Kaiba awoke with a jolt. He was quite enjoying his dream where he was killing Bakura by shooting him with a gun, leaning into Pegasus the whole time. He couldn't decide which part was better, killing Bakura, not having to worry about his awful, torturous past anymore, or leaning into Pegasus, to stay with him forever and to know him until the end of his days, not caring about the age difference between them...

Bakura! It was definitely the part about killing Bakura. There was nothing good about Pegasus, as far as Kaiba was concerned. All he was, was the owner of the house Kaiba lived in for the next fifteen years. After those fifteen years, Kaiba wouldn't have to worry about one person. The threat of encountering Bakura again was still strong, but at least he would have his company back, maids to serve to his every need, and no Pegasus to live with.

He looked out the window. It looked about dusk out there. Kaiba heard a familiar noise: the sound of idle chatter. One voice was Pegasus, the other was Bakura. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but knowing those two, it could only have been trouble. He walked closer to his bedroom, where the two were standing. He stood next to the doorframe, as the door was cracked, and he wanted to see what was happening.

He saw the two standing next to one another. As Bakura turned away, his hand rubbing up and down the back of his scalp, Pegasus grabbed him from behind and turned him around. The two were positioned as if they were dancing, with Pegasus doing a mighty fine dip on Bakura. He then proceeded to lift Bakura's head closer to his and lean in. He stopped as their lips touched.

Bakura looked almost terrified at first, his eyes wide with fear. He didn't try to pull away, which was bizarre to Kaiba. If a person he didn't like was kissing him on the mouth, he would've immediately attempted to pull away, in an effort to get the person off of him. But, Bakura didn't.

After a few minutes, Bakura seemed to calm down, and he closed his eyes. He leaned in just a little closer to get a little bit of the taste of Pegasus's lips, considering that Pegasus was getting enough of his. Kaiba looked at the scene, cleching his hands into tight fists. Another minute: tighter. Another minute: even tighter. The next minute, Pegasus picked Bakura up off his feet, and Bakura threw his hands around Pegasus's neck.

Kaiba's blood was boiling. He barged in, catching the two in the position that they were in, right then and there. He threw Bakura out of Pegasus's arms, and stomped on his chest repeatedly. he wanted to keep doing over and over and over again, but Pegasus put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. Pegasus pulled Kaiba to his chest, and swung his arms around him and sqeezed him tight.

Kaiba started feeling warm and fuzzy on the inside. He felt comfort, like nothing could hurt him as long as Pegasus was right there with him, in contact with him. It was as if Pegasus was his Guardian Angel, and the way for Pegasus to give Kaiba his shield was to hug him. Was this what love felt like?

Kaiba immediately wiped that thought from his mind. He couldn't believe what he was thinking. Was he falling in love with Maximillion Pegasus? It couldn't be. It wasn't right to be in love with the man you despised the most. As far as Kaiba knew, the only person he was supposed to care about at this point was himself, now that Mokuba wasn't alive anymore.

Mokuba.

Great, now thinking awful thoughts about Pegasus brought his little brother back to his mind. Mokuba didn't even deserve to die. Actually, now that Kaiba thought about it, Pegasus was only Number 2 on the Most Hated List. Number 1 went to Bakura, he had caused the death of the person he cared about most. Kaiba didn't even blame himself for Mokuba's death, he blamed Bakura. He hadn't blamed himself from the start. He had told Mokuba to dodge Bakura's weapon, but it was just too fast for Mokuba.

If Bakura had never thrown his dagger in the first place, then Kaiba wouldn't have had to tell Mokuba to dodge it. It's not like Kaiba threw the dagger and didn't tell Mokuba to dodge it. He tried, and he might've failed, but that's the way life goes. The only thing he would never feel better about was the fact that he hadn't killed Bakura when he had the chance.

Kaiba felt a small pat on his shoulder. Pegasus was gesturing to tell him to help Bakura to his feet. For Pegasus? Anything... no! He would only do it because he didn't want to get arrested again. He took a few steps away from Pegasus. He felt a slight pang of guilt for leaving his arms, gut he quickly dismissed that thought, erasing the feeling from his body altogether. He got onto his knees, and stood up, along with Bakura, who's hand was inside of his.

Bakura nodded in both apology and thanks as he walked over to Kaiba's bed. He picked up a small suitcase, and threw it over his shoulder. He then proceeded to walk over to Pegasus and hugs him before exiting the room. Both Pegasus and Kaiba watched from the doorway as he waved goodbye and left the house entirely.

"I'm going to miss him," Pegasus muttered, stepping out of the room and into the kitchen.

Kaiba looked at Pegasus as if he had lost his mind. He followed him in the kitchen, where there was a wonderful, fragrant odor travelling around it, and spreading throughout the whole house. It was a scent Kaiba recognized as soon as it took it's venture into his nose: Filet Mignon.

"So, you cook breakfast for me," Kaiba started, "you free me from chores, you give $5,000 and give me the whole day to do whatever I feel like, give me something I absolutely love for lunch, and now you're cooking my favorite dinner. Those are all good things, but then let's go to the things that are bad.

"You invite Bakura onto the island without saying anything to me, you allow him in the house, and my room without saying anything to me, you kiss him on the mouth, in my bedroom, and then you make me help him up while he leaves the house! What kind of sick, twisted, madman are you?!"

Pegasus put the lid on the frying pan, and walked to Kaiba. He pulled him to his body, so that they touched one another. He held Kaiba so tight, he couldn't move, but Kaiba didn't care. He was getting that warm and fuxxy feeling inside, and felt like nothing could hurt him...

He groaned, and kicked Pegasus in the ankle to get him to back off. It didn't work; Pegasus just tightened his grip around the horrified 16-year-old. Kaiba bit him on the wrist, and that got him to finally let go. He put his other hand on top of his bitten wrist, and ran to a drawer next to the drawer of silverware. Kaiba smiled, and sat down at the table. Seconds later, he saw Pegasus wrapping the bitten wrist with gauze.

"I'm sorry," Kaiba said, his hand spread across his forehead. "I just... you scared me."

Pegasus smiled, and pulled out a chair to sit next to Kaiba. He put a hand on Kaiba's thigh, and Kaiba looked up at him. "Were you scared that I was falling in love with Bakura... instead of you?"

"What?!", Kaiba asked, apparently shocked.

"I know how you feel about me, Kaiba-boy," Pegasus informed him. "You love me, you just don't want to admit it, even to yourself. That's why you've been denying it all this time. I told Bakura to do this, to come to the house, to not truly react to anything you did, to kiss me, so I could test your strength. Turns out, you can't stand another human being putting hands on me."

Kaiba gulped. "I'm not in love with you, Pegasus. I've never been, and I never will be. Looks like you're just going to be stuck where you are: Singletown."

Kaiba stood up, and walked into his room. He stared out the window, and looked outside, where the sun had almost entirely set, and the moon was almost entirely in the sky. It looked like it was going to be a clear, cloudless night with a full moon, which was perfect for a night on a boat.

Kaiba was just thinking of Bakura getting on a boat, then the boat crashing into some rocks and making Bakura drown. He imagined watching the crash from the shore, laughing, along with Pegasus, who was standing behind him while doing so.

He tried to keep any thoughts of Pegasus out of his mind. Of course, this proved to be impossible, as he found himself throwing out a thought of Bakura and replacing it with a thought of Pegasus. It was strange to him, he didn't know why he seemed to be thinking about Pegasus a lot that day. As he looked at the people walking on the sidewalk outside, he saw Mitsuko walking to her apartment down on the corner of Hirotsu Lane and Kyotchi Avenue. Kaiba sighed out a deep sigh. That was when he realized that tomorrow would be another normal day in the Pegasus-Kaiba household.

No more free breakfast, no more escape from chores, no more free money, no more doing what he wanted, no more early morning visits to the Game Shop, no more coffee with breakfast. Every day after today would be normal, most likely going along with his birthday next year. Pegasus hadn't done anything for Kaiba the year before, he practically just made that day worse. Kaiba could say goodbye to easy living for another fifteen years.

While attempting to erase that thought from his mind, Kaiba fell right asleep on his bed, dreaming of dancing with Pegasus privately in the backyard of Pegasus's house, singing about Bakura dying and how happy they were about it. He kept a smile on his face althroughout that dream, both in his mind and on the outside.