Author's Note: I do not pretend to know everything about the YUGIOH series. I have only watched parts of the English dub and learned some other details from websites and other fanfictions. Because of my lack of knowledge, this story is AU. It is also a male/male pairing: Seto Kaiba/Yami Yugi, who, for all intents and purposes, will be known as Atemu or Atem Mutou in this fic.

Obviously, knowing as little as I do, I do not own the series. I also don't own Louis Vuitton or whatever other brand names may pop up, or the Aston Martin Vanquish. Although I would love to own an Aston Martin. So don't sue me. I'm poor.

AHHHH! I hate research! We finally got a bunch done when we realized 1) we don't know what type of hypothesis to use and 2) we can't find any experiments on thermal expansion except this one that uses this weird electricity thing! I HATE THISSSSSS. UGH.

Ooh, 12 reviews last time. That was a very welcome surprise. Thanks again for reading!

You guys have no idea what a bitchy time I had trying to put this up (it was actually finished on April 11th). document uploader obviously has taken a disliking to me. (Thanks to Bangle Meister for a work-around!)

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It's Saturday, December 20th today in Domino, Japan, and it is a beautiful day so far. The sun is out and it's no less chilly than could be expected at this time of year, isn't that right, Chinami-chan?

Indeed, Kazuma-kun! Do be warned though, there's a forecast of snow showers later this evening. For the close of the eight o' clock hour we have a request for a song from Yuki-chan….

As the music started pouring out of the radio, crimson eyes opened to find not the usual white walls of Atem's bedroom, but the now-familiar striped wallpaper of Ryou and Malik's apartment that just happened to be as close to West Villa as you could get without actually being in West Villa (the reason for this was that Malik couldn't stand the boring white walls that West Villa forced on its occupants). Atem sat up with a yawn, rubbing the sleep from his eyes when he realized that the song on the radio had become accompanied by his ring tone. Reaching for the phone, he flipped it open and sleepily greeted his caller.

"Hello?"

"Good morning," came Anzu's chipper voice, "I think I'm going crazy."

"You sure don't sound it," Atem replied, "Why? What's going on?"

"One of my tablecloths has a tear in it, my flowers aren't going to be able to make it on time, I have the final fitting for my dress today and no one to take me, and what's worse, the caterer is going to cost more than we expected."

"Okay. How much more is the caterer going to cost?"

"Five hundred dollars."

"I can take care of that for you, no problem," Atem assured her, "I got a raise since I do pretty much every job at the boutique."

"God, you don't have to."

"It'll be my present to you guys. No problem. Now, how bad is your tablecloth?"

"Horrible. Awful. Ruined."

"Talk to Shizuka, she can work wonders. I'll take you to your dress fitting too. About the flowers though, I don't know…."

"They got the damn date messed up," Anzu groaned, "How, I don't know. The flowers are going to arrive on January eighth, apparently."

"The wedding is on the twenty-ninth though, isn't it? Honestly, some people can be so stupid at times, Anzu. Anyhow, I know you love those Stargazer lilies, but I'm sure you can find something else in nine days. Why don't you ask Shizuka or Mai to help you pick them up? I heard she got back from her show tour a few days ago."

"Of course, that's the rational thing to do, but- my lilies! I really wanted them," Anzu sighed, doing admirably in the way of preventing an emotional breakdown.

"I know, Anzu, I know. Why don't you go for roses? After all, your tablecloths are embroidered with them. I'm sure you could find some that looked pink."

"You're such a doll," Anzu breathed, "When I see you later, remind me to give you a hug. Oh! And the night before…."

"You can stay with me. I already talked to Yugi about it," Atem replied, though he was still a little surprised that Anzu believed so much in the superstition that if a bride saw the groom before the wedding, they'd have an unhappy marriage.

"Yes. Okay. Thank you. Oh! The dress fitting is at three."

"I'll be there. See you later, Anzu."

"Yes. See you later."

The line clicked and Atem hung up his phone, collapsing back against the couch he'd been sleeping on. This had been happening for days; Anzu would call up and ask him about some problem or another. He felt bad for her; the brunette was usually calm and rational but had lately been ready to jump out of her skin at the smallest impulse. In fact, Anzu's attitude reminded him a little bit about the current disposition of another brunette- one Seto Kaiba. For some reason, he'd been more edgy recently, but Atem didn't mind much. He figured it was about the prospect of seeing Jou at Yugi and Anzu's wedding. In the few months since they'd met, however, they'd been having a good time. They went out on a good many dates and eventually the media caught up with them (Atem remembered very well when this happened, for Seto got so angry with the paparazzi that he started cursing and nearly ran over a journalist with the Vanquish while they were making their escape). After that, the Aston Martin had become associated with them, so Seto reluctantly stopped using it to take Atem out on dates, or to go anywhere, for that matter. Instead, they left the silver vehicle in the garage and started using Seto's black F430 Spyder Ferrari. After that car ended up targeted as well, they turned to the white 911 Carrera 4S Cabriolet Porsche.

"If Seto keeps running from the journalists, we're going to run out of cars to use," Atem muttered to himself, rummaging through his friends' fridge for breakfast.

Plopping back down on the couch with some leftover pizza, Atem turned the television on to check the day's weather but instead found himself staring at video footage of none other than, well… himself.

"Agh! How did they get that?" Atem nearly yelled, catching himself not a second too soon so as not to wake up his sleeping hosts. "I could have sworn there was no…!"

However, the telltale signs of leaves framing the camera told him all he needed to know. This group of journalists had obviously hidden in the bushes around the restaurant he and Seto had gone to last week. Somehow, I don't get how everyone doesn't know we're together yet, he sighed, with all this media coverage. Jou still thinks I'm dating some mystery girl. Obviously he doesn't watch the news, or read magazines, or anything. Although, I suppose since Kujaku-san came back from her show tour he hasn't had much time for anything else. Stuffing his face with the slice of pizza, he pressed the speed-dial on his phone that would call Seto and waited for his boyfriend to pick up the line.

"This is early," Seto commented before even saying hello.

"Yes, well, have you seen channel eleven?" Atem groaned. "They were hiding in the bushes, of all places! Don't these people have any dignity?"

"No. You should know that by now," the brunette said. "I have a simple solution to all of this, however."

"And what is that?"

"We'll simply stay in," Seto announced. "Come over tonight. Let them speculate all they want, I don't give a damn anymore."

"All right. What time?"

"Whenever you want, security knows to let you in."

"That's a new feature," Atem said with a smirk.

"It comes with the all-so-fabulous perk of being recognized by the media," Seto deadpanned.

Atem just laughed.

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"Whoa! This is your house?" Kisara gasped, looking out the car window as it pulled up into the drive of the Kaiba Mansion around six in the evening.

"Yep. Home sweet home," Mokuba grinned.

The mansion really did look impressive; the sun was setting and the house was sitting against the beautiful backdrop the sky was currently providing. The lawn and roof was covered in glowing white snow and the house was breathing smoke from its many lit fireplaces, making the entire place look peaceful and inviting. The car came to a stop and the two teenagers exited the vehicle, making their way up to the door. Mokuba rang the bell, though it really wasn't necessary, and the door opened. However, it wasn't a butler on the other side, nor a maid. It wasn't even okaa-san.

"Who… who are you?" Mokuba asked, startled by the appearance of a tanned young man with hair that was best described as crazily exotic.

"I could ask you the same thing," Atem replied, raising an eyebrow at the two teens on the doorstep. "Asami-chan, who are these people?"

Asami looked around the corner and dropped her duster in shock, running towards the door.

"Mokuba-sama, you've returned!" Asami cried, throwing her arms around the younger Kaiba. "We've all missed you so much!"

"I missed you all too, Asami-chan," Mokuba replied, "This is my friend Kisara, the one I said would be staying with us."

"It's a pleasure to have you with us, Kisara-san," Asami curtsied, "If you need anything, we are only a ring away."

"Mokuba… so… oh! So you're Seto's little brother!" Atem said suddenly. "I thought you were supposed to be in America for a time, though?"

"We're on a secret surprise mission!" Kisara offered, grinning deviously.

"Oh dear," Asami said, "This doesn't include ruining the house, does it?"

"No, no. Don't worry," Mokuba assured. "But you still haven't answered my question."

"I'm Mutou Atem," Atem answered, "Seto's- well, I wonder if he'd want me to tell you without him, hmm."

"Want you to tell who what without me?" came Seto's voice from the hallway that connected with the garage.

The tall brunette stopped dead in his tracks when he saw exactly who was standing there.

"Mokuba?" Seto asked, incredulously. "What are you doing here?"

"We came to visit for Christmas!" Mokuba grinned.

"H-hello," Kisara stammered, struck speechless by the appearance of Mokuba's fabled older brother, the famous businessman Seto Kaiba.

"You came home early," Atem commented. "Because we're having dinner?"

Seto nodded, still staring dumbstruck at his two unexpected visitors.

"Wait, dinner? What's going on, nii-sama?"

"He's my boyfriend," Seto said, as calmly as if he were commenting on the weather.

"Your what? No way!"

The brunette arched an eyebrow, waiting for his little brother to continue.

"N-not that I think that it's bad liking other guys, or weird, or anything, it's just! You actually got someone to care about you, nii-sama?" He paused again. "Not that it's impossible or anything! Just that, you don't usually care about other people and so they don't really tend to pay much attention to you either- ah, that's not what I meant to say! I mean- oh god, I give up."

Seto suddenly started coughing in a way that sounded suspiciously like he was covering up a bout of laughing. Mokuba gave him a glare and crossed his arms, pouting defiantly.

"Whatever. What I meant to say is, that's great! And it's nice to meet you, Mutou-san. You must be pretty special if you can put up with this guy," he said, motioning towards his older brother.

"I wouldn't put it that way," Atem said, a little embarrassed at the sudden- was it really a compliment?

"Anyways," Seto said, pointing at Kisara, "Who is this, eh?"

"Oh! This is my friend, Kisara," Mokuba said, a little too hastily for Seto's tastes.

"He means girlfriend," Kisara corrected with a smile.

"Ah. Well. It's nice to know my brother isn't completely hopeless in the field of dating."

"Hey! Shouldn't I be the one saying that about you? Nii-sama!"

However, the two older men had already started off down the hallway, waving behind them at the two teens still standing in the entryway.

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"You were right," Anzu said to Atem two days later, "Shizuka is a genius. That tablecloth is better than new!"

"I'm glad that your problems are getting better. How goes the flower hunt?"

"We're going with pink tulips and white roses, actually. Not as good as the Stargazer lilies, but oh well. It's still a pretty combination."

"That's good. Anything else arise unexpectedly?"

"No, thankfully. Are you still bringing Seto?"

"Um, about that…."

"What? Please don't tell me you're not coming!"

"No, no, we are! It's just that, his little brother and his girlfriend arrived on Saturday, and, well…."

"I suppose we can make room for two more," Anzu sighed, making it sound like a bigger burden than it really was, but the smile on her face gave her away.

"You're amazing, Anzu," Atem grinned, giving the brunette a kiss on the cheek.

"Of course I am! I'm the Amazing Anzu, here to save prospective wedding attendees from the certain doom of being turned away by the bride!"

"Oh, really?" Atem asked, unable to suppress a smile.

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This is actually drawing to a close much faster than I expected! Only a few more chapters after this. It's a little sad, really.

I apologize with cheating you all out of watching Seto announce his relationship with Yami to the public- however, no matter what I did, I just couldn't imagine a plausible situation. So, letting the media find out on their own was the best route for that.