Lifestyles of the Rich and the Arrogant by 8LB
Summary: The gang plus Kaiba enroll in a 'Beginning Business' elective class. The teacher flirts shamelessly with Honda, Kaiba's exposed far more than he wishes to be, and much ridiculousness - and zinging - abounds. But it all culminates in a very sweet azureshipping end.
Categories: Continuations Characters: Anzu Mazaki, Hiroto Honda, Katsuya Jounouchi, Mokuba Kaiba, Original Character(s), Seto Kaiba, Yuugi Mutou
Genres: Comedy/Humor, Romance
Story Type: None
Warnings: Language
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 2 Completed: No Word count: 2728 Read: 11683 Published: 02/08/2009 Updated: 06/28/2009
Story Notes:
Disclaimer: I do not own the series or characters. This story is for entertainment purposes only; I am making no profit. No copyright infringement intended.

This is a very silly story. Heh.

1. If Wishes Were Horses by 8LB

2. Avarice and Altruism by 8LB

If Wishes Were Horses by 8LB
Author's Notes:
If Wishes Were Horses
In Which The Business Begins and Jounouchi Loses His Pencil
The clock is ticking...

5...

4...

3...

2...

1...


And they’re off!

The bell rang.

Yugi pushed past the other students, trying desperately to be first down the hallway. It was elective sign-up day, and if he didn’t get there quickly, he- and probably all his friends- would be stuck in a class that was destined to suck the fun out of the rest of the year. If he could just get to the clipboards... Maybe not first, but at least one of the leaders...


First of our three champions out of the gate is Short Stuff, the favorite for today’s race. He’s in excellent form, looking tip-top as he propels down the track. He’s confident, eager for a win here today after a rather disappointing season. The air is fresh and cool, the turf familiar, and all of the contenders looking fierce. Things could heat up quickly you know, and everyone’s looking forward to seeing the final outcome.

“Hey Yugi!” Jounouchi called from behind him, running along in the bustling herd of rampaging high-schoolers. “Save me a spot! I’m coming! I’m coming!” He held his trusty no. 2, bright yellow pencil in his hand, determined to grab a list and proudly jot down his illustrious name. Yes- that year, he would NOT be stuck in more of Sohma-sensei’s Sewing (for-the-stupid) 101.

Oh, it appears someone’s coming up on Short Stuff. Can’t quite make out who it is- a rather shaggy brown mane in the way. Gaining... Still gaining... Whoa, and it looks like Short Stuff just lost his lead!

Jounouchi ran past Honda, flashing him a triumphant grin. Anzu was still somewhere in the back, feeling secure in leaving her fate solely in the hands of her friends. Picking up speed, he zipped past Yugi, hardly able to contain the “whoop” of joy that was begging to be released. Things were looking good, they were almost in the clear.

And it appears he was passed by none other than the Brooklyn Blond, a long-time rival of notable standing. What a race, folks, it looks like things are really starting to escalate!

Who’ll be the victor? I think it’s safe to say that it’s anybody’s race. Looks like Short Stuff’s lagging behind. Probably lost his wind in that swift start. The Brooklyn Blond is pulling further ahead, passing another... and another... He’s on his last lap, folks!

There were about nine people in front of Jounouchi, but he ignored them. He wasn’t going to let them interfere. Nine wasn’t too many, right? He could probably take three guys by himself- and nine was just three three times, so... Well, that might take twice the effort or something, but he could do it. And he had his pencil so he could use that as a weapon if he had to. Yeah, he had his trusty... pencil...

“Oh shit!” he cried, hands on his head. “I can’t find my pencil!”

He stopped mid-hallway and futilely scanned the floor for any trace of his lost implement of writing. Suddenly, he spotted it, about a foot or so in front of him. He reached down to grab it, only to have a cruel, careless foot kick it further away when he was halfway there. He groaned in defeat as it rolled down, down, down the hallway, further and further out of his reach.

He did the only thing he could do- ran after it wildly, arms flailing around like he was an idiot.


What’s this? The Brooklyn Blond looks like he’s stumbling. He’s... Well, still doing quite well, but he’s wild- out of step. Short Stuff’s still lagging behind, with the third competitor... (er... Honda, is it?) still in last place. Things aren’t looking good. Not good at all.

By the time Yugi had reached the sign-up clipboards, a horde of students was already gathered around them, jostling and pushing and fiercely fighting in the game of “first come, first serve”. He spotted Jounouchi on his hands and knees, crawling around on the ground. That was... odd, to say the very least.

“What are you doing?” Yugi asked, “Why are you on the floor?”

“I lost my damn pencil!” he answered forlornly. “I can’t find it! How are we supposed to sign-up if I don’t even have the thing we’re signing-up with?” He groaned in defeat. “What am I gonna do?”

Honda and Anzu came up beside Yugi. “Did you get our names down?” she asked.

Yugi shook his head. “Nope. Jounouchi lost his pencil. We can’t put any names down yet.”

Anzu glanced around. Seeing an opening, she called, “Just keep looking! I’ll get us something good!” And with no fear, she plunged into the sea of students, pushing her way towards the wall.

Honda and Yugi looked on in amazement.

Suddenly, like a man possessed, Jounouchi began jumping up and down excitedly, yelling something unintelligible as he held an arm proudly above his head. He waved it around wildly, whooping with joy.

“I found it! I found it!” he cried with unmatched enthusiasm. “My pencil- I’ve found it!”

With new-found strength and resolve, he barreled down the same path Anzu had taken, meeting up with her at the other side. With a quick thumbs-up to their two waiting friends, she grabbed a clipboard and he quickly jotted down their names.


Looks like the race is over, folks. Yes, it’s over, and a damn good race it was.

xXx


“So Anzu,” Yugi asked as they walked out of the school, “What did you and Jounouchi sign us up for? I hope it’s good. Last year was... Um, educational.”
She laughed. “No, it should be fun. I signed us all up for ‘Beginning Business I’. Sounds good, right?”

He nodded. “Anything’s better than last year! Just about anything...”
End Notes:
Thanks for reading!
Avarice and Altruism by 8LB
Author's Notes:

In Which Teachers are Frightening and Kaiba is Grumpy

Avarice and Altruism
In Which Teachers are Frightening and Kaiba is Grumpy



Room 214 of Domino High School was no different from any other room. One might even say that it was exactly the same. It had four walls, a door, a ceiling, and- as any room in any high school- a questionably clean floor. The interior was painted a dull white-ish color, nondescript and decidedly unmemorable. Even the door, mounted in just-another-hallway, sat plain and boring, waiting amidst the sea of lockers for someone to ask for entry.

Yugi and his crew of delightful characters were in fact, headed that way to do just that. They approached the normal, usual door on another normal, average day.

“Man, I can’t believe we have to take this stupid class,” Jounouchi whined. “I’m gonna be bored this whole stupid year!”

“That’s what you always say,” Anzu replied monotonously. “Give it at least a chance. We could have signed up for something else if you hadn’t lost your pencil.”

His answering whines went unheeded as Yugi opened the door.

“Come on,” Yugi said with a sigh. “I’m sure it can’t be that bad.”

But unfortunately, in Jounouchi’s opinion, it was in fact “that bad”.

They had selected seats- and of course sat in them- and were patiently (and the term is used loosely) awaiting their teacher’s arrival. Why she wasn’t there, they didn’t know, but they certainly weren’t going to complain.

“You can’t be serious,” Jounouchi moaned as the classroom door opened. “Tell me this isn’t happening.”

“What’s the matter with you?” Honda asked. “Why are you freaking out?”

Jounouchi pointed in obvious revulsion towards the door (and the person walking through it). “It’s... him.”

— (Cue Sexy Music and Indoor Fan) —

“And here he is, everyone, Kaiba Seto, the bright young star of this season. Looking absolutely fetching, isn’t he?”

“Oh yes, quite a handsome young man.”

— His walk is proud and arrogant, every step another symbol of his inherent superiority. Thick brown hair falls enticingly over blue eyes, as his icy glare steals the hearts of women everywhere.—

“And just look at that ensemble! Who knew the school uniform look could be so...”

“I believe ‘sexy’ is the word you’re looking for, dear.”

“Why yes, that’s exactly what I mean. And tempting, and absolutely delicious, too...”

“Be careful, or you’ll end up ripping that nice uniform right off him.”

“Oh, you’re horrid!”

“Why yes, I am, aren’t I?”

“But at any rate, here he comes. Ahh, he’s been doing this his whole life, obviously. A natural if I ever saw one.”

“That, or his trainer is incredible! Look at that poise, that grace! He certainly is... talented, isn’t he?”

“After the show, I’ll be sure and let you know.”

“Now who’s being naughty?”

“Oh hush. Those long, lean legs show off the straight-leg cut perfectly. That is a nice pant for his figure, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, a lovely length as well as a lovely cut. I don’t know whose designs he’s modeling, but my goodness whoever it is... An absolute genius! Even that jacket- the gold buttons embellish it nicely- really shows off the body-type of all these handsome young high-school boys.”

“Yes, and that collar is quite flattering to the neck, isn’t it?”

“It is, it is. An absolutely screaming look, altogether.”

“Ahh, done with his first go- it looks like he’s turning around to head back.”

“Yes...”

— in unison — “Oh... my... God...”

“That is... Um... What an...”

“Darling, I know exactly what you mean.”

—(And now back to our regularly scheduled chapter)—

“Not Kaiba!” Jounouchi moaned. “Why why why the hell does he have to be in here?”

“Um, it is a business class,” Anzu pointed out.

Jounouchi forlornly banged his head down upon his desk. “My life... It’s over...”

Honda chuckled. “Get a grip! How bad can it be? I’m sure he won’t even bother us.”

“Get out of my way nerds,” a cold voice sneered.

“H-hi Kaiba,” Yugi said nervously. “Wh-what are you doing here?”

“I’m in this class, obviously, you intellectually-challenged cretin. And you’re in my way.”

Anzu tried not to get angry. (At least, when the police asked for an explanation, that’s what she told everyone.) “Do you have a problem or something, Kaiba?” she asked in a sugar-sweet voice dripping with attitude and malicious intent.

He sneered right back at her, a snide look in his impossibly blue eyes. “Yes Mazaki, there is a problem. You-“ he pointed at her and her friends. “-and your little gang of miscreants, are all in my way. Move.”

“There are desks all over the classroom,” she said, gritting her teeth, “I think you can find another seat, or get to the one you want a different way. So go away and leave us all the hell alone.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and prepared to stare her down. “No.”

Jounouchi grinned and nudged Honda. Kaiba was about to get it, and get it good. When Anzu got mad enough, nobody could escape the magnitude of her wrath.

But suddenly...

“Hello everyone!” a happy voice trilled. A cheerful, attractive young woman stepped into the room, hair falling out of its bun and papers cluttered up in her arms. It was obviously their teacher. She was young, and very pretty. “I’ll be your teacher for...” she looked down at her hand. “Beginning Business 1!” She smiled at them all, and then laughed. “No, I know what class this is. And we’re going to have a wonderful year, I just know it.”

She smiled again and sat down at her desk. “Perhaps you’d all like to take a seat?” She pointedly looked at Kaiba and Anzu.

Grudgingly, Anzu stepped out of the way. (Though in all fairness, she did cast his back a very nasty look.) Kaiba seemed to hesitate for a moment, then with a smirk of insufferable smugness, he seated himself directly behind her.

Anzu fumed inwardly. “I hate you so much,” she muttered.

“And I really don’t give a damn.”

Suddenly, the teacher slammed her fist down on her desk. “Now, now. I really don’t want any trouble,” she said with a sweet smile, “But if you’d please refrain from talking as I call the roll. We’ll begin shortly.” She smiled again.

The class exchanged a worried look. Something about her was definitely a little off.

After the roll (everyone was present), she took out a piece of chalk and, humming happily to herself, began writing on the board. “My name is-“

“What’s with her?” Honda muttered to Yugi and Jounouchi as she kept writing, her back turned. “I can’t tell if she’s nice or a total bitch. I have a feeling that this class is going to be an expericence.”

“Excuse me,” the very-same teacher said, leaning on Honda’s desk. “Do you boys have a problem here?” She smiled disarmingly and batted her eyelashes a little. “I was just trying to give the class an introduction, and I couldn’t help but notice that you were having a conversation without me. That just isn’t nice. We want to participate too, don’t we class?”

“Honda,” Jounouchi muttered out of the corner of his mouth, “run now. That’s the voice Mai uses whenever she wants something. You just can’t say no; it’s lethal- impossibly dangerous. Get out while you still have your pride, man!”

The teacher smiled again and then sat down on top of Honda’s desk. “Honda, is it?” she cooed. “Please, tell us what you were talking about. We’re all dying to know.”

He gulped nervously. She crossed her legs, and her already short skirt- that a teacher really shouldn’t have been wearing- rose even further on her legs. His eyes widened as he saw the lacy tops of her thigh-high stockings. He forced his eyes away. (Unfortunately, the place they landed was no better.) “I... I wasn’t talking about anything. I d-didn’t mean to interrupt.”

She tapped the side of his face with a pencil. “There’s a good boy.” She winked and slid off his desk. Going back into respectable teacher mode, she said with much enthusiasm, “Now, I’ll pass out some papers about our curriculum and syllabus. I hope you all enjoy your time with me.” She cast a seductive glance discreetly at Honda. “I know I’ll enjoy all of my time with you.”

She took a few stacks of papers from her desk and began to pass them out.

Yugi tried to suppress a chuckle, but his efforts were futile. “Well,” he said, “This class seems like it will be interesting.”

Jounouchi winked at Honda and nodded. “Y’know Yug, I think I agree.”

“Shut up,” Honda growled. “Just leave me alone.”

Even Anzu was giggling- though it was continually interspersed with glares towards the boy behind her. “Sorry,” she said, “But they’re right. I’m sure we’ll all learn a lot.” Yugi nodded emphatically with her, both trying hard to be serious. Needless to say, they failed.

The two papers got to their rows, meeting with a smirking Jounouchi, a giggling Anzu, a quietly amused Yugi, and a sulking, frowning, not-pleased-about-being-teased Honda.

The bell rang soon after that, and all the students filed out obediently. Yugi and crew- and Kaiba, unfortunately enough- were some of the last ones to leave. “Out of my way, Kaiba,” Anzu growled at him as he stood in front of the doorway stuffing something into his bag.

“I’ll be through in a moment, Mazaki,” he snarled back at her, “but I’m not moving until I finished.” She was seething mad, fists clenched and shoulders raised.

If anyone thought that the two would one day get along... Well, those thoughts were flying right out the window. “There,” Kaiba said to himself smugly. He re-adjusted the strap on his shoulder and sauntered proudly out the door.

Anzu stomped after him, muttering curses under her breath. Yugi and Jounouchi came after her, chatting to themselves about... something, probably of the highest academic caliber. Well, that or Yugi was reminding him why it wasn’t okay to stick pennies in electrical outlets. Suddenly, they all heard an “eep!”.

“What’s wrong?” Yugi asked worriedly.

“She grabbed my ass,” Honda said woodenly, eyes wide.

“She what!” Jounouchi asked, laughing.

“I... I don’t want to talk about it.”

“That’s j-“

“I said I don't want to talk about it.”

End Notes:

Hee.  Wow, this is sillier than I remember.  Look out for the rest soon!

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