Disclaimer: okay... Yu-Gi-Oh! and its characters aren't Nana-chan's!

Nanashi: *yawns* so tired....

Warnings: shounen-ai...sorta, in a way, like kinda... actually, not really... but technically it kinda is, and...

Nanashi: yuh-huh... anyways, I'm gonna start, before I fall asleep... *snores*

Nanaki: *anime sweatdrops* riiiiiiiiight... hey, I sounded like Dr. Evil! wai! ^_^ which isn't mine or hers... be proud of me! ^_____^

Nanashi: *snores somemore*

Nanaki: *pouts* no respect...

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Bakura took a breath, as he stood in front of Tristan's bedroom door.

It should be easy... shouldn't it?

"... Tristan, I'm Bakura..." and that was it.

Biting his lip, Bakura muttered the three words to himself. He nodded, sounded simple enough. Taking another breath, he stepped up to the door, and raised his hand. Then paused.

Don't stop now, he chided himself. You'll lose your nerve.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he rapped on the door, lightly.

"Yeah?" he heard Tristan call. He sounded kind of worn-out...

"Umm... nothing..." Bakura found himself saying. He cringed, mentally kicking himself, as he backed up, and started walking away. Then he heard the door open.

"Whoa, hey... Bakla, what's up?" Tristan said, walking after him.

Bakura bit his lip, and stopped, pretty much just to stare at the carpet. Tristan circled around him, "you okay?" he asked, gently.

Bakura fidgeted. "Fine..." he said, quietly.

"Heh... you sure? You don't sound 'fine'..."

"Uhh..." swallowing, Bakura looked up at him. Now those three words didn't seem as easy anymore. Curse his damn intimidating height... no, wait...! don't curse it... it's kinda nice, actually... Bakura gave his head a quick shake. Focus!

"Umm, Tristan, I..." Bakura tried to say.

"Hm?"

Bakura unconsciously began to wring his hands, nervously. Tristan furrowed his brow, and grabbed his hands.

"Shouldn't do that..." he said, softly.

Bakura took a deep, shaky breath. "Uhhh, Tristan, I... I know, I shouldn't..."

"Shouldn't what?" he asked, his eyes filled with concern; and his thumbs gently running over Bakura's knuckles.

The smaller boy's heart rate instantly picked up, under Tristan's intense gaze, and he looked away, hastily.

"Um, shouldn't do that..." he said slowly, referring to his hands. He blinked, hearing a soft chuckle come from the brunette.

"Yeah...but, uh... Bakla..?"

Bakura looked back at him, hesitantly, "huh?"

"That wasn't what you wanted to say... was it?"

Bakura swallowed again, his throat dry, as he stared at the floor. Was he that obvious? "Ummm, not really..." he admitted.

"Alright, so what is it?"

Bakura pursed his lips, "okay... first of all..." he raised his eyes up to Tristan's again, and fidgeted somemore. "I'm sorry... for not saying this in the first place... but, uh... Tristan, I..."

"Hey, Tristan... seen my magazine around?" Joey called, walking up to them.

Bakura grimaced, while Tristan blinked, turning around to look at Joey. The blonde stopped in mid-step, seeing Bakura.

"Oh... whoops, am I interruptin somethin?" he asked, with a small grin, seeing the hand-holding.

Tristan rolled his eyes, "yes, Joey, you actually are..." he said. Then he did a quick nod of his head, gesturing for him to leave the way he came...

Joey held up his hands, in a 'didn't-mean-to' fashion, and started backing up, going the way he came. "Alright, alright... sorry... just askin... maybe Kaiba saw it, huh?" he asked, with a small knowing smile.

"Yeah, maybe..." Tristan said, nodding. Once Joey was gone, he turned back to Bakura, "alright, what is it?"

Bakura bit his lip, "uhh, well.... okay... Tristan, I, uh... I'm... I should... tell you... I thought I should... tell you that... uh... that.... uhhh, that I, um..." he shook his head, trying to remember his verbal skills.

Three, no, two even... simple words. And he couldn't say them!?

Tristan furrowed his brow, "you're kinda worrying me here..."

"I... yes, I know... I'm not making any sense, am I?"

The brunette smiled, and shook his head. "Not really..." he answered, with a small shrug.

Bakura took a breath. "Okay... Tristan, about... Bakura! I'm..."

Tristan blinked, dropping Bakura's hands, and looked back, "where?"

Bakura blinked, "what?"

Tristan turned back to him, "what?"

"I... what are you talking about?"

"... Uh, what're you talking about?"

Bakura folded his arms, looking confused, "uh... you first."

Tristan shrugged, then rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, "I thought you saw Bakura... or something along those lines..."

"Why... would you think that?"

"Well, the way you said 'Bakura'..."

"Oh..."

"Okay then... so, why mention Bakura...?"

Bakura took a breath. Alright, it's now or never... "Tristan... I'm Bakura...!"

Tristan's eyes widened, as he stared at him, stunned. Bakura bit his lip.

"... Second cousin! Not his first...!" he blurted, hastily.

Tristan blinked, "what?"

"Er, heh... I said 'I'm Bakura's second cousin'... uh, I'm his second cousin, not his first..."

The brunette raised an eyebrow, "uhh, okay then..."

Bakura nodded. Then licked his lips, and turned around, "excuse me..." he said over his shoulder, politely. Then briskly made his way back to Yugi's room.

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The bedroom door opened quickly, and closed with a quick bang.

Tea blinked, looking up from her magazine, while Yugi looked up from the Rubik's cube he was working on. Both of them saw Bakura, leaning against the door.

"You tell him?" Yugi asked.

"How'd he take it!? The exact same way I thought, right?" asked Tea.

Bakura ignored them, and merely walked up to the wall... and started banging his head against it.

"ACK! Bakura!" Yugi yelped, and got up, pulling Bakura away from the wall. "What is it? What happened?" he asked, sitting Bakura down on the bed.

Bakura flopped back, cringing. "I didn't tell him! I did! But I changed it! So it was like I wasn't telling him anything!"

Tea blinked again, "huh?"

Bakura sat up, frowning. "I said it... 'Tristan, I'm Bakura...'..." he said, with a sigh.

"Alright, how'd he take it?" Yugi asked.

"He didn't... I added 'his second cousin' to the statement..."

Yugi and Tea both cringed, "oh, Bakura..."

"I know! I know, I know!" the 'girl' said, warily, as 'she' flopped back, grimacing.

Tea bit her lip, "Bakura, you have to tell him... he hates not knowing things... well, from time to time... but I know he'll hate having this kept from him..."

Bakura grabbed Yugi's pillow, and covered his face with it.

"Bakura?" Yugi asked, slowly.

Bakura spoke, in a muffled way. Yugi blinked, and moved the pillow, "can you repeat that?"

"I said 'maybe if I suffocate myself, Tristan won't be too angry'... you think so?" Bakura said, reaching for the pillow.

Yugi rolled his eyes, and tossed the pillow to Tea, "don't talk like that..."

Tea sighed, catching the pillow, and sat it aside. "Two simple words... one's the simplest word in the English language, the other's your own name... what's so hard about it?" she asked, impatiently.

Bakura rolled onto his stomach. "His eyes, I suppose..." he mumbled.

Yugi and Tea glanced at each other. Then shrugged, having no idea what to say.

~~~***~~~

"Hey Kaiba... you seen my..." Joey blinked, seeing Kaiba laying on the sofa, reading a book of some kind. Probably one of those classics, since he seemed the type to read them.

Tilting his head, the blonde had to admit that Kaiba looked pretty good right now. Dressed in blue jeans and black sweatshirt, a nice change from his suits, and dress shirts.

"Uh... hey, Kaiba..."

Kaiba sighed, flipping the page, "hm?"

"Ah-oohga..."

Kaiba blinked, looking up. "What?" he asked, his eyebrow raised, confused.

Joey pursed his lips, then shugged, "I have no idea... just felt like somethin to say..."

Kaiba watched Joey for a second, then shrugged and went back to reading.

"Man... being ignored stinks..."

"I'm not ignoring you... I acknowledged your presence... what more do you want?" Kaiba asked, still reading.

"Dunno..." Joey said, shrugging. Then he strolled over, and flopped on the sofa, over Kaiba's feet. The redhead never flinched, merely pulled his feet out from underneath him, then with a small smirk, placed them on Joey's lap.

"Hey!"

"Yes?"

"That's uncomfy... and rude..." Joey replied, his nose in the air.

"I happen to like my leg room..." Kaiba replied shortly, his eyes not leaving the page he was currently reading.

"What, I'm your footstool now?"

"Footstools belong on the floor, Joey... maybe you haven't noticed, but you're on the couch..."

Joey looked blank for a second, then glared at him, "say what!?"

Kaiba smirked, "never mind..."

With a sigh, Joey slumped down in his seat, putting his feet up on the coffeetable. "Shouldn'ta given Tristan the advice... now I'm bored..." he mumbled.

"That's a bad thing..." Kaiba said, flipping the page.

"Well, yeah... not just for me, for everyone else, too..."

Kaiba never bothered to reply.

Joey rolled his eyes, "it's bad because when I get bored, I get lazy... and when I get lazy, I get tired... and when I get tired, I sleep... and when I sleep at this time, I'll be up all night... and if I'm all night, I'll need some company... and to have company I'll have to keep you all up... and if you guys'll all be up, then you'll all be cracky in the morning... and if you're all cranky..."

"Joey...?"

"Huh?"

"Shut up..."

Joey blinked, then stuck his tongue out at Kaiba, "make me..."

Kaiba raised an eyebrow, watching Joey for a second. "I don't think you want that..." he replied, coolly.

Joey blinked, again. Then the room suddenly seemed very warm. Or maybe it was just him... nah.

After pursing his lips, and clearing his throat, Joey went quiet for a moment. Then he looked at Kaiba, who was reading again.

"So, uh... whatcha readin?"

"A book..."

Joey blinked, then rolled his eyes, "nooo, for real! Is that what they're called?! I've always wondered! Because in my time they were called 'bounded- paper-with-words-on-it'!"

Kaiba blinked, then laughed very softly.

Joey's eyes widened. "What was that!?"

Kaiba ignored him, still reading.

"You laughed! You actually laughed!!!" Joey gasped, as he got up, and crawled over to Kaiba, staring at him in awe.

The redhead continued to ignore him, as he read.

"C' mon... do it again!"

Kaiba raised an eyebrow, moving his gaze to Joey's. "Do what?" he asked, calmly.

"Laugh...!"

"Why?"

"Because...!"

Kaiba pursed his lips, "not a good enough reason..."

"Because! I liked how it sounded! Now laugh!"

"I can't just laugh at will..."

"Well, what made you laugh before!?"

"Your moronic sarcasm..."

Joey blinked, then pursed his lips. "Don't know whether to be insulted or pleased here..." he said, slowly.

Kaiba smiled, faintly.

"Alright! You're gonna laugh!"

The smile faded.

"Ah, c' mon, Kaiba!" Joey said impatiently. Kaiba sighed, and lowered his book.

"Make me laugh then... since it seems to mean so much to you..." he said, eyeing Joey with some intensity.

It was right about there, that Joey realized how close he was to the CEO. But, being who he was, Joey never moved. It would look a little suspicious, after all.

Ahem... So, make him laugh... make him laugh...

Joey grinned, then stared poking Kaiba's sides. No effect, just a really weird look from Kaiba.

"Oh, c' mon! Don't tell me you're not ticklish!"

"... I'm not ticklish..."

"You gotta be!" Joey declared, then started poking Kaiba again. After a moment, he gave up, then moved to his feet, still nothing. Just another weird look from the redhead. With a frown of determination, the blonde grabbed Kaiba's shoulders.

Still nothing.

"Are you even human..!?"

Kaiba smirked, faintly, "yes... just not ticklish..." he replied, pushing Joey's hands aside.

"Well... just gonna have to keep trying!" Joey declared, then continued poking at Kaiba. The redhead rolled his eyes, thinking he should just ignore him. But reading did seem more difficult, what with the annoying pup poking and prodding at him.

Kinda cute, actually, looking all determined, like that. Then Kaiba frowned, 'cute'? Well, that was unexpected...

Dropping his thoughts, Kaiba looked back at Joey, still trying to tickle him. He sighed, then grabbed Joey's hands, pulling him up, so they were face to face.

"Understand something, Wheeler... I'm not ticklish, so quit trying... you're only succeeding in annoying me..." he said, darkly.

"Hey, either way's good..." Joey said, with a shrug.

Kaiba watched him for a second. Then he smirked.

Okay, now the room seemed way hotter than usual for Joey. Or maybe it was just him. Or the look on Kaiba's face. Or the fact that he was practically laying on top of him, and Kaiba didn't seem to care... or mind...

It had to be the last three...

Or maybe it was... the fact that Kaiba's lips were now on his!!!

"Don't panic! Don't panic, Wheeler! No big deal! It's no big deal! It's just... Kaiba kissing you! It happens every day!" Joey was managing to think, at least. "NOT!"

The CEO released Joey's hands, and held either side of Joey's face, gently. Still kissing him.

"Right! He's just messin with me! That's all! Right... er... right... okay, done thinking... can't do it..." Joey's brain seemed to shut down. Then he fell off of Kaiba, and to the floor. Fainted.

Kaiba blinked, looking down at Joey, with a raised eyebrow. Then with a shrug, he opened his book again.

"Finish later, I guess..." he said, with an amused smirk.

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Nanaki: *blinks* I still wonder if I support them or not...

Nanashi: *snores*

Nanaki: I should, though... they're kinda cute, sorta ^_^ I mean sure I say I'm only teasing Kaiba, but...

Nanashi: *rolls over, hugging her neko-Kaiba pushie, still sleeping*

Nanaki: hmmmmm... to support or not to support... that is the question...

Nanashi: *snores, somemore*

Nanaki: *blinks* you really sleeping? *grins, evilly* Nana-chan... I'm gonna marry Heero...

Nanashi: *sits up, and smacks Nanaki with a foam bat*

Nanaki: ACK! @.@ *falls over*

Nanashi: *goes back to sleep*