---Hm, further proof that this story is a monster. This chapter doesn't even cover the main point it was supposed to, instead it created a mind of its own and went in a totally different direction. But I'm ok with that.

And do you all remember that fourth person mentioned in the prologue? Well those were all the main characters and plot points of the story and with just now getting to that fourth person.... Thirteen chapter in. xD

I guess this puts at about half way. Or not. I'm not sure how long it's going to be if chapters keep going like this. Points touched on in this chapter needed to be touched on. Plus, it gives me an AWESOME cliffhanger this way... and I love cliffhangers. ---

Of You And Me:
Chapter Thirteen

As Sunday morning rose over Domino all traces of the storm that washed over the city were gone, save for the droplets water that still clung to the grass, making it shimmer as the sun that finally broke through the clouds. It was very deceiving, for even though it looked almost springy out, the temperature, at best, was still quite chilly.

And Seto Kaiba knew this as he pulled on the black, long sleeved, turtleneck. With a sigh he glanced vaguely at the mirror, running his fingers through his still damp hair trying to get it to lay still, before sweeping quickly out of the bathroom. He was running a bit late, but being the teenage CEO of a multibillion dollar gaming corporation, he was used to such things.

The air around the Kaiba mansion was quite tranquil this morning. Because it was still so early Seto was one of the only ones awake. A few of the live-in servants had been summoned to make breakfast, which was thinking about skipping now, and bring the limo around to take him to Kaiba Crop.

On his way out, Seto paused by this little brother's room. He quietly opened the door and peeked in on him. Mokuba laid on his side, eyes closed peacefully. His long black hair cascaded down his pillow, sticking out here and there, he would have a serious case of bed head once he got up. Seto almost felt a twinge of guilt for having to leave this morning without saying goodbye to his younger brother, but as he moved the close the bedroom door a small voice called to him from inside.

"Big brother?" it asked sleepily.

Seto looked back and saw that Mokuba's eyes were now open.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" the brunette asked quietly.

"No," the youngest Kaiba sat up and shook his head, "What are you doing up so early?"

"I'm on my way to the office."

Mokuba's face dropped significantly, "But it's Sunday."

"I know it is," Seto sighed, "But I have a big presentation tomorrow and I just need to finish up a few things for it."

Mokuba's head hit the pillow again. Another twinge shot through Seto's heart.

"I swear I won't be long."

"Okay, big brother."

Mokuba closed his steal blue eyes, Seto closed the door.

The CEO sat solemnly in the back of the limo, staring blankly out the window the entire time. He hated going back on his word to his little brother.

Between going to High School, like a normal teenager, running Kaiba Corp., and raising a family Seto was juggling more at sixteen then most adults do. Finding time for just himself and Mokuba was very difficult. His younger brother was worried that he'd get burned out if he kept up like he had been, so he made Seto promise that he'd take every Sunday off to relax. Yet even with the promise, with so much on his plate Seto never found any time to rest.

He was also doing it all under the scrutinizing gaze of the media vultures who were all to ready to tear you to shreds at the smallest mistake... the slightest hiccup.

Seto had been so lost in his thoughts that he barely registered that the limo was now parked outside Kaiba Corp. and the driver had opened the door for him. The CEO climbed out of the vehicle with a short nod to his driver before entering the tall Kaiba Corp. building that towered over most of Domino.

He was completely unaware of the violet orbs that were watching him intently.

---(--)---

The spirit of the Millennium Ring growled as he awoke. There was a laundry list of reasons to be annoyed this morning: his clothes were still damp from the night before, the couch on which he had been sleeping on was very uncomfortable, the bright sun was streaming down into his face, there was a dull throbbing in his head that he could probably attribute to over sleeping...

But probably the most annoying thing about waking up was that he was once again reminded of the events from the night before, and the fact that he was still at the blasted Pharaoh's house.

The couch springs groaned softly as Bakura sat up, stretching his sore muscles. Opening his eyes to the bright room, however, only made the pain in his head worse. The spirit rubbed his temples slowly, willing the pain to go away.

"Ah, you're finally awake, tomb robber?" Yami asked as he walked past the couch.

Nope, Bakura's headache definitely wasn't going to be going away today.

"What time is it?" the spirit grumbled.

"Almost noon," Yami answered.

"What!?" Bakura roared, jumping to his feet, "You let me sleep almost half the day away? Why in Ra's name didn't you wake me sooner?"

"I figured after last night you could use a good nights sleep," the Pharaoh said, his eyes narrowing a bit at Bakura's outburst.

"I don't give a fuck," Bakura growled, "I shouldn't be here sleeping when Marik is out there doing who knows what!"

Yami pressed his lips together in a thin line, "You might not care, tomb robber, but I'm sure Ryou does."

Bakura shot him a look.

"Mentally you might not need rest," Yami continued, "But physically that body is not your own, and I don't want you to harm Ryou's body."

The spirit rolled his eyes, "Whatever."

"Also," Yami said, walking away from him and toward the bedroom he shared with Yugi, "It's getting colder out, so you'll probably want to run and get a change of clothes, and possibly some shoes."

Bakura glanced down at his damp clothes and bare feet. He had been so out of it last night that he didn't even realize that he'd left the apartment without shoes.

"Fine, fine," he scoffed, storming down the stairs to the Game Shop below.

A few minutes later the Pharaoh also descended the stairs to find the tomb robber still standing by the door.

"Uh, Pharaoh?" Bakura said as Yami approached him, the spirit shifted uncomfortably before speaking again, "Could you come with me?"

Yami blinked at him a few times.

"Look, I don't want to hurt Malik, but after last night," Bakura swallowed loudly and adverted his gaze away from from Yami, "I just..."

Bakura swallowed again, the lump in his throat growing, "I just don't know if I'll be able to control myself if I run into him right now..."

Yami nodded, "Alright, I'll go with you."

---(--)---

The two spirits walked silently through the streets of Domino. The bright afternoon sun dried Bakura's clothes quickly, but did very little in the way of warmth. He pulled his shirt tightly around himself, it was days like this that made the tomb robber miss his homeland of Egypt. With it's blazing sun and warm sand between his toes, instead of the bitter cold concrete below his feet now.

"Do you ever miss Egypt?" Bakura voiced.

"Sometimes," Yami answered, tilting his face up towards the sun.

Silence fell over them again.

"Do you think that's what set Malik off?" Yami asked after awhile.

"What?" Bakura had already forgotten what they were talking about.

"Moving here," Yami clarified, "Perhaps leaving Egypt wasn't the best thing for him."

"Oh please," Bakura snorted, "And letting him go back to that Ra forsaken place to rot alone would have been the better option?"

"I just don't know what could have set him off," Yami sighed, "Yugi's said he's been doing fine at school, Isis said he'd been normal at home... He's out of the dark... He's dating Ryou... I just —"

"Wait," Bakura almost stopped in his tracks, "What in Ra's name did you just say?"

"Malik's dating Ryou?" Yami repeated in confusion.

"What the bloody hell!?" the tomb robber exclaimed.

"You didn't know?" the Pharaoh raised an eyebrow.

Bakura laughed at this, "Trust me, I know everything that goes on with this body. I'm just wondering where you came up with something that outrageous."

"Well Isis mentioned that they were going out every night," Yami's eyes narrowed again, "So I just assumed..."

"Well you know what happens when you assume," Bakura grumbled, "It makes an ass of you and me."

Yami was greatly regretting his decision to accompany the tomb robber to his apartment.

"And for your information, I was the one going out with Malik every night," Bakura spat, "I'm so sick of people getting me confused with that boy."

The Pharaoh rolled his eyes this time, "Of all the things to complain about."

"I told that whiney bitch to ask my yandonushi out," Bakura chose to ignore Yami's comment, "But he never did."

"Why didn't Ryou ask Malik out instead?"

"Are you kidding?" the spirit shook his head, "That boy was too shy to ask Malik over to hang out, let alone ask him on a date."

"Oh..."

"The two of them belong together," Bakura said, "Neither of them have a spine."

"So that means Malik's not with anyone?" Yami blurted out. The images from a few days before revisited the Pharaoh... the blondes flushed cheeks... the mental images of him writhing beneath him... if Malik wasn't with Ryou, perhaps it would still be possible... if only it wasn't for Yugi...

Bakura shot him a sidewise glance, "Why does it matter?"

"It... no reason... it doesn't matter at all..." the Pharaoh stammered.

Bakura raised his eyebrows skeptically, but also chose to ignore this and instead announced that they had reached his apartment building. Yami had been so lost in his new thoughts that he had completely forgotten why they were out. He opted to wait outside while the spirit went inside to change. The Pharaoh wanted to this time alone to clear his head, it it was fruitless.

The images of Malik played over and over in Yami's mind making it hard to concentrate on anything else, and the two spirits walked back to the Game Shop in stoney silence.

---(--)---

"Mr. Kaiba?"

The secretary's voice broke through the soundless office. Seto looked up from his papers to the intercom on his desk. He reached out and pressed a button with a long finger.

"Yes, Ganeen?"

"Your brother is on the line," the secretary said, "He is wondering when you'll be coming home."

The CEO sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Late afternoon was already upon him and he still had so much work to do.

"Tell him it's going to be a little bit longer," Seto said to the intercom.

"Will do, Mr. Kaiba."

Seto couldn't help but smile as he clicked the intercom off. His secretary's voice was so light and airy that she could brighten up any dreary day. She really was one of the best he's had in a long time.

Seto spun around in his desk chair to face the large window in his office. From here he could look out over the whole city. The sun was in the early stages of setting, and the twinge in Seto's heart worsened. He had spent the entire day in this damned office when he should have been home with his brother. It was then that Seto decided to just forget what work he still had to do, and to go home instead.

He spun back to his desk and flipped the intercom back on.

"Ganeen," Seto spoke as he gathered up and organized the papers on his desk, "Call Mokuba and tell him I'm on my way home."

The CEO stood and filed the papers away.

"And have them bring the limo around," he finished. There was a pause in which he waited for an answer from his secretary.

His stomach dropped a couple notches when none came.

"Ganeen?" he called, but still no answer.

Something was wrong. He had never known his secretary to disappear like this. The CEO crossed the office in a few quick strides and threw open the door. It was then that Seto nearly jumped out of his skin, because on the other side of the door stood a well known, spiky haired Egyptian, with a wide grin plastered on his face.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kaiba," Marik chuckled, "But Ganeen seems to have... stepped out."