Authors' note: Yu-gi-oh! and its characters belong to Kazuki Takahashi. We own no rights and take no profits from this fanfic. In this universe Yami has a body on his own. He's a 19 years old student whereas Kaiba is 22 and gives special lectures on the university where Yami studies.

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Of Viruses and Lemon Coffee

It was the first semester of the new year at the university and Yami was already in the second year with 19 years. He'd been a feisty and troublesome student in High School but knew how to behave here and discipline was nothing he didn't know either. The sun was about to rise. Since it was the middle of September it took a bit in the morning. So it was the second lesson they'd to go to. And it was the lesson with a special lecturer called Seto Kaiba. The man Yami just could not stand. He could not really explain it but..this lecturer and him often had something to argue about. The problem was: he was the lecturer and Yami was only a student so it was obvious who usually won these conflicts. However, the arguments were nothing Yami despised too much. He somehow liked it that Kaiba challenged him and discussed special things.

Together with the students Yami walked into the almost enormous 'hall' where the lesson would start. His books, notes and pencil case in the arms. With a sigh he sat down on his seat and placed his stuff onto the desk. These crimson eyes were instantly looking up at the lectern and then went over to the clock. 5 minutes left until the lesson would start and knowing Kaiba, he would be there at time. The slightly underweight boy rested his chin on his palm, opening the notepad and grabbing a pencil. This lesson would be full of writing, probably.

Seto Kaiba liked his job as a lecturer. Maybe not as much as his work as a CEO of one of the most profitable companies in the world but he really did. Mostly because it was challenging and on the business field he reached everything he could; achieved every goal. Slowly the routine of a boss took the best of him and the work at the University helped him to escape and actually gain a little satisfaction from his life. Especially at these days when he felt the eyes on his students on him. They watched with awe and admiration, taking in each word like a sponge. At least most of them…one obviously didn't…

Kaiba huffed as he recalled this particular student. His attitude, behavior…hell, even his hair put Kaiba off. When he first saw him he stated that his barber must be a bravado. The brunette was not sure what was the student's problem. He always disagreed with him and they 'polemics' affected other students because precious time was wasted and Seto couldn't hand over all the necessary information to the listeners. During the exam they would state that he hadn't discussed the topic and they were not able to answer several questions. It wasn't his fault that one student made a mess.

With a sigh he opened the front door of the university building and went straight to the reception for the keys to his small office. He was grateful that as a special lecturer he didn't have to share it with any other teachers because he needed to concentrate before the lectures would start which came down to drink his coffee in peace. Unfortunately, that day was not his day since few students stopped him on the hallway to ask for his office hours. "It's clearly stated on the door of the office, learn to read!" He shout at them and headed to the lecture room. The coffee had to wait this time.

Other lectures seemed boring to him. The teacher gave a speech, writing on the board the key words and that's it. Kaiba tried to make it interesting and interactive. Since he always carried his laptop with him it wasn't difficult. Two minutes and the presentation was shown thanks to the uni's projector which was connected to his computer. He made sure that his 'favourite' student was there and he started the lecture. "Okay group, first things first, where is the list of present people? You don't have it? What are you waiting for? Anyway, in the meantime I have a question: Name me a good leader." He waited for an answer for a quite long time but not even the geeks tried to come up with any name. "Anyone? Mutou! You're always so eager. Please enlighten us."

Just as the lecturer walked in, a pair of crimson eyes watched him all the time and with a strange glimmer in. As the lesson started, Yami took first notes, knowing without them he'd die in Kaiba's lessons. But his head lifted up with a blink as he heard his name being called and then the look in these eyes immediately turned really displeased. A good leader? Hadn't they just started that subject today? How was he supposed to know?! Geez, this teacher... gah!..

Yami sat upright and felt the eyes of the other students on him. "I, Sir, have no idea - because we didn't name any great leaders yet. How am I supposed to know?" It was a cheeky answer, oh well, but at least he had said 'Sir', right?

Kaiba shook his head disappointed, leaning against the desk. Sitting during a lecture wasn't his thing. He had to gesticulate and sometimes come closer to hear the student's answer just like this time. Yami replied quietly which meant that he just didn't know. Kaiba really didn't want to yell. But the day went worse and worse so he just wanted to change it and yelling was the only solution he could find. "Is there a brain under that fancy haircut of yours?! It's common knowledge! Don't tell me you haven't discussed any war strategies in high school! Hannibal, Alexander the Great, Napoleon at his best years! Even Amherst during the Spanish Armada!" And with that he almost hopped from his place to the laptop to change the slide into a map of the strategic victory of Britain in 1779. After vividly discussing it he turned back to Yami, glaring. " Not only during a war but also in everyday life leaders are greatly appreciated. At least tell me the traits of a good leader."

"You do not have to insult me, though." Yami answered, just listening to the yelling. It was more than obvious that Seto had a bad day and the most students would now be frightened to answer other questions. Yami himself was a rather smart student but the questions of his 'favorite' teacher mostly just confused him and whatnot. "Hannibal tended to study his enemies. Especially against the Romans; he used a strategy which was better than theirs." Now just watching the reaction of the lecturer and hoping for the best.

Kaiba nodded as a way to show that Yami was right. He wasn't surprised that the student answered confident this time . Somehow, although he knew rather little or even nothing about Yami, he felt that he was different not only because of the mess he made during the brunette's lectures. Something about him made Kaiba not only remember his name, which was very rare in his case, but also think about him. However, it wasn't the right time to think what it was.

Coming back to the lecture, Kaiba maintained his speech: "A leader has to know with whom he or she has to deal. Know their strength but most importantly weak points. But there is one more trait. A good leader knows what he or she has, how to use it and when. For instance, a king. His army is weak but there is a threat of another war. What does he do? He can send diplomats to gain time to make the army stronger. Look for the smartest people to make them create new weapons. He must look forward to the danger but also look around to know his force…" And he continued, showing next slides with documents, pictures and texts.

Yami was glad as the lecturer nodded. He hated being yelled at...even if there was this thrill! Yami could not tell what it was but something let him like to discuss with Kaiba. It sometimes even was fun, even if the man explode. Heh~

As he continued the lesson, Yami grabbed his pencil and wrote some notes down. He was used to the teachers talking fast but the good thing about Kaiba was, that he tried to show them what was going on. So the most got it.

While Kaiba continued with the leader topic he remembered that an average human brain can concentrate only for more or less ten minutes. Then the thoughts were starting to float away. So, now and then he added a digression, made a short pause to read from the students' faces if they follow or just spoke louder to wake the sleeping students up. He was watching Yami's reaction the most. Sometimes even thinking that he presented the lecture just for the boy with ridiculous haircut.

Knowing that it was the first lecture of the new semester, he didn't want to strain the group too much. So, he just gave a list of further materials which revolved around the discussed issue for the more ambitious students, asked the whole group to read and think over a particular article for the next meeting and took the list of present people which was placed on his desk. He placed his laptop back in his suitcase. "Coffee…" He mumbled to himself, glad that during the next hour and a half he had office hours. Students never really bothered to come to him during that time because when they had questions he mostly answered them via email. But it was a rule that a teacher had to be available for the students. Nonetheless, it wasn't a big problem for him as long as he had a working coffee machine in his room.

The most time Yami felt Kaiba's eyes on him, but it was a feeling he was used to. His reactions were rather normal; sometimes looking up and watching before writing down notes again. As the lesson finally was done, Yami sighed in relief and massaged his wrist. The writing all day really was exhausting after a good while. Crimson eyes watched the lecturer as he slowly left. Grabbing his own stuff, Yami stood up and prepared for the next lesson. Afterwards there would finally be a little break.

Kaiba quickly walked upstairs to the second floor where the offices and smaller classrooms were, passing by the teachers and students who greeted him with a smile. He stayed indifferent, finally making his way to the office, almost slamming the door behind him and turning the coffee machine on. Sitting down on the swivel, he let the September sun shine on his face. At last he could find some time to get down to his duties as a CEO, since there was a huge probability that no one would disturb him.

Just as the coffee machine was turned on, not any dark liquid but a bright and funny smelling one filled the lecturer's cup. Now the smell of lemonade filled the office. But of course that was not enough. As soon as the laptop would be turned on, the screen would turn dark and two sentences would show up: 'Disk damaged, please wait'. This was a lie which a computer worm caused whilst a little and nice virus tried to catch the documents, copy them and send them to an e-mail. Yami's e-mail, of course. It wouldn't be too hard for the CEO to get rid of the virus and the worm, but he would probably not get the thing with the e-mail. At least Yami was hoping that whilst sitting there in the third period... Still, there was a grin on his face, almost all the time.

Kaiba froze as he saw the alert on the screen. He wasn't born yesterday. It wasn't the first time he had to deal with viruses, so he got rid of it quickly. However, he was aware that the main purpose of a virus was to get information. He didn't worry about the documents about school or even about Mokuba; the vision that the data about the company would land in wrong hands made him shiver. Because who would do something? Only the 'enemies' of KaibaCorp. He didn't have enough skill to find out who sent this virus to him but as a good leader of a company he had people to do it. Taking out his mobile phone, he called his programmers to inform them that he was sending them information about a virus which was found on his laptop.

Reaching for the cup he didn't even notice at first that it didn't give the smell of coffee. Just when he took a sip…"What the fuck?!" He looked at the drink. "I swear when I get the one who…" He stormed out of his office not really sure where to go. With the virus matter, the only thing he could do is to wait for the programmers to call him back. And with the lemonade, he had to ask around if someone had seen someone entering his office.

The corridors were empty because of the third period, but there was one person who'd noticed something. A cleaner told the lecturer that the office had been opened so the lock had been picked. And there weren't many students who know how to do that...Yami had picked his old director's lock often, to get to documents about certain students. So Seto's lock hadn't been any problem.

The chin rested on his palm, Yami played with the rubber in his left hand, watching the little film the teacher showed them about politics. He hated that topic just too much - but was still excited as to how his 'favourite' teacher would react to the little pranks.

Kaiba was glad that he found at least one person who knew what was going on. But of course it didn't stop him to yell at the cleaner for not informing him earlier that his office was open and everyone could go in and out like on a railway station. Once the headmaster had called him to ask if maybe he knew the name of the student who was notoriously breaking in the locker. The list of the people who could do that to the headmaster was long. However, the list who would break into Kaiba's office was short. The person had to be cleaver, quick and get enough nerve to do it…

Kaiba stormed into the classroom where Yami was. He would never admit it but he knew the boy's schedule by heart. "You're coming with me." He hissed, taking Yami's arm, making him stand up, completely ignoring the other teacher. Yami blinked as the door was pushed open harshly and in the next moment his arm was grabbed. He dropped the rubber as he was made to stand, and dragged out of the room. "But-!" He protested whilst the teacher just watched the scene and cleaned his throat. The door was slammed shut behind them then. "Let go!" Yami growled. "That fucking hurts!" Idiot...

"No buts this time…" Kaiba mumbled and headed back to his office, dragging Yami with him. "It fucking should!" He yelled not even looking at the boy, almost throwing him to the wall when they were inside the room, slapping the door behind them. "What did you do in my office!" It was no time for courtesy. He expected a simple answer, hoping deep down that it was Yami who inserted the virus. He didn't believe that the student wanted to bring his company down so the data would have no use for him. But one can never be sure.

"Ouch, damn it!" Yami hissed and caught himself with the hands at the wall, rubbing over his arm. A glare was sent to the lecturer, before he just rose an eyebrow. "Which virus are you talking about, Sir? I did nothing. Why should I be in your office?!"

"You've just signed your own death warrant." Kaiba glared too, although he felt as if a weight was lifted from his heart. He came closer to the boy to make sure he wouldn't escape and spoke slowly: "No one said anything about a virus. I asked what you had done in my office. But you don't have to answer since you gave yourself away, dumbass."

Damn it, no escaping there... Yami took a step backwards, pressing himself against the wall. But then, he smiled. And this smile turned into a smirk. "Look how smart you are, /Sir/." It was a slightly scoffing undertone in his voice. That arrogant brat. Even backed into a corner, he had still the gall to smirk and talk to Seto like that. But calling him names wouldn't bring them any further. Ignoring the remark, Kaiba continued: "Are you aware that it's enough to cross you out from the list of students?! I'm pretty sure you're standing behind all the break-ins into the headmaster's locker and computer centre. You're a regular hacker!"

Yami's smirk faded away, and he narrowed his eyebrows. "The break-ins into the headmaster's locker and computer centre? You know I wasn't it!" Yami defended himself, crossing his arms. "I may not know /who/ it was but it wasn't me! Stop accusing me with that!"

"How should I know? Comparing it to breaking into my office and infecting my laptop it's surly a child's play. ' .you." He took out his mobile phone again, noticing that the programmers called him back. But it no longer mattered, he had the criminal. "It's a thing for the police since the old man is not capable of doing anything constructive. Looks like you won't attend my next lecture…"

"But it wasn't me! Don't do that!" Yami growled, clenching his fists. It was not like the virus had done anything, really, and lemo? Oh my gods, such poison! But he hadn't had to do anything with the break-ins! "Mr. Kaiba, I can assure you that it wasn't me! If you want, go and look through my damn locker and books and whatnot! But it wasn't me! When that happened I was at home and my roommates can confirm that!" He HAD to beg now, but if Kaiba kept on wanting to tell the police... It was over for him and the university. So he'd sadly have to use his magic. Which was not going to be comfortable for the dear teacher...

"They will check everything. I don't feel like dealing with you anymore." Kaiba answered impatiently. Annoyed because he expected more from the guy. That nonchalance and intelligence that pulled Seto closer now didn't really matter. Maybe it was part of a game and the student wasn't really so.

"Fine." Yami narrowed his eyes. "I am sorry but I have to do that." He lifted a hand and clicked his finger; instantly the phone in Kaiba's hand disappeared and the door locked itself.

He wasn't sorry...

A fog appeared, slowly surrounding them and clouding the views. They were no longer in Seto's office, oh no, now they were somewhere else.

...he was just playing his games.

To be continued...