A/N: I am so very sorry about the last chapter. I didn't even bother to disclaim...I was in such a hurry to put it up. o: Now to compensate, I will have a proper a/n for this one...

Correct me if I'm wrong about their names and honorifics; I didn't watch the Japanese version of YGO, rather, I had to deal with the dubbed version they show on TV. T-T

Thank you for the reviews. :D They're much appreciated.

Disclaimer: YGO isn't mine. And never will be. D: The quote mentioned is from Adidas. XD

Decision

Yami didn't know how to go about the whole idea.

Although he did say that he was going to do it, that was because he thought that was the most appropriate thing to say at the moment. Besides, the idea sounded good at to him at that time. Yami was a very impulsive person, to say the least. Now that he thoroughly thought about it, Jounouchi's suggestion sounded impossible in many ways.

For one, Yami barely knew the man. In fact, he had not even become acquainted with him. All he knew about him was that he was a serious businessman who owned the largest corporation in the world. He was young, true, but from what Yami heard from Jounouchi, he had yet to get into a relationship.

That was only secondary to what bothered Yami the most.

God even knew if Seto Kaiba was into guys in the first place.

Yami, in turn, had not been unnerved with that. After all, if ever this whole idea did happen, he wasn't about to take it seriously. He was a splendid actor, without question. Pulling off something like that was quite easy.

However, he was still hesitant about the whole thing. A lot of things could go wrong. The situation could change from bad to worse. And that, of course, was the last thing he wanted to do.

Yami had been mulling over these thoughts for the past two hours. And so far, thinking hadn't helped him much, except that-

"Mutou!"

Yami snapped back to reality and blinked twice. For a moment, he was confused as to where he was, what he was doing, and to whom the voice belonged to. Suddenly, clarity struck him and he realized that he was in the studio, scheduled to do some photo shoots. The voice belonged to the chief photographer who, he could clearly see, had an annoyed expression and a frown etched on his face.

"Um…yes?"

"Jesus, what's wrong with you? We've been shooting for almost two hours and so far, I haven't captured a decent photo!" The photographer said exasperatedly. He straightened his back, and Yami heard the bones crack. Although he despised the photographer, he felt guilty about it.

"I'll try to do better then-"

"We'll continue tomorrow, if it gets any better than it is right now." The man interrupted, completely ignoring him. He turned his back away from Yami and instructed the others to pack up. Even from a distance, Yami could almost swear that the photographer was cursing.

Yami breathed a long and heavy sigh. He didn't realize that worrying had taken up so much of his mind, that even while working, he was starting to do a lousy job.

Something definitely had to be done.

"Yami," Jounouchi came into view. He had been in the shadows throughout the entire photo shoot, but Yami knew anyway that Jou would be somewhere nearby. "Man, what's gotten into you? I haven't seen you doing this bad." Jou said, steering Yami away from the lights.

"So I've heard." Yami mumbled sarcastically.

Jou ran a hand through his blonde hair. "And I told that photographer Ishin that you weren't as difficult as he thought you were…"

Yami had had enough of guilt trips. "So sorry for that."

Jou thought for a second. "Listen Yami, if you're thinking about what I said yesterday you can forget about it. It sounds impossible anyway," he remarked, shaking his head. He'd read Yami's thoughts exactly.

"Impossible is nothing." Yami quoted.

Jounouchi slapped his forehead. "Geez, Yami, you're such an idealist! You just don't get it-"

Just then, Jou's mobile phone rang and surprised them both. Jou fumbled in his pocket for the device and hurriedly pushed the answer button. "Hello? Oh it's you, Honda."

Yami's brow raised in question, but he said nothing otherwise.

Jounouchi rambled on, "Yeah, we've just finished. So, why the sudden call? …REALLY?! Since when? Damn it, Honda, you should've called me earlier! Yami's gonna flip when he hears this! Yeah, yeah, thanks anyway, man." Jounouchi hung up the phone and returned it into his pocket.

"What did you guys talk about?" Yami inquired, curious that his name had come up.

Jounouchi's face was troubled. "Yami, get into the car. There's something on the news that you should see…"

He went outside and Yami diligently followed. There, he found the limousine already waiting. The door was held open for him and he quickly got inside, sensing urgency in his friend's voice.

Jounouchi switched the mini television on and surfed to the news channel. "There. Watch this. It's Anzu Masaki talking to the media."

"Masaki-san, I heard that you will be joining the stars in Hollywood! Why is this so?" A reporter questioned, a pen and notepad ready to take down notes.

Anzu flashed him a smile. "Right! It's not that my songs aren't enough…it's because my fans are encouraging me to do so."

"Don't you think Hollywood is a daring first start?" Another asked.

"No. Actually, I already have experience from when I was a child. I used to do stage plays." The crowd around her murmured and some nodded in approval.

"Masaki-san, you are probably aware that once you enter the movie industry, you will have to compete against Yami Mutou, who is currently one of the top not only here in Japan but also worldwide. Is this one of your reasons?"

Anzu let out a laugh. "It's true that Yami Mutou and I have been rivals in fame here in Japan for some time now, although we have different jobs. But recently, as you all might be aware, Yami Mutou is losing support, and that same support is being transferred to me. He's already losing his place. So in answer to your question, no. It's not one of my reasons. He's no longer my rival."

This earned another round of whispers from the media. Another raised his hand and decided to ask a question-

Click.

"Hey! What gives?" Jounouchi began to protest, as the set was switched off.

By Yami, no less.

That was the last straw. What Anzu Masaki made known not only to the media, but also to the whole of Japan (and possibly to the entire world, too) was the very thing that Yami had wanted to avoid. He didn't want to believe it, but he did notice it. The thing that shocked him the most was that Anzu Masaki had realized it too. And she had voiced his fears for the whole world to know.

Not only that, but Masaki had clearly claimed his place as the number one top teen idol in Japan. To him, the battle for fame wasn't over yet, but to Anzu Masaki, she felt she had won it already.

But she was wrong. She had unknowingly challenged him. And he wasn't about to back out from a challenge. Especially from his greatest rival yet.

Desperate times called for desperate measures.

Anzu Masaki was about to kiss her popularity good-bye.

Yami's lip curled into a devious smirk. "Jou."

Jounouchi didn't like the look on Yami's face. "Er..yeah?"

"Get me Seto Kaiba's number."