweat and slick skin against slick skin and musky scents and silent shuddering sighs that mingled with the heat in the air. The fact that they were in the janitor’s closet didn’t even register in his mind.

The situation with Yugi was going to have to wait for a little while.

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Saturday morning found Yugi and Ryou around Yugi’s house. From his seat at Yugi’s desk, he watched his little friend recline on his messy bed, staring up at the ceiling with a lost expression on his face. Ryou let out a small breath. It only made him feel worse.

“I really am sorry, Yugi,” he said softly, his hands wringing together in his lap. A small nervous gesture he had kept from his pre-teen days. “I can’t believe this is all really happening.”

“Don’t worry about it, Ryou,” Yugi’s voice sounded slightly strange, almost strained, like he couldn’t breath properly. But that didn’t worry Ryou. It was that eerie calmness that worried him. It just wasn’t like Yugi at all.

Yugi couldn’t believe it was actually happening either. He had spent the whole night tossing and turning, replaying everything over and over again. Everything Yugi had done, was done without fault. He had played the best game he had ever played in his entire life. But it still hadn’t been enough. Which just made everything worse. If he had made a bad move, dealt a crappy card, used a desperate tactic, then loosing wouldn’t have been so hard to take.

Next time he could improve, there could have been a way to beat Yami. A fools hope, perhaps, but a hope nonetheless. But he hadn’t Nothing he had done had helped him, gained him an advantage. He felt so helpless, so…lost.

No wonder Yami was smirking throughout the whole thing. He knew. He knew how good he was, how things were going to turn out.

Yugi closed his tired eyes, only to have the image of those intense ruby eyes mocking him.


“Game over. You lose, Yugi.”

“There must be something we could do to get you out of this mess.” Ryou’s eyes searched around fruitlessly for a moment before brightening. “What about challenging him to another duel? Say you weren’t ready, that you weren’t prepared for it or something. I’m sure next time you will win hands down.”

Yugi shook his head. “There’s no point. I was ready, I was prepared. The guy was just too good for me. If there were a way to beat him, I would have found it. Playing duel monster for most of my life has taught me to look for your opponent’s weakness in their strategy. He had no weakness. Everything was flawless. Flawless.”
Ryou deflated at Yugi’s words. “But… But you’re the Game King. You’re unbeatable.”

Yugi laughed bitterly, making Ryou wince at the harsh sound. “I think Yami has proved that I am beatable. Besides, I’m his slave for the week. Those were the terms we both agreed to. Anyway, It’s only for a week. It can’t be that hard, can it?” The uncertainty was thick in his voice and Yugi hated himself for it.
“Of course not!” Ryou quickly jumped in. “Just seven days, that’s all. Five days at school, in front of everybody who will be watching you two like hawks, then the weekend where he’ll have you alone.”
Yugi’s eye twitched.

“Besides, this is high school. The things he will get you to do will be stupid pranks and all that. You know, make you carry his school bag, do his homework, clean out his locker, fetch his food etc.”

“Ryou…”

“I’ve seen it before in the movies, Yugi. He’ll humiliate you in front of the whole school, people will laugh and point, but it will all be forgotten in a month.”

“RYOU, YOU’RE SO NOT HELPING!” Yugi yelled over Ryou’s tirade, rolling over and burying his face in his pillow with utter frustration.

“Oh. Whoops. Sorry, Yugi. I didn’t mean to go off on one.” Ryou laughed sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

Yugi moaned in response, the noise muffled against the fabric.

“What are you going to do?” Ryou asked.

Yugi rolled over and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed so his white-socked feet could touch the floor. “Stick it out, I guess. I don’t know what he’s planning, which is probably the worst part. But something tells me that he wouldn’t stoop so low as to make me do his homework. He isn’t like the popular people you see in teen films. He’s not dumb. He’s something of a genius. He may have the looks, but he doesn’t flaunt it to get what he wants. He’s rich as hell, that’s what makes him so important. He’s lived with people falling over themselves to looks after him. He’s come to expect it from everyone.”

Ryou blew a piece of his silvery white hair out of his face. “I would rather he be your typical popular from teen flicks. At least it’s fun to think that while they’re in high school lording it over us, the geeks get back at them in the end for being their boss in the real world.”
Yugi smiled. “Me too.”

Ryou sighed and got up from his seat to sit next to Yugi. “I’m here for you, you know that, right?”
Yugi nodded. “I know. Next time, just remember to set your alarm clock earlier so we can avoid the whole cafeteria issue again.”

“Lesson well learned.”

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Anzu Mazaki had known Yami since they had attended kindergarden for the wealthy influential families of Domino. They had grown up together because their families pushed them together. After all, family connection to other rich families was more important then the children making friends for themselves.

Anzu didn’t mind, not really. She had always liked Yami. His quiet strength, his confidence, intelligence and good looks. It was a no brainer why all the girls trip over their own feet when they catch a glimpse of him down the hall. A no brainer that Anzu has had feelings that were a little more then platonic for Yami for about four years now.

Of course, the guy was completely oblivious to it. Yami may be a certified genius but he was completely dense when it came to signals of the romantic kind.

Anzu may not be as smart as Yami, but she did know that he felt only friendship towards herself. It hurt like hell, but Anzu accepted it. Grudgingly, at least. It didn’t stop her from flirting with him outrageously, getting rid of current competition such as those irritating cheerleaders that have proclaimed his personal fan club, but she wasn’t going to step over the mark ad ruin their friendship forever.


But she couldn’t just turn her feeling off like shutting the door. It didn’t work that way. She was just going to have to get over it eventually.

And perhaps now was the time. It seemed that Yami had something preoccupying his mind. Or rather someone, as the case may be.


Like she said, she knew him since they were toddlers, falling about and playing with glue and cardboard. She probably knew him better then anyone else in their group. She prided herself on the fact that she could read him better then anyone too.

But she was at a total loss with reading him for the last two days.

They were lounging at their favourite coffee shop, sat in comfy red leather chairs where they had the best view overlooking the pond that was full of birds and colourful carp. Her mocha latte was left abandoned on the table between them in favour of just watching him.

His face was turned towards the window, watching the family’s mill about outside. For the last two days she had felt that someone had taken the Yami she knew and replaced him with someone who looked and talked the same but most definitely wasn’t Yami.

It was disconcerting, to say the least. And it was all because of the boy who looked strangely similar to Yami, only a lot more sweet and awkward.

Anzu felt a feeling unknown to her bubble up inside her stomach and she squished it down. Envy wasn’t a nice colour on anyone, especially herself.

Yami hadn’t uttered a word about that game since the end of lunch, but Anzu only knew too well that it was the only thing on his mind. He was slow to respond to any attempt at conversation and even his responses were short and clipped. She decided to broach the subject carefully.

“You know, I don’t think I have ever seen you as mad as you were yesterday,” He turned to her, picking up his coffee mug, strong and black, and taking a careful sip.

“I don’t appreciate someone using me as target practise with a plate full of spaghetti bolognaise.” He said softly.

Anzu laughed lightly. “I can imagine. I bet it was hell trying to wash it all out of your hair.”
Yami shrugged and went back to his people watching, obviously not willing to broaden the subject any further. Anzu continued on. “But that wasn’t what I meant. What I meant was you and that boy, what’s-his-name-“
“Yugi,” Yami interrupted immediately. “His name is Yugi Mutou.”

Anzu was surprised at his outburst. “Yugi then. So when do you play these types of games? Slave for a week? It’s something I would expect from Bakura. Not you.”

Again, Yami shrugged, a graceful movement of his broad shoulders under a cashmere black turtleneck. Anzu caught herself openly staring. “Yugi was the one who challenged me, not the other way around. I merely accepted.”
“Yes, but you didn’t have to accept though, did you?” Anzu pointed out.

“It would have looked bad if I said no, wouldn’t it? It would make me look like I was scared of loosing and I’m not scared of anything.”

Anzu nodded her head. She could understand that logic. It would have certainly looked bad. Backing down from someone who was so unknown in the school and looked so weak? Impossible. “Yes, of course. But you were the one who made the terms up if he looses. That wasn’t his idea.”

Yami pushed his coffee mug away from his self on the table with an irritated sigh, a rare occasion of emotion from the normally stoic youth. “What’s with the twenty questions, Anzu? What’s done is done.”
Anzu bit her lip in hesitancy, knowing she should drop the subject and just move on but she couldn’t. Every little gesture, every moment made her more suspicious. No one had ever affected Yami like this, specially someone he had only just met.

Whatever Yugi meant to him, she didn’t like it. “Nothing, I’m just trying to figure you out. You’re impossible to read, to predict and I’ve known you most of my life. It was just so out-of-character from you, that’s all.”
Yami stood up abruptly. “Don’t bother. No one needs to ‘figure’ me out. Don’t pretend to think you know me because you don’t. No one does. Just drop it.” With that, he turned away and left her blinking at his empty chair in bewilderment. Well.

That was the first time they had ever an argument. Definitely interesting.

She may be willing to accept Yami will never love her like she wanted him to, but that doesn’t mean she had to like it.

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To Be Continued.

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A note on Anzu bashing: I want to make it clear that I am not bashing Anzu. I’m trying to make her a three dimensional character. She’s certainly not my favourite character, but I do like her. Her care for Yugi and Yami is genuine. But I will challenge anyone who has ever had a crush on anyone to stand back and let someone take that person away from you while you sit back and just smile. I mean, come one. I could never do it.

Anyway, I hope this sets the stage for some good drama to come. You know the drill my pretties! Read and review!