Chapter 3: Accompanying Thoughts

Kaiba sighed heavily as he rubbed his forehead, staring blankly at the bright screen in front of him.

He had checked on Mokuba sometime ago and was pleased to find that his little brother was out for the night; that meant he was off the hook for giving some sort of an excuse for his late arrival home...and about the new addition to their house.

Sighing again, Kaiba resumed typing his report to send to his board of advisors. It took more effort than he thought was needed to keep himself from thinking about the former pharaoh since distracting himself with thoughts of work or Mokuba wasn't working; eventually he would stray back to his conversation in the living room with Yami and his snapped decision to let him stay. Usually he wouldn't be so quick in making decisions like that, maybe that was why he was starting to think that letting the smaller male stay was a bad idea. After all, trouble had a terrible tendency to follow Yami around, and the last thing Kaiba wanted was to get dragged in whatever it was the ex-spirit was trying to prevent from happening...At least that was what he kept telling himself.

Some part of him predicted that despite Yami's good intentions, he and―dare he think it―the Yuugi-tachi were going to get dragged into it one way or another; something that a small part of himself wouldn't have minded so much. If he had to be honest with himself then he couldn't say that he didn't miss the sense of danger and the challenge that came along with it. Though, more than anything, he
definitely missed the duels...and the person that made it so invigorating enough that he gave it his all every single time.

He sighed again, leaning forward onto his desk and rubbing his face; sometimes he couldn't help feeling some resentment towards Yami. He left after all that...after finding his name he had still left and now Kaiba was left suffering from the effects Yami's actions had on him; not only was he dueling less and less often now (although that could also be contributed to the fact that his workload had become heavier) he had come to recognized that he was attracted to the ex-spirit. At first, he was appalled at himself for having such thoughts about another male (and a dead male at that), then he had spent the better part of the year after Yami's departure trying to convince himself that all he felt for him was just the loss of a worthy rival and the anger of his decision to leave rather than stay. But, as time slowly wore on, he was left to bitterly admit to himself that he may have had feelings for the spirit; it just took him until Yami left to realize he had them. But, right after admitting that, he had told himself that it didn't matter. It was useless to have...sentiments...towards someone who couldn't return them, so he needed to get the hell over it and move on with his life. He was doing just fine as he was anyway so why change a good thing? If only Yuugi had never came into contact with that gaudy trinket…his life wouldn't have changed so drastically and he wouldn't be wishing for something...no, someone...

You're a fucking idiot, he thought angrily. Just get the hell over it already!Unfortunately, that small nagging voice refused to give up so easily. Ignoring it, he checked the clock on his computer. He wasn't too surprised to see that it was now 4:19 in the morning so he finished sending out his series of emails and shut down his computer. Normally he would never had stopped working at such an early hour but thanks to a deal he made with Mokuba he was now force to take every Saturday off and not so much as look at his laptop or do anything work-related. He still wasn't use to wasting a day away unproductively but at least they had agreed on only one day a week.

Hopefully Yami won't be inside the house when Mokuba wakes up,Kaiba thought idly as he got up and headed towards his bathroom. He turned on the shower facet before ridding himself of his clothing, waiting for the temperature of the water to adjust to his liking.

Again he tried to focus on something else instead of Yami but he eventually drifted back to him and his previous thoughts. Was it any wonder that he practically tossed the former pharaoh into his house and insisted he should stay once he found out he was back? Before he even realized it, he was acting on
desires that should've been buried a long time ago and he had the feeling that the longer he was in such close proximity to Yami the more frequently he'll act out on those desires.

He needed to kick Yami out before he could make a fool of himself and quickly.

Stop it, he chided angrily. You have more self-control than that; this is nothing you can't handle.

Nodding his head as if he was confirming the answer to himself, Kaiba shut the water off. If he kept this up he'd be in his bathroom all morning and that was unacceptable, especially since Mokuba would notice that he hadn't slept.

Thinking about such things is a waste of time anyway, he told himself sternly as he left the bathroom, dressing in his pajamas along the way.

As he got into his bed Kaiba's final thought before he shut the light was if he was lucky this would just be some incredibly crazy dream and in the morning everything would be normal as if this night had never happen.

Kaiba had little reassurance in that thought.

A/N: This was re-edited because I really ended up not liking the first version of the chapter. Hopefully this will make more sense in chapter 5 and (i guess) further chapters :D