Flame: Guess what. . . . I'm at AngelStarFire's house, typing this up AGAIN because I'm an idiot aand forgot to upload before coming over.

Dancer: No big surprise there. . . .

Flame: Ha ha. Anyways, this chapter has more of Kaiba than ever before. I like it.

Also, read and review my other fic or I won't be updating so fast. . . . I might get depressed and not write anymore.

Dancer: Uh huh.

Angel: *grins, having just witnessed the many spelling mistakes of her friend* ^^; LOL

Yugi-Girl: I don't know. I haven't had the chance to see it yet. VB, is Battosei from Ruroni Kenshin? I honestly don't know.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own YGO. Battosei belongs to herself. I own nothing. ::runs off and hides in a corner and cries.::

Shay: ::gets pushed in by Dancer:: what the hell....? ::sees Flame:: Oh. Well, she owns me, but she's been pouting eversince she lost her chance to 'own' Seto Kaiba. Someone get her a head doctor.

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I gave the Ring to Bakura, then wisely beat it to another room.

This time, if he decided to chase me, I was in serious trouble.

Fortunately, he was too busy arguing with Kaiba about whether or not he got the right to blast me away to worry about anything else.

"Where's Battosei?" I asked cuiously before I left. Kaiba scowled and shrugged.

Right. She called him psycho, he doesn't like her.

I found Kaiba's office after about twenty minutes of looking. Using a piece of printer paper and a pen I discovered in a drawer, I wrote a note for Battosei, telling her where to find her sword.

Then I got Mokuba's basement card and put both on Battosei's bed.

I came back downstairs in enough time to catch the goodbye's. Bakura shot me a warning look before Ryou pushed him out the door.

Kaiba shut the door, then turned to glare.

"He insulted me," I jumped to the defensive without giving him a chance to say anything.

"I insult you at least once an hour," he pointed out. "Yet it's the DANGEROUS one you try to get mad at you."

"Kaiba, to me, you're the dangerous one," I responded. He still looked about ready to strangle me.

A phone rang, shattering the silence and causing both of us to start.

Grumbling abou stupid ghsots, Kaiba stormed off to answer it.

I decided now would be a wise time to return to the basement and give everyone a few more hours to chill before me and my insulting, annoying self came back.

Of course, as Yami predicted, I lost track of time.

When I did decide to come back up, it was dark. A glance at the clock revealed that it was two in the morning.

Oops. Guess I overslept.

I shrugged and settled onto the couch, determined to enjoy my Kaiba-free time.

After about two minutes of staring at the ceiling, I decide that Kaiba-free time isn't as great as it sounds.

After about four minutes, I decided that I was lonely.

I sat up and looked at the stairs.

Where was the little asshole, anyway?

Right on cue, something upstairs hit the ground with a huge CRASH.

I was through the floor in about half a second.

I am now scarred for all enternity.

Before that, however, I followed the noise and found myself in Kaiba's room.

His window was open, although not the traditional way. A strong gust of wind had blown a tree branch into it, and the glass had shattered. I relaxed, relieved that it wasn't someone trying to sneak in.

A light behind me went on, and I turned around.

"YYYYYYAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"SHAY!!!! Get the HELL out of here!" Kaiba yelled at me.

Don't worry, Kaiba, I 'm already way gone.

In that short second, I had seen more of Seto Kaiba that I had ever cared to see.

Why did no one ever tell me he doesn't wear anything when he sleeps?

Don't ask me how I found this out. It wasn't pleasant.

Ten seconds later, Kaiba appeared at the bottom of the stairs. I heard him, but I didn't turn around.

"Did it ever occur to you that I might be SLEEPING at two in the morning???!!!" he yelled.

"You sleep?" I asked, suprised. I honestly was- I had seen him as much during the night as during the day, sometimes even more. Naturally I assumed he wasn't human enough to need sleep.

That shock was nothing, however, compared to the next one.

He hit me. He actually punched me.

I reeled away, then headed for the ceiling.

"Stay out of my room," he ordered. "Got it?"

I nodded.

He glared at me for a second longer, then turned and headed back upstairs.

God, talk about your life-threatening experiences.

I stayed precisely where I was until morning came. As soon as I heard movement upstairs, I made a beeline for the basement.

Next time I'll be happy with staring at the ceiling.

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Flame: Ah, yes, the mandatory very-big-oops chapter. Bigger oops than the kitchen. If it were me, I would've stayed. . . .

AngelStarFire: lol *drools* Nekkid Kaiba.....

Flame: I agree.