I'm Not Like You Chapter 6: El Fin!, a yu-gi-oh fanfic

Disclaimer: I still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!

OKAY, I have to ask; everyone is saying that my story is a lot like a soap opera. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? I just have to know, do you guys like this or not? Because I really hope you do. This story is my masterpiece.

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Jou fell back onto the silken bed sheets with a contented sigh. Seto brought Joey into his arms and kissed the back of his neck, lightly. "Again, puppy?" The blonde pushed him off. "I'm not a damn machine, moneybags!"

Seto chuckled and licked behind Jou's ear. "That's alright. I'm a bit worn, myself. You are as energetic as I thought you to be." "Hmm. Set, what time is it?" "About 4 o'clock. Maybe 5 'til."

"What! Oh, damn it! I was supposed to have turned in a paper in my class an hour ago!" Jou dove off the bed, his pale butt flashing Seto, as he tore into his backpack to find the project.

"I am in so much trouble it's not even funny!" "Settle down, pup-sickle. What's the problem?" "I was supposed to'a turned that project in last week! Sense it was late, the teach said that if I didn't bring it today that she was callin' my old man!"

"Grounded?" "At the least!" Joey shouted, gathering all of his stuff together. "Man, Set, I gotta get home!" Jou dashed over to Seto, gave him a quick, blushing kiss on the lips, and dashed out the door without even a good-bye.

Poor Mokuba, who had been heading to ask his brother a question, was almost bowled over. "Seto? Why was Joey leaving so soon? He seemed really nice..." The tone was almost accusatory, a question of 'what did you do to him?'

"I honestly don't know," Kaiba told his little sibling, grabbing the pillow that Joey had been resting upon and hugging it.

Meanwhile, Jou was rushing down the trashiest streets in the city, trying to ignore the drug dealers that constantly plagued the street corners. His only hope was to get home before his father realized that he was late and to catch the phone before his old man could.

The door to the Jounouchi's rundown apartment gave a little squeak as it opened, and Jou tip-toed inside, being as quiet as he could. The small TV in the living room was on and a half-empty beer bottle was gripped in the hand of the adult sitting in the chair.

'Looks like Dad passed out drunk again. Go figure. Maybe tonight he'll leave me alone.' Jou grabbed the telephone and took it into his room with him, hoping that the ringing that was sure to come wouldn't wake the sleeping man up.

Joey placed the phone under his pillow so that the ring would be silenced. Then, he grabbed his deck of Duel Monster cards and tried out a few new strategies that Seto had told him while they were resting after their... second 'round'.

He was so wrapped up in his game that he jumped when the door to his room slammed open. "Hello... Joseph." "Eh, heya, Dad. I see you're awake."

"Don't try and make small talk with me, you piece of trash! I got a call from your teacher today! You've not only been missing assignments, but you didn't even go to school today! Where the fuck were you!"

"I had something really important to take care of. Not like you've ever really cared before." Whack! Joey fell back as his father smacked him on the cheek. "Don't you speak to me like that, boy! I'm your father, and you'll treat me with respect!"

"How do you expect me to respect you if you keep treating me like garbage!" Crack! "Ow!" Jou's dad grabbed him by the hair and jerked him up to eye level. "Not another word out of you, you miserable bastard!"

Joey winced, recognizing the drunken undertone of his father's voice. "You're drunk, Dad!" "Maybe I am! But you're going to be the one who passes out... from pain!"

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Seto sat at his desk, fidgeting nervously. Tapping the pencil against the wood was the only thing he could do to calm his sudden twitching. 'Why do I miss my puppy so much? He only left an hour ago. I know I slept with him, but that doesn't mean that I can't go without him until the next time I see him."

"Big brother? Are you okay? You can't seem to sit still today. Do you wish Joey was still here?" Seto gave the tiniest of smiles to his little sibling, picking him up into his lap and cuddling him.

"I guess I do wish Jou wouldn't have left. I wonder why he ran out so suddenly." "Do you think maybe he was in trouble?" Seto took a deep breath of his brother's hair. "He might have been..."

"I was supposed to'a turned that project in last week! Sense it was late, the teach said that if I didn't bring it today that she was callin' my old man!" "Grounded?" "At the least!"

"Joey missed turning something in at school. Maybe he's in trouble with his father. He did skip school today." "That makes sense!" Mokuba told him, hugging him. "If Jou needs someplace to come after the crossfire, you could offer to let him stay here!"

Seto smiled. "That would be a good idea. Puppy needs to know that he has someplace to come to if he just needs to get out of the house." Seto picked Mokuba up and set him down on his feet.

"I'm going to go find Puppy. I'll try and bring him back here so that we'll both be happy." "All three of us!" Mokuba cheered. "I really, really like Joey! He's a lot of fun! I want him to stay around!"

The brunette looked at his little brother seriously. "Mokie, I know that I haven't paid as much attention to you as I could have sense I took over the company. I... I'm just starting to realize that. Are you really okay with someone else in there with us?"

"Big brother, all I want is for you to be happy. And I've known from the first time you came home ranting about a 'miserable dog' scratching up our limo, that you love Joey. So go bring our puppy home, Seto!"

Pumped up by Mokuba's words, Seto hit the intercom button insistently. "Ronald! I need you to bring a limo to the front of the building right away!" "Yes, sir, Mr. Kaiba!" With a final run of his fingers through Mokie's hair, Seto rushed briskly out the office door.

After having chewed on his nails the whole trip, Seto stepped out of the limo in front of a rundown building. 'How can Joey live here? I'm surprised he isn't in juvenile hall, growing up in a place like this.'

He walked up multiple flights of stairs, rats, cats, and roaches moving out of the way. He finally knocked on the door next to the brass plate reading 'Jounouchi'. To his annoyance, no one answered the door.

"Puppy! Pup, it's Seto! Open the door!" Still no answer. 'I thought, what with the way Jou was running, he would be here by now.' Seto pulled a credit card out of his pocket. What, like he wouldn't carry a million? He slid the card down the crack of the door, easily slipping the lock open.

Breaking and entering... it was worth it for his pup! "Joey. Jou, where are you?" Smack! "You useless mother fucker!" "Well that doesn't sound pleasant," Kaiba growled, not liking the thought that Joey might have been the one struck.

He walked down the hallway, taking on his most haughty stance. Very intimidating. Only one door down the long hall was closed, and it seemed to be the source of all the noise he'd been hearing.

"Pup! Pup-sickle, where are you? Are you in there?" Silence filled the room behind the closed door. "Who the hell is that!" A full-grown adult threw the door open, and Seto stared at the male.

His eyes were red and glazed, his stance more than a little tipsy. "You would be Joey's father, then? Please move out of my way, I need to speak with your son." "Whadda you want with my boy?"

A blonde head poked up from behind the adult. "Seto? What are you doing here?" The brunette didn't respond, instead opting to stare at the bruise forming on his lover's jaw. "I came to offer you a place to stay tonight if you needed to cool down from the fight with your father. Seeing your face, I'm sure it was necessary."

Jou raised his hand to the warm spot. "Did your father do that to you, Puppy-dog?" Joey's dad raised an eyebrow. "Puppy-dog? What do you mean, calling my boy that? Is he your bitch or something!

"You traitorous brat! So that's what you've been doing in your spare time, eh! I'll teach you, you little slut!"

Seto grabbed the fist that swung at Joey in his own grip, squeezing it, tightly. "Don't you dare raise a hand to Jou while I'm standing here. No, not ever! Joey, come here." The blonde ran up to his boyfriend, hugged him, and let his head lay on Seto's chest.

"What are you doing, boy! Don't tell me you actually ended up gay!" Joey hid his eyes in Seto's trench coat. "I am gay, Dad. And I love Seto." "That's my puppy," Seto whispered, fondly, lightly messing up the shaggy hair.

"If you don't get away from that boy right now, don't you dare consider this your home anymore! I didn't raise some gay slut!" "No, you didn't. You raised a kind, happy, honest, and wonderful son. How, I don't know. And I don't care. I just care about the end result; my true love."

"Seto..." Joey blushed, hearing the kind words, knowing there was kindness beneath the cold tone with which his father was addressed. "Grab your things, Joey. He's right, this isn't your home anymore."

Joey raised his eyes to smile at his lover. "Your home is at the mansion with Mokuba and me." "That's right, Seto!" Joey cheered, hugging the brunette, who wrapped his arms around him. "But it's not the mansion that is home. It's this feeling I get, wrapped up in your arms. I'm home, Seto!"

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Yugi swung back and forwards in the swing. "What did you have to say, Yami?" The taller teen sat down on the swing next to Yugi, flinching at the uncaring tone. "Yugi, why are you so mad at me? That kiss with Anzu... I sure didn't like it!"

"Why did you kiss her in the first place? I was honestly thinking about agreeing to go out on a date with you this weekend. You have been so kind to me this week. Even with Marik and Bakura making Ryou and Malik's lives miserable, I felt that you were something more. You broke my heart by kissing that girl!"

Yami reached over and set his hand on Yugi's leg. "I didn't kiss Anzu, Yugi. She kissed me. I told her! I told her that I only liked her as a friend! Didn't you know that? I love you, Yugi. Not that girl. She's not the right person for me."

"Such a shame," Yugi replied, keeping his eyes trained downwards. "But I can't admit to caring that much, Yami. You really, really hurt me! I care for you a lot, but you broke my heart into pieces. How am I supposed to get over that?"

"Yugi, I never wanted to hurt you. Never, never, never. You mean the world to me. I love you. And I was planning to ask you out... yesterday afternoon. I was hoping that you'd be my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend!" Apparently, the word had left the classroom that the two were going to talk. Everyone and their cousin ran out of the bushes, shocked at the most popular boy in school asking out the looser loner.

Yami glared around at all of the people. "This isn't your conversation. I suggest you leave Yugi and myself to talk and leave. Now, please!" No one, however, seemed interested in leaving.

"Are you really asking out that little runt?" one of the cheerleaders asked, looking perfectly scandalized. "I know that Anzu likes you! Really, Yami, you don't have to resort to him." Yami's gaze turned deadly.

"Don't you dare talk down to someone I care about like that! He means more to me than any of you cheer-bitches put together with a mountain of gold and diamonds. After all, your kind is a dime a dozen! Or two-hundred bucks a night, from what I hear."

A couple of people went 'oooh' at what he said. That was quite a burn. "Yami, why are you choosing this little looser over me!" Anzu ran out of the crowd, trying to look vulnerable but her appearance screwed up by her pasty make-up.

Yugi had, up 'til that point, managed to duck into the invisible state. Even when he and Yami were at the center of a crowd, he was virtually un-noticeable. However, Anzu's appearance let him know, the final showdown was coming.

"It's like a soap opera. He likes me, she likes him, and I'm not even sure I can forgive him for breaking my heart with her." Yami squeezed Yugi's leg a bit. "I'm not going to make you forgive me, Little One. I'm not sure that I could. But I'm not going to give up on you. I love you."

Yugi blushed. "Yami, I'm going to have to think about this. You love me, and I know I like you, but you really hurt me. Anzu likes you, so why don't you just pick her? She'll be better for you that wimpy old me."

"Exactly my point, Yami, honey!" Anzu shrieked, gripping Yami's other hand in her talons. "Anzu, let go of me!" Yami ripped away from the girl. "No, Anzu! I don't like you! You aren't the person I want! I want Yugi! I love him. Not you, you slut!"

People stared! Sense when had a quarterback ever insulted the head cheerleader? It was almost unheard of! The whole school was now torn in half! Follow the popular, gay, quarterback or the head cheerleader?

Yugi, however, was quickly figuring out where he stood. But he had to be sure... "Yami, do you have any idea what you're risking for me? These people are what makes you... popular. You might loose your social status. For someone like me."

"Don't put yourself down like that, anymore, Yug," Yami insisted, standing up and turning to face Yugi. "And I don't care what I'm risking. Sure... we all had to give up a lot of ourselves to be where we are, but I don't care."

Yami glared at the crowd. "You people aren't what I care about! You only care about what I am, not who I am! If I wasn't the quarterback, none of you would even know my name! That's not what I want!

"I want you, Yugi. You're the best thing to come into my life, yet. And I'm not going to give up on you. You are everything to me, Yugi. Not, popularity." Yugi looked up at Yami with shiny, tear-filled eyes.

"Oh, Yami. You're really giving all of this up for me? Yami... you're so wonderful. I... I love you, Yami Motou." The two seemed pulled together by gravity as they exchanged their first couple's kiss.

Damn, did the crowd have something to say about that. Anzu burst into tears and all of the cheer-bitches ran to her comfort. Some of the students were shouting and hissing at the couple, hating their homo-boy relationship. Others cheered and catcalled. The two lip-locked didn't care.

They were finally... happy.

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Bakura sat down at a table in the little café near his house. Ryou sat across from him, legs crossed and hands clasped on the tabletop. "What do you want to eat, Bunny-chan?" Ryou blushed. "Um... I don't know." The waitress, in her little uniform, smiled.

"You two are so cute! It's the first time I've seen an actual gay couple come in here before! Just for that, drinks are on me!" Bakura glared, not liking the girl's squeal while Ryou gave an honest smile.

"Thank you. Um, raspberry tea and a crème tart." "Coffee, black, and a donut." The waitress gave Bakura a cool look. "Not the brightest crayon in the box, is he?" she whispered in Ryou's ear as she turned to walk away.

The wilder white-haired boy glared at her. "Bitch. She's working minimum wage, and she dares to talk bad about me?" "Bakura, be nice," Ryou told him, smiling in spite of himself.

"Well, she had no reason to bring attention to us just because we're both guys. There was no excuse for that!" Ryou blushed. "Bakura? Are you embarrassed that I'm a man? I know it probably isn't something usual for you... but I can't change my gender at will, love. It doesn't work like that."

Bakura glared, lightly. "I know that! I just... never thought I would find myself infatuated with an unpopular guy, you know?" "Which is the bigger scandal to you? That I'm an outcast or that I'm male?"

"Fuck, I don't know! I don't really call either a scandal. I care about you..." Ryou waited for the end of the sentence. When it didn't come, he understood. "You really like me. Don't you, Bakura?" "Yeah, Bunny. I do."

Ryou smiled at him, softly. "You're very insensitive, Bakura. You don't think about anyone but yourself. You're impatient. You can't be romantic, and you have a bad temper." "Gee, what are my good points?"

The smaller laughed. "I wasn't finished! Even though you are all of those things, I can't stop from finding myself perfectly drawn to you. You aren't anything at all like the person I imagined myself falling in love with."

Bakura grinned. "Love? You love me, Ryou?" He blushed. "I do. I love you very much, Bakura. In spite of everything, I love you." The two sat, enjoying each other's presence.

Suddenly, Ryou pulled his backpack into his lap and started digging through it. "Ryou?" "This feeling... it's so incredible! I have to write this down. Inspiration like this isn't something you can find that easily!"

A hardcover notebook was pulled out of the bag and opened to a new page. The scratching of the pencil on paper comforted them both as their food arrived. "Call me if you need anything," she chirped, picking up Bakura's hand, brazenly, and putting it atop Ryou's.

The effeminate boy smiled and turned his hand over, clasping it with Bakura's. "Are you getting a lot of work done, Bunny?" "I'm almost done, Bakura-chan. It's not long, just an opening, but it says a lot."

"Well, let's hear it then!" Ryou finished up his scribbling and put the pencil away. "Okay, this isn't going to be very good. I haven't done warm ups, and I don't have any music to go behind it.

"Kind and lovely... slow and purely. Feel my soul rising out of me. You make it all feel so gentle and wise. And your love is one more thing that grows sweeter with time."

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Two weeks later:

Isis stared at the policeman sitting on her couch with indifference. "So your asking me to reveal any information I know concerning my father's killer. Is that it?" "Yes, ma'am. We want to find this guy."

She smiled. "I see. I'm afraid that will be impossible. You see... my brother and I are refusing to reveal any information we know concerning this terrible event. I'm sorry officer. That is our last statement."

"Do you want the person who murdered your father to walk free?" Isis's smile quickly turned to a frown. "My brother... is still alive... because of that person saving him from our father. We owe his life to that person. You aren't going to be getting anymore from us. I'm sure you know where the door is, officer. Thank you for stopping by."

The girl walked into the kitchen to see her little brother glaring at the officer through the sliding wood blinds that separated the rooms. "Asshole," he hissed. Isis glared lightly and whacked him on the head with a rolled up magazine.

"Enough, Malik. You need to get going or you're going to be late for your outing with your friends." "Yikes!" Malik cried, grabbing his jacket off the back of the chair. "Thanks, sister! I'll be back later!"

She grinned lightly. "Not spending the night with him?" "Enough, Isis! Be nice!" The two laughed. "Okay, little brother. Have fun!" "I will!"

Malik pulled his coat on and grabbed his wallet, slamming the door behind him. The cop was still sitting in his little cop-car in front of the house. Malik sat down on the chair on the porch, exchanging frozen looks with the man until he heard his name called.

"Mal! Sorry I'm late, baby!" Malik grinned, running to hug his boyfriend. "Marik! You've been ages! Come on, let's go! The others are waiting for us!" "I know. Let's go!" The two hopped on Malik's bike.

The slighter teen nuzzled his boyfriend's back, hugging him from behind. "Ready?" "Hit it!" The two sped off, leaving streaks on the road. Marik was getting more than a little excited by the slight rubbing up against his back.

Finally, the two arrived at the arcade. Marik stood up, turned around, and kissed Malik hard on the lips. When the two separated, Marik frowned. "By the way, was that cop asking questions?"

"As they always do. No one seems to get that Isis and I don't want you in some detention center away from me. I love you... I'm not quite over the... trauma, but I'm not getting rid of you."

"Trauma... God, Malik. You just have to make me feel so horrible. I don't know how I can live with this. The guilt... I killed someone, for Ra's sake!" Malik hugged him. "You saved my life, Marik. And I'm never going to make you face all of this alone."

"Thank you, Malik. Thank you for giving me another chance. And for loving me. You are my sweet, sweet flower, my Little Lotus." Malik smiled at the nickname. "I love you, Marik."

"What are you two lovebirds doing out here?" Bakura poked his head outside. "Come on in, you two! You're going to get arrested for PDA." "Shut up, Bakura!" The albino smirked at his friend. "Then get a move on! We already have a table."

Malik and Marik walked hand in hand into the arcade where all of their friends were waiting for them, knowing that things were finally alright. The rift between popular and outcast was sealed.

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Holy crap... I think it's over! Holy crap! Awesome! But don't anyone tell me to add on to it, waaay to stressful. But I think I did a good job on this, despite the hurried ending. Usually I focus on Mari and Mali, so I had to cut back... Oh well! Thanks for reading my greatest baby: I'm Not Like You!