The Miracle Mutt
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,624
Reviews:
54
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The Miracle Mutt
Author's Corner:*looks around* uh...helloooooooooooooo *listens to the echo* Is anyone there? ^^ hi you guys...I missed you guys sooooooooo much. You all have been on my mind. I hope you are well and that you had a wonderful holiday and New Years. Mine had been...hectic and stressful lol. *laughing turns into crying* *glomps everyone* I really, really miss being up here. I've been trying my luck over at Dragon's Lair for a challenge. (Another reason for a much longer delay) Didn't blow over so well since i wasn't able to finish on time. (work. kicked. my. ass.)so here I am backed to where I am loved and appreciated. Er, if I still have fans left. *looks down sad*
It's not finished but I decided that I can't have you guys feel abandoned any longer and will post my initial challenge fic. *looks very pathetic and pitiful* I know its not much but its to say I'm sorry and while I post this daily, I will be working on my stories and by the time you guys catch up to me with my Christmas story. I'll have updates! ^^ And when you are busy with the new updates, I'll be finishing up with my Christmas fic. I decided that I'm goin to work up a system so that I won't get behind with my updates again. *crosses fingers* hope this works...
Anyhow...back in blu as in Mizumiblu :p Enjoy...
Title: The Miracle Mutt Prologue/9
Author: Mizumiblu
Rating: NC-17
Pairing (s): Jou/Seto
Beta: Rroselavy
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Me No Own Yu Gi Oh
Summary: One Kaiba Seto does not learn that just like money, happiness nor Christmas miracles grow on trees. It’s actually more in the form of a mischievous blond name Jounouchi Katsuya.
Behind dreary grey clouds, the rising sun somewhat brightened up the sluggish city down below, as a white powdery substance that wasn’t there the day before glistened in response. The wind howled fiercely, adding more misery to life on earth as the early first wave of winter took many by surprise.
Honks and shouts of angry commuters echoed over the formerly quiet morning air. Ice that had accumulated over the roads overnight had caused many accidents, ranging from fender benders to fatal. Either way, traffic was backed up for miles.
Pedestrians bundled like Eskimos walked alongside the chaos within said streets as laughing children, on their way to school, stopped to take a look and point at the current additions to the huge bustling city. This in turn, included excess greenery, a plethora of red bows and golden bells adorning streetlights and business establishments, accompanied by strings of colored lights that snaked around everything like vines.
A man, dressed in rags and a series of dirty jackets, staggered by, unnoticed, through the murmuring crowd as he made his way past a huge and prolific corporate building, and then on towards some unknown destination. He held tightly to only prized possession, a radio…
‘Ohayoo, Domino! This is Miyagi Satoshi signing onto OGKU 97, ready to bring you some awesome morning music to start off your day! It is cold out there, so make sure your properly wrap yourselves up as you make your way out in that attempt to do some much needed holiday shopping’
A low growl could be heard over the cheery voice of the radio host as a pale hand grabbed a steaming cup of coffee from a more slender hand poised across a mahogany desk.
‘I have a great lineup that will surely get you into the spirit, starting with an all time holiday classic. So just sit back and relax in your car or where ever you are with that cup of Mc Donald’s coffee or grocery store eggnog, as I bring on some awesome holiday cheer here on OGKU 97.102’
Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!
Just here those sleigh bells jingling,
Ring ting tingling too
Come on, it’s lovely weather
For a sleigh ride together wi—
CRASH!
Blue eyes looked emotionlessly at the fallen radio that has just been swiped off the desk. The batteries that had been knocked out of the machine and had rolled quite a distance before they found purchase, in the middle of the navy blue carpet.
Hmph, Christmas.
Such a bullsh—
RIIING! RIIIING RII—
“Kaiba”
The brunet rolled his eyes heavenward as he listened quietly to a fellow business associate rambling on about things the CEO really didn’t give a damn about.
“Well you make sure to tell Shuji Enterprises that if they want to raise the prices on their shitty hard drives then we’ll surely take our business elsewhere. It’s as simple as that!”
The phone was returned to the cradle with a loud bang that resulted in a temporary power trip for the owner.
The ill-tempered CEO casually picked up his almost forgotten coffee mug and swung his black leather chair around to gaze at the idiot world outside the huge office window. Light clusters of ice were steadily descending downward, some sticking to the glass at eye level.
Great, more snow. Why not add more to the six inches that’s already on the ground.
Now where was he before the interruption?
Ah yes…Christmas.
Bah! What they really should call it is the Happy People’s Holiday.
They’re like a disease, going around trying to spread their stupidity upon everyone else who has a better grip on reality. Don’t they realize that this is also the time of the year where the suicide rate actually skyrockets? Those oblivious, happy idiots just don’t get it. Not everyone found this jolly occasion, well jolly, and that included himself.
With much bitterness, the brunet raised the cup to his lips and then sipped at the cooling, yet still hot liquid, only to grimace.
Speaking of bitter…
Did he NOT say two creams and three packets of sugar?
Apparently his bimbo secretary had thought otherwise.
Now annoyed that he couldn’t find solace in a hot beverage, the brunet replaced the coffee mug back onto the wooden surface of his desk, as he stood up and walked closer to the window.
He sighed heavily as he gently raised his right arm above his head and braced himself against the glass while he allowed the cold surface to touch his forehead.
It was the first of December and yet here he was, already moping around like his best friend had just died…well pretending for a moment that he’d had one.
The blue-eyed chief executive snorted loudly as he wrenched himself from the window, and walked around his desk.
Loneliness had never really bothered him but there was just something about Christmas that made the realization that he was lonely almost too unbearable. It just did things to him. Made him feel emotions that he’d never wanted to feel; like maybe he should have cultivated some sort of friendships with other people. After all, weren’t the holidays about being around the people that care for one another, but what if there never were such people? What then?
The hell if he knew, he was just some money-making big shot who specialized in hostile takeover bids. Who would be able to care about a ruthless, cold-hearted guy like him anyway?
His employees?
Hmph. His employees.
Oh how they loved it when he acted this way.
It was the only time of year that he’d let them get away with anything, and they would always put on their fakest grins and ask with mock concern,
‘Are you okay, Kaiba-sama?’
‘Gee, you sure aren’t acting like yourself, is there something I can do, Kaiba-sama?’
‘Hey, Kaiba-sama, why are you acting so human?’
They were usually joking with him on that last question, but it still got to him every time.
Bare feet scurried across the plush carpet, as toes wriggling slightly into the pile along the way. The brunet reached the coat rack that stood to the immediate right of the large double doors, as he grabbed his winter white fur trimmed trench coat and put it on over his white business suit. He then bent down to lace up his white, buckled, fur laced lined boots.
Dim blue eyes then looked hopelessly to the mirror on the immediate left of the door.
Well he certainly liked to think he was human…
For example, he did laugh on occasions. His younger brother sure liked to point out that embarrassing fact time and again, whenever he felt it was appropriate to tickle that one spot on the older sibling’s side.
He also bled. Being shot at from every type of gun one could think of proved that point without question.
He…cried. Even more so, nowadays. Oh, and how could he forget, his loving stepfather had made sure to make him do that every night, and day, for that matter. So tears were definitely not at all foreign to him.
Heartless…
Kaiba slowly opened the right door panel as he bent slightly to grab his briefcase and then exited. He walked briskly down the beige hall, upon the green carpet, and made it just in time to catch the elevator.
Well whatever it was within his ribcage, it hurt.
The fragile brunet all but collapsed, letting the metal case hit the linoleum floor with a clatter as he fought back the tears that threatened to spill. The elevator doors silently sealed him within its confines, and began to descend.
And it had been hurting for years.
Items Used: None
Word Count For Prologue: 1,286
It's not finished but I decided that I can't have you guys feel abandoned any longer and will post my initial challenge fic. *looks very pathetic and pitiful* I know its not much but its to say I'm sorry and while I post this daily, I will be working on my stories and by the time you guys catch up to me with my Christmas story. I'll have updates! ^^ And when you are busy with the new updates, I'll be finishing up with my Christmas fic. I decided that I'm goin to work up a system so that I won't get behind with my updates again. *crosses fingers* hope this works...
Anyhow...back in blu as in Mizumiblu :p Enjoy...
Title: The Miracle Mutt Prologue/9
Author: Mizumiblu
Rating: NC-17
Pairing (s): Jou/Seto
Beta: Rroselavy
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Me No Own Yu Gi Oh
Summary: One Kaiba Seto does not learn that just like money, happiness nor Christmas miracles grow on trees. It’s actually more in the form of a mischievous blond name Jounouchi Katsuya.
Behind dreary grey clouds, the rising sun somewhat brightened up the sluggish city down below, as a white powdery substance that wasn’t there the day before glistened in response. The wind howled fiercely, adding more misery to life on earth as the early first wave of winter took many by surprise.
Honks and shouts of angry commuters echoed over the formerly quiet morning air. Ice that had accumulated over the roads overnight had caused many accidents, ranging from fender benders to fatal. Either way, traffic was backed up for miles.
Pedestrians bundled like Eskimos walked alongside the chaos within said streets as laughing children, on their way to school, stopped to take a look and point at the current additions to the huge bustling city. This in turn, included excess greenery, a plethora of red bows and golden bells adorning streetlights and business establishments, accompanied by strings of colored lights that snaked around everything like vines.
A man, dressed in rags and a series of dirty jackets, staggered by, unnoticed, through the murmuring crowd as he made his way past a huge and prolific corporate building, and then on towards some unknown destination. He held tightly to only prized possession, a radio…
‘Ohayoo, Domino! This is Miyagi Satoshi signing onto OGKU 97, ready to bring you some awesome morning music to start off your day! It is cold out there, so make sure your properly wrap yourselves up as you make your way out in that attempt to do some much needed holiday shopping’
A low growl could be heard over the cheery voice of the radio host as a pale hand grabbed a steaming cup of coffee from a more slender hand poised across a mahogany desk.
‘I have a great lineup that will surely get you into the spirit, starting with an all time holiday classic. So just sit back and relax in your car or where ever you are with that cup of Mc Donald’s coffee or grocery store eggnog, as I bring on some awesome holiday cheer here on OGKU 97.102’
Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!
Just here those sleigh bells jingling,
Ring ting tingling too
Come on, it’s lovely weather
For a sleigh ride together wi—
CRASH!
Blue eyes looked emotionlessly at the fallen radio that has just been swiped off the desk. The batteries that had been knocked out of the machine and had rolled quite a distance before they found purchase, in the middle of the navy blue carpet.
Hmph, Christmas.
Such a bullsh—
RIIING! RIIIING RII—
“Kaiba”
The brunet rolled his eyes heavenward as he listened quietly to a fellow business associate rambling on about things the CEO really didn’t give a damn about.
“Well you make sure to tell Shuji Enterprises that if they want to raise the prices on their shitty hard drives then we’ll surely take our business elsewhere. It’s as simple as that!”
The phone was returned to the cradle with a loud bang that resulted in a temporary power trip for the owner.
The ill-tempered CEO casually picked up his almost forgotten coffee mug and swung his black leather chair around to gaze at the idiot world outside the huge office window. Light clusters of ice were steadily descending downward, some sticking to the glass at eye level.
Great, more snow. Why not add more to the six inches that’s already on the ground.
Now where was he before the interruption?
Ah yes…Christmas.
Bah! What they really should call it is the Happy People’s Holiday.
They’re like a disease, going around trying to spread their stupidity upon everyone else who has a better grip on reality. Don’t they realize that this is also the time of the year where the suicide rate actually skyrockets? Those oblivious, happy idiots just don’t get it. Not everyone found this jolly occasion, well jolly, and that included himself.
With much bitterness, the brunet raised the cup to his lips and then sipped at the cooling, yet still hot liquid, only to grimace.
Speaking of bitter…
Did he NOT say two creams and three packets of sugar?
Apparently his bimbo secretary had thought otherwise.
Now annoyed that he couldn’t find solace in a hot beverage, the brunet replaced the coffee mug back onto the wooden surface of his desk, as he stood up and walked closer to the window.
He sighed heavily as he gently raised his right arm above his head and braced himself against the glass while he allowed the cold surface to touch his forehead.
It was the first of December and yet here he was, already moping around like his best friend had just died…well pretending for a moment that he’d had one.
The blue-eyed chief executive snorted loudly as he wrenched himself from the window, and walked around his desk.
Loneliness had never really bothered him but there was just something about Christmas that made the realization that he was lonely almost too unbearable. It just did things to him. Made him feel emotions that he’d never wanted to feel; like maybe he should have cultivated some sort of friendships with other people. After all, weren’t the holidays about being around the people that care for one another, but what if there never were such people? What then?
The hell if he knew, he was just some money-making big shot who specialized in hostile takeover bids. Who would be able to care about a ruthless, cold-hearted guy like him anyway?
His employees?
Hmph. His employees.
Oh how they loved it when he acted this way.
It was the only time of year that he’d let them get away with anything, and they would always put on their fakest grins and ask with mock concern,
‘Are you okay, Kaiba-sama?’
‘Gee, you sure aren’t acting like yourself, is there something I can do, Kaiba-sama?’
‘Hey, Kaiba-sama, why are you acting so human?’
They were usually joking with him on that last question, but it still got to him every time.
Bare feet scurried across the plush carpet, as toes wriggling slightly into the pile along the way. The brunet reached the coat rack that stood to the immediate right of the large double doors, as he grabbed his winter white fur trimmed trench coat and put it on over his white business suit. He then bent down to lace up his white, buckled, fur laced lined boots.
Dim blue eyes then looked hopelessly to the mirror on the immediate left of the door.
Well he certainly liked to think he was human…
For example, he did laugh on occasions. His younger brother sure liked to point out that embarrassing fact time and again, whenever he felt it was appropriate to tickle that one spot on the older sibling’s side.
He also bled. Being shot at from every type of gun one could think of proved that point without question.
He…cried. Even more so, nowadays. Oh, and how could he forget, his loving stepfather had made sure to make him do that every night, and day, for that matter. So tears were definitely not at all foreign to him.
Heartless…
Kaiba slowly opened the right door panel as he bent slightly to grab his briefcase and then exited. He walked briskly down the beige hall, upon the green carpet, and made it just in time to catch the elevator.
Well whatever it was within his ribcage, it hurt.
The fragile brunet all but collapsed, letting the metal case hit the linoleum floor with a clatter as he fought back the tears that threatened to spill. The elevator doors silently sealed him within its confines, and began to descend.
And it had been hurting for years.
Items Used: None
Word Count For Prologue: 1,286