Chapter 2
Sheets of rain pelted the car as it pulled up to the front of the Kame Game shop. Yami had spent the entire ride digging his nails into the palms of his hands, feeling conflicted.
Yugi gave Mokuba a reassuring smile, "Yami and I will arrange a space for you upstairs, just give us a call when you're on your way back here."
Mokuba nodded sullenly, "I'll be done packing in an hour, thanks Yugi."
Yami stepped out of the car quickly, followed by Yugi and they ran towards the door of their shop, seeking cover from the rain. They turned around and watched as the red lights from the car drive off into the distance.
Yami, feeling agitated, said nothing. He unlocked the door and stepped silently into the shop.
Yugi, sensing something was wrong, hurried in after him, the door clanging shut behind them loudly. "Yami? What's wrong?" Yugi asked, frowning.
Yami stubbornly remained silent. He felt shaken, angry, and frustrated with the events that had just transpired at the hospital. Yami strode brusquely through the hallway connecting the shop and their living space.
"Hey, don't ignore me! Tell me what's wrong!" Yugi cried, running in after him.
Yami clenched his fists and ground his teeth together as he stormed up the stairs, violently slamming their bedroom door shut behind him. He sat down on his bed in the dark, feeling his weight sink depressingly into the mattress.
"Yami! Are you okay?" Yugi exclaimed, his voice muffled from the doorway. "I'm coming in..."
The door handle turned gently and a sliver of light slid into the room. Yami glared at Yugi's spiky-haired shadow on the floor, feeling anger forming a solid rock in his chest.
"Gosh! It's dark in here, and...what is wrong with you?" Yugi spluttered, switching on the lights and shutting the door carefully behind him. He walked over and sat down delicately beside his twin. "Yami, you can tell me! What happened when I outside with Mokuba?" he said anxiously, noticing how Yami was gripping the bedside until his knuckles turned white.
Wind, rain, and tree branches knocked brutally agaisnt their sunroof window as the silence stretched. Yugi patiently waited for Yami to gather his thoughts. After a long while Yami spoke, "I am not happy with this arrangement, Aibou." he said, swallowing nervously and avoiding eye contact.
"No one is," Yugi said softly, "We're doing this for Mokuba. He doesn't have family left to help out in this situation. We're all he's got if anything serious did happen to Kaiba."
Yami felt the anger in his chest subside, but it was slowly refilling with unease, "I know." He replied shortly.
"Is this about giving up your bed space?" Yugi said with a little laugh, "Don't be silly Yami!"
"I'm not concerned about that, Aibou." Yami snapped, folding his arms tightly across his chest. "I don't wish to spend time with Kaiba, in his residence."
Yugi gazed at him with large, round eyes, "But he lives in a mansion! The place is huge! Some days you might not even see him, given how big that place is! Plus you two wont be alone; his place is filled with butlers and maids!"
Yami gripped the sides of his arms even tighter, thinking that even though there would be servants in the house, that wasn't going to stop Kaiba from acting strangely. Images the heated kiss at the hospital flashed unwittingly before his eyes, and Yami felt himself shrink.
"He really doesn't remember anything," Yami said emptily, more to himself than anything else.
"What?!" Yugi exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise. "But he remembered you!"
Yami turned to face Yugi for the first time, and said flatly "I told him my name. He just believed me. "
Yugi blinked rapidly, unable to comprehend, "Wait. So, he lied about remembering you?! The both of you lied to Mokuba?!"
Yami stared resolutely at a black space in the wall, feeling guilt claw it's way up his stomach. "That wasn't my intention."
"I can't believe you! You're giving him false hope! You...he.." Yugi was faltering. "Well, then you deserve this."
Yami blinked in surprise, and watched as his Yugi lowered his head, staring at the floor.
"Yea, you deserve this, Yami." Yugi repeated, with more conviction. "This is what you get, for lying to Mokuba, for making him believe that if you spend more time with his older brother, he would somehow miraculously regain some memories."
Yami felt like hot concrete was being poured slowly into him, locking him in position, "Aibou..." he whispered, feeling his vision blur at the corners. The phone rang faintly downstairs.
"No." Yugi said, sounding angry, "This is on you. And if Kaiba doesn't remember anything after spending a few days with you, you will the one to explain to Mokuba why that is." He stood up abruptly and Yami felt Yugi's weight leave the mattress, causing him to tilt over sideways.
"That'll be Mokuba on the phone. You should pack some things and think about how you're going to make this right, Yami." Yugi said sternly, and he quickly left, his footsteps receding in the distance as he ran down the stairs to reach the phone.
Shaken, Yami rose from the edge of the bed and slowly slid the closet door aside Staring into the dark spaces in their closet, he began mindlessly ripping clothes off hangers and haphazardly stuffing them into the nearest backpack he could find, feeling oddly detached from reality.
I'm dreaming, Yami thought viciously as he forcefully zipped up the pack, This isn't real. A few days from now, I'll look back on this situation and laugh.
Yami straightened up and slung the pack over his shoulder. He tensed as he heard voices in the living room. He heard his name being called, and he sighed, feeling trapped.
Yami took a quick look at himself in the mirror, realized his jacket was still damp from the rain and shrugged it off quickly, throwing it over the arm of his chair and he rushed down the stairs to welcome Mokuba.
"Hey Yami." Mokuba smiled tentatively at him. Isono was standing rigidly beside him with a large, steel suitcase beside him.
"Will Isono be staying as well?" Yugi asked, afraid to know the answer.
Mokuba shook his head, "He'll be attending to Seto. Besides he drove me here, so he'll drive Yami back to the mansion!"
"Right! Well let's get you all settled down upstairs!" Yugi said brightly, giving Yami a pointed look. Yami felt his toes curl with displeasure.
"Thank you guys for doing this, it means a lot to us," Mokuba said, staring abashedly at the ground, "Me and Seto, we'll really owe you one after this Yugi."
Yugi smiled kindly and led Mokuba up the stairs by the arm. Yami watched them go, feeling his mood darken.
"Sir, right this way." Isono gestured towards the doorway. "Do you have any more luggage you need me to help you carry?"
"No thank you." Yami said brushing past Isono rudely, feeling irritated
Isono bowed and followed him outside towards the waiting car. He offered to open the door for Yami, but Yami was quicker, grabbing the handle roughly and throwing himself angrily into the backseat, slamming the door behind him. He could see the silhouettes of Yugi and Mokuba in the second story window, no doubt enjoying themselves immensely. The car sped off into the night, and Yami crossed his arms, leaning back into the plush leather seats, contemplating his next actions.
The rain had let up and the pavement glowed brightly, reflecting the streetlamps off the slick surfaces. Yami watched the lights zip by anxiously.
It's a big house, Yami repeated Yugi's words to himself in his head, I'd probably never see him on some days.
He blinked rapidly as he felt his cheeks heat up at the sudden memory of Kaiba's lips on his. That was just typical Seto Kaiba, doing whatever it takes to get his way, Yami insisted to himself. Kaiba was messing with me, because I decided to mess with him back, he must know that we aren't actually lovers. I'll clear the air with him the moment I see him.
The car slowed and drove through a set of enormous black metal gates and dipped down into a wide concrete driveway, lined with tall, green bushes. Yami felt himself grow more and more disgruntled as the car stopped a few feet away from a large, white marbled entrance.
"Sir, we have arrived." Isono's voice drifted though the car, sounding like it was miles away. Yami shook himself and exited the car purposefully.
"S-sir you for got your bag! Shall I have it brought up?" Isono cried, still half-unbuckling his seat belt.
Yami ignored him, storming up the wide marble steps towards the door, he wrapped his fingers around the delicate, gold doorknobs and twisted it forcefully. It was locked.
"Kaiba!" Yami shouted, "Open this-"
The door swung open and Kaiba stood imposingly before him, dressed in a plain black turtleneck and tight trousers, looking haughty as usual. "Come in." he said smugly, his icy blue gaze shot daggers through Yami.
"Mr. Kaiba!" Isono gasping, running up towards them, "Please, you should be resting! You should not be answering the door! Where is the doorman?!"
"I've sent everyone home. Go home, Isono, I'll call you when I need you." Kaiba said darkly.
"B-But Mr. Kaiba..." Isono stammered.
"Go. home. I'm not asking you to leave the property. Take the rest of the week off." Kaiba said shortly, and then addressing a stunned Yami, he said, "Come in, and don't make me ask you again."
Yami blinked and carefully stepped inside, trying to keep himself composed, even though he was everything but. The door swung shut on a still-sputtering Isono, and the bang echoed loudly throughout the empty house.
A beautiful crystal chandelier hung magnificently above their heads, casting a soft, enticing glow off of Kaiba's light brown hair. Yami swallowed nervously for the umpteenth time and opened his mouth to speak, "Kaiba, I want to clear something up with you before anything else."
"We can talk about it upstairs," Kaiba replied smugly and turned around to climb up the grand staircase towards the private rooms upstairs. Yami hesitated as he watched Kaiba's tall figure disappear up the shadow of the tall staircase, and suddenly felt terrified, having been left alone in a large unfamiliar space, with his rival who wasn't quite of sound mind.
Yami hurried up the staircase, feeling his heart thump loudly in his ears with each step he took. He reached the top, slightly breathless and noticed a faint light shining at the end of the hallway, through a sliver of a doorway. He approached it cautiously and stepped into the room silently.
He was met with giant window with towering panes of glass, elegantly set together, floor-to ceiling, with a sliding door leading out to an adjoining white-marble veranda, facing out over Kaiba's enormous property. Beautiful, sheer, white curtains fluttered peacefully in the wind coming from a slight gap in sliding the glass door.
Yami gasped, feeling a strange elation at the sight of such style and luxury. He ran excitedly over to the window, curiously peering out of it. He could see the rain clouds slowly moving across the indigo night sky; a few twinkling stars peeked out from behind the silver moon-lit clouds and Yam's felt his breath catch in his throat. It was a beautiful sight! Magnificent! He felt close to the sky.
Pulling away from the window, he glanced around the room, searching for Kaiba, who was nowhere to be seen. His eyes landed on a wide, comfortable L-shaped white leather seating which extended around a one side of the room, sitting flush agaisnt the entire length of the wall. A long slab of granite sat elegantly a few feet away from the seating, presumably a coffee table of sorts, Yami thought. Towering bookcases flanked the ends of lounge, and a king-sized bed sat obscurely in a dark corner of the room.
"Kaiba?" Yami called out hesitantly. He waited, there was no answer.
I see, Yami thought devilishly, that's how it is. He can play hide-and-seek all he wants. I shall claim this room as my own.
Delighted, he sat himself down comfortably onto the white lounge seating and propped his feet up on sleek granite coffee table, gracefully sliding one leg over the other. Yami leaned back into the luxurious leather and sighed contentedly, feeling himself relax.
Perhaps this wasn't too bad after all. Yami closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of the wind lightly ruffling through his spiky blonde bangs. He felt himself drift off slightly, feeling at ease. Suddenly, the lights flashed on, shining intrusively through his closed eyelids.
"Enjoying yourself?" Kaiba's voice cut through his consciousness sharply, jolting him awake.
Yami sat up quickly, flushing with embarrassment, "Not at all." he lied defiantly. Kaiba was standing before him, a book tucked under his arm, with a steaming cup of tea in each hand.
"Oh..!" Yami cried out, unable to hide his surprise. The tea cups clinked pleasantly in their saucers as Kaiba carefully set them down in front of him . Yami watched apprehensively as Kaiba gracefully stepped around the coffee table and lowered himself beside him, sitting uncomfortably close, their knees casually touching.
Yami brought his knees together, nervously crossing his legs, and held his breath, trying to inch himself away slightly.
Kaiba noticed this and smirked privately, "So, I assume you drink tea?"
"Of course," Yami struggled, his mind racing uncertainly, "I didn't know you did. I thought coffee was your beverage of choice."
Kaiba blinked, surprised Yami knew his preference, but then dismissed it and then lightly shook his hair out of his eyes, "Doctor's orders. No caffeine for at least 2 weeks." He leaned back into the seat and Yami felt his weight shift the cushions behind him, leaning dangerously close to him.
"Kaiba, at the hospital earlier today, I believe, there's been a bit of a...misunderstanding." Yami said slowly.
Kaiba frowned, sliding the book out from under his arm and opened it. He absently thumbed through it, stopping at a bookmarked page. "Really," he responded, uninterested.
Yami watched him carefully, Kaiba's icy blue eyes were fixated on the page, reading intently. "We...we're not lovers." Yami said quickly, feeling himself blush.
"Really," Kaiba said again, monotone, uninterested. Yami felt panic quickly rise up and bubble in his throat, "Really!" he insisted.
Kaiba looked up from his book and eyed Yami headily, "Prove it."
"What?! How?" Yami exclaimed, running a hand through his spiky hair in frustration.
"Exactly. Drink your tea while it's still hot." Kaiba said cryptically, and he went back to his book.
There was a long minute of silence. The wind whistled in through the glass pane door, giving Yami goosebumps. He regretted leaving his jacket at home. He glared at the steam gradually rising from their untouched teacups.
"Kaiba..." Yami said hopelessly, "I'm apologizing for the misunderstanding."
"Apology accepted. Drink the goddamn tea." Kaiba replied, sounding impatient.
"No." Yami said firmly, crossing his legs and folding his arms stubbornly across his chest.
Kaiba shut his book with a angry snap, "I prepared these personally. Are you refusing my hospitality?
"Yes." Yami replied adamantly, staring out the window towards the white, moon-lit veranda.
"Right, okay." Kaiba seethed, and he grabbed the tea cup from the table and took a furious sip, feeling the tea scald his lips slightly. Pooling the tea behind his tongue, he reached over and grabbed a fistful of Yami's spiky hair and jerked his head forcefully towards him, crashing their lips together painfully.
Yami stiffened and his mouth parted with surprise. Just as he did so, Kaiba slowly shot a stream of hot tea between their lips and into Yami's mouth. Stunned, Yami tried to yank his head back, but was immobilized. Kaiba's hand was strongly gripping the back of his head, fingers tangled in his spiky hair, fiercely pushing their lips together as the tea was being forced into his mouth.
Yami blinked wildly, tasting the tea mixed with Kaiba's saliva as it dripped deliciously down his throat like a sweet, heavenly nectar. Yami's heart thudded loudly in his chest and his eyes fluttered shut, as he felt himself reluctantly swallowing it vigorously, again and again... it was... delectable.
And then suddenly, it was gone.
Kaiba released him and leaned back into the seat, swiping a thumb across his lips casually and reached for his book. Yami sat there, breathless and dumbfounded.
Kaiba cocked his head and threw Yami a mischievous look, enjoying the flushed appearance of the spiky-haired teen sitting beside him. "Drink the tea." he demanded.
"No." Yami breathed, gripping the edge of the seat tightly.
Kaiba smirked and shook the hair out of his eyes, "Fine." he said and he reached for the cup again, and this time, Yami knew what was coming. He watched apprehensively as Kaiba took a larger sip, and held the tea in his mouth, snaking his delicately manicured fingers into his spiky hair, pulling him close. Yami took a deep breath, feeling his head spin as their lips touched. Kaiba was more gentle this time around, his lips lightly kissing his, pulling away slightly, teasing him.
Irritated, Yami pushed himself insistently up agaisnt Kaiba's lips and parted his mouth expectantly, and the glorious nectar streamed from Kaiba's mouth into his. It was just as wonderful, each drop slightly unique but similar, so warm, so gratifying and exquisite. Yami felt weak, as he swallowed, eagerly this time, the stream of Kaiba's saliva and tea dripped sensually down his throat, never seeming to end.
Kaiba felt Yami quiver slightly as he held back the remainder of the tea in his mouth, and he slowly sucked on the edge of Yami's lower lip, feeling powerful.
Yami made a small noise, and felt Kaiba's grip tighten in his hair, pulling almost painfully against his scalp. Yami felt his eyes tear up and he tried to pull back again, but was held firmly in place as Kaiba pushed his lips deftly against his. Suddenly a large burst of tea engulfed Yami's mouth, streaming down his chin and dripping onto his tight leather pants.
Oh..gods, Yami thought drunkenly, desperately trying to taste every last bit of tea as he felt Kaiba's tongue thrust into his mouth, bravely exploring the roof of his mouth. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think, he felt like exploding, he felt like crying. Nothing existed and nothing mattered, other than Kaiba's warmth engulfing him in this moment.
Kaiba was enjoying himself thoroughly. He slowly crept a hand onto Yami's knee, and tugged insistingly at Yami's legs which were still firmly crossed.
"No...!" Yami gasped and bit down on Kaiba's tongue as he pushed back with all his strength, knocking his forehead painfully against Kaiba. Kaiba reeled back, releasing Yami suddenly, and gripped the sides of his head as a blinding pain began gradually building behind his eyes.
He tasted the metallic saltiness of blood on the edge of his tongue where Yami had bit him and his vision turned white and then green. "Ahg..!" he yelled, cursing.
"Kaiba! I'm sorry! I didn't mean..." said Yami frantically, reaching out to touch him.
Kaiba felt Yami's cool hand wrap around his wrist and images began flashing violently before his closed eyelids. He was sitting beside Mokuba on a helicopter, Yami was on his right, looking pensively out the window, but then suddenly he was standing atop a ledge, staring at a set of tall black hats suspended before him, where Yami was glaring at him viciously.
Kaiba pried his eyes open but as he did so, the light in the room caused the blinding pain to shoot through his head, but this time, there was nothing. His vision slowly refocused, the coffee table came into view, the teacups were blurry, shifting back and forth unsteadily.
"Kaiba..?" Yami asked fearfully, afraid he had done something horribly wrong.
Kaiba slowly released the sides of his head and blinked slowly, facing Yami, "I'm fine." he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "It seems like that knock to my head caused some memories to resurface."
Yami's eyes widened incredulously, "Oh? What did you remember?!"
"I'm not sure," Kaiba said, stricken, "I was standing on a ledge staring at some hats, you seemed angry with me, and we were in a helicopter together. Mokuba was there."
"Oh." Yami said, feeling relieved, if this kept up, it meant he could return home soon. "That's good! You can tell Mokuba that you're remembering!"
"Right..." Kaiba said slowly, "Would you mind telling me why we were in the helicopter? And why you were angry with me?"
Yami felt the familiar pit of dread returning to settle in his chest, "We were in the helicopter to search for my friends, that was during Battle City. And I suppose you were on the ledge during Duelist Kingdom, and that was years ago."
Kaiba felt his head throb dully, "What?! What the hell is Battle City?! Where are you getting these ridiculous names?!"
Yami shrugged, feeling slightly amused, "That's what you decided to name your own tournament, Kaiba."
Kaiba leaned back into the cushion, feeling defeated, "Anything else?" he asked, rubbing his temples delicately, dreading another migraine.
"You were on that ledge threatening to kill yourself. Which explains why I was upset with you, everyone was. And that's about it." Yami said simply, reaching across Kaiba for his tea, which had cooled considerably.
"That better be it." Kaiba said tiredly, "Well those incidents you're describing don't sound like anything I would do. I clearly didn't go through with suicide, because I'm still here. That's idiotic."
Yami sipped his tea mildly, enjoying the sharp tangy bitterness at the back of his tongue, "Believe what you wish Kaiba. It took a lot to get you down from that ledge, believe me."
Kaiba stared at Yami for a long while, watching him sip the tea casually, watching as Yami's lips sensually touched the rip of the cup. Yami felt Kaiba's gaze fixed firmly on his mouth and he put the tea down quickly, almost spilling it, and blushed.
"What." Yami said, quickly brushing the tea off his lips with the tips of his fingers.
"Nothing." Kaiba said, smirking. A slight ringing in his ears started building in his left ear. He stood up swiftly and turned to leave, "I'm going to bed. Make yourself comfortable. Amenities are up the hall, feel free to wander around. Take anything you need, and if you can't find something, just let me know tomorrow."
Yami was taken aback at the sudden change of his tone, "Of course," he said. Kaiba stood there awkwardly, with his back facing Yami. "And, thank you." Yami added hesitantly.
Kaiba nodded slightly and he left the room, quietly shutting the door behind him.
Author's note:
Hope you guys liked that...? if not, let me know? hahaha xD more ( and longer) chapters coming soon! thank you for leaving thoughts, suggestions, and feedback! Always appreciated!
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