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"I summon the Blue-eyes White Dragon in attack mode to smite the living daylights out of your Flame Swordsman!" Seto's pale midsummer eyes seemed to sparkle as Serenity moved her precious card to the graveyard grudgingly. 'Smite' was not a word that Seto often used, but in this case, it made Serenity feel bad; which, of course, made him feel good. It was a well- known fact that the two hated each other. Always had.

Suddenly, the classroom door swung open and the most beautiful boy that Seto had ever seen walked in.

His hair was caramel brown and his eyes where a deep romantic blue. Seto's own eyes flickered over the rest of the boys' body and he soon realised that his trousers where starting to feel remarkably like a tent.

'I must remember not to stand up.' He thought to himself.

The boy stepped up behind Serenity and kissed her on the head. Seconds later, Seto realized that his tent had actually collapsed.

Baka! he's straight, get over it.!.!.!.!.!.! he thought, annoyed with himself.

Serenity looked up into the boys' eyes. "Joey!" she scolded him (Joey, how sexy, suits him, thought Seto) "How many times have I told you not to do that ,bro."

"That's your brother!" Seto said, wide-eyed in disbelief. How could they be related! It just wasn't right.

"Your point, moneybags??"

"Serenity," scolded Joey "don't be like that!" His voice was like honey to Seto's ears and he liked honey.

'Oops,' he thought, 'there's that tent again.'