A/N: I don't own Yugioh! And I don't own any ideas from 'Fresh Prince' either, as you'll all soon
see. MWAHAHAHA!!!
Yami: I hate it when she's gets like this. I always get tortured...
YK: ^_^ Enjoy!
~*~
"Yami!" Yugi's scream echoed throughout the game shop, snapping the game king out of his
light snooze.
"What is it, aibou?" a groggily voice asked, as its owner sank back into the mountain of pillows.
"There's a letter from Seto!"
Yami jerked up. "Let me see!"
Yugi laughed light-heartedly and couldn't resist a bit of teasing.
"Oooo...is it a love letter?"
"No!" Yami blushed as he ripped open the enevelope. It's contents were:
'Dear Yugi and Yami Mouto,
You are all invited to a banquet I'm holding tonight at the Kaiba Estate.
You're little friends may come too. Be here at 7 and dress formally.
Seto Kaiba'
"Yay! A party!" Yugi cheered as he grabbed the phone to spread news of the invitation to his friends.
Yami remained impassive, his featured contorted in thought.
'Great' the former pharaoh thought. 'Seto probably wants to set his plan into action. Guess I'd better prepare
for the ultimate humiliation.'
***
At 7 sharp, the doorbell chimed at the Kaiba mansion. The double doors opened to reveal
five formally dressed teens standing by the pourch.
Seto raised an eyebrow at the group in front of him, carefully harnessing a laugher that was
to seep out any minute.
Tea was wearing a cocktail dress and a rose brooch. Tristan sided with a black tux complete with a
tail that reached his ankles; Seto silently commented that he made a pretty good imitation of Pegasus'
guards. Yugi fitted into an idigo vest, a blue tie, and leather pants with a hint of bellbottoms.
Joey...well, Seto wasn't sure where Joey got his outfitt, but it seemed as if he just threw it
together in the last minute. A golf shirt with a crooked polkadot tie and blue jeans sure made
the word formal sound good. Last but not least, Seto turned to Yami and almost burst out in amusement. He had expected Yami to come as a male.
But it seems his thoery was proven wrong. Seto merely smirked as the multicolor haired girl flushed with embarrassment.
Unlike everyone else, Yami wasn't wearing her favorite color blue or any leather material. Instead,
she wore a rosy pink skirt cut slanted and a silk, white, sleeve-less blouse and a pink jacket that
she hang back as a cape. But Seto had to admit, she looked pretty good.
"Aibou made me wear it," Yami mumbled when she noticed Seto staring.
Seto swallowed the urge to fall down and laugh his head off and lightly coughed.
"Welcome to my home," he said, leading them to the dining room. "I'm glad you could all make it."
'Especially with the show I'm, or rather, Yami, is going to put on for you,' he silently added.
"Have a seat. Dinner will be served in a minute." Seto gestured at the chairs, then discreetly
motioned for Yami to follow him.
Yami groaned inwardly, but reluctantly complied.
Once they were alone, Seto glanced at Yami and smirked.
"Did you memorize the tasks I asked you to do during dinner?"
Yami growled at the tone of voice used. She definitely wasn't his slave.
"Yes, but just wait, Seto. I'll get you back for this."
Seto sniggered and brushed by Yami, heading for the dining room.
The former pharaoh bit back the anger to smack the CEO across the face as she tried to calm herself.
Just when she thought that her spirit was tamed, a voice intruded.
"Hey Yami!"
It was Joey.
"What do you want?" Yami shot the blonde a soul-piercing glare. She was on low-tolerance and
levity will just not do.
"Er..." Joey retreated a bit and held out a slip of paper. "Here. This is from Yugi."
Yami glanced it over, waddled it into a ball, and threw it at Joey.
"I refuse to do such--such---insolent actions!" she snapped as she felt her third eye glow.
"Whoa! Easy there, Yami." Joey held up his hands and back away.
When Yami's anger decreased and her third eye vanished, Joey decided to risk it.
"I don't know what's writin' on there, but Yug said he'll show everyone the tape of you and Seto kissing if
you don't do what it says."
The blonde dualist quickly continued as Yami shot him her 'Say-that-again-and-I'll-killing-you-slowly-and-painfully' look.
"Besides, it can't be that bad!"
Yami growled and reminded herside to kill her counterpart right after she was done with Joey.
Joey gulped then dashed off to the dining room in a panic.
Sighing, Yami retrieved the crumpled up paper from the floor and began memorizing i!t. She would really like
to keep her and Seto's 'relationship' personal.
***
"Man! Look at all the food!" Tristan exclaimed, surveying the French crusine with a hungry eye.
"I'll say!" Joey practically drooled as he leaned over the plates to allow a sniff. "Mmmm...dibs on the beef!"
"Dibs on the chicken!" Tristan towered over the chicken and inhaled palpably.
"Dibs on the meatballs!"
"Dibs on the craneberry!"
"Dibs on that white, creamy stuff!"
"Dibs on the---"
Their conversation was cut short by Tea, who pulled them back by their collars whilst wrinkling her nose in disgust.
"You guys! Don't stuck your nose in everything! The rest of us want to eat too, y'know!"
"Ok, dinner shall begin now." Seto announced as he sitted himself at the head of the table.
Tea and Yugi was seated on one side of the oak table, while Yami, Joey, and Tristan sat on the other side, in listed order.
***
"This is really good," Yugi commented, forking at his chicken and an unknown red sauce. "How's yours, Tea?"
"Four stars!" the girl agreed, popping another piece into her mouth.
Yami herself wasn't eating very much, since a) she doesn't eat, and b) she was probably disgusted
at the way Joey and Tristan were devouring their meals. One thing's for sure: those pair of mocho man don't
even chew their food.
"Don't you even chew?" Yami voiced her thought and eyed the two boys grimly.
"Nah. Tat or yur stomak ta do (that's for your stomach to do)" Joey answered, unfortunately with
his mouth full and shooting bits of food straight for Yami's face, much to her displeasure.
"Er...sorry, Yami," Joey flushed as Yami glared at his severly whilst trying to whip off
ham and craneberry juice from her cheeks.
Seto suddenly tapped his glass with a spoon and Yami knew what was coming.
Everyone abruptly stopped eating when Yami smacked Joey upside the head.
"Ow! Geez, Yami, why'd you go and do that?" Joey rubbed his head sorefully and glared at Yami.
"I said I was sorry for getting food on you face!"
Seto coughed, and Yami mumbled something.
"What was that, Yami?" Joey asked, forgetting the previous attack.
"Nothing," Yami muttered and started at her plate, suddenly interested in a slice of tomato.
"Yami, why don't you repeat that to Joey a little LOUDER?" Seto more likely ordered, stressing the word 'louder'.
"I said, 'Seto Kaiba is the best dualist in the world and he can beat me anytime'," Yami said monotonously,
continuing to stare at her plate.
All the guests, except for Seto, at the table gaped, disbelieving the...unexpected statement.
"What do you mean, Yami?" Joey asked. "You mop the floor with Seto every time."
Yami remained quiet, taming her anger.
But Yugi seemed to know where this is going, and he deliberatly called his dark's name.
"Yami."
Yami groaned, then said loudly, "I love Seto Kaiba!"
Again, everyone at the table was horrified, except for Yugi, whom was stiffling a laugh.
"Man, are you ok, Yami?" Tristan asked, feeling Yami's forehead. "Hmm...you don't have a fever..."
"I feel fine!" Yami pulled away from Tristan's reach and crossed her arms.
Seto ran a hand through his hair, careful to get Yami's attention.
THe game master sighed and ruffled Joey's hair.
"Good boy. Heel."
"W-what?" Joey sputtered. "I'm no dog! And watch the hair!"
Yugi rubbed his Millennium Puzzle and Yami went up to Seto and kissed him on the mouth.
Everyone except for Yami laughed as Seto's face turned beet red.
Seto glared and tapped his glass with a spoon.
Yami slapped Joey upside the head.
Joey glared,"Hey!"
Yugi called his aibou's name.
"I love Seto Kaiba!"
Seto coughed.
"Seto Kaiba is the best dualist in the world and he can beat me anytime."
Yugi rubbed his Millennium Puzzle.
Yami went up to Seto and kissed him.
Seto ran a hand through his hair.
Yami ruffled Joey's carefully combed and gelled hair. "Good boy. Heel."
Seto tapped his glass with a spoon.
Yami, confused with the procedure, bursted out the first instruction she remembered.
"Seto Kaiba is the best dualist in the world and he can beat me anytime."
Seto tapped his glass with a spoon again, this time glaring at Yami.
Yami, who's overwhelmed with orders, stood up in a panic and kissed Seto, mistaking it with Yugi's instructions.
Yugi called his counterpart's name, and Yami, in an impetuous act, ruffled Joey's hair.
Finally, Yami couldn't take it anymore. Sounds of tapping against glass, his name being called, deliberate coughing, all echoed
in his skull and threatened to burst.
"Stop it!!!"
The crimson-eyed girl slammed her fist on the table and glared at her audience.
"I can't take this anymore! I'm not some sort of slave, and I am SICK and TIRED of getting blackmailed every two seconds!"
In a huff, Yami staked out the door, kicking her fallen chair on her way out.
Silence reigned for a while until Seto spoke, staring after the double doors.
"That...didn't go very well."
~*~
YK: I must give credit to the T.V. show 'Fresh Prince' for the dinner idea
Yami: Poor me...
YK: Don't worry. At least I didn't make you say "Woof!" and act like a doggy
Yami: ...Gee, lucky me
YK: Now, what do you say to our dear, dear readers?
Yami: Flame YK and make her stop torturing me!!!
YK: No! That's not it! (confiscates Yami's chocolate bars)
Yami: My chocolate bars!
YK: Now, what do you say?
Yami: Please R&R for YK (adds in a whisper) But still flame her!
YK: I heard that! Now say goodbye to Mr. Cholocate!
Yami: Nnnooooo!!!
see. MWAHAHAHA!!!
Yami: I hate it when she's gets like this. I always get tortured...
YK: ^_^ Enjoy!
~*~
"Yami!" Yugi's scream echoed throughout the game shop, snapping the game king out of his
light snooze.
"What is it, aibou?" a groggily voice asked, as its owner sank back into the mountain of pillows.
"There's a letter from Seto!"
Yami jerked up. "Let me see!"
Yugi laughed light-heartedly and couldn't resist a bit of teasing.
"Oooo...is it a love letter?"
"No!" Yami blushed as he ripped open the enevelope. It's contents were:
'Dear Yugi and Yami Mouto,
You are all invited to a banquet I'm holding tonight at the Kaiba Estate.
You're little friends may come too. Be here at 7 and dress formally.
Seto Kaiba'
"Yay! A party!" Yugi cheered as he grabbed the phone to spread news of the invitation to his friends.
Yami remained impassive, his featured contorted in thought.
'Great' the former pharaoh thought. 'Seto probably wants to set his plan into action. Guess I'd better prepare
for the ultimate humiliation.'
***
At 7 sharp, the doorbell chimed at the Kaiba mansion. The double doors opened to reveal
five formally dressed teens standing by the pourch.
Seto raised an eyebrow at the group in front of him, carefully harnessing a laugher that was
to seep out any minute.
Tea was wearing a cocktail dress and a rose brooch. Tristan sided with a black tux complete with a
tail that reached his ankles; Seto silently commented that he made a pretty good imitation of Pegasus'
guards. Yugi fitted into an idigo vest, a blue tie, and leather pants with a hint of bellbottoms.
Joey...well, Seto wasn't sure where Joey got his outfitt, but it seemed as if he just threw it
together in the last minute. A golf shirt with a crooked polkadot tie and blue jeans sure made
the word formal sound good. Last but not least, Seto turned to Yami and almost burst out in amusement. He had expected Yami to come as a male.
But it seems his thoery was proven wrong. Seto merely smirked as the multicolor haired girl flushed with embarrassment.
Unlike everyone else, Yami wasn't wearing her favorite color blue or any leather material. Instead,
she wore a rosy pink skirt cut slanted and a silk, white, sleeve-less blouse and a pink jacket that
she hang back as a cape. But Seto had to admit, she looked pretty good.
"Aibou made me wear it," Yami mumbled when she noticed Seto staring.
Seto swallowed the urge to fall down and laugh his head off and lightly coughed.
"Welcome to my home," he said, leading them to the dining room. "I'm glad you could all make it."
'Especially with the show I'm, or rather, Yami, is going to put on for you,' he silently added.
"Have a seat. Dinner will be served in a minute." Seto gestured at the chairs, then discreetly
motioned for Yami to follow him.
Yami groaned inwardly, but reluctantly complied.
Once they were alone, Seto glanced at Yami and smirked.
"Did you memorize the tasks I asked you to do during dinner?"
Yami growled at the tone of voice used. She definitely wasn't his slave.
"Yes, but just wait, Seto. I'll get you back for this."
Seto sniggered and brushed by Yami, heading for the dining room.
The former pharaoh bit back the anger to smack the CEO across the face as she tried to calm herself.
Just when she thought that her spirit was tamed, a voice intruded.
"Hey Yami!"
It was Joey.
"What do you want?" Yami shot the blonde a soul-piercing glare. She was on low-tolerance and
levity will just not do.
"Er..." Joey retreated a bit and held out a slip of paper. "Here. This is from Yugi."
Yami glanced it over, waddled it into a ball, and threw it at Joey.
"I refuse to do such--such---insolent actions!" she snapped as she felt her third eye glow.
"Whoa! Easy there, Yami." Joey held up his hands and back away.
When Yami's anger decreased and her third eye vanished, Joey decided to risk it.
"I don't know what's writin' on there, but Yug said he'll show everyone the tape of you and Seto kissing if
you don't do what it says."
The blonde dualist quickly continued as Yami shot him her 'Say-that-again-and-I'll-killing-you-slowly-and-painfully' look.
"Besides, it can't be that bad!"
Yami growled and reminded herside to kill her counterpart right after she was done with Joey.
Joey gulped then dashed off to the dining room in a panic.
Sighing, Yami retrieved the crumpled up paper from the floor and began memorizing i!t. She would really like
to keep her and Seto's 'relationship' personal.
***
"Man! Look at all the food!" Tristan exclaimed, surveying the French crusine with a hungry eye.
"I'll say!" Joey practically drooled as he leaned over the plates to allow a sniff. "Mmmm...dibs on the beef!"
"Dibs on the chicken!" Tristan towered over the chicken and inhaled palpably.
"Dibs on the meatballs!"
"Dibs on the craneberry!"
"Dibs on that white, creamy stuff!"
"Dibs on the---"
Their conversation was cut short by Tea, who pulled them back by their collars whilst wrinkling her nose in disgust.
"You guys! Don't stuck your nose in everything! The rest of us want to eat too, y'know!"
"Ok, dinner shall begin now." Seto announced as he sitted himself at the head of the table.
Tea and Yugi was seated on one side of the oak table, while Yami, Joey, and Tristan sat on the other side, in listed order.
***
"This is really good," Yugi commented, forking at his chicken and an unknown red sauce. "How's yours, Tea?"
"Four stars!" the girl agreed, popping another piece into her mouth.
Yami herself wasn't eating very much, since a) she doesn't eat, and b) she was probably disgusted
at the way Joey and Tristan were devouring their meals. One thing's for sure: those pair of mocho man don't
even chew their food.
"Don't you even chew?" Yami voiced her thought and eyed the two boys grimly.
"Nah. Tat or yur stomak ta do (that's for your stomach to do)" Joey answered, unfortunately with
his mouth full and shooting bits of food straight for Yami's face, much to her displeasure.
"Er...sorry, Yami," Joey flushed as Yami glared at his severly whilst trying to whip off
ham and craneberry juice from her cheeks.
Seto suddenly tapped his glass with a spoon and Yami knew what was coming.
Everyone abruptly stopped eating when Yami smacked Joey upside the head.
"Ow! Geez, Yami, why'd you go and do that?" Joey rubbed his head sorefully and glared at Yami.
"I said I was sorry for getting food on you face!"
Seto coughed, and Yami mumbled something.
"What was that, Yami?" Joey asked, forgetting the previous attack.
"Nothing," Yami muttered and started at her plate, suddenly interested in a slice of tomato.
"Yami, why don't you repeat that to Joey a little LOUDER?" Seto more likely ordered, stressing the word 'louder'.
"I said, 'Seto Kaiba is the best dualist in the world and he can beat me anytime'," Yami said monotonously,
continuing to stare at her plate.
All the guests, except for Seto, at the table gaped, disbelieving the...unexpected statement.
"What do you mean, Yami?" Joey asked. "You mop the floor with Seto every time."
Yami remained quiet, taming her anger.
But Yugi seemed to know where this is going, and he deliberatly called his dark's name.
"Yami."
Yami groaned, then said loudly, "I love Seto Kaiba!"
Again, everyone at the table was horrified, except for Yugi, whom was stiffling a laugh.
"Man, are you ok, Yami?" Tristan asked, feeling Yami's forehead. "Hmm...you don't have a fever..."
"I feel fine!" Yami pulled away from Tristan's reach and crossed her arms.
Seto ran a hand through his hair, careful to get Yami's attention.
THe game master sighed and ruffled Joey's hair.
"Good boy. Heel."
"W-what?" Joey sputtered. "I'm no dog! And watch the hair!"
Yugi rubbed his Millennium Puzzle and Yami went up to Seto and kissed him on the mouth.
Everyone except for Yami laughed as Seto's face turned beet red.
Seto glared and tapped his glass with a spoon.
Yami slapped Joey upside the head.
Joey glared,"Hey!"
Yugi called his aibou's name.
"I love Seto Kaiba!"
Seto coughed.
"Seto Kaiba is the best dualist in the world and he can beat me anytime."
Yugi rubbed his Millennium Puzzle.
Yami went up to Seto and kissed him.
Seto ran a hand through his hair.
Yami ruffled Joey's carefully combed and gelled hair. "Good boy. Heel."
Seto tapped his glass with a spoon.
Yami, confused with the procedure, bursted out the first instruction she remembered.
"Seto Kaiba is the best dualist in the world and he can beat me anytime."
Seto tapped his glass with a spoon again, this time glaring at Yami.
Yami, who's overwhelmed with orders, stood up in a panic and kissed Seto, mistaking it with Yugi's instructions.
Yugi called his counterpart's name, and Yami, in an impetuous act, ruffled Joey's hair.
Finally, Yami couldn't take it anymore. Sounds of tapping against glass, his name being called, deliberate coughing, all echoed
in his skull and threatened to burst.
"Stop it!!!"
The crimson-eyed girl slammed her fist on the table and glared at her audience.
"I can't take this anymore! I'm not some sort of slave, and I am SICK and TIRED of getting blackmailed every two seconds!"
In a huff, Yami staked out the door, kicking her fallen chair on her way out.
Silence reigned for a while until Seto spoke, staring after the double doors.
"That...didn't go very well."
~*~
YK: I must give credit to the T.V. show 'Fresh Prince' for the dinner idea
Yami: Poor me...
YK: Don't worry. At least I didn't make you say "Woof!" and act like a doggy
Yami: ...Gee, lucky me
YK: Now, what do you say to our dear, dear readers?
Yami: Flame YK and make her stop torturing me!!!
YK: No! That's not it! (confiscates Yami's chocolate bars)
Yami: My chocolate bars!
YK: Now, what do you say?
Yami: Please R&R for YK (adds in a whisper) But still flame her!
YK: I heard that! Now say goodbye to Mr. Cholocate!
Yami: Nnnooooo!!!
