Seto Kaiba walked down the street once again, the very poor looking street that just wasn't fit for a rich CEO of a big, rich company like him. So why was he on this poor looking street, and not in his office or in his fancy limo that protected him from all the poorness? You could say he had a 'thing' for someone on this street. Not much, just some certain sexy feelings for him that haunted every moment of his day, including his sleep. "Are you okay?" Mokuba would ask, and Seto would shove him aside, telling him to stop being such an annoying, nosy little pest. But he knew he looked bad these days. It was only partially Mokuba's fault.

He snuck into the back of the store, his eyes instantly scanning the whole room. "Hello again, Kaiba," said a deep, sultry voice.

Seto chuckled quietly. As expected of the one and only person worthy of being his rival. Of course he was behind him. "Good day, Yugi. Up to your old tricks again, I see."

"Yugi", the older one, raised his eyebrow. 'Was that a pun?' "Yes... Would you like to take a look at today's selection?"

"I'd love to," Seto breathed. Dammit, why couldn't he control himself around Yugi anymore?

Yami led him to the first person. "This is Joey," he held out his hand, introducing a shirtless boy with a collar and leash. That was, apparently, his "appeal" type. This had stopped becoming amusing long ago, so Kaiba just looked away with a grimace. Joey seemed too preoccupied to notice him, though. "I think I'll pass."

Yami nodded, moving onto the next choice. "Taylor," Seto nodded. He no longer had any kind of respect for him. You know someone's the type to just follow blindly following someone into this type of business. He just smiled dumbly in his actually completely normal clothes until he spotted Kaiba. "What do you want, Kaiba?" he hissed.

"Oh nothing, nothing." He waved a hand in dismissal, moving on.

"I think you're already familiar with this one," Yami commented. The man's face went sour at seeing his former boss, who'd sold him off because "Muto's offer is far more valuable than your work" in his lipstick and netted shirt.

"Oh hello, Roland. And I think you already know my answer." Yami nodded, the two stepping back.

"That's it then, is it?"

"It's quite a busy business," he patted his pimp hat smugly, "all the good ones are taken."

Seto put his hands behind his back, swinging back and forth slightly. "I don't have anything to do, so I suppose I could just stay here... with you, for a while."

"That would be fine." Yami didn't think anything of it. This had been going on for a while.

Seto moved closer, very slowly, taking in the scent of that pricy, but oh so delectable calogne.

"'Ey, Yams!" Yami moved away to talk to the person who'd tapped his arm. And made Kaiba curse his name. Yami already knew what he was going to ask, though.

"Do ya know when Gramps' comin' back?"

"Anytime now," he sighed. He always came back around the same time, so why did Joey always ask?

"Oh, tanks!" Joey grinned, going back to his daydreams about his sexy ex-boyfriend, who he still loved. Who'd broken up with him. But he would get him back, he would! He would prove to Grandpa he was worthy, he promised himself with teary but determined eyes.

It was at that moment that Grandpa happened to stroll in, smiling kindly at at his grandson's lookalike's cohorts. "Hello, Yami. Are you and your friends having fun?"

"Yeah, Grandpa!" Yami exclaimed, giving him a hug for show.

The old man chuckled. "Alright, you can get off me now."

Seto and Joey nodded in agreement, not that anyone was paying attention to them.

"I'm going to go take a nap. You be good, alright?"

Yami nodded, kissing the wrinkled cheek. "I will." He didn't like being treated like a kid, but Grandpa knew not everyone knew exactly who he was. For the best, of course, but people thinking he was that uncool little midget wasn't quite what he wished for. He appreciated Grandpa's help. A lot. Grandpa. That felt so wrong. Solomon. They weren't related, and Solomon was such a... handsome name. Solomon walked out of the room, Yami regaining his cool pimp-like composure.

Joey ran after him, breaking free of his daydreams a little too late. Seto had already left, as he often did when Yami/Yugi interacted with other people.

Joey smiled at the sleeping peaceful face. He grabbed a hand, leaning forward, his face dangerously close to the other's. "I love yas. I needs ya. And I'll make ya see dat ya nee' me too. 'Cause if ya don'..." He broke out into tears, burying his face into the still sleeping man's sweater.