A/N: This is the last chapter to rewrite. After that I'm going to add new chapters. :) Be prepared.

Chapter 3: "I just wanna live"

Seto was sitting in his office at home, frantically typing something on the computer when his brother came in the room. This was… a familiar sight to the younger Kaiba, really, nothing ever changed.

Brother. Desk. Computer. Curtains closed.

To be honest, Mokuba couldn't understand what exactly was Seto doing there. Sure he was still the president of Kaiba Corp. but… Mokuba was the vice-president and could already handle most of the important documents and meetings with ease. Especially now when there weren't any maniacs trying to take over the company anymore. That's why Mokuba was seriously starting to worry about his brother's sanity.

"Hey, brother… what you're doing?" he asked innocently and got the same old answer as always – "working". Yeah, right… making a new company, eh?

"And what is that special something you're working on?" Seto heard Mokuba's questioning voice and grumbled something that he would tell him as soon as it's ready. Yeah, right… It surely won't be ready during his lifetime. As if Mokuba really believed those promises. That was the same old answer as ever. He just rolled his eyes and walked out of the room, leaving Seto with his mysterious project. After all, who, except him, cared about his brother? It was quite sad to think that he had no real friends. Seto was such a hard-working guy and sometimes … wait… why had he gone in Seto's office in the first place? Right…to tell him that dinner was ready. Mokuba turned on one heel and got back to where his brother was. If he didn't call him he would forget to eat at all.

"Seto. Dinner" Mokuba proclaimed in a serious voice and the named raised his eyebrows. When had his brother started to sound like his mother? Not that he had known her for a long time …

"All right, all right, I'm coming" he murmured, getting out of his chair, but before that saving the project he had been working on and closing the program completely. Now not a single person would be granted access to that information. There were safety measures beyond normality installed on that computer. Speaking about safety, Seto knew that he always had to keep an eye on that Bakura who was waiting for him to make the slightest mistake so that he could steal something that he could use against him…or just to steal something. He, but there was no way Seto would allow that. Never! He, the great Seto Kaiba was a prodigy! Ha haaa!

"Seto? Speaking to yourself again?" his evil laughter was interrupted by Mokuba's voice and the accused one glimpsed at his brother bluntly.

"No… why such ideas? I would never…"

"Food. Eat. The end." And with that Mokuba almost dragged Seto out of the room.

Yami Bakura was wandering from one room to another, looking around at the expensive furniture …uninterested. So what if he had sneaked in Kaiba's mansion again? After all, there was nothing worthy his time to steal here. Everything that could catch his interest was locked up somewhere and sealed with multiply passwords. And this was Seto's invited technology we are talking about and it was impressive enough to hold away even the great thief King from the things he aimed for. Actually, if Bakura hadn't lost almost all of his powers, a tiny security code wouldn't hold him back. He would just broken down the walls.

Bakura grimaced at the thought that he could lower himself so far as to start stealing chairs from Kaiba's mansion. That would be low, heh… but he chuckled at the thought evilly, wondering how exactly pissed off would Kaiba look if he woke up one morning and couldn't find a single chair to sit on. Gee, but there was way too many chairs in this… palest…that the Kaiba brothers called "home". He knew it. He had wandered around the house quite often. It wasn't a challenge for him to get past the guards and the simple signalization that was good enough only to keep out some common criminals. Well, Bakura was not some common criminal. He was the king!… of thieves… Sometimes he forgot to add that…

"Boooring…" the almighty King of thieves yawned, peeking inside of one of the rooms he passed by. Oh, Seto's room…He got inside, looking around with a critical eye. Yes, Seto was really dull and boring. The walls of the room was grayish blue, the floor was cowered with a not very soft and black carpet, the bed, the wardrobe, the desk and some other furniture was made out of a dark-brown wood. Everything was perfectly clean. Actually, the room looked sterile. On the desk was a computer… a shock, eh? And on the cabinet beside Kaiba's bed were lying some documents. Gee, this room never changed. Every time when Bakura visited it, he saw the same, there was never anything different, never a single thing dropped on the floor, never a pair of dirty socks in a corner, never a… wait… what was that on the nightstand? No, not the documents but that little black book? … What was that? Bakura came closer and took it, opening the cover of it. The first page read "Seto Kaiba's Notes". Oh, so this was his notebook, eh? … Bakura noticed that the handwriting looked like that of a kid at the beginning and further it started to look more and more like the handwriting of a grown-up. Hey, so this was something like a journal not a notebook? Ha! A Diary!

Bakura beamed, smirking evilly. No, no beaming, he was evil so he had to keep acting like that. He started to read some little bits from the first pages and almost fell asleep there. It was just some little kid's rambling about how the life was. It seemed that Seto had been rambling pretty much as a kid...it went approximately like this "I had a bad dream yesterday. It scared me. I wanted to tell Mokuba about it but didn't want to scare him too. There was that guy. I see him in my dreams quite often. This time he died. He looked nice and reminded me of my mother. I wonder if she's looking over Mokuba and me now. Why did she have to die, God?" Oh how sad, Bakura sneered and turned over some pages. He guessed that now Kaiba was writing here very rarely and probably just something very important. Like, how to become the ruler of the world? … In his dreams… Bakura wondered if he shouldn't leave soon so that Kaiba wouldn't find him here… even thought, where's the need to worry if he could vanish in darkness whenever he wanted? Hmmm, he had lost most of his millennium powers but not completely everything… so he went back to reading the notebook, actually not caring that the former high priest could find him here. As if he hadn't seen him in this house before. Should get used by now. Heh, Bakura laughed to himself, Mokuba sure had had a shock for the rest of his life after he had run into him some months ago. Hehehe…he snapped out of his thoughts and focused on reading again. Oh boy, Kaiba was really a bad writer…Boring… he turned over some pages…Still boring… some more pages…still the kid's rambling…some more…almost the same but now something about Gonsaburo …who cared… more pages… booooring… more pages… more pages…more… more…more… more… and…ooooh…interesting…

Seto went upstairs and stopped at his room. The entire time the feeing that something was wrong hadn't let go of him. But maybe he was just becoming paranoid. Not good. Note to self: stop being paranoid. And stop making notes to self, that's childish. I'm not a child.

He entered his room, took off his trench coat and put it neatly in his wardrobe. He turned around to take his notebook he had left on the nightstand earlier to put it away in a safer place.

Unfortunately, there was no notebook on the nightstand anymore.

Damn…

Seto blinked a few times and almost screamed out loud when he noticed Bakura sitting on his bed. But he stopped himself from that. He couldn't show any other emotions except hate toward his enemies, right? Right. Then he noticed that Bakura was holding something in his hand. His notebook. This time he almost felt like whimpering. This was so unfair! Just why every time he made a small stupid mistake someone always had to use it against him? It was unforgivable to threaten his brother or company but to steal his personal notes was simply immoral. This was probably his one and only personal thing… ever! What meant that the only logical salvation to this problem was… to kill Bakura! Shut it, Kaiba. Just give him money; it's probably what he wants.

"What are you…" Seto started in a threatening voice but was interrupted rudely by the same good, old Bakura who was still sitting on his bed.

"I have a deal for you…" he smirked, holding the notebook in the air for Seto to see it even better.

Ok, ok, I see it already I see it! You have my notes, yes, you have them, boy… now go and kill yourself you, fucker. Hey, wait, a deal? I'll kill him…

"Place my notebook back on my bed and leave as fast as it's possible for an immortal human being and then MAYBE I'll let you live. Otherwise, I guess I just have to kill you for what you have read…"

Bakura didn't seem at least a little impressed by Seto's threatenings, yawning uninterestedly. "You can't defeat the one who is the evil with your useless threats. I might have lost some of my powers but I'm pretty well capable enough to vanish in the darkness at any time… And then you'll have absolutely no one to get killed. Poor, poor little Kaiba…"

Darn… how could I forget about this entire darkness thing? Bakura's such an asshole and he sounds like an idiot. And how dares he call me little Kaiba? That's …illogical. Ok, shut up Seto, you sound like an idiot yourself. Even thought Seto's thoughts were living their own life inside of his head, in the features of his face not a single muscle flickered. That's what called good acting… or stone face…

"Ok. Fine. I don't have time for your foolish games. Let's make it easier for me and for you and for everyone. I'll give you money and you'll leave me alone at last. And don't expect me to bring you the stars and the moon from the heaven now, those are just some stupid notes, nothing important so I wouldn't be so…"

Bakura just rolled his eyes. He was tired of listening to the CEO's incessant rambling about how cold hearted and how emotionless and how uninterested in everything he was. Like right, who did buy that anymore?

"Listen now" Bakura interrupted Seto, trying to explain him what exactly he wanted "I must admit that I read some of your oh-so-unimportant notes and I can surely say you're the worst writer ever. But somewhere in the middle it started to get interesting and, a long story short, I can tell you that we have something in common now…or at least something partly common. I can help you and you can help me with that and…"

"I'm not going to make any deals with you, psycho!"

Bakura started at Seto for a minute and then added "Shut it, Kaiba… now we have to get over your foolish pride so we can make a deal that would be favorable for me and for you"

With that made clear we return to where we left in the previous chapter, at Joey and Mai's house where Yami was trying to be a good babysitter and Seto was right behind the door while the wannabe-babysitter changed from a dress to his normal clothes. That shouldn't be so hard to do because his normal clothes were right under the dress. He couldn't get rid of the dress though. After 10 or so minutes he succeeded and told the four kids to be nice now and go to Mike's room to play a little bit because he had to get rid of the evil monster Kaiba. Yami went to open the door, doubting the possibility that Kaiba had really stayed outside for ten minutes and waited for him. It wasn't like Kaiba to wait for something. Anything. Actually, Yami was even hoping that Kaiba would have gone away… but his luck was short and when he opened the door, there he was- the one and only Seto Kaiba in his full glory. His trench coat didn't conform to any rules of gravity so Yami had always wondered if the CEO required it to be stiffened in those weird positions? Well, he may never know…

"Will you let me in or are you going to stare at my coat forever? What's wrong with you? First, you're at this dog's house, second, you're in a dress and, on top of it, you make me wait for 10 minutes in front of the door! Who do you think you are?!" Seto complained pushing Yami aside and walking inside.

And who do you think you are, you immature, arrogant and selfish creature? Ah, why didn't I make you wait half an hour instead? … would you have waited half an hour? Oh well… What do you want from me?

"So you're not going to even speak to me now? Is the princess offended?" Seto's tone was turning scornful as he looked at Yami. The former pharaoh just shrugged, finding it already normal that Kaiba just came here and insulted him. He knew that the only thing that really angered Kaiba was the fact that he ignored him. So, Yami tried his best to ignore Seto even if the insults were really ill founded and low. Did he have any other choice? Not really. He and Seto were friends, weren't they? Ok, they weren't, but he didn't want to fight with him and so he just waited for Kaiba to get to the point where he would explain why had he come here in the first place. He just hoped that not for another duel… what actually was the only reason the CEO visited him… and he was sick of that…

"What do you want?" Yami questioned his rival, looking in his deep blue eyes and searching there for an answer. Seto shifted from one foot to other what was very atypical for him and then sat down in the nearest chair.

"I know that you as the pharaoh of Egypt had some slaves in the past" he declared, leaving Yami speechless.

"… and?" Yami felt furious. What did that has to do with this visit? Now he was seriously pissed off. Had that arrogant, idiotic and selfish CEO really lost the last bits of brain cells still left in that head of his? Why in the name of all gods would Seto start to talk about the past now?

But Seto continued his speech calmly "You had different slaves, aren't I right?"

"I don't see your point"

"You had sex slaves as well, right?"

Yami choked. Woah, that was unexpected. All his anger suddenly died down and now he was despairingly trying not to blush. Hell, how could Seto know that?

"Different sex slaves those were commanded to fulfill you every wish, hm?" Seto asked in a cocky tone what made Yami feel even worse.

"Why are you asking me this? That doesn't interest me even a little bit. Beside, it's none of your business what I did as the Pharaoh back in Egypt. I really can't understand why of all people exactly you should be the one to grub about what has once happened" Yami looked at Seto with mixed feelings, from one side quite angry but from another also slightly insecure about the answer. He didn't feel like discussing his private life in the ancient Egypt after all these years. Especially not with Kaiba.

Seto had this evil grin on his face… something that Yami could get sick from. But his beloved "friend" (or now rival again… probably) just made himself even more comfortable in his chair, suddenly feeling so self-confident as if he had just solved the world's problems of hunger, war and incurable diseases.

"Are you feeling nervous, dear Yami? Why such a worried look now? I'm sure that if that's not bothering you even a little bit then I can tell that your little cheerleader group that you call your friends, eh?"

"No. Why would you ever do something like that" Yami was confused: "If you want a duel, we can duel. Don't mix my friends into this." What did Kaiba want from him? And why would he threaten to tell his friends those things? There was something seriously wrong with this whole situation… very very …wrong…

"So you don't want your friends to know about your indecent behavior in the past? Why? Isn't that just something unimportant and nothing to worry about? Past is past, there's nothing you can change about it, hm?"

"Ay, Seto… no, I do not want my friends to know about it …I can't see why would you like to tall them such nonsense. Tell me clearly this one thing, what do you want?" Yami looked at the CEO who was sitting in the chair comfortably as if there was absolutely nothing to worry about. Ok, for him probably there was nothing to worry about. Grrr…

"You're not as stupid as you look, Yami. You're right, I want something and that's why I came here. Did you think that I came here to drop a short visit to my beloved friend Joey and give him flowers and candies because I have nothing better to do with my free time?" Seto asked cockily.

Obviously you don't have anything better to do with your time if you waste your time on me, Yami wondered to himself but said nothing. He ignored the regular dose of insults on him: "Then what do you want?"

Seto smiled evilly and his previous smirk grew wider and scarier. That looked quite psycho. Is Kaiba possessed by some kind of a daemon? Yami wondered.

"You have to live at my house and do whatever I want from you"

"… WHAT?" this time Yami really screamed out, angrily grabbing Seto by the corral to look in his eyes, ready to kill. Fine, he could make fun of him, but this was already crossing the line. He was getting tired of this attitude. "What is this sick game you're playing here? You know that I still think that we could be friends, Seto… but I really don't like when you play with my mind. I'm not someone you can make fun of that easily, don't you realize it?" then he let go of Kaiba, trying to control his emotions. Ok, maybe he had reacted a little bit too aggressive but there was just so much one person could take. This whole evening had turned out to be a disaster.

"I am not joking and I am not playing any game here, King" the tone of Seto's voice already was crossing the lines of mockery: "I'm being completely serious. You were using people as you wanted in the past, now it's time for you to see their feelings, it's time for you to be ordered around." Yami looked lost. What was he talking about there? And that was what Seto understood by the word serious?

"You're talking about my past here, Kaiba. I don't remember you being interested that much in the past, especially not in anyone other's. Besides, who are you to judge me, Kaiba…are you a knight in shining armor to fight for the love and justice? You were as bad as I was… I also don't remember when have you been really worried about how the others feel?" Yami looked at his rival coldly. He may not be sure what was going on here but he was not a toy to be played with: "Who are you to tell me what should I do! I don't agree to your conditions those make no sense not to me. You can tell my friends about my past, they will understand. I'm not exactly proud of what I but it was the time and the circumstances those put me in such position. Kaiba, go home and take care of your own life before you're meddling with others privacy" although Yami's voice was brave and cold, he was feeling weak. He felt tired of this constant fighting and fears of losing his friends' trust. And Kaiba. He was tired of him as well.

Seto shrugged, not impressed by the answer. Well, he had expected that Yami would not give up easily. He had a plan B, geee, what did you think? Seto had brain and he liked to use those gray cells from time to time. He got up from his seat, took a stop forward Yami and shoved a paper in his face.

"What is that?" the former pharaoh was confused. He took the paper and examined it for a moment. It was a document. God, what did this have to do with… wait… this could not be true. Kaiba wouldn't dare to…

"As you can read, if you can, it states that Yugi's shop will get demolished in a week so that it would make a place for a new office building" the evil smile of Seto's face was back.

… what the hell…

"I don't quite understand…" Yami murmured. He didn't. Really. He did not understand any of this insanity.

"I'm the proprietor of the land where that miserable Yugi's wreck of a game shop is located now. It was quite easy to buy that land especially as the old man, Yugi's dear grandfather, had never really claimed his rights to it. Sad, isn't it? Of course Yugi can still bring an action against me but well… let's see… he would never in his life win this case and sooner or later his pitiable wreck of a shop would go down anyway…with my help of course. So, what do you say now, Yami? Will you find the way to my mansion or should I pick you up tomorrow?"

Yami stared at the CEO wide eyed forgetting about not showing his weakness or fears to his enemy. He felt really depressed at this moment and all he wanted to know was why ever should Kaiba do something like this? To punish him for what he had done in the past? No. Way.

Maybe this was his only way how to take some revenge for all those lost duels? But it was too foolish. Yami was not feeling well, not psychically nor emotionally. There was this weird feeling in his stomach that told him that this would not end well. He knew that Kaiba wouldn't harm him… wait… he knew? Ha ha! No, he hoped! He knew nothing… But maybe this was all just a sick game and after some time Kaiba would just let him go? His stomach was killing him but there was a weird rush of excitement as well. If this was just a game he could solve it and win it. He looked Seto straight in the eyes finding no sympathy there.

"I don't trust you, Kaiba. How can I know that this all is not just a trap?"

Seto rolled his eyes, "Do I look like I care?"

Yami wasn't over the moon about what was happening here. Fine. So be it. "If I agree to do what you demand, you won't tell a thing to my friends and Yugi will keep his shop, did I understand that correctly?"

"Right"

Yami sighed. He couldn't believe he would really have to say it.

"…Fine, then pick me up tomorrow evening. I'll pack my things…."

Seto was more than pleased with his success and smiled smugly, turning around and stalking out of the room with his trench coat wavering behind him.

"Wait, Kaiba… just one question…" Yami's voice was quiet but loud enough to stop the CEO from leaving the house.

"Why?"

Seto turned around, stared at the other boy as he looked like one. Still and said slowly, lingering on every word: "Rule one: No talking if I'm not ordering you to talk"

And with that he was gone.

"I just wanna live"

I need an alarm system in my house
So I know when people are
Creeping about
These people are
Freaking me out

It's getting hectic everywhere that I go
They won't leave me alone
There's things they all wanna know
I'm paranoid about the people I meet
Why are they talking to me?
And why can't anyone see

I just wanna live
Don't really care about the things that they say
Don't really care about what happens to me
I just wanna live

A/N: I hope you're still reading. :) If you do, leave me some reviews and suggestions. Bows and thanks