Neko: Standard disclaimers apply.

T. K.: Why does this story exist? Because all it takes is someone bending slightly.

"What are you doing?"

"Working."

"Oh… I'm bored."

Hmmm… A bored Mokuba… Never a good thing. "Let's go for a walk."

"Kaiba-kun!"

Kuso, merde, shit, scheiße, and a dozen other translations for the word ran through Kaiba Seto's head as the bright amethyst eyes of Mutou Yugi met his sapphire blue eyes. Kaiba nodded in way of greeting him and Yugi-tachi before trying to walk on but Mokuba decided to engage the short duelist in conversation.

Kaiba made himself scarce by walking a few feet away (where he could still keep an eye on Mokuba) and sitting beneath a tree.

"Don't feel like being sociable today, Kaiba?"

He looked between the legs of the former pharaoh, Yami or Atem or whatever he was calling himself now, and grunted while keeping his eyes on his little brother, who was now talking with Jounouchi Katsuya, the baka inu.

"Of course, when did you ever feel like being sociable," Yami said, mostly to himself.

"If you're going to start with that whole 'High-Priest-in-a-past-life' bullshit, now, get lost." He pondered that for a second. "Get lost, anyway."

Yami decided to be stubborn and (while possibly taking his own, recently restored, life in his hands) sit down next to the young CEO. "We used to get along, you know."

"Hn."

"I remember how we used to go riding, before I became pharaoh. You had this beautiful black stallion, he was a full two hands taller than mine and we would go tearing through the villages to get out to the open desert, just so we could shake off our duties for an hour or two. Mahaado used to get so mad because we worried him so; I think, though, that he was glad to see us happy, but he couldn't say anything."

Yami didn't know if Kaiba was listening, but he wasn't telling the other to take a hike, so he plunged onward. "Those times in the desert, that was when you could truly be yourself. You would laugh and smile and you could shake off that priest demeanor. We would walk in the gardens at night, when no one else was around."

Kaiba's hand twitched and he curled it into a fist.

Yami smirked. You do remember. "We never talked in the garden, we didn't need to."

"I'm not him."

"No, but he is part of you. Part of all those lives you have lived."

"What of Kisara? Wasn't--- No, she was---" Kaiba stopped himself before looking at Yami, a mix of emotions in his eyes. He stood and called for Mokuba, announcing that they were leaving.

"Kaiba---"

"Enough; the past is gone and dead, leave it that way."

"The past may be dead and gone, but I'm not," Yami said after storming into Kaiba's office with several security officers trying to catch him and drag him away.

"Leave him," Kaiba commanded. He waited until security left before speaking again. "The past of the pharaoh and the priest is dead."

"But the future of Yami and Seto is still being born." Yami leaned over and gently kissed the CEO's lips.

"I wondered how long it would take you to figure out that puzzle."

"You game playing bastard."

"So that would make you with King of Bastards, hm?"

T. K.: Okay, that wasn't the ending I had planned, but that's how it wrote its self. I know it probably sucked, but it's been a few years since I've written fan fiction on a regular basis and I'll try to improve my abilities. But for now, R&R, ppl. Love ya, mean it!