Me: I ::heart:: summer. But soon it's gonna end. ::cries::

YGO characters: ::a bit conserned but try to make an effort:: Yaaaaay...

Me: Heh heh... Okay, now... Lessee... Ah, yes, Serenity knows, Kaiba decieves, Tea plots, Yami dreams, Isis questions, Pegasus gloats and BAKURA PLAYS THE TAMBORINE!!! He'll do it soon, I promise you... Anyway, yeah, I just got an idea for some chapter-licous fun So lets see what happens here. Good times, people... Goooooood times.

Note: Ah... -- See, I have NO idea what it's like in a Catholic church... Or any church... Hmm... Anyway, if I mess it up, PLEASE TELL ME so that I can profusely apologize and say things like "Erm... just disreguard most of that chapter..." or "Yeah, I was WAY wrong about this..." Let me know please I'll try not to do too much of it at all but... well, a little bit needed to be included in this chapter.

Father Kaiba (as he was today) stood at the alter of the church, watching as his flock poured in to hear the word of God. But Father Kaiba was no longer their priest, nor they his flock, nor he the one who deserved to pass on something so righteous as the word of God. He wasn't even fit to be called Father anymore, as he had broken his vows to church and to God. And so, Seto (as he will henceforth only be called) should have bowed his head in shame, should have admitted his guilt, his sin, his betrayal... But he didn't. For Seto (Father, Monsignor or otherwise) had never truly believed in Catholicism. Laughing a bit, he mentally admitted that he didn't know if he truly believed in God. In all honesty, Seto should have been ashamed of what he'd done and the memory should have chained him to his own towers of flaming hell... But Seto felt more free than he ever had in his weary life. And every time he remembered what he'd shared with Isis... he knew he wouldn't have traded it for all the forgiveness this "God" had.

So the Cardinal began to walk, passing priests and other holy men alike, to the alter. His eyes lingered for a moment, just a moment, on Seto, who raised his own icy irises to stare back. The Cardinal's thick eyebrow raised as if he saw something strange in Seto but then passed by. The dark haired boy in priest's robes reached up with his long fingers and traced his lips, feeling their expression. He was smirking.

The noble and the fine sat in the pews, looking concerned about their hats or their fancy clothes or the rain that was sure to soil them if they didn't find a carraige quickly. It had been raining for days now, had not let up. Though this was common in England, the people could not shake the uneasy apprehension that accompanied the crying skies. Why had it not let up, at least for a day? Why was it so persistant? Why?

Maxamillion Pegasus sat back against the hard wood of the pew and turned his gaze on his pretty little wife, her blue eyes burning fixedly into the statue of Christ on the cross. She seemed anxious for the sermon to begin and yet on edge for more reasons. Finally, she shivered slightly and turned to the man at her left, not to Pegasus.

"Yami... My hands are cold. Do you mind if I put my hand in the pocket of your coat? Just until it's warm enough so that I can let it warm my other?"

The young man blinked and nodded saying, "Of course, Tea..." Though they had been friends for years, Yami somehow could not fathom why it had to be his pocket and not Pegasus's, to whom she was wed. Her tiny hand slipped into the pocket of his coat and he cleared his mind, thinking nothing else of it.

Oh, she was a crafty young maid, this shrewish wife of his! Pegasus grinned a bit in spite of himself and shook his head, silver tendrils falling in his eyes to blurr his vision. He had always known Tea was a woman who always wanted what she could not have. But now? She had the riches, the jewels, the reputation and the title. What more could she ask for but a young lover when out of her husband's bed? Pegasus laughed cruely in his own mind, but dared not to make a sound. She was a horrible show-off, his wife, and a great tease. He must have been a bit naive, believing that she was a sweet, innocent young thing when they'd been wed. Now, Pegasus was wiser and he knew of his wife's insane notions that the world revolved solely around her. And now... she was only amusing to watch.

After the ceremony, Yami found himself shaking hands with many of the hierarchy of the Catholic church. Pegasus was introducing him to the men, all of whom nodded with somewhat of a keen interest in the young man. Yami supposed that this was because of Pegasus' title and high standing in the church, even after most of England's royalty had gone Protestant.

"And finally, I would like you to meet my good friend and colleague, Monsignor Seto Kaiba..." Pegasus smiled as he bowed a little in Seto's direction. "Seto... This is Mr Yami Yugi." The two men locked gazes and shook hands.

"Wonderful to meet you, Monsignor Kaiba."

"The pleasure is all mine..."

Pegasus raised an eyebrow, noticing that his priest friend seemed to be elsewhere. A smile was painted over his usually-somber face, but not the one of a serpant, as Pegasus was accustom to. Seto seemed... generally happy. In a way, it made Pegasus curious. He wished to know what on earth Monsignor Kaiba had to grin about.

Seto gave a slight nod to Tea and greeted her casually. She raised an eyebrow to his smirk as well but did not keep preoccupied with it. The Duchess had other things to think about. Since speaking with her cousin, Serenity, Tea was always pondering how she would make her love known to Yami. It seemed difficult to out-right tell him and she had hinted it on several occasions. She could not understand what he was thinking of when she was right before his eyes, needing him... A haughty glance in Pegasus' direction before turning to Yami, she made up her mind. She would ask to ride alone with Yami on the way back to her home. Perhaps she could suggest that Pegasus stay behind and speak with his friend. It was perfect.

Tea raised her pretty head and said softly, her eyes burning into the young man next to her,

"Yami... Would it be alright if--"

Seto turned his head to look at her and Pegasus shook his head knowingly. But the man the question was directed toward did not hear her. He had bolted from the church and run out into the rain. And as he had done this so fast, no one could see where he'd gone... or what he was chasing after.

"Where do you suppose he went?" Seto drawled, not particularly interested but making conversation.

"Oh, who can say..." Pegasus sniggered, watching his wife's cheeks turn pink in anger and embaressment out of one eye. "Perhaps he has gone to chase some beautiful young woman. But again who can say..." The Duke and the Monsignor chuckled lightly as the Duchess sulked.

Yami pushed his way through the throng of people as each one attempted to battle the crowds and the driving rain. But the young man didn't care. He had seen her... He had...

Suddenly, in a flash of crimson and gold, Yami caught the woman he loved turning a corner. His heart raced as he persued her. Finally, he saw her once more in a darkened alleyway. She looked like a small cat, trying to stay out of the rain. In an instant, he reached for her tanned fingers and was suprised as his own closed over them. She turned, frightened, her eyes wide. She was wearing an elegant gown and if he had not seen her that day on the pagent wagon stage, he would have sworn her to be royalty. But the dress did not register to him (later, he assumed it was a costume of some kind...). All that mattered was that he could feel the heat of her skin through his glove. And it nearly drove him mad.

Quickly, he pulled her close and listened to her gasp. "Do not be afraid!" He wanted to say. "I am in love with you!" But he could scarely manage a word as he stared at her. Suddenly, this woman who had become somewhat of a ghost in his mind was in his arms. He let his strong hands fall down to the small of her back and then brought one arm up to brush his fingers over her neck. Yami felt her skip a breath. They were close enough to kiss.

"Release me!"

"No, no..." Yami could finally speak and he ran his gloved fingers through her rain-soaked hair. "You do not see... Please, I--"

"Release me! Who-- Who do you think you are?" She pulled away from him and in his stupor, he felt his grip go slack. She began to run but he turned seized her by the wrist and cried out,

"Don't! Please, I-- I am in love with you!"

Isis's eyes widened. What?

"I am in love with you, please! When I first saw you, I wasn't able to think of anything else! My eyes have never fallen upon a more beautiful woman than when I saw you that day in the park! Please, please! I do not sleep, nor eat... I only breathe by habit!" His eyes pleaded along with his lips. "I love you!"

She paused for longer than she intended before snatching her wrist away and running off in the other direction. Yami could only watch as the fog and rain swirled behind her, vaguely aware that he still stood under the storming sky but never feeling the cool drops of endless water on his face.

Me: Ok, yeah, I didn't really like that chappy but I got a review from someone who called themself "Jo Mama" who had this to say: Man update da god'damn story tis' ish frinkin' cool hurry da hell up or i will kill ya' Uhm... Ok. Hope I updated to your liking :) Anyway, review please, thanks and thank "Jo Mama" for getting me off my lazy ass.