Like Crushed Velvet

Like Crushed Velvet

Summary: Seto looks down on everyone but his chosen circle. Marik abuses everyone but his chosen circle. Can an Ice Prince and a High School gang leader see eye to eye?
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh. If I did…*begins to laugh evilly*
Warning: Beat ‘em Up.
Author’s Note: Dear readers, Fans, Loyalists…the school year has ruined me completely and my well has finally dried up. This isn’t a ploy to get more reviews or to get you to love me anymore than some of you do. I just wanted to let you know, that this will be the last Chapter. NO it is not finished but I will finish it. I just need to get the school year in swing and so…I’ll be on a tiny hiatus.

I want you to know, that yes, I do love you all back and I have TRULY TRULY appreciated all that has happened this summer. Do you all realize you drove me to write 24 fics? YOU! You all out there reading this right now did that and I want you to know that you have the power to make a story live or die! You have the power to inspire as I do!

Thank you all so much, I will be back when my Super Powers of Smut return! (laughs) but until then…Adieu.

What to do About…

Yugi leaned out of his window, sighing. Ryou waved to him from his own window, holding up a message board. Yugi read it and shook his head. He picked up his message board and scribbled out a message.

“Grandpa grounded me for giving him ‘lip’. This totally sucks!”

Ryou smirked and wrote something more. “At least we’re in this together! Want to sneak over?”

Yugi disappeared from the window and in the next few minutes was over the fence and tip toeing through Ryou’s kitchen, the other boy givinghim the cover he needed by bothering Dartz. Once they were up in Ryou’s room, Yugi relaxed, flopping on the bed.

“I can’t believe Grandpa grounded me…I think he’s upset about something else.”

“yeah…” Ryou offered the spike haired youth a bottle of Ramune and yugi took it, opening it expertly without spilling a drop.

“A whole weekend in the house…I mean, it’s not like I had plans, but this sucks. Have you heard from Amelda?”

“Apparently he doesn’t call his ‘bitches’. What an asshole.”

Yugi began to laugh and Ryou shoved him. “Yugi!”

“And you just thought he was the sweetest thing ever!”

Ryou shoved him off the bed and Yugi laughed more, the corners of Ryou’s mouth twitching until he was full blown smiling.

“Okay…I was stupid…” Ryou gathered his white hair behind his back and pulled it into a pony tail. “But he is good looking right?”

Yugi nodded and sipped his drink. “Why don’tyou go out with…Anzu?”

They both looked at each other and started to laugh. Yugi held a pillow to his face, laughing harder and diving when the door opened.

Dartz stood at the door, narrowed eyes, mouth set. “What’s all this noise! Who’s in here?”

Ryou smirked. “Me and Mr. Righty!”

“AUGH! Ryou! Watch your mouth1 If father were here –”

“Get out of my room you loser!” Ryou let his hair loose as he hefted an empty bottle at Dartz. It hit the floor with a thunk, muffled giggles sounding.

“Alright!” Dartz strode inside, Ryou trying to stop him, but it was too late. He’d already spotted Yugi on the other side of the bed, trying not to suffocate himself with a pillow he was laughing so hard.

“Does Motou-san know you’re here?”

Yugi pulled the pillow away and did his best to calm down. He was red faced and teary, trying to speak without laughing. Ryou giggled and that set Yugi off again. Dartz left, muttering.

“I’m never letting either of them have soda or candy again…”

After Dartz shut the door, Ryou hit Yugi with a pillow. “Dumb ass.”

“Dumb ass!” Yugi tried to say in English, causing Ryou to cackle.

“You’re so awful at English…it’s great.”

Yugi rolled his eyes and hit Ryou back. “Let’s go bother Dartz…”

“He’s studying for a big test…”

The chibi grinned. “Even better!”

****

Seto Kaiba winced as he heard more yelling from the social room on the second floor. He knocked on the door and frowned.

“Keep it down Mokuba!”

“But…but Jou is cheating somehow!”

The blond laughed. “It ain’t cheatin’ kid! It’s called skill! –”

His cell phone rang and he picked up, smiling and walking out of the room. Mokuba sighed.

“Great, there he goes! Malik’s been calling him all day! Who am I supposed to play games with!?”

Seto sighed. “Aren’t you supposed to be working on a group project?”

Mokuba froze. “Who told you about that?”

“I got a call from your teacher. You made a big fuss over your partner. That Noa guy?”

“Aw! Seto come on! Even you don’t tolerate total jack asses! He thinks he knows everything and thinks he’s all that just because his dad’s a politician or some crap! He’s nothing!” Mokuba threw the controller down. “I don’t have to do a damn thing! I’m Mokuba Kaiba damn it!”

At this, the brunette began to laugh and went over to his brother, ruffling his hair. “Well, I’m Seto Kaiba and I say you have to. I put up with people all the time. How about we have it over here?”

“Seto…” the boy whined, giving his best puppy look.

“I’ll be working in my office and if he gives you too much trouble I can personally dress him down? Hm?”

“Geez Kaiba, didn’t know you were inta kids!” Jou waltz back in, smiling. “Yo Mokie, I gotta jet!”

“Don’t call me ‘mokie’ you Mutt!” the boy shot back, making Jou clutched his chest as if wounded.

“Ouch!” the blonde gave a wave. “See ya Kaiba! See ya Mokuba!”

Seto watched him go, shaking his head. Malik’s got him on a leash shorter than anything I’ve ever seen…

“BIG BROTHER!”

Kaiba jumped. “What?”

“We don’t have to invite Noa over do we?”

“No…”

Mokuba was ready to dance.

“You do.”

And the boy’s face on the floor. He whined and jumped up and down. “Seto~o!”

“Mokuba, stop whining, you’re twelve years old. Your teacher told me this project is worth four grades so I expect you to get it done. I’ll sit in the room if I have to, but you’re working with your assigned partner.”

The boy stormed out of the room yelling, “I HATE YOU!”

The brunette shrugged and went back to his office. He opened a long brown envelope and began reading the papers there. Attached to a paper clip at the top was a file photo. It was of a young Marik flipping off the camera, the record was from a juvenile detention center. Seto swore out loud when he learned the picture was taken when Marik was eight years old.

I can’t believe it…

****

Marik lazed around in his room and shivered suddenly.

Felt like someone walked over my grave…

He changed the channel and heard someone come into the room.

“What?” he grunted, not turning around.

No one said anything so Marik rolled his eyes. “Otogi, I’ll kick your ass, now what do you want?” He turned and jumped out of the way, kicking Yami’s feet from under him.

He pinned him down and got the knife out of his hands. “What the fuck are you doing!?”

“GETTING RID OF YOU!” he screamed, crying more. “You think you can just use me and toss me away when you’re done! You think you can just treat people like crap! But you can’t!” Yami stopped resisting and just lay there sobbing.

“Yami…fuck! Is this about last night?”

“I thought you loved me! Why can’t you love me!?”

People rushed to the room and Marik got up, gesturing to the knife. “He gets the strangest ideas this one…” Bakura offered him a cigarette and he took it. “fuckin’ psycho…”

Fujiko came in and sighed, watching Yami sit up and cry. She fanned herself lazily then randomly smacked Marik in the back of the head.

“You’re grounded. Get out of the house!”

“Aw Fujiko!”

The woman snapped her fan open widely and shuffled off. Raphael and Varon laughed, Marik pushing them.

“Shut up!” he pointed to Yami. “Where’s Honda? Take care of him!”

The guys just laughed more and Raphael went to help Yami up, the short spike haired boy wiping his face and storming out of the room. Marik rolled his eyes and snaked his arm around Otogi’s waist who’d been standing near by, looking snarky.

“Don’t you think I love you Otogi?”

The guys cracked up and the raven haired boy mouthed, “Fuck you” where they all could see. They shared a laugh and dispersed, Marik getting dressed and leaving the house. In Fujiko’s residence, because the boys had so much, when they were grounded, they got kicked out for a day.

He got on his bike and zoomed away from the mansion, cigarette between his lips.


Yami went into his room and flopped on his bed. Of course Marik didn’t want him. He was the gang “bicycle”. He slipped a picture from under his pillow and tore it in two.

And Yugi doesn’t want me either! he turned into the pillow and sobbed. Maybe I should have just said yes to Varon…at least then people would just take advantage of me all the time…

He felt hands making gentle circles on his back and he sat up a little, sniffling.

“H-honda?”

The brunette leaned forward, kissing the boy on the cheek. “It’s alright Baby…”

Yami leaned into his arms, whimpering. “I wish you’d stop saying that crap…you can stop trying you already know I’ll give it up…”

Honda kissed him and held him closer. “I don’t want that all the time. You know that…”

The tri-color haired boy turned crimson for a moment and laid his head on Honda’s shoulder.

“I thought he liked me…”

“It’s alright.”

“I really did…”

****

“God, who decorated this place? My father hired someone from Europe, a very famous designer to do our place. Are those all the games you have?”

Mokuba gripped the rolled up poster board in his hand and wanted to wack Noa with it, Seto shaking his head. The brunette spoke up.

“When I want advise from a pip squeak, I’ll ask a smart one, like my brother. Keep your half-ass insults to yourself Imodium boy.”

Mokuba covered his mouth and started to laugh, Noa’s mouth hanging open at the insult to his hair. He reached up and flipped his bangs.

“Hmph!”

Seto left the large social room and Mokua went over to a low table and spread out the supplies.

“I’ll go get the books and stuff we need.”

“I already did research!” Noa took his laptop out of a grey messenger bag. “We don’t need that crap.”

“Shut it Imodium!”

“My hair does NOT look like that!”

Mokuba rolled his eyes. “If the shoe fits –”

“That’s why I’m number one and you got bumped down by that prissy bitch from 8-3!”

“Say that again you Midget!”

“You’re a loser!”

“JACKASS!” Mokuba turned toward the door and was about to call for Seto when Noa beaned him with a pillow and opened his laptop.

“Shut up rich boy…”

The raven haired boy narrowed his eyes and took out some paper. “You just wait…”


Seto sighed as he watched the security camera for the social room. The boys were now trading insults every minute, everything from insults to their respective mothers to sticking out tongues.

He turned back to his desk and started to read Marik’s file again, this time letting out a softer sigh. He couldn’t believe what a hard life the boy had led. His parents were killed in a car accident, his only sister was the victim of gang violence when he was only seven and he’d been in and out of the system ever since until someone adopted him.

He looked through the different file photos, his subconscious trying to decide which would look nicer in his wallet when he felt a blush creep onto his face when he looked at a recent police photo of Marik posing for the camera with his shirt off, case slate in hand.

Seto leaned closer to the picture, swallowing a bit as his thoughts swirled to the erotic side.

“Ah!” He grabbed a tissue and dabbed at his nose.

He’d sprung a leak.

****

Marik sneeze and went over to the vendor to get a hot dog.

I wonder where I could shack up for a few hours…

He got his hot dog and went back over to his motorcycle, scanning the street.

Need a comfy place…that’s air conditioned and full of food…and someone who won’t mind sharing…

He snapped his fingers. He could raid Kaiba! And do it sober this time!

“Awgighldhl!” he mumbled, pushing more food in his mouth.



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*Things are ending soon. I’m sorry. I may leave several author’s notes until the school year stops depressing me.
*This is for Velvetina, who gave me back my fire!
*Schwarzwald loves water hoses!