Ok, so, I don't really know what brought this on, but the original idea took place in ancient greece, not present day, like it does here.

XD ok sooooo...

Disclaimers, god dammit, how I hate... no, how I LOATHE them, but someone has to do it so I might as well get it over with... Looks over to side, Smiles evilly

Y'know what? I'm not gonna do the disclaimers, Jou is!!!

Jou: The fuck!? Why me!?

Because, I don't want to.

Jou: So what!? Your the author, aren't you? Take some responsibility for your creations and do the disclaimers yourself!

Then I'll write Seto and you out of the fic.

Jou: Turns to everyone looking Fuu-chan doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh or the characters, she just owner her brain, Which doesn't work at all, and this fic. Ok, so, is everyone happy and is no one gonna get their ass sued?

Everyone nods their head

Jou: Good!

Seto's sitting over in a corner, not moving, just staring at Jou

Ok, so, as Jou-tachi said, I don't own anything I use. So, enough procrastinating and shit, here's the real fic!

And no, the part of my brain that is used for rational thought doesn't work.

Jou: Ha! I knew it! Your brain doesn't work!

Throws heavy object at Jou

If that were true you and Seto wouldn't be here right now! Now shut the Fuck up so I can start writing, moron!

Oh, yes, I know it is the DUMBEST TITLE EVER. Sorry 'bout that.

Rated M for language and probable extreme sexual intercourse on the future.

Hades and Hell

Everybody's got their problems,

Everybody says the same thing to you,

It's just a matter how you solve them,

And knowing how to change the things you've been through.

Another normal day, another bitchy teacher, another day of doing Hades dirty work for him. Fuck. He was so not up to this today.

Katsuya Jonouchi exhaled slowly, tying his shoes. Dammit, why did he have to do this? The teachers were annoying, he had already learned all of the stuff a thousand times over, and he would just love to send the teacher's soul to Hades, but it wasn't her time yet, so he couldn't.

You may look at Katsuya Jonouchi and think that he is just another totally normal blonde kid, who's had a fucked up past, an abusive father, was in a gang before he got some real friends, goofed off like a three- year- old sometimes, and had someone he hated with a passion. On the outside.

This information was incorrect on one account-

He wasn't just another totally normal blonde kid. He was a demon. A tainted angel. He's been alive longer than most people, a lot longer than any senior citizen that there was, yet he never aged(Surprise, surprise), and he went around taking people's souls to hell before any of the angels could send them to heaven. He was one of the thousands of demons working for Hades, Lord of the Underworld, God of hell, The Devil, Satan, whatever the hell you wished to call him.

Yea, he was just another fucked up teen.

Grabbing his Mp3 player, he headed out the door quietly as he could, trying not to wake his 'dad', who was knocked out from yet another one of his drinking binges. Opening the door without making a noise was not easy. There were a few squeaks, but nothing loud enough to wake up his father.

Everyone here is wondering-

If he's a demon, why couldn't he fly out the window? He has to have wings, right?

Wrong.

You had to follow rules, like everything else in life. You can't just use your wings and fly anywhere. I mean, a boy with wings, flying? He'd be locked up in a laboratory, sliced open, and examined. Wether he was killed in the process or not, these humans probably wouldn't care. And besides, you could only use your wigs for just a few reasons-

You were either in a lot of trouble and needed to leave... fast.

You were going around doing your 'job'

You got extremely angry.

Scratch the last one. when you got angry, you didn't just reveal your wings. You revealed your true form, what an angel or demon really looked like.

Jou put his earphones in, pressing the play button. The song 'I pray' filtered into his ears... Tea or Serenity must have gotten their hands on it again. Shit. He pressed the fast forward button, switching the tunes to 3 Day's Grace.

He reached the school a few minutes later.

Stuffing the device in his pocket, he marched up the steps of the building. Another day in hell.

He laughed at the irony.

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Seto Kaiba grudgingly lifted himself out of bed, cursing at the cold air that swirled around him. He hated mornings. More than anything in the world. Stubborn business partners, that kid Noah when he tried to steal his brother and his company, more than the mutt... well, that wasn't necessarily true. But no one needed to know that. Nope, no one needed to know, not even Mokuba, the only person on the planet who he really trusted.

You may look at Seto Kaiba and think that he is just another totally normal brunette kid, who's had a painful past, a bastard of a stepfather, a little brother he's had to take care of since they had been dropped off at an orphanage, is just plain annoying most of the time, and had someone he hated with a passion. On the outside.

This information wasn't incorrect, it was actually right on the mark. Except for one thing. He ran a company. One of the, if not, the largest company in the stock markets and in the world. And he was the head of it all. The CEO.

He spearheaded Kaiba Corps actions, made all of the important moves, directed a complex of over three million people. That and his title of duel monsters champion now belonged to a little kid with tri-colored hair who still hadn't hit puberty yet.

Yea, another ordinary teen.

He made his way down the stairs, trying to remain awake. He would have fallen back asleep while climbing down the stairs had he not smelled something burning and heard the smoke detector go off, filling the air with shrill noise. That woke him up more effectively than anything else that morning. That and he almost had a heart attack. He ran down the rest of the stairs and followed the smell into the kitchen. What a surprise. Through the smoke he saw his little brother, coughing by the stove.

He made his way over to Mokuba and opened p the window above the sink on the way. He pulled Mokuba out of the kitchen, choking on the smoke.

"What exactly happened in there?" He asked, worry mixed with anger broadcasted through his words.

"I tried to make breakfast."

"Okay, then. Do me a favor and help me open up these windows."

Ten minutes later, when most of the smoke had been filtered out by open windows and fans, he turned to Mokuba.

"What were you trying to make, anyway?"

"Omelette..."

"Okay. You might want to stick with cereal in the future, okay, Mokuba?"

"Okay, Nii-sama!"

Well, that was about half an hour of needed time gone. Dammit.

Kaiba stepped out of his limo about 30 more minutes later, making his way up the stairs to his class. The teacher would want an explanation as to why he was late, and, of course, she would get none.

He opened the door to the class room, ignoring the glares of all the male students, and all the ogling thrown at him by the girls, save Yugi and his little group of friends.

The teacher glared daggers at him, her eyes saying 'You give me an explanation right now or you get two hours of detention and classroom cleaning duty'. Of course, he ignored her.

He went to his spot at the front of the class, motioning for the bitch of a teacher to continue, earning another glare of daggers, which he deflected with a glare of his own, saying-

'If you don't continue your lesson and act as if I was here from the start I won't make your life a living hell.'

The teacher continued her lesson.

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Lunch time. At last. Jou might be a demon, but he could be a total glutton at times. It was still a mystery to a lot of people how he could eat as much food as he did and not gain any weight at all. The doctor he visited blamed it on an over-active metabolism. Yea, right.

He stood in line at the cafeteria, wondering just what was being served today. Contrary to popular belief, the food the cafeteria served was decent. Moving up in line, he saw that there was pizza. Lucky day! He went along the line, loading his tray with food and digging around in his pocked for money to pay for it, which rendered him completely broke afterwards.

He heard his friends talking about the Due Monsters championships taking place this weekend, and sat down at his usual place earning himself an exasperated look from Anzu.

"Katsuya Jonouchi, I swear! You have the biggest appetite I have seen in my life! Your going to have health problems if you keep eating that much every day!"

Great. Grief from Anzu on his eating habits. Now his day was almost complete. Almost.

"Give ot a rest, Anzu, it's not like I'm gonna die from eating this much!"

No, it wasn't going to kill him. He wouldn't die. Or rather, he couldn't.

"Stuffing your face again, mutt?" A cold voice said, the slightest hint of a smirk hidden in between the tones.

Now his day was complete.

"Waddya' want Kaiba?" He said, trying his best to fill his voice with as much malice as possible, turning in his seat. But Kaiba wasn't there anymore, he was sitting at a table at the far end of the cafeteria, typing on his black laptop.

'How the heck does he do that? Maybe he's a demon... or an angel.'

But Jou couldn't tell. Angels had the ability to see if anyone was a demon or not, just hiding in their gigai, or human form.

Demons, however, did not hold this power in their arsenal. But the fact that they could do so much more than an angel when it came to fighting and tracking made up for the lack of that certain talent.

A few minutes later, Jou was back in the classroom and suffering from a sore stomach. Anzu might have been right in one case- all that eating would make him sick.

He had the time of his life trying to stay awake with his aching stomach, which earned him some whacks from a ruler on his hands whenever the teacher saw that he had fallen asleep.

The bell finally rang, the shrill noise was a source of ultimate relief for everyone in the school.

Jou grabbed his stuff, bid his friends fare well, and ran out of the school.

Was he really that anxious to go and take peoples souls now?

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Hey, that's ch.1, or the prologue... Ok it's the prologue!

Not a lot of interaction between Seto and Jou, huh? XD ah well, it'll come soon enough!

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