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10-10-2-Do-Me

Chapter 3

Hang Up and Try Again


At 5:01am on the dot, a set of eyelids shot open and two sleep hazed blue eyes took in the vaulted ceilings of their bedroom. Reaching methodically to the right, the brunet retrieved his cellphone and unlocked the device. It immediately opened to a screen naming itself: 'Good Morning Mr. Kaiba.' A few taps on the self-made app and the flat came alive—a subtle click followed by a gentle whir of machinery. The shades of the large windows of the penthouse (minus the bedroom) let in the early morning light as they were rolled to the top. The Keurig began heating its water for the awaiting 'Blue Eyes White Dragon' mug while the master bathroom clicked its vanity lights on; clicking the shower on and heating the water to the required temperature.

Kaiba rolled over in his bed and gently kicked the sheets off, still to groggy to get aggressive with it. The sleep he managed to get hadn't been the best. He was plagued with endless conversations surrounding his relationship status; nightmares where spindly women clutched at his crotch with crooked fingers. The fact that suddenly his bed felt so empty was disheartening. He ran a hand through his hair as a small beep from his phone signaled he was past time to get up. He ignored it. His mind was still reeling about getting old, dying alone, and not getting sex in general. His priorities were all messed up and he wasn't sure how to rearrange things.

His app didn't care that he was at the beginnings of a crisis, it demanded punctuality. The drapes of the room slowly ascended, bathing the bedroom in champagne light. Kaiba would have appreciated the beauty if it wasn't for the fact that he was now going blind. Suddenly his bed was freezing; he yelped, jumping up for the warm shower. He was now thinking that maybe programming in the bed temperature change was a bit much.

He only took a few moments to enjoy the warm spray cascading down his shoulders before he kicked into gear. Like hell you were going to catch him taking one of those 'woe is me' showers. After what he'd like to view as a confident shower, he went over to his large closet; going through his personal collection of high priced athletic clothing. He settled on a pant and muscle shirt set, fastened his running shoes tightly and headed downstairs. He sipped his morning coffee while his phone shared with him the time break downs of when he left his bed to when he finally grabbed his coffee. Even on his lazy days he was still in target.

Ten minutes and two mugs of coffee later, he was standing outside his complex. Stretching in a familiar alley while he occasionally peaked at the people passing by before someone stopped. Seems he was the only one who could handle a lazy day and still make it places on time. Figures.

"Hey so—"

The brunet didn't even look at the late arrival. "You're late—chasing the mailman on the way here?" Kaiba ignored the indignant huff he received for the jab, and began his jog; his less time conscientious partner glaring next to him.

"You're really an asshole, do you know that?" Joey Wheeler kept pace with the snooty CEO; his exclusive Puma track-suit, beanie and running shoes brightly colored and offsetting to Kaiba's all black ensemble.

"And you're always late."

"On time."

"On time is late Wheeler." The men two-stepped on the street corner as the crosswalk was occupied with vehicles.

"Yami warned me you'd be extra grumpy today, so I'll let it go." Kaiba shot his eyes over to the blond to find his simpering smile. "Problem Money-Bags?"

"…" Rather than give an appropriate response for the species Kaiba was, the brunet settled on the animal kingdom and gave loose a dangerous growl. He was sure that out of all people Joey would know exactly what he said.

But he seemed unmoved by the sound and shrugged, already jogging across the crosswalk. When Kaiba caught up, Joey lightly tapped his elbow into the paler arm. "Come on MB, tell Wheeler what brothers ya."

"Not a damn thing—what did Yami say?" Kaiba knew good and well his cousin was probably telling his business about being single and what was discussed at brunch just 24hrs ago.

"He said," Joey dodged a lady pushing a tandem stroller and came back beside him, "that ya lonely and trying to hide it."

"Idiot."

"Is it true?"

Joey sounded genuinely concerned and Kaiba wished they were 16 again; full of rage over home life and the usual dose of teenage angst that led them scraping in the courtyard at three in the afternoon. But no, now they were responsible adults and though Kaiba would never say it, Joey had somehow become his friend and he hated that. He hated that this buffoon was his friend and that this buffoon had pity for him. It was enough to flip his stomach and push his legs harder. Naturally Joey kept pace thanks to a stint in the military and joining the fitness profession in general.

"Aye, MB." They were once more at a set of red lights that didn't permit them to utilize the crosswalk. "You know Yam' just worries about ya," he shrugged, "we all do to some degree."

"Mm. Thanks."

"I mean, they do way more than I ever would."

Kaiba rolled his eyes, shoving the blond who lost his balance, bumping into a random suit he had to apologize to. The two continued the run, passing insults without any more dating talk. This was another reason Kaiba didn't mind having the blond around. After he'd established he didn't want to talk about something, Joey rarely pushed. And if he did, it ended in an argument and more silence. He wished Yami could take notes from his best-friend.

After their jog, they stopped at their usual brunch spot and sat in a booth with a large window showing the early morning commuters. Kaiba scrunched his face up at how Joey ate his breakfast burrito like it was still alive and threatening to run off his place. He supposed some things never changed.

"I'm surprised Mai hasn't left you yet with the way you eat."

Joey looked around before flipping him the bird. "Mai loves every part of me, so that'll be a little too hard for her to do."

"Which still makes no sense."

A 'bro-trip' to Florida during Joey's Army days had him crossing paths with a feisty Miami native. He can still see Mai Valentine's big blonde curls as she danced in that oh so short, oh so tight, white tube dress in that exclusive club. His fellow soldiers tried to convince Joey that she was way out of his league. A woman that hot didn't have time for someone like Wheeler. But anyone who knew the kid knew he never gave up, even on the impossible. Two drinks later and a dance, Joey had Mai at least smiling at his crappy jokes.

He may not have been the big spender Mai was use to or even exotically good looking like the other men of the bustling city, but his sincerity was worth more than gold. Honesty with men was something Mai's life had always been lacking. So she relinquished her number the last day of his trip. As promised, Joey kept in touch with Mai and often sent her little tokens of his affection when he couldn't fly in.

When Joey got out of the Army, he moved to Miami for a few months to get closer to Mai. It wasn't until he was returning to Japan that he realized this was well past a fling. How Joey convinced the sassy journalist to come back to Japan with him — after only a year of dating — still baffled everyone, his family included. Now the blond duo had been shacking up for two years. Joey was now 28 and with Mai recently hitting 30, it was only a matter of time until marriage happened.

Kaiba blew air through his nose as he grabbed a napkin, "I still don't understand how a woman like her went for someone like…you."

Joey had that big goofy grin on his face, staring down fondly at his burrito as he covered it in sriracha sauce. "What can I say?" He shrugged, "I'm a very, very, very lucky man."

"Beyond lucky…" Glancing up, Kaiba caught Joey's almost serious expression and quickly threw out another topic before he could offer more pity. "How's the business—gone under yet?"

"NO," Joey growled as he angrily took a bite of his food, chewing with his mouth open, "It's actually going great."

Joey never came from money. He was American born but Japan raised by his Navy affiliated father. His mother who resided in Brooklyn, New York saw it best if he stayed with his dad, she taking his little sister, after they decided to divorce many years ago. Between the two of them, college wasn't going to be funded. So he returned to America to join the Army. During his five years in active duty, the blond got a degree in nutrition and fitness, with a minor in business, and served two tours overseas.

Since Joey minored in business, he actually went back to school — with Mai's not so subtly hinting he needed to — so he could complete the major in full. Once he did, he opened his own gym that catered to fun workout activities rather than just lifting weights and running on a treadmill. Of course they had that, but there was also hot yoga, spin classes, boxing and other fun routines men and women easily fell into, making 'Wheeler Factory' a hit with the young crowds of Domino City.

"In fact, I'm going in today to lead an exclusive spinning class."

"How does that even work? Isn't mixing the words 'exercise' and 'exclusive' bad for business?"

"Not in this case," he shrugged as he wiped his mouth on a nearby napkin, "big spenders don't like being rubbernecked at the gym. So I hold private sessions if ya have the cash."

"Don't you sound greedy?" Kaiba smirked.

He rolled his eyes back, gawking at the ceiling in mock-anguish, "Dammit, you and Yam' are rubbing off on me."

The brunet smirked. "Cancelling the class?"

"Hell no. These side classes pay for my hot high maintenance girlfriend." He chuckled as Kaiba smiled at him in understanding. Poking the tightly wrapped pita with his unused fork, Joey cleared his throat. "So um, Mai has like, some hot friends and if ya want—"

"I'm not into," his scowl deepened considerably, "Americans."

Joey ignored the jab and pushed forward. "Well she has some hot Japanese—"

"NO."

Joey held his hands up in defense, "Okay, okay. Yam' told me to try so I had to keep my word."

"He's trying to get me on blind dates now?"

He shrugged, "As in…"

"Don't play dumb…though you're usually not." He ignored the glare, "Who else did he ask?"

"Who…what?" Joey saw this as a time to shove a bunch of food into his mouth.

Before Kaiba could insult him further his phone went off. He pulled the device out to check the text-message; it was from Bakura:

'You and me. Hot. Fucking. Bitches. Tonight. You pick the place.'

Kaiba shot Joey a glower that could peel paint and the blond comically curled up, trying to protect his body. "Hey man, take that up with Yam'! I told him to leave Bakura out of this." Joey then made his escape realizing his glass was only half-full, snatching it up to go to the fill up station.

The brunet directed his attention back to his phone and responded: 'No. Never.'

The response was quick: 'Have fun dying alone shithead.'

He really hated Yami.

A Few Hours Later

"Mr. Kaiba sir!"

Kaiba's eyes snapped up from his computer where he may or may not have been looking over a certain website. A website to a company that's haunted him since all this dating talk had reared its head. Nothing on the front page was outright incriminating but the content was. This is what led him to closing the window all together and jumping up from his chair in what he tried to make an angry motion. He regretted this outburst when he saw who was actually standing in his office. He would have preferred a bumbling intern apologizing for burning his bagel.

"This is my tower, what the hell do you want?" Kaiba sat back down in his chair, leaning back and glowering at the visitor.

Yami whistled a happy tune as he loosened his tie, looking around the impressive office. "I haven't been to your side in a while. I like what you've done with the lobby."

"Yeah," Kaiba grunted as he opened a spreadsheet back up trying to look like he was working hard.

Yami walked over to the window behind his cousin's desk and looked out over downtown Domino. "You know its lunch time. We could go to that gyro place on Third Street."

Kaiba growled low in his throat as he was reminded of his childhood. Yami was never one to cower to his threats or acknowledge his impolite responses to his presence. Instead he'd carry on like Kaiba wasn't plotting his disappearance. "I already ate."

"Your assistant says otherwise." He was still out of sight but Kaiba knew he was smirking.

"Stop flirting with everyone before Mana finds out."

"I never flirt," Yami haughtily chuckled, "I've been told I have the charm of a prince. Perhaps in another life I was?"

"Your arrogance is bigger than you."

"Now, now, I'm sure you've been wooed by my ways a few times."

He scoffed. "Never."

"Who was the best man at my wedding?" Kaiba clenched his teeth as Yami strode around to the other side of the deep wood desk, so Kaiba could clearly see the smirk this time around. Yami placed himself half on the desk, resting an elbow on the sitting thigh. "Now," he picked up a known paper weight and inspected it, "if we leave now we could beat the lunch rush."

"No."

"So I should order in?"

Kaiba rubbed his face, "No Yami. You should get back on the elevator and take your ass back to your office."

"Stressed my dearest Ibn 'am?" Yami gently placed the weight down and picked up a photo showcasing Kaiba's immediate family, Mokuba's girlfriend and her father included. "How are the prototypes coming?"

"I'm not going to discuss something you don't understand."

"Why don't we discuss something we both understand?" His smile was back as he placed the photo down. Kaiba raised a brow and jerked his head around, silently asking what he meant. "Why were you on that phone sex website?"

Kaiba's face was so unreadable even he wondered what his own mind was thinking. Standing from his chair, he grabbed his suit coat and picked up the phone. "I'm leaving for lunch." Placing the phone back down, he grabbed his needed items and excited the office. All the while ignoring a simpering Yami who couldn't seem to shake a good mood.

An hour later, the two businessmen were sitting on wooden picnic tabletops with greasy delicious Mediterranean gyros with Japanese flare. Yami reverently peeled more of the food wrapping paper from around his meal before taking another hearty bite. Even Kaiba seemed lost in how delicious it was; chewing seriously while staring at the warm pocket of food.

"So, do you want to tell me?" Yami's elbow gently prodded his hip due to the height difference.

"Tell you what?" Kaiba wiped his mouth and his hands with a free napkin before taking another bite. As much as he loved the place he hated how disgusting he got when eating it.

"Why you were on that website."

Kaiba rolled his eyes, "I have nothing to say."

"Sounds like you have plenty to say," Yami chuckled as he finished off his food, throwing the paper and used napkins into a receptacle nearby.

Kaiba swallowed already feeling his ears getting red, "Shut the hell up."

"Come on Kaiba, we're family. You can tell me why you chose to peruse one of," he looked around the small park before leaning in and half whispering, "previous places of employment."

"Hm." Kaiba was oddly comforted by the recap that the only reason he knew about the phone line was because Yami (a person now questioning him about it) had worked there. He wasn't better than him. It's one thing to use sketchy services than to actually be a willing participant in them. "I was simply curious."

"Curious of what?" He cracked open a soda and took a swig.

"Does curiosity need an explanation?" He threw away his trash and went to the task of cleaning his hands and face from the travel pack of wet-wipes he always kept on his person.

Yami nursed the can of cool sugar against his thigh and cocked his head to the side. "Everyone says 'curiosity killed the cat' but we never openly admit as to wanting to know what exactly killed it." He took another gulp and let out a contended ah, "Because they're afraid of the same fate."

"I agree—let's keep our lives," was the very sarcastic response as he cracked open his sparklingly water.

"Well I am always one for asking and saying things people aren't willing to."

"That's called being a nuisance, Yami."

"Then allow me to annoy you: why were you on that website?"

Kaiba let out a sigh and rubbed his forehead, his fingers smoothing across his eyebrows. "I just…"

Yami's brows knitted together and he leaned in, "You know you can tell me Seto."

"Well if you must know," Kaiba gave a big sigh, "I was just trying to understand why the hell anyone would want to have phone sex with you?" He smirked down at his drink at the strangled groan of rage Yami emitted from his lips.

"Fine, don't tell you me you brazen brat."

"Gladly you hot-headed Hobbit." Yami angrily threw the remainder of his trash away before stomping off down the street in the direction of the office. Kaiba chuckled happily not only over his verbal win but to Yami returning red-faced. "Forgot I drove?" The brunet snidely asked.

Yami mumbled curses in Arabic as he kicked at nothing. He took his place back on the picnic table and pulled his phone out, checking the many photos Mana sent him of his many kids. Kaiba was content, chewing his last bit of food in a patient cadence while Yami continued to fume over him having the last word. But as usual, the man was only occupied for so long.

"At-least-I-have-the-warmth-of-a-woman-to-satisfy-my-needs."

Kaiba halted in chewing the last piece of his gyro, the food spoiling on his tongue. He angrily balled up the paper, "Can Mana even feel you after all of those kids?" He knew he was treading into territory that was beyond off-limits but Kaiba was fed up with Yami making little remarks regarding him being single. He also wouldn't admit that being caught on that website had embarrassed him more than needed. Couple that with the bullshit Yami shared with Joey and freaking Bakura. Snapping out of his thoughts, blue eyes met angry red that was standing in front of him, his arm raised high.

"You…" Yami royally slapped the bottle of fancy water the brunet happened to be taking a sip from; sending the bottle sailing from its owner. It fell to the pavement where the nearby pigeons immediately began an inspection, "I should have slapped you, you ungrateful little brat."

"I'm ungrateful?" Kaiba was now on his feet, head tilted down to glower straight into the man's eyes. "You're the one spreading my business around to any and every one!"

"I am not—I have not!"

"You told Joey and Bakura!"

"They are not any and every one! They are our friends and I'm sorry we're all collectively concerned about your dating situation."

"Well understand this Yami," Kaiba jabbed his index finger in the expensive lapel of his cousin, "You all may be concerned but," he leaned in close, "I don't give a flying fuck, okay?"

Shoving the shorter man, he angrily kicked his fallen bottle out of his way and made a beeline to his all black Audi A6 coupe, still prettily parked against the curb. Chirping the car open, he slammed the door closed once inside and angrily put his seatbelt on. Starting the engine, he sat there waiting.

Sometime later, a narrowed eyed Yami waited until a pause in traffic before walking around the car and getting in the passenger seat. He slowly put his seatbelt on and let out a held breath. Reaching forward, he fiddled with the radio while Kaiba waited for another break in traffic to cautiously pull the automobile out on the road. The drive back to the office was twenty minutes with the lunch time traffic and the two stayed silent, some 80s radio station playing the best New Wave.

Finally they were pulling into the B1 level parking garage exclusively for higher ups of their company. Once Kaiba had pulled into his marked parking spot right next to Yami's all white Mercedes-Benz C300, said owner of the vehicle was turning the radio off.

"Seto—"

"What?" Kaiba snapped.

Yami glared a hole through the dashboard, "Listen…" He took a moment to gather himself, "I know how annoying it can be to be hassled over something in your life. If you'd like, I'll cease and desist…and you can happily die alone."

"It's what I want."

"Excellent."

"Good."

Turning to one another, they exchanged a look of fuming comprehension and both excited the car. Yami took the elevator to the far right while Kaiba went left.

That Evening

Kaiba threw down his briefcase as soon as he got home; abandoning it on the living room couch. He really, really, really hated Yami. Per the usual after they've had a tiff, the rest of the day was filled with passive aggressive memos indirectly pertaining to the content of the quarrel. Eighty percent of Yami's emails had been about group functions he was considering attending. Luncheons, weekend retreats, month long good will rapport builders—damn he really hated Yami. The man just never knew when to quit. After the last memo had been about an upcoming couple's mixer his assistant sent on 'accident,' Kaiba made sure to 'accidentally' send him an article about a disgruntled family member killing his cousin and family in a horrible act of kidnapping, stabbing and arson. Communication between them ceased after that.

He walked over to his bar area, preparing to pour himself a stiff drink in celebration of surviving another Monday with Yami. But he was shocked to see a bottle was already out as well as two glasses. Looking around in a frenzy he shouted a strong F-bomb when a mop of white hair launched from behind the expensive wood and granite of his home bar.

"What the fuck Bakura?!" Kaiba reached across the counter and grabbed the man by the collar, pulling him painfully into the smooth edge of the table top. "You scared the shit out of me," he hissed between gritted teeth. He threw the man back, sitting down on one of the two barstools there. "Asshole…"

Bakura Garrett-Fairchild only bared his large canine smile and produced a silver mixer, shaking it happily. "I just wanted to surprise my hardworking man." He fluttered his lashes before pouring the mixed beverage in each glass. "Drink up dear."

Kaiba rolled his eyes but picked up the glass, easily accepting the drink. "How did you get in here?" He may have preferred to be alone after Yami's nonsense, but Bakura was one of the best 'mixologists' he knew and he did need a good drink.

"I used my key," his grin didn't falter as he threw back his drink, slamming the empty glass down.

"You don't have a key," was Kaiba's deadpanned response.

"And when's the last time you got some tail?" Bakura's eyebrow raised when the brunet glowered over his drink. "Okay, get out of that hideous excuse of a suit and get sexy." He wiggled his eyebrows, "We're going out."

"Bakura…" Kaiba set his glass down and blinked, "It's a Monday night."

The pout was almost believable, "Oh Kai-Kai, your lack of faith in me I almost find disheartening."

Kaiba could not deny that Bakura probably did know exactly where to go on a Monday night for a wild party and beautiful women. As the owner of one of the largest party planner companies in the UK, thanks to 'Foul Play Entertainment,' Bakura was responsible for Kaiba, Yami and Joey's epic party days. From getting black out drunk and waking up on a beach; to meeting the girl of his dreams who threw up on his Gucci loafers (they didn't make it—the shoes nor the 7 hour relationship), Bakura has taken Kaiba to some of the greatest parties of his life. In recent years they had all slowed down with mature commitments being more important than getting wasted; well, Joey, Yami and Kaiba slowed down, Bakura had every intention of being an eternal bachelor.

"It doesn't matter what you have in mind, I'm not going."

"Have a tiff with the wife?" Bakura grinned as he poured himself another glass, already knowing how Kaiba was glaring at him. "What the misses say now?"

"You obviously know," Kaiba snatched the silver mixer from him, pouring himself another drink. "Otherwise you wouldn't be here."

Bakura flipped the corners of his mouth down and nodded to an unheard conversation. "Very true mate, but as we both know, Yami is a little twat."

Kaiba nearly spit out his drink but was able to keep it together. Bakura may not have been the first person he'd call for well, anything outside of partying, but his love-hate relationship with his cousin brought much needed joy; especially since the Brit cussed like a sailor.

"If this is true, why are you here?" Bakura rarely did anything he didn't want to, better yet take suggestions from Yami.

He shrugged, finally coming from around the bar to sit beside the brunet. "I was in town and ready for some ace women to show this lad a good time." Kaiba raised a brow and snorted at Bakura's 'want-to-be-offended' look. "What?"

"Tea's on your back again?" Bakura snorted and grumbled something under his breath. Kaiba huffed out a "thought so" before taking a long swig of the brew.

Bakura may've wanted to be an eternal bachelor at the ripe age of 35, but that wasn't to say there wasn't a constant woman in his life. Tea Gardner, once a premiere ballerina for a world renowned troupe in Paris, was this woman. Bakura met her during one of his many business trips and somehow the brunette sucked him in with her long toned legs and a 'proper set of tits' (a direct quote from the man). Saying they were complete opposites was like saying water and oil didn't mix: it was obvious common knowledge and easy to prove. Bakura was a ruthless loner, who functioned off of manipulation and didn't have the best reputation in even his closest circles. However, Tea was the opposite: she was nurturing, considerate and took very good care of those she held dear.

It was the classic story of a 'good girl falling for a bad guy.' Her parents hated Bakura and rightly so; the first time he met them he came in after an all-nighter that included dark liquor and maybe cocaine. Tea stood by him and even though Bakura never admitted to Kaiba, or any of them for that matter, she had been his girlfriend. They were 'off-and-on' for years until Tea announced she was pregnant. Bakura wasn't about being a dad but knew it was Tea's decision on the matter. She kept the baby and Ryou — now 5 and the spitting image of Bakura — lived with Tea in London, where she danced for a less demanding company. Bakura saw Ryou way more than anyone expected him too and Kaiba knew why. The man may fear traditional commitment but dying alone, with no one to carry on his name and legacy, is even more frightening. Kaiba shared that sentiment.

"What did you do now to piss her off?"

"I was late to the little bastard's football game." Despite constantly referring to Ryou as a bastard — which come on, he was — Bakura always put some oddly playful spin on it. It was more of a pet name than a diss.

"I didn't know Ryou was into sports."

"The bastard's a wee bit shy—Tea's got him doing stupid shite to get on with other kids." Bakura rolled his eyes as he sipped his drink before placing it back on the counter. "Who the bloody hell is rushing off to watch a bunch of little turds kick across the lawn?"

Kaiba snorted, "Oh, I don't know, their parents?"

"Fuck you Kaiba. Taking her side and shit." Bakura stood back up, going back around the bar. He ignored the angry gaze as he opened an expensive malt to fill his tumbler with. "I knew you had a thing for her."

"Ha. That's funny." He slid his glass over and allowed Bakura to once more play bartender as he filled it up. "Never been into the preachy type."

"So damn preachy!" Bakura threw his hands up for emphasis, his dark eyes going wide, "Always going on about this and this. I told her she sounded better with my dick in her mouth.

"Wow, classy," the brunet mumbled as he took a sip from the dark liquor.

Whether Bakura heard him or not didn't matter since he continued on. "Guess what the wench said?" Kaiba shrugged in a noncommittal way. "Told me to stop disrespecting her. I was giving you a compliment woman."

Kaiba shook his head, sipping the expensive malt liquor. He knew Bakura could rant and rave about Tea for hours yet he claimed the woman meant nothing to him. According to Yami, they were still together and just not admitting it. "Sounds like a lot of bullshit I can't relate to."

"Fuck you again Kaiba—bet you're excited to get two fucks in one night, eh? More than you've had since those Yanks refused the crown," he sipped from his glass, "God Save the Queen."

"Oh, time for you to go." Kaiba set his glass down and snatched the one in Bakura's hand, the man mid sip. "You always over stay your welcome."

Bakura shrugged, "It's a part of my charm. Have you been charmed?" He winked.

"I'll let you know never." Kaiba casually grabbed the front of Bakura's shirt and kindly led him to the front door, where he opened it and shoved the man into the hall. "Next time you break into my house, don't." The brunet went to close the door when an expensive shoe blocked the door. He opened it more to see Bakura's brows raised. "What?"

"You're seriously not coming out with me?"

"Are you kidding me right now Bakura? No you idiot, I'm kicking you out!"

"You're the muppet turning down tail." He paused, narrowing his eyes, "You fancy boys now Kaiba?"

"BYE."

Kaiba slammed the door in the man's face but still heard the cackle that disappeared down the hall. Okay, now he hated Yami and Bakura but still more so Yami since he started it all. Why couldn't people just leave him alone? He wasn't sure what the answer to that was and after the day he'd had, he sure wasn't in the mood to dwell on it.


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This update took longer than I liked. I recently moved into a new apartment, my internet sucks at times, I've had lame jury duty, and while working my current job I've been trying to find a new one. So my updates may be more spaced out than I'd like but I'm still aiming for one a month. Wait for meeeee!

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Ibn 'am – Cousin (Father's brother's son)

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