Chapter 4...Untitled
Nakoruru: Sorry this took so damned long...I've just dug myself out of the pile of homework I was buried under and got on Naka's case about writing this.
Nakasaki: Yes, it seems Elmo knows where we live...whatever that means. Anyway, I wrote this chapter so it may have a slightly different tone than the others.
Nakoruru: One more thing...We need some feedback on couples here. I don't know how I'll manage any hardcore yaoi in something so ridiculous, but if that is wanted, then sure.
Nakasaki: We should probably revise the warnings then, I think that last chapter really pushed the PG 13 rating.
Nakoruru: Oh, I've yet to push the rating *smiles* this may end up an R before its over, if the language gets any fouler or certain, uh, activities occur...
Nakasaki: Tee hee. On with the fic!
Nakoruru: This is going straight to hell...
(Bakura's POV)
I've only been to this house a few times in the past, so I am yet still amazed at the sheer size of it. Granted, I have raided tombs that were easily five times the size of this house but I think it has been so long since I've seen anything beyond the general vicinity of Ryou's house that I may have forgotten the feeling of total open space. And we are just walking in a hallway, at that. Ishtal is gawking like an idiot, but I suppose that isn't noteworthy...what the hell is he staring at? Oh, I failed to notice that huge glass Blue Eyes White Dragon statue DIRECTLY in front of me. Impressive. Kaiba seems to be a bit over obsessive though regarding his dragons. I swear he sleeps with one or something and I aim to prove this while I'm here. I've brought along one of those little paper picture takers in my back pocket in case I can't get the humiliating object itself. This is going to be unbearably funny.
Damn this headache. The stupid thing won't go away. Ra only knows how many painkillers I took before leaving the house, which might account for why everything in this room is the wrong color. And all those little things are running around the room. Ishtal, you bastard-I'd kill you if I could remember what exactly we did last night. Or what the hell is wrong with the inside of my head. Hm, there's the little bitch, Anzu coming straight for us. Someday I will put a fist through her forhead, thus ending the friendship speeches. The whole planet shall worship me for my good deed.
"Hey, you guys. Glad you could make it." She said, smiling in the most annoying way possible.
"Hello, Anzu." Ryou replied. "Are we the last ones here?"
Honda spoke for her, as if we needed him to. "Yep, that's everyone. Wait, where's Malik? I thought he liked Mokuba."
Ryou smiled sadly. "Sorry, but he isn't at all well, so he stayed home. Isis is looking after him."
{Which proves that the Hikari is even more insane than the Yami.} Ishtal transmitted to me. Yes, we can speak telepathically, you fools. I think I screwed him to much or somthing and it just happened one day.
Speaking on Isis, Malik must be dying or close to it if he's letting her dote over him. The woman is such a freak. That, and you have to almost pry him with a tree off of Ryou. Did, I mention their situation? They are what the mortals call 'dating.' No, I don't get it either.
{You owe me ten bucks, and I want it sometime in the next week you asshole so I can get the stuff we need to explode the pigeons behind the mall.}
Oh, right the pigeons. The highlight of my week shall be killing them all. //I'd nearly forgotten.//
{I bet. What in Ra's name is wrong with you?}
//Meaning...?//
{You're acting like...I dunno...not you.}
//How the fuck could I not be?! I swear you get crazier with every passing moment!//
{Heh, that's better, but still. Pray that whatever sacked Malik didn't jump off of me onto you. I'm not babysitting anyone else this week.}
Babysitting, pssht. //That's a big word for you. Stop, or you may actually cause that muscle in your skull to spasm enough to form something we higher beings call a 'thought.'//
{You know I'm kicking your ass later for that one...}
//Not happening.//
{Oh, no? Then I'll just have to get you now!}
(Normal POV)
Ryou had been conversing with Honda and Aznu as he helped the millions of little ones find thier places behind various pieces of furniture when he heard that last comment. I belive I haven't explained this well enough-Bakura and Ishtal share a telepathic link similar to that of Ryou and Bakura, though not quite on the same level. Because of this, sometimes the links cross through Bakura(Ryou isn't linked to Ishtal directly) and he is therefore, a third party listener to some of thier internal dialogue. This was such an occasion. So Ryou calmly reached over to where Ishtal was standing and gave his spiky blonde hair a firm yank.
/Could this possibly wait until afterwards?/ He asked sarcastically. /I will seriously mind if I have to explain to Kaiba why 3/4 of a mile every direction from his house is destroyed, including the house itself./
//If that idiot thinks he can beat me, let him try! Hell, it wont be your fault if him or anything else gets mauled.//
/Yes, it sort of is. I'm responsible for you to a certain extent and I promised Isis that Ishtal woudn't die or kill anything significant while we were out./
Since the bonds were still crossed, Istal picked up on the last comment.{Hm, lets see then, I can kill Joey, Tristan, Mai...}
Ryou sighed, his patience wearing thin. /Why don't you two go outside in the back then. That way, you won't mess anything up./
//I knew you wouldn't last with making me stay here.// Bakura smacked Ishtal in the back of the head and made a run for the kitchen, which led to the backyard. //Let's go, dumbass.//
{Right behind you, bitch.} He followed his boyfriend out, pausing to grab a handful of candy off of the mini coffee table to his right.
Ryou smiled in relief, suddenly the happiest he had been all day. He turned back to Anzu and Honda. "Sorry for the interruption, what were you saying again?"
Anzu chuckled. "What in the world was that about?" Sha asked,pointing towards the swinging kitchen door where the two yamis had just made thier exodus.
Ryou shook his head."Oh, the usual things with them. I'm just glad they have each other to run around with."
(Fic Break)
Nakasaki: This is sooooooooo dull.
Nakoruru:That's your problem, or am I taking over now?
Nakasaki: No, I can finish this chapter without hitting my head on the keyboard.
Nakoruru: Sure thing.*rips open pixie sticks*
(End of fic break)
While the previous occured, Yugi was busy dragging Yami to a spare bedroom as ignoring his complaints (Nakoruru: This is just me, but if he's anything like Naka then he seriously bitches about doing anything against his will, add to it the fact that he was a pharaoh in his past life, and you have a neverending supply of mental taxation.) which is pretty much what he always did, since Yami complained about most things, but he really couldn't see it right now since Yami felt the way he did, and Yugi thought he would be happy with an excuse not to participate in the festivities. He was thinking Yami posessed God's gift of common sense. He was dead wrong. So here he was, literally dragging his darker half by his shirt and struggling to remain calm and as composed as someone could be if they were pulling a larger version of themselves down a long hallway by the clothes as the latter whined like a spoiled toddler.
"Aibou, I don't want to go to bed. Can't I stay with you?"
"I promised I'd stay until you fell asleep, but I also promised Seto that I would help him handle Mokuba's friends because he needs all of his sanity on Monday for a board meeting."
"I want to stay in the puzzle."
"You can't get in for some reason right now. Here we are." Yugi pushed open a door to one of the mansion's many guest rooms. The room was pretty much what you, as the reader can envision, so I won't go into elaborate detail. As soon as Yami looked inside and discovered his hikari was serious, he pulled out his secret weapon.
"Pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaase Yugi?" He pleaded using the patented 'puppy dog eyes' expression.
"Okay, now that's just scary..." Yugi said, half amused as he closed the door behing them.
Yami, deciding this wasn't working, decided to try the mose sickening thing he'd ever seen. Basically, he threw himself on the floor, wrapped his arms around Yugi's legs and begged. Using a line that made even Bakura do a 180.
"I wuv you, Yugi." He said, looking up at him. Yugi shut his eyes, trying not to laugh or give in. This was particularly sickening since Ishtal was known to do this constantly. Yami figured he was light years cuter than Ishtal (and he is) so it should have that much more effect. "I wuuuuuuuuuvvvvv you." He whimpered for extra effect.
Yugi smiled. "That's not fair. And it's not even working so collect the remains of your pride and get in bed Yami." He helped his darker half off the floor and pulled off his sweatshirt, kissing him lightly on the cheek. /Don't worry, I love you too./
Seto took a deep breath as he pulled up in front of his house. "There's going to be hell to pay if they're not done." He thought. "But then, Yugi didn't call me to stall so I guess they are." He looked over at his brother, half dozing in the seat. "Come on, Mokuba. We're home." He said, shaking him.
Mokuba was instantly awake. (Nakoruru: small children seem to have that ability) He wanted to play his new video game his brother had bought him immediately. "YAY! WE'RE BACK!" He yelled, making Seto wonder whether or not bullet proof glass was mesnt to take such abuse. Mokuba jumped out of the car, leaving his stuffed green hippo (Beanie) souvenir in the seat.Seto stared at it, deciding on leaving it there in hopes of Mokuba forgetting about it so he could ditch it later. He handed his keys to his butler to park the car, and followed his brother to the front door, silently praying Yugi and co. were finished and the interior of the mansion was intact.
"C'mon, birdie..." Ishtal coaxed, crouching, inching backwards. "Got some food for you...that's it, c'mon over here..." 'Here' referred to where Bakura was sitting, waiting patiently. The former had managed to obtain his $10 and sprinted to the nearest drug store, where he picked up a box of minute rice and some alka-seltzer. He was now dropping grains of rice along the groung and watching gleefully as some unsuspecting sparrows hopped after him, eating it.
Bakura stifled a yawn and rested his head on his arms at the picnic table, which he had claimed while Ishtal tested his theory. Supposedly, birds' stomachs explode when they are fed a combination of alka-seltzer and minute rice. Originally they had agreed to test this upon pigeons but neither one of them felt like stealing a car or something to get there. So, they settled upon the sparrows living in the woods behind Kaiba's house. They were sure he wouldn't mind.
Soon, Ishtal had a small group of the stupid birds happily chomping away. He stepped back from his mixture, and seated himself next to his boyfriend, smirking. Bakura wrung his hands in anticipation...
...and the entire little group of sparrows dropped to the ground without a sound.
The two yamis stared for a moment, before Ishtal broke the deafening silence.
"THAT'S IT!?!?!?!? He yelled, chucking the box of rice nearly fifty feet across the trees. "DAMNIT!! THEY JUST...DIE!?!?!? WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST SPEND MY MONEY FOR?!?!?" He jumped up, throwing a mini-tantrum, punching random trees and screaming at the heavens.
Bakura rose, laughing his ass off, and swayed, gripping the edge of the table to support his weight, as his legs seemed incapable of doing so. He was sure it wasn't windy enough for the trees to be moving around like that; they seemed to be twisting and blurring around of their own accord. His pre-existing headache amplified ten-fold when the blood rushed from his face, leaving him in a horrible state of vertigo. He felt as if his insides had been reduced to ice, and his throat and lungs screamed with every painful, rasping breath he took.
"W-what...the...?" Bakura stammered, gasping,clutching his chest. //Ish...g...get the fuck over here...// He could feel himself falling...
Ishtal stopped murdering the tree in front of him, and spun around, angrily. "Don't bother me unless you wa-wha?! Bakura!?" He turned just in time to see his koi fall forward onto the cool grass. "Oh, Ra..." He knelt beside him, lifting his smaller body slightly and turning him over. A light flush adorned his normally pale cheeks, and his breathing was shallow and strained. His skin fairly burned to the touch. Ishtal panicked for a moment, before realizing that he couln't do anything for Bakura while they were both outside in forty degree weather. He looked down at the latter's green shirt and jeans. {Leave it to you to not wear a jacket.} He thought. {Ryou will freak when he sees him.} He stood, lifting the smaller boy in his arms, pulling him closer to his chest. He began to jog back towards the Kaiba mansion. {I guess I get you inside...I knew there was something wrong with you this morning...why didn't you tell me?}
Seto delighted in the look on his brother's face when just about everyone they knew jumped out at him in the living room. He also was stunned by the decorating job they had done, and the fact that nothing seemed even out of place. He sighed, watching his brother blush as he recieved his birthday kiss from Mai and Anzu. Yugi, I seriously owe you for this one. Big time, He thought as he watched Mokuba open the presents from his classmates first. He scanned the faces in the living room. Come to think of it, where is he? I know he wouldn't miss this...
Anzu must've seen his confused expression, because she sidled up to him, and whispered quietly: "Yugi's upstairs with Yami...uh, he got sick from Joey's punch or something like that so Yugi's trying to take care of him.
Ah, so that explains it,sort of. Wait a minute... "What do you mean 'he got sick'? He doesn't tecnically have a body. And he doesn't eat so-"
Anzu shrugged. "I doubt it was from the punch. But some kind of bug is going around. You should probably go check on them-I'm sure Yami would be happy to see you. She added with a grin and trotted off.
Seto scowled. It was unnerving that both his brother and the little twit knew about him and Yami-Yugi, when he was certain he was putting up a good act of hating him. Oh, to hell with it. He had to go upstairs anyway to get his present to Mokuba so it seemed like a good enough excuse for him to slip away for a few minutes...
Nakasaki:Whew. That was tiring.
Nakoruru: Yeah, and you're not even done. I guess I'll pick up next chapter though.
Nakasaki: Oooooooh! Can I write a lemon chapter?! Pleeeeaaaaaaaase?
Nakoruru: In this story?!
Nakasaki: *to the readers* Anybody opposed to it? If not...
Nakoruru: C'mon people, need feedback here. Expect Ch.5 in a few days. Ja!
Nakoruru: Sorry this took so damned long...I've just dug myself out of the pile of homework I was buried under and got on Naka's case about writing this.
Nakasaki: Yes, it seems Elmo knows where we live...whatever that means. Anyway, I wrote this chapter so it may have a slightly different tone than the others.
Nakoruru: One more thing...We need some feedback on couples here. I don't know how I'll manage any hardcore yaoi in something so ridiculous, but if that is wanted, then sure.
Nakasaki: We should probably revise the warnings then, I think that last chapter really pushed the PG 13 rating.
Nakoruru: Oh, I've yet to push the rating *smiles* this may end up an R before its over, if the language gets any fouler or certain, uh, activities occur...
Nakasaki: Tee hee. On with the fic!
Nakoruru: This is going straight to hell...
(Bakura's POV)
I've only been to this house a few times in the past, so I am yet still amazed at the sheer size of it. Granted, I have raided tombs that were easily five times the size of this house but I think it has been so long since I've seen anything beyond the general vicinity of Ryou's house that I may have forgotten the feeling of total open space. And we are just walking in a hallway, at that. Ishtal is gawking like an idiot, but I suppose that isn't noteworthy...what the hell is he staring at? Oh, I failed to notice that huge glass Blue Eyes White Dragon statue DIRECTLY in front of me. Impressive. Kaiba seems to be a bit over obsessive though regarding his dragons. I swear he sleeps with one or something and I aim to prove this while I'm here. I've brought along one of those little paper picture takers in my back pocket in case I can't get the humiliating object itself. This is going to be unbearably funny.
Damn this headache. The stupid thing won't go away. Ra only knows how many painkillers I took before leaving the house, which might account for why everything in this room is the wrong color. And all those little things are running around the room. Ishtal, you bastard-I'd kill you if I could remember what exactly we did last night. Or what the hell is wrong with the inside of my head. Hm, there's the little bitch, Anzu coming straight for us. Someday I will put a fist through her forhead, thus ending the friendship speeches. The whole planet shall worship me for my good deed.
"Hey, you guys. Glad you could make it." She said, smiling in the most annoying way possible.
"Hello, Anzu." Ryou replied. "Are we the last ones here?"
Honda spoke for her, as if we needed him to. "Yep, that's everyone. Wait, where's Malik? I thought he liked Mokuba."
Ryou smiled sadly. "Sorry, but he isn't at all well, so he stayed home. Isis is looking after him."
{Which proves that the Hikari is even more insane than the Yami.} Ishtal transmitted to me. Yes, we can speak telepathically, you fools. I think I screwed him to much or somthing and it just happened one day.
Speaking on Isis, Malik must be dying or close to it if he's letting her dote over him. The woman is such a freak. That, and you have to almost pry him with a tree off of Ryou. Did, I mention their situation? They are what the mortals call 'dating.' No, I don't get it either.
{You owe me ten bucks, and I want it sometime in the next week you asshole so I can get the stuff we need to explode the pigeons behind the mall.}
Oh, right the pigeons. The highlight of my week shall be killing them all. //I'd nearly forgotten.//
{I bet. What in Ra's name is wrong with you?}
//Meaning...?//
{You're acting like...I dunno...not you.}
//How the fuck could I not be?! I swear you get crazier with every passing moment!//
{Heh, that's better, but still. Pray that whatever sacked Malik didn't jump off of me onto you. I'm not babysitting anyone else this week.}
Babysitting, pssht. //That's a big word for you. Stop, or you may actually cause that muscle in your skull to spasm enough to form something we higher beings call a 'thought.'//
{You know I'm kicking your ass later for that one...}
//Not happening.//
{Oh, no? Then I'll just have to get you now!}
(Normal POV)
Ryou had been conversing with Honda and Aznu as he helped the millions of little ones find thier places behind various pieces of furniture when he heard that last comment. I belive I haven't explained this well enough-Bakura and Ishtal share a telepathic link similar to that of Ryou and Bakura, though not quite on the same level. Because of this, sometimes the links cross through Bakura(Ryou isn't linked to Ishtal directly) and he is therefore, a third party listener to some of thier internal dialogue. This was such an occasion. So Ryou calmly reached over to where Ishtal was standing and gave his spiky blonde hair a firm yank.
/Could this possibly wait until afterwards?/ He asked sarcastically. /I will seriously mind if I have to explain to Kaiba why 3/4 of a mile every direction from his house is destroyed, including the house itself./
//If that idiot thinks he can beat me, let him try! Hell, it wont be your fault if him or anything else gets mauled.//
/Yes, it sort of is. I'm responsible for you to a certain extent and I promised Isis that Ishtal woudn't die or kill anything significant while we were out./
Since the bonds were still crossed, Istal picked up on the last comment.{Hm, lets see then, I can kill Joey, Tristan, Mai...}
Ryou sighed, his patience wearing thin. /Why don't you two go outside in the back then. That way, you won't mess anything up./
//I knew you wouldn't last with making me stay here.// Bakura smacked Ishtal in the back of the head and made a run for the kitchen, which led to the backyard. //Let's go, dumbass.//
{Right behind you, bitch.} He followed his boyfriend out, pausing to grab a handful of candy off of the mini coffee table to his right.
Ryou smiled in relief, suddenly the happiest he had been all day. He turned back to Anzu and Honda. "Sorry for the interruption, what were you saying again?"
Anzu chuckled. "What in the world was that about?" Sha asked,pointing towards the swinging kitchen door where the two yamis had just made thier exodus.
Ryou shook his head."Oh, the usual things with them. I'm just glad they have each other to run around with."
(Fic Break)
Nakasaki: This is sooooooooo dull.
Nakoruru:That's your problem, or am I taking over now?
Nakasaki: No, I can finish this chapter without hitting my head on the keyboard.
Nakoruru: Sure thing.*rips open pixie sticks*
(End of fic break)
While the previous occured, Yugi was busy dragging Yami to a spare bedroom as ignoring his complaints (Nakoruru: This is just me, but if he's anything like Naka then he seriously bitches about doing anything against his will, add to it the fact that he was a pharaoh in his past life, and you have a neverending supply of mental taxation.) which is pretty much what he always did, since Yami complained about most things, but he really couldn't see it right now since Yami felt the way he did, and Yugi thought he would be happy with an excuse not to participate in the festivities. He was thinking Yami posessed God's gift of common sense. He was dead wrong. So here he was, literally dragging his darker half by his shirt and struggling to remain calm and as composed as someone could be if they were pulling a larger version of themselves down a long hallway by the clothes as the latter whined like a spoiled toddler.
"Aibou, I don't want to go to bed. Can't I stay with you?"
"I promised I'd stay until you fell asleep, but I also promised Seto that I would help him handle Mokuba's friends because he needs all of his sanity on Monday for a board meeting."
"I want to stay in the puzzle."
"You can't get in for some reason right now. Here we are." Yugi pushed open a door to one of the mansion's many guest rooms. The room was pretty much what you, as the reader can envision, so I won't go into elaborate detail. As soon as Yami looked inside and discovered his hikari was serious, he pulled out his secret weapon.
"Pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaase Yugi?" He pleaded using the patented 'puppy dog eyes' expression.
"Okay, now that's just scary..." Yugi said, half amused as he closed the door behing them.
Yami, deciding this wasn't working, decided to try the mose sickening thing he'd ever seen. Basically, he threw himself on the floor, wrapped his arms around Yugi's legs and begged. Using a line that made even Bakura do a 180.
"I wuv you, Yugi." He said, looking up at him. Yugi shut his eyes, trying not to laugh or give in. This was particularly sickening since Ishtal was known to do this constantly. Yami figured he was light years cuter than Ishtal (and he is) so it should have that much more effect. "I wuuuuuuuuuvvvvv you." He whimpered for extra effect.
Yugi smiled. "That's not fair. And it's not even working so collect the remains of your pride and get in bed Yami." He helped his darker half off the floor and pulled off his sweatshirt, kissing him lightly on the cheek. /Don't worry, I love you too./
Seto took a deep breath as he pulled up in front of his house. "There's going to be hell to pay if they're not done." He thought. "But then, Yugi didn't call me to stall so I guess they are." He looked over at his brother, half dozing in the seat. "Come on, Mokuba. We're home." He said, shaking him.
Mokuba was instantly awake. (Nakoruru: small children seem to have that ability) He wanted to play his new video game his brother had bought him immediately. "YAY! WE'RE BACK!" He yelled, making Seto wonder whether or not bullet proof glass was mesnt to take such abuse. Mokuba jumped out of the car, leaving his stuffed green hippo (Beanie) souvenir in the seat.Seto stared at it, deciding on leaving it there in hopes of Mokuba forgetting about it so he could ditch it later. He handed his keys to his butler to park the car, and followed his brother to the front door, silently praying Yugi and co. were finished and the interior of the mansion was intact.
"C'mon, birdie..." Ishtal coaxed, crouching, inching backwards. "Got some food for you...that's it, c'mon over here..." 'Here' referred to where Bakura was sitting, waiting patiently. The former had managed to obtain his $10 and sprinted to the nearest drug store, where he picked up a box of minute rice and some alka-seltzer. He was now dropping grains of rice along the groung and watching gleefully as some unsuspecting sparrows hopped after him, eating it.
Bakura stifled a yawn and rested his head on his arms at the picnic table, which he had claimed while Ishtal tested his theory. Supposedly, birds' stomachs explode when they are fed a combination of alka-seltzer and minute rice. Originally they had agreed to test this upon pigeons but neither one of them felt like stealing a car or something to get there. So, they settled upon the sparrows living in the woods behind Kaiba's house. They were sure he wouldn't mind.
Soon, Ishtal had a small group of the stupid birds happily chomping away. He stepped back from his mixture, and seated himself next to his boyfriend, smirking. Bakura wrung his hands in anticipation...
...and the entire little group of sparrows dropped to the ground without a sound.
The two yamis stared for a moment, before Ishtal broke the deafening silence.
"THAT'S IT!?!?!?!? He yelled, chucking the box of rice nearly fifty feet across the trees. "DAMNIT!! THEY JUST...DIE!?!?!? WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST SPEND MY MONEY FOR?!?!?" He jumped up, throwing a mini-tantrum, punching random trees and screaming at the heavens.
Bakura rose, laughing his ass off, and swayed, gripping the edge of the table to support his weight, as his legs seemed incapable of doing so. He was sure it wasn't windy enough for the trees to be moving around like that; they seemed to be twisting and blurring around of their own accord. His pre-existing headache amplified ten-fold when the blood rushed from his face, leaving him in a horrible state of vertigo. He felt as if his insides had been reduced to ice, and his throat and lungs screamed with every painful, rasping breath he took.
"W-what...the...?" Bakura stammered, gasping,clutching his chest. //Ish...g...get the fuck over here...// He could feel himself falling...
Ishtal stopped murdering the tree in front of him, and spun around, angrily. "Don't bother me unless you wa-wha?! Bakura!?" He turned just in time to see his koi fall forward onto the cool grass. "Oh, Ra..." He knelt beside him, lifting his smaller body slightly and turning him over. A light flush adorned his normally pale cheeks, and his breathing was shallow and strained. His skin fairly burned to the touch. Ishtal panicked for a moment, before realizing that he couln't do anything for Bakura while they were both outside in forty degree weather. He looked down at the latter's green shirt and jeans. {Leave it to you to not wear a jacket.} He thought. {Ryou will freak when he sees him.} He stood, lifting the smaller boy in his arms, pulling him closer to his chest. He began to jog back towards the Kaiba mansion. {I guess I get you inside...I knew there was something wrong with you this morning...why didn't you tell me?}
Seto delighted in the look on his brother's face when just about everyone they knew jumped out at him in the living room. He also was stunned by the decorating job they had done, and the fact that nothing seemed even out of place. He sighed, watching his brother blush as he recieved his birthday kiss from Mai and Anzu. Yugi, I seriously owe you for this one. Big time, He thought as he watched Mokuba open the presents from his classmates first. He scanned the faces in the living room. Come to think of it, where is he? I know he wouldn't miss this...
Anzu must've seen his confused expression, because she sidled up to him, and whispered quietly: "Yugi's upstairs with Yami...uh, he got sick from Joey's punch or something like that so Yugi's trying to take care of him.
Ah, so that explains it,sort of. Wait a minute... "What do you mean 'he got sick'? He doesn't tecnically have a body. And he doesn't eat so-"
Anzu shrugged. "I doubt it was from the punch. But some kind of bug is going around. You should probably go check on them-I'm sure Yami would be happy to see you. She added with a grin and trotted off.
Seto scowled. It was unnerving that both his brother and the little twit knew about him and Yami-Yugi, when he was certain he was putting up a good act of hating him. Oh, to hell with it. He had to go upstairs anyway to get his present to Mokuba so it seemed like a good enough excuse for him to slip away for a few minutes...
Nakasaki:Whew. That was tiring.
Nakoruru: Yeah, and you're not even done. I guess I'll pick up next chapter though.
Nakasaki: Oooooooh! Can I write a lemon chapter?! Pleeeeaaaaaaaase?
Nakoruru: In this story?!
Nakasaki: *to the readers* Anybody opposed to it? If not...
Nakoruru: C'mon people, need feedback here. Expect Ch.5 in a few days. Ja!