I livvveee!!!!!!! Yes, I am alive (finally).

Where have I been, you ask. First, I had to go on a HORRIBLE "vacation" (more like a nightmare) to my relatives house where they're all 210 years old, and an annoying little girl followed me -everywhere-. Then I was grounded for the longest time..finally finished that, and while I had been grounded, all ideas left my insane husk of a body and went to all the other good authors. Yes, I had come down with the awful virus called, "writers' block." It took me 2 and ½ weeks to get rid of that. I obviously didn't take my medicine properly, because I am currently suffering from it again! (--;;; man, this sux.) So, if anyone is reading this, IDEAS APPRECIATED!!!!! (anyone know how to make it bold?) (Mr. Doom left too...don't know how I'm up though....)

But enough of my ranting.

I'd thank you all personally, but I want to get the show on the road, if you know what I mean. (and it's been so long that you probably wouldn't even know what I'm talking about, would you?)

*Joey walks out* How's Yami and Yugi?

Uhhhh...forgot about them...wonder where they are...*looks down* oh, here they are! I'm standing on them. Hehe...they're still unconscious..I wonder if they're dead....they've been there for several months now...

Joey: .....they must be...

Wanna say the disclaimer?

Joey: no.

Fine! I'll do it then, you worthless piece of-

Joey: hey now, cut that out.

Grrr..

Disclaimer: Judge: What do you plead? Me: alright, alright! I admit it! I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of the characters!!! Judge: 5 years Insane Asylum. Case dismissed. Me: NOOOOoooooo!!!!!!!!! I just got out!!!!

Joey: uhhhhh...*walks off* No, no. I've never seen that person in my life. I'm just a ...tourist. Yeah, that's it.

*blinks* way to be obvious.

Joey: Thanks to all for reviewing!

****~~~~~****~~~~~**** Coloring Outside the Lines ****~~~~~****~~~~~****

~~~~Kaiba's P.O.V.~~~~

I slowly woke up. Someone was shaking me. I started to wake up faster when I heard the whining.

"Biggg Brooootttthhhhheeerrrrr...how come Joey's here???" Mokuba asked. Joey was here? I thought for a minute more. Oh, yes, that's right. Last night. I confessed my love. Something that I had not planned on doing, but my emotions had obviously gotten the better of me last night. Great..what was he gonna think of me now? Oh well, that could wait for later.

In my drowsy mind I remembered how tired he had been after running around, how he had fallen asleep on my shoulder, how I had carried him in. The most memorable part when was when he willingly had cuddled up to my stomach when I carried him in. How I loved the way he felt in my arms...

I was ripped out of my dazed thoughts when Mokuba got up on the other side of the bed and shoved me out.

"Get up Big Brother!!!! Get up now!!!!!"

I snorted indignantly as I sat up sorely, rubbing my backside.

"I'm hungry!"

"Well why'd you wake me up?! Get the cook to do it! That's what he's there for!" I yelled back at him. Mokuba bounced beside me and hit me on the back of my head.

"Stupid! It's his day off! And I can't cook! I don't know how!" I bristled. How dare he call me stupid?! Me, his Big Brother, the one he worshiped and adored. 'You sure think highly of yourself,' a little voice in the back of my head said. I supposed it was right, too.

"come on! I'm REALLY hungry. It' s 10:00!" I sighed and got up. "By the way, why's Joey here? Thought you didn't like him."

"me too." I threw on some warm pajamas and walked out the door, followed by Mokuba.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I rolled my eyes and open the door to guestroom, where Joey was.

"Go do what you do best Moku-nator. Go wake him up roughly." I said as I shoved Mokuba in the room.

"What's THAT supposed to mean?!?" he playfully slapped at me for the name. "I'm not a Moku-nator, I'm MokuBA!"

"whatever, whatever, just go wake him up." Mokuba crossed his arms and shook his head stubbornly.

"Nuh-uh. I refuse." He stuck his nose up in the air and stomped out the door. "I am Mokuba. And as Mokuba, I say that YOU go and wake him up!" he slid down the banister, nose still in the air.

I sighed and walked over to Joey, who was licking his lips and mumbling.

"Hey, wake up." I shook him.

"But momma....the pony...it wants me to....ride it some more...pwease?....can...." he rolled over and snored loudly. I raised an eyebrow. Exactly how long was that dream? I chuckled and rolled him back over. His eyes opened groggily.

"Wassit', momma?" I laughed all the more.

"Didn't know that I looked like your mom so much." His eyes popped open, realizing that I was not his "momma."

"Kaiba? Oh, I'm sorry about that." He scratched his arm and blushed.

"Did you ride that pony often?" He started at me.

"How did you know I was dreaming about a pony?" I touched two fingers to my forehead.

"I've never told any one this, but... I'm psychic." He raised his eyebrows; I laughed. "No, not really. You talk a lot in your sleep."

"really?" he sat up and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "I didn't know that. Hehe..." I smiled at him and he smiled back, warmly. Suddenly, he looked as though he remembered something really important.

"I gotta call my dad!" He looked around frantically for a phone.

"Come with me. I got a phone." I showed him to one of the many hallway phones. In a mansion, you can never have too many phones.

He dialed his number, then looked at me once, then again. It was a classic double take.

"Whoa...I'm at your house..."

"A little slow on the uptake, eh?" He glared and opened his mouth to reply, but someone on the other end obviously picked up. I heard yelling and Joey looked down at the ground, an ashamed look plastered on his face. I figured that he'd want his privacy, so I left towards the kitchen. Unfortunately, I couldn't shut off my hearing, and I heard Joey talking to his dad.

"I'm sorry, dad. I forgot to call you last night....at Kaiba's.......alright, I'll be right home....but dad!..." I didn't get to hear more when Mokuba ran into me.

"I'm hungry!" I ruffled his hair, an action I soon found out that he did not appreciate when he tried to punch me. Keyword: tried. It didn't hurt at all.

"Come on, Moku-nator, you can do better than that." He glared and hit me with all he could. He happily laughed and trotted away when he received his complimentary, "oof!"

"I'm hungry!"

~#^$*%(^)^&~

While we were down in the kitchen, I heard muffled yelping and then a crashing sound. An "awww...crap...." was followed by it. I got up and ran to the stairs. At the bottom was what I had expected. A ruffled Joey was rubbing his leg.

"you okay?" I asked, my voice laced with concern.

He didn't answer but instead looked at me funny. "You sure are nice today...what alien replaced you?"

I smiled. Yes, I was happy today. Smiling more than I had in many years, laughing, joking, and all were nice, not a single mean thought in mind. Okay, so maybe a few...but did that really matter? Nope, didn't think so. And it was all because I had finally confessed to Joey. My heart felt as if a great weight had been removed. A sign? Maybe.

I looked sideways, "Oh, nothing..." I whistled. That caused his eyes to bug out. Yes, I had really surprised myself with that, too. I didn't even know that I knew how to whistle.

"You on crack?" he asked, cocking his head.

I waggled my finger in front of his face.

"Nope. Crack is cheap!" I grinned Cheshire-cat-like. Right in his face. He backed up a bit, shaking his head. In all actuality, I was high. High on a giddy happiness that I had never experienced.

"I think that the loony bin is in for a new patient..." I plopped down next to him and started to pout.

"Now really, can't a guy have some fun?" Joey shook his head.

"No. Not like this. It's....unnatural. And you're acting like a spoiled little kid." I pouted some more, deciding to mess with him.

"awww...come on..." I made my lower lip stick out and my eyes started to water with the effort, looking just like I was going to start to sob a river. I wrapped my arms around him in a plead. I felt him stiffen.

"Are you kidding?" he poked me and when I didn't move, lifted my head up to eye level. "Yup. Defiantly crazy. The stress of work must have finally broke him."

I smiled, "Not crazy. Bored. Wanna have fun...momma." I snickered at the reference to his dream. He glared at me.

"Kaiba, stop-" I stopped him.

"Seto."

"Huh?"

"call me Seto." He started to push me away. "Aww...momma, pwease?"

"I'm not gonna call you Seto! Now quit it!" he pushed again, but I had my arms wrapped securely around him.

"ya' just did," I said with a smirk. He rolled his eyes.

"I don't even know if I like you that much." Now I really pouted. He looked down at me and sighed. "I s'pose I might as well humor you; they say that it's best."

"They? Who, momma?"

"The psychiatrists'. And I'm not your momma!"

toying with him some more, "I think momma's in denial." Playfully I bit his nose. "come on." But it came out painfully slurred and forced Joey to speak, which ultimately forced his mouth up towards the general direction of mine with the effort of it. I stopped my nibbling to brush my lips against his...momentarily. Our private moment was shortly ended when Mokuba burst out of the kitchen.(1)

"Big Brother! What hap-" He stopped when he saw our current "suggestive" positions. His eyes widened to the size of saucers. "I-I-I'll leave you two alone..." He quickly skittered back into the kitchen, shutting the door behind him. This time when Joey pushed my off I didn't resist. I was absolutely mortified that my little brother had caught me being "strange" with someone who wasn't even that way, maybe...what was I going to say to my little brother now? Would he even look at me? I could only hope...

~~~~Joey's P.O.V~~~~

"Big Brother! What hap-" He stopped when he saw our positions. His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. "I-I-I'll leave you two alone..." He quickly scampered back into the kitchen, shutting the door behind him. I was horrified, and made my displeasure known by shoving Kaiba off me. Kaiba was also very embarrassed, by the shades of red and purple he was going through. Was he even breathing? Didn't look like it.

I reached over to him and shook him out of his thoughts. "hey, Kaiba, wake up." When he didn't respond, I shook him as hard as I could. "Go and talk to your brother. He probably is looking like a steamed lobster as much as you are." He looked over at me, then got up, rubbed his hands, and walked into the kitchen.

I figured that they would need their privacy, so I got up to go to back to my room. Or at least I attempted to. As soon as I put weight on the leg that I had been rubbing earlier, I fell back down. I managed not to make a sound, so that I didn't disturb the others. All that came out was a muffled whimper and then I just laid there. I didn't hear the maid that rushed up to me to ask if I were alright; I was in a lot of pain from two falls.

"Sir? Are you okay? Do you need anything?" She brushed me off and helped me to stand up. "Oh! You're hurt." Duh. Did it look like I was enjoying this? "You shouldn't be standing on your leg!" Well who helped me up? An evil version of the Easter Bunny?

"I'm fine. Will you just show me to the door?" The maid nodded and helped me to the exit. She held open the door for me and looked at my receding back, fretting.

"Are you sure you'll be okay, Mister?"

"Of course I will. Tell Mr. Kaiba that I said goodbye, okay?" She nodded once more then shut the door.

I looked around, getting the feel for where I was. 'Okay, south is home, so I'll just go this way.' I proceeded to turn north, caught myself, and turned around. Was I looking for a short cut? Honestley...

Walking was now giving me some time to reflect on what Kaiba had said earlier. No, Seto, that's what he wanted me to call him. No, wait! Since when did I take orders from him, much less care?!? But getting back to my former train of thought...

And now I have Writer's block. Whoopee.
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alrighty then.....let's go back to the Kaiba situation for a bit...@.@ erp......

~~~~Mokuba's P.O.V~~~~

When I walked in on Brother and Joey, I was so surprised! 'I didn't know that he went..."that" way. I hope that it was just and illusion or a trick of the light.....

'Footsteps approaching.' I tensed, and looked towards the door. 'Oh, just Big Brother. Hee. He looks as red as a crayon!'

I put on a saddened look, even though inside I was jumping for joy, that my stiff lipped brother was -finally- doing something romance-wise. Too bad it had to be a guy. I didn't really want my brother to have a husband.

Seto wrung his sweaty hands before he took a deep breath.

"Mokuba..."

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hehe..that's as far as I think.

Note: (1)- *maniacl grin* my favorite "worst scenario" ; when they get caught doing "wrong things." It just cracks me up so much, although I rarely ever see it in a fic. I don't why either. I would think it would be like that. I mean, life's not perfect, and not everyone can have a soap opera romance. So, that being said, I just HAD to include it in. :)

Well, even though that last part wasn't very long, it was all that I could come up with right now. Many apologies.

Joey: doesn't sound like it.

Oh hush up, you!!!

Joey: ooo, that hurt.

*glare* ugh. There's no point in talking to you, you know that? Absolutely no valuable reasoning behind it. I don't know why I even try.

Joey: ....yeah, that one -did- hurt.

It was supposed to!

Joey: *sigh* just continue.

Okay, Mr. Impatient. Why don't you go get a bucket of water or something? Maybe call 911? Those two are starting to look a little thin and pale. And they're getting stinky too.

Joey: right. Hey, what's the number for 911?

*blink*oh...that's sad. Umm....you know, come to think of it, I don't know either. Go ask the neighbors or something.

Joey: ok. *leaves*

So stupid. Anyways, here are some fresh cookies from the Asylum. (Why do I have to be here??? *sniffle*) And, one more thing, if any IDEAS happen to "spring" into your mind, SEND THEM IN!!!! onegai????

Thankies^^

~owari~