Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish it, I sadly do not own any of these characters, but there is always hope for the hopeless. Also, I do not gain anything from this but the satisfaction of knowing I have made some people happy with my writing…gomen ne, Blue, but I'm still too poor to afford more tissues -_-
Warnings: None…as of yet. Perhaps a bit of angsting and slight lime. *YAOI* Lemon following in later chapters.
Author's Note: I know, I know. Most of my reviewers for KA are probably wanting to kill me for not putting this up sooner, but I must confess…my "writing genius" (notice the quotes here) was zapped away by some fic-fairy that didn't want me to have anymore to do with the Yami/Seto (and possibly Yugi in the future) pairing. Down with the fic-fairy! I burnt its clothes and trashed the damned wand!
Yami Serra: Calm down, Hikari. You're scaring the readers-
Oh, Gomen! I apologize for being overly dramatic and for not putting this up any sooner. I'm not sure how well it's turned out, but please forgive me! I almost forgot about my fan-readers *sniffle* I wish to make it up by posting this chapter and finally getting a plot into the almost pointless story I wrote before hand because so many people wished me to continue (honestly, I still don't believe it's that good, but…*shrugs shoulders*). For those that have no idea what I'm talking about, it isn't necessary to read KA to understand the occurrences in this story. If you are a fan of PWPs or are just a hentai like me and enjoy a semi-decent lemon then by all means read, but for those that don't wish to, that's alright as well.
Well, I've said my piece so…R&R everyone! Reviews welcome, as are flames (only because they're funny to laugh at ^_^)
Side Note: ~*~ represents flashes to the past
/…/ and //…// represent Yami to Hikari thoughts to each other (or vice versa)
~*~
Torchlight flickered over the walls, casting a dim shadow over the two solitary figures that stood in the darkness of the alley, their bodies and faces masked by thick linen robes fluttering gently in the soft wind. Tortured howls of ranging dogs starving in the gutters ripped through the silence of the night, mingled with the curdled hisses of hungry rats bigger than the cats free-lancing the city, but none noticed the quiet whispering of voices plotting treason nor were there any to interject had they been listening. Peasants of the slums knew better than to interfere with the dealings of treacherous royals unfaithful to their liege.
"It is agreed then?" The masculine voice was low and deep, emotionless in its ingenuity. From beneath the heavy hood, azure eyes flashed with malice and a slow smile curved his stoic lips upward.
"All that you have wanted has been arranged. The pharaoh will not know what struck him," came the earnest reply, and the taller man instantly frowned, a quick toss of his head showing his discrepancy.
"I made no such request…I want him to know." There was a quick movement and strong hands wrapped around the waif's scrawny neck, barely leaving enough room to let the street urchin breathe. "Is that understood?"
"Y-yes…of course, my lord! Whatever you desire…it shall be done! The pharaoh will know that you were the one to place him in his tomb! On Ra's name I swear this!" The High Priest released his grip, throwing the thin body back against the stoned wall of the passageway, his fingers flexing as he stared down at his hand, another grin gracing his lips.
"Good. I trust there will be no further confusion. You will be compensated once you finish the job. Remember…I will be watching." He turned away, facing the wind as the smell of the rotting stench in the streets, the Nile waters, and the dusty sand mingled together to create an aroma almost nauseous to his sensitive noble nose, and he walked from the scene quietly, unwilling to draw attention to himself. He wanted to remain in the shadows until the time came to procure what was supposed to be his -the throne, the Sennen Rod…
'And Ra himself will soon smile,' he thought to himself, the rapidly increasing breeze blowing back the cloth covering his head to reveal usually tidy locks of unruly mahogany hair and a deeply tanned face handsome with the shine of silhouetted cerulean eyes. 'For no one is greater than Seth.'
~*~
Papers were sent flying into cataclysmic showers of white snowfall, littering the plush carpet with several documents as Seto lurched from his sleep with a wordless cry, the sound echoing throughout the nearly empty mansion while he tried to calm his racing pulse. The strange nightmares still eluded his brilliant mind, and they were slowly taking a huge chunk of living out of his already demeaned life. He'd fallen asleep on the couch again, the latent blare of infomercials barely whispering from the hellish television, and the previous week's work he had attempted to finish was now in a jumble across his living room floor, laughing at him for his imperfection. He stared down at the mess, normally alert eyes faded with weariness, and he let out an exhausted sigh as slightly trembling slender fingers lifted from his thighs to rub across his face. The lack of rest added to hours of not being able to concentrate and days of being behind, both with school and his corporation.
What he wouldn't give for a few minutes of peaceful sleep without being plagued with strange dreams that nearly haunted his every second of every day…
Groaning half-heartedly, Seto slid to the floor, his gracefulness evident despite his fatigue, and began retrieving the hastily scribbled memos of scheduled meetings and unfinished prototypes waiting his approval along with charts of rising percentages in certain departments of his company. None of them made sense to the incredibly intelligent youth, not now, and there wasn't anything that could have roused him from his determined course as he neatly stacked the papers on the glass coffee table in front of the couch before flipping the TV off with a quickly liberated remote and throwing his lanky body onto the sofa. He buried his face into the soft cushions and tried to remember to breathe as he easily drifted back into place irked with mysterious people and heated plots of betrayal.
He needed to sleep and he didn't care what the consequences were at the moment.
~*~
The scene had shifted to a incense-filled room where the smell of myrrh, sweet fruits, and sex were strongly evident, all other decorations insignificant. In the center of the large room, sandstone walls high and carved with immaculate hieroglyphs, lay a bed and in it two intertwined figures, bronzed skin bare and saturated in sweat. The shorter youth had his hidden face pressed against his lover's chest, his breathing slightly erratic, and his maroon streaked black hair that usually spiked towards the sky was plastered flat against his skull with perspiration. He felt fingers tracing the curvature of his back and a soft sigh escaped him as he arched into the touch with the remainder of his energy.
"We cannot keep doing this…it isn't fair to you nor anyone else," he murmured in short gasps, his lungs unable to draw in enough air to satisfy the burning ache in his chest. A low chuckle ensued, sounding like music to the lither one's ears, and a hand cupped his cheek, bringing him up for a softened kiss that melted his heart into a puddle of pure affection. He found himself staring into heated blue eyes.
"It is none of their concern…you should know that," a thick voice whispered back from within the shadows, and the young pharaoh contemplated his words even as he lazily rolled over onto his lover and straddled his thin hips, pressing their bodies together until no air could escape between them. His regal countenance was concealed against the warmed flesh of the other's torso while strong fingers instantly began to stroke his hair in soothing motions.
"I…I do, but…but what if we are discovered? I could not stand to be without you…" He was promptly smothered by a heavier weight as they were rolled over, and two pairs of eyes met in a brief match of stubbornness, but the sensual ruler soon looked away, a blush gracing his cheeks as he could not stand against his lover when he stared directly into his soul.
"You won't be," he replied, kissing a path of hot tingling sensations down his face, close to his ear and past his jaw. "I promised I would stay with you, and I never go back on my word. Do you not trust me, Highness?" The pharaoh groaned beneath him as he bent towards the mouth assaulting his sensitized flesh; the mixture of pleasant torment and unwanted official titles had his entire body quivering with anticipation.
"N-no…it's not…I don't have the strength to move, S-Seth-" His entire world went blank for a moment as a skilled hand briefly caressed the underside of his awakening member, and he tossed his head back, wantonly opening further to the other's ministrations. He had already been pushed to his limit -they had frantically made love several times before, each with growing vivacity and power for the times that had been missed over the fanatic week- but he was being told otherwise by the response to his High Priest's touch. Something warm and wet brushed against his abdomen.
"Then don't…how I love to torture you…" The sovereign's slim fingers curled into the sheets tightly, nearly cutting the blood flow off to his arms as his length was fully engulfed by the moist cavern of his lover's mouth, and he cried out, his teeth biting into the trembling flesh of his lips to keep the sounds minimal, but it never seemed to work. His thighs were already tensing, and although comforting hands were stroking his sides in a manner unequal to the rapid motion of a twisting tongue along his pulsing member, he felt like he was going to die. Hips lifted off of the mattress, frantic thrusts uncontrollably filling the other's receiving mouth as he filled the zealous space with his shivering shaft, and he went rigid, a scream falling from his throat while he orgasmed, his lover's name on his lips loud enough to echo across the world.
~*~
Seto moaned in disapproval as he habitually lunged for the somehow silent alarm ringing in his ears, not wanting to wake from the pleasant dream he'd been having, and he blindly fumbled for it, his senses not yet aware that the only thing stirring him was the sunlight pouring in through the opened blinds. Blinking, he weakly turned his head to the side, trying to gain a perception of time through the cloudy fervor still encircling his body. He was aroused beyond recognition and that small detail was evident when he shifted and a hiss escaped his throat as the material of his jeans rubbed deliberately across his rock-hard groin. Inhaling sharply, he rolled over onto his stomach, pressing his face firm enough into the cushions to leave the imprinted pattern of the pillows on his skin, and he tried to control the urge to relieve himself of the problem. Instantly, he realized that he needed a shower.
An extremely cold one.
Staggering from the sofa, he tripped over his own feet as he stumbled towards the staircase, the increasing pressure in his pants making him thankful that his younger brother wasn't around to witness his current predicament. He didn't even remember the exact details, but his body definitely hadn't disagreed, and with each step up, his brain was loosing a battle that it couldn't possibly have won from the start. Seto was slowly shifting from manual drive to automatic.
Didn't he have school today? What day *was* it? He had no recollection of anything at the moment except the lasting impressions of a throaty cry of pleasure and burning crimson eyes.
Those eyes…
Seto fell into the bathroom, his hands mechanically pulling at the confines of his clothes as he stripped down and fled under the safety of the icy water too cold to normally touch on a daily base, but it was already beginning to feel too hot for his liking. If it were a possibility, he knew steam would be billowing into the air from the contact of freezing liquid to scorching flesh. He lay his head against the cool tile in the stall, his breathing slowing from a ragged hitch to a soft sigh. Seto couldn't recall the last time he'd ever felt like this -even in his younger teenage years he had never been affected by such erotic dreams- but there had been something about the two people that had set his senses on fire. Somehow, they seemed familiar.
Those eyes…
He'd finally managed a moment of relaxation when something banged against the door, startling him to the extent that he almost fell over and out of the shower. Seto grabbed the edge of the bar on the opposite wall of the stall and cursed colorfully as he smashed his skull on the linoleum.
"Nani?" he called, almost pausing at the sound of his own voice resonating in his ears. That weak and almost worn tone couldn't have belonged to him.
Could it?
"It sounded like something fell in there. Are you alright, Seto?" He could hear his brother's soft tenor above the drumming pound of pressurized water, and Seto turned it off, contemplating on drip-drying. He felt miserable enough as it was and searching for a towel was at the bottom of his priority list.
"Hai…as fine as I'll ever be," he muttered softly, knowing that Mokuba couldn't hear him. "Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for school?" Contrary to popular belief, he *did* care.
"Don't you remember?" came the earnest voice. "It's Saturday. You promised to take me over to Yugi-san's today." Seto stared cross-eyed at the floor, his mouth twisting into a grimace as he realized that he hadn't brought any fresh clothes with him. Being in his previous dilemma, it was a miracle he had made it here without causing a mess much less something to wear.
When had he said that? His mind had wandered so much and was lost in exhaustion this past week that he couldn't remember. Rolling his shoulders with an air of acceptance, he reached for the shirt he had discarded moments before and began to rub at the water vigorously; it wasn't that dirty.
"As soon as I'm finished in here," he replied nonchalantly, partially drying his hair with a quick shake of his head. Glancing into the mirror at the outrageous spikes of chestnut brown, Seto immediately frowned, and although not being one to normally care about his appearance, he began to worry about the darkened circles beneath his eyes and his pale skin. He really wasn't getting enough rest.
From outside, he could hear Mokuba's whoop of delight and scamper as he ran down the hall to obviously get himself ready; he would have to remind him that running wasn't an acceptable form of behavior but perhaps some time later. He didn't have the spared energy to correct him, and besides, he was glad that his younger brother was finally getting out more on his own. Staying locked within the walls of the mansion wasn't good for an aspiring pre-teen, and not so long ago he'd been afraid that his only relative would've turned out exactly like him. That had been too frightening to describe in words, but now that he had made friends and was socializing more -even if it was with Yugi Mutou and his group of oddball friends- Seto wasn't too worried. Mokuba could do fine on his own, as proven, if given the chance.
Taking one last look at the body his stretched soul inhabited, he opened the door and madly dashed for his room and clothes that were a little more acceptable in public than what he had on at the moment.
** ** **
The drive to the Kame Game Shop was -thankfully- uneventful and quiet, and by the time Seto had parked the car, he was sure some demon had stolen his brother's voice box; usually he was talking his ear off about the things he had planned. Not that he minded the noise, however. It was the only way he could spend free time loitering with his brother. He glanced at the silent youth in the passenger side seat beside him, and he could have sworn that his thick black hair was standing on end.
"Seto?"
"Nani?"
"Are you sure you didn't steal a license or something? 'Cause I could have sworn that was an old woman we almost hit…but we were going too fast for me to tell." The elder Kaiba smiled slowly, reaching over to ruffle a hand through the messy locks.
"We are not having this discussion…again, Mokuba. Next time, you can walk if you like." The smaller boy hastily shook his head and glanced slyly at him from behind a white-toothed grin.
"Then…if we're not having this discussion…maybe you could come in with me? I'm sure Yugi-san would like to see you again!" He asked with the same enthusiasm in his voice that he'd had earlier, and Seto recoiled back, a look of distain momentarily flickering over his face before he managed to reign his emotions in.
"Iie…I don't think that would be-" Mokuba instantly played the trump card he knew his older brother could not resist.
Large, solemn puppy-dog eyes.
"Onegai? Please…please…please?" He grimaced even as his hand moved to take the key out of the ignition; he hated having such a soft heart sometimes, although some people still believed that it was as cold as stone.
"Alright, but just for a few minutes. I still have to get to work." Mokuba made a face and jumped out of the car in one smooth motion, skipping happily over to the other side of the vehicle to drag Seto down the sidewalk and into the small, extremely clean shop. The odd smell of pine overwhelmed his nose -obviously the cleaner used to mop the floors with- and a cheerful visage with large violet eyes and shockingly spiked hair greeted them.
"Ohayo, Mokuba-kun…" There was a pause, and Seto felt like he was going to melt into the floor from embarrassment. "…and Kaiba-san…how are you this morning?"
Seto averted his gaze momentarily as Mokuba began to ramble off about nothing in any particular interest to him when a quick, nearly undetectable movement caught his attention. There was a flash of red mingled with deepened black, and the young billionaire suddenly swallowed harshly, the air instantly notching up a couple of degrees in temperature.
Those eyes…
He immediately didn't want to go any further, and he had just barely gotten through the door.
~TBC~
A/N: *cough* Well, that was a little scary…I suppose. I'm not going to ramble too much about this particular chapter, but I'm not sure if I like where this is going, considering that I'm actually trying to work in a plot (I have no idea what it is yet, but it is slowly making itself known to me). I hope someone liked this…it was a little bland for my taste and I switched points of view in this fic from first to third…writing can get too complicated, and I also completely went against what my reviewers from KA wanted me to do in this story…but I *had* to write Yugi in somehow! I just want to huggle his kawaii self ^_^
Anyway, if everyone who reads this would be so kind to review, I'd become the happiest person in the world…if not overly delirious.
Yami Serra: Please, if any of you are sane out there, do not post anything…she's already driving me crazy about writing a lemon further on down the line-
Shh! You're giving away the obvious…uh…
Yami Serra: That was pure genius *snickers and disappears*
*sigh* My muses aren't agreeing with me right now, but I'll try to con her into doing something lemon-ish by using a Bakura plushie…maybe that will work. For now, click on that little button at the bottom of your screen and make me happy. The more reviews I get, the more chapters I will write…er…hopefully ^_~
Is the title any better? LOL
Warnings: None…as of yet. Perhaps a bit of angsting and slight lime. *YAOI* Lemon following in later chapters.
Author's Note: I know, I know. Most of my reviewers for KA are probably wanting to kill me for not putting this up sooner, but I must confess…my "writing genius" (notice the quotes here) was zapped away by some fic-fairy that didn't want me to have anymore to do with the Yami/Seto (and possibly Yugi in the future) pairing. Down with the fic-fairy! I burnt its clothes and trashed the damned wand!
Yami Serra: Calm down, Hikari. You're scaring the readers-
Oh, Gomen! I apologize for being overly dramatic and for not putting this up any sooner. I'm not sure how well it's turned out, but please forgive me! I almost forgot about my fan-readers *sniffle* I wish to make it up by posting this chapter and finally getting a plot into the almost pointless story I wrote before hand because so many people wished me to continue (honestly, I still don't believe it's that good, but…*shrugs shoulders*). For those that have no idea what I'm talking about, it isn't necessary to read KA to understand the occurrences in this story. If you are a fan of PWPs or are just a hentai like me and enjoy a semi-decent lemon then by all means read, but for those that don't wish to, that's alright as well.
Well, I've said my piece so…R&R everyone! Reviews welcome, as are flames (only because they're funny to laugh at ^_^)
Side Note: ~*~ represents flashes to the past
/…/ and //…// represent Yami to Hikari thoughts to each other (or vice versa)
~*~
Torchlight flickered over the walls, casting a dim shadow over the two solitary figures that stood in the darkness of the alley, their bodies and faces masked by thick linen robes fluttering gently in the soft wind. Tortured howls of ranging dogs starving in the gutters ripped through the silence of the night, mingled with the curdled hisses of hungry rats bigger than the cats free-lancing the city, but none noticed the quiet whispering of voices plotting treason nor were there any to interject had they been listening. Peasants of the slums knew better than to interfere with the dealings of treacherous royals unfaithful to their liege.
"It is agreed then?" The masculine voice was low and deep, emotionless in its ingenuity. From beneath the heavy hood, azure eyes flashed with malice and a slow smile curved his stoic lips upward.
"All that you have wanted has been arranged. The pharaoh will not know what struck him," came the earnest reply, and the taller man instantly frowned, a quick toss of his head showing his discrepancy.
"I made no such request…I want him to know." There was a quick movement and strong hands wrapped around the waif's scrawny neck, barely leaving enough room to let the street urchin breathe. "Is that understood?"
"Y-yes…of course, my lord! Whatever you desire…it shall be done! The pharaoh will know that you were the one to place him in his tomb! On Ra's name I swear this!" The High Priest released his grip, throwing the thin body back against the stoned wall of the passageway, his fingers flexing as he stared down at his hand, another grin gracing his lips.
"Good. I trust there will be no further confusion. You will be compensated once you finish the job. Remember…I will be watching." He turned away, facing the wind as the smell of the rotting stench in the streets, the Nile waters, and the dusty sand mingled together to create an aroma almost nauseous to his sensitive noble nose, and he walked from the scene quietly, unwilling to draw attention to himself. He wanted to remain in the shadows until the time came to procure what was supposed to be his -the throne, the Sennen Rod…
'And Ra himself will soon smile,' he thought to himself, the rapidly increasing breeze blowing back the cloth covering his head to reveal usually tidy locks of unruly mahogany hair and a deeply tanned face handsome with the shine of silhouetted cerulean eyes. 'For no one is greater than Seth.'
~*~
Papers were sent flying into cataclysmic showers of white snowfall, littering the plush carpet with several documents as Seto lurched from his sleep with a wordless cry, the sound echoing throughout the nearly empty mansion while he tried to calm his racing pulse. The strange nightmares still eluded his brilliant mind, and they were slowly taking a huge chunk of living out of his already demeaned life. He'd fallen asleep on the couch again, the latent blare of infomercials barely whispering from the hellish television, and the previous week's work he had attempted to finish was now in a jumble across his living room floor, laughing at him for his imperfection. He stared down at the mess, normally alert eyes faded with weariness, and he let out an exhausted sigh as slightly trembling slender fingers lifted from his thighs to rub across his face. The lack of rest added to hours of not being able to concentrate and days of being behind, both with school and his corporation.
What he wouldn't give for a few minutes of peaceful sleep without being plagued with strange dreams that nearly haunted his every second of every day…
Groaning half-heartedly, Seto slid to the floor, his gracefulness evident despite his fatigue, and began retrieving the hastily scribbled memos of scheduled meetings and unfinished prototypes waiting his approval along with charts of rising percentages in certain departments of his company. None of them made sense to the incredibly intelligent youth, not now, and there wasn't anything that could have roused him from his determined course as he neatly stacked the papers on the glass coffee table in front of the couch before flipping the TV off with a quickly liberated remote and throwing his lanky body onto the sofa. He buried his face into the soft cushions and tried to remember to breathe as he easily drifted back into place irked with mysterious people and heated plots of betrayal.
He needed to sleep and he didn't care what the consequences were at the moment.
~*~
The scene had shifted to a incense-filled room where the smell of myrrh, sweet fruits, and sex were strongly evident, all other decorations insignificant. In the center of the large room, sandstone walls high and carved with immaculate hieroglyphs, lay a bed and in it two intertwined figures, bronzed skin bare and saturated in sweat. The shorter youth had his hidden face pressed against his lover's chest, his breathing slightly erratic, and his maroon streaked black hair that usually spiked towards the sky was plastered flat against his skull with perspiration. He felt fingers tracing the curvature of his back and a soft sigh escaped him as he arched into the touch with the remainder of his energy.
"We cannot keep doing this…it isn't fair to you nor anyone else," he murmured in short gasps, his lungs unable to draw in enough air to satisfy the burning ache in his chest. A low chuckle ensued, sounding like music to the lither one's ears, and a hand cupped his cheek, bringing him up for a softened kiss that melted his heart into a puddle of pure affection. He found himself staring into heated blue eyes.
"It is none of their concern…you should know that," a thick voice whispered back from within the shadows, and the young pharaoh contemplated his words even as he lazily rolled over onto his lover and straddled his thin hips, pressing their bodies together until no air could escape between them. His regal countenance was concealed against the warmed flesh of the other's torso while strong fingers instantly began to stroke his hair in soothing motions.
"I…I do, but…but what if we are discovered? I could not stand to be without you…" He was promptly smothered by a heavier weight as they were rolled over, and two pairs of eyes met in a brief match of stubbornness, but the sensual ruler soon looked away, a blush gracing his cheeks as he could not stand against his lover when he stared directly into his soul.
"You won't be," he replied, kissing a path of hot tingling sensations down his face, close to his ear and past his jaw. "I promised I would stay with you, and I never go back on my word. Do you not trust me, Highness?" The pharaoh groaned beneath him as he bent towards the mouth assaulting his sensitized flesh; the mixture of pleasant torment and unwanted official titles had his entire body quivering with anticipation.
"N-no…it's not…I don't have the strength to move, S-Seth-" His entire world went blank for a moment as a skilled hand briefly caressed the underside of his awakening member, and he tossed his head back, wantonly opening further to the other's ministrations. He had already been pushed to his limit -they had frantically made love several times before, each with growing vivacity and power for the times that had been missed over the fanatic week- but he was being told otherwise by the response to his High Priest's touch. Something warm and wet brushed against his abdomen.
"Then don't…how I love to torture you…" The sovereign's slim fingers curled into the sheets tightly, nearly cutting the blood flow off to his arms as his length was fully engulfed by the moist cavern of his lover's mouth, and he cried out, his teeth biting into the trembling flesh of his lips to keep the sounds minimal, but it never seemed to work. His thighs were already tensing, and although comforting hands were stroking his sides in a manner unequal to the rapid motion of a twisting tongue along his pulsing member, he felt like he was going to die. Hips lifted off of the mattress, frantic thrusts uncontrollably filling the other's receiving mouth as he filled the zealous space with his shivering shaft, and he went rigid, a scream falling from his throat while he orgasmed, his lover's name on his lips loud enough to echo across the world.
~*~
Seto moaned in disapproval as he habitually lunged for the somehow silent alarm ringing in his ears, not wanting to wake from the pleasant dream he'd been having, and he blindly fumbled for it, his senses not yet aware that the only thing stirring him was the sunlight pouring in through the opened blinds. Blinking, he weakly turned his head to the side, trying to gain a perception of time through the cloudy fervor still encircling his body. He was aroused beyond recognition and that small detail was evident when he shifted and a hiss escaped his throat as the material of his jeans rubbed deliberately across his rock-hard groin. Inhaling sharply, he rolled over onto his stomach, pressing his face firm enough into the cushions to leave the imprinted pattern of the pillows on his skin, and he tried to control the urge to relieve himself of the problem. Instantly, he realized that he needed a shower.
An extremely cold one.
Staggering from the sofa, he tripped over his own feet as he stumbled towards the staircase, the increasing pressure in his pants making him thankful that his younger brother wasn't around to witness his current predicament. He didn't even remember the exact details, but his body definitely hadn't disagreed, and with each step up, his brain was loosing a battle that it couldn't possibly have won from the start. Seto was slowly shifting from manual drive to automatic.
Didn't he have school today? What day *was* it? He had no recollection of anything at the moment except the lasting impressions of a throaty cry of pleasure and burning crimson eyes.
Those eyes…
Seto fell into the bathroom, his hands mechanically pulling at the confines of his clothes as he stripped down and fled under the safety of the icy water too cold to normally touch on a daily base, but it was already beginning to feel too hot for his liking. If it were a possibility, he knew steam would be billowing into the air from the contact of freezing liquid to scorching flesh. He lay his head against the cool tile in the stall, his breathing slowing from a ragged hitch to a soft sigh. Seto couldn't recall the last time he'd ever felt like this -even in his younger teenage years he had never been affected by such erotic dreams- but there had been something about the two people that had set his senses on fire. Somehow, they seemed familiar.
Those eyes…
He'd finally managed a moment of relaxation when something banged against the door, startling him to the extent that he almost fell over and out of the shower. Seto grabbed the edge of the bar on the opposite wall of the stall and cursed colorfully as he smashed his skull on the linoleum.
"Nani?" he called, almost pausing at the sound of his own voice resonating in his ears. That weak and almost worn tone couldn't have belonged to him.
Could it?
"It sounded like something fell in there. Are you alright, Seto?" He could hear his brother's soft tenor above the drumming pound of pressurized water, and Seto turned it off, contemplating on drip-drying. He felt miserable enough as it was and searching for a towel was at the bottom of his priority list.
"Hai…as fine as I'll ever be," he muttered softly, knowing that Mokuba couldn't hear him. "Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for school?" Contrary to popular belief, he *did* care.
"Don't you remember?" came the earnest voice. "It's Saturday. You promised to take me over to Yugi-san's today." Seto stared cross-eyed at the floor, his mouth twisting into a grimace as he realized that he hadn't brought any fresh clothes with him. Being in his previous dilemma, it was a miracle he had made it here without causing a mess much less something to wear.
When had he said that? His mind had wandered so much and was lost in exhaustion this past week that he couldn't remember. Rolling his shoulders with an air of acceptance, he reached for the shirt he had discarded moments before and began to rub at the water vigorously; it wasn't that dirty.
"As soon as I'm finished in here," he replied nonchalantly, partially drying his hair with a quick shake of his head. Glancing into the mirror at the outrageous spikes of chestnut brown, Seto immediately frowned, and although not being one to normally care about his appearance, he began to worry about the darkened circles beneath his eyes and his pale skin. He really wasn't getting enough rest.
From outside, he could hear Mokuba's whoop of delight and scamper as he ran down the hall to obviously get himself ready; he would have to remind him that running wasn't an acceptable form of behavior but perhaps some time later. He didn't have the spared energy to correct him, and besides, he was glad that his younger brother was finally getting out more on his own. Staying locked within the walls of the mansion wasn't good for an aspiring pre-teen, and not so long ago he'd been afraid that his only relative would've turned out exactly like him. That had been too frightening to describe in words, but now that he had made friends and was socializing more -even if it was with Yugi Mutou and his group of oddball friends- Seto wasn't too worried. Mokuba could do fine on his own, as proven, if given the chance.
Taking one last look at the body his stretched soul inhabited, he opened the door and madly dashed for his room and clothes that were a little more acceptable in public than what he had on at the moment.
** ** **
The drive to the Kame Game Shop was -thankfully- uneventful and quiet, and by the time Seto had parked the car, he was sure some demon had stolen his brother's voice box; usually he was talking his ear off about the things he had planned. Not that he minded the noise, however. It was the only way he could spend free time loitering with his brother. He glanced at the silent youth in the passenger side seat beside him, and he could have sworn that his thick black hair was standing on end.
"Seto?"
"Nani?"
"Are you sure you didn't steal a license or something? 'Cause I could have sworn that was an old woman we almost hit…but we were going too fast for me to tell." The elder Kaiba smiled slowly, reaching over to ruffle a hand through the messy locks.
"We are not having this discussion…again, Mokuba. Next time, you can walk if you like." The smaller boy hastily shook his head and glanced slyly at him from behind a white-toothed grin.
"Then…if we're not having this discussion…maybe you could come in with me? I'm sure Yugi-san would like to see you again!" He asked with the same enthusiasm in his voice that he'd had earlier, and Seto recoiled back, a look of distain momentarily flickering over his face before he managed to reign his emotions in.
"Iie…I don't think that would be-" Mokuba instantly played the trump card he knew his older brother could not resist.
Large, solemn puppy-dog eyes.
"Onegai? Please…please…please?" He grimaced even as his hand moved to take the key out of the ignition; he hated having such a soft heart sometimes, although some people still believed that it was as cold as stone.
"Alright, but just for a few minutes. I still have to get to work." Mokuba made a face and jumped out of the car in one smooth motion, skipping happily over to the other side of the vehicle to drag Seto down the sidewalk and into the small, extremely clean shop. The odd smell of pine overwhelmed his nose -obviously the cleaner used to mop the floors with- and a cheerful visage with large violet eyes and shockingly spiked hair greeted them.
"Ohayo, Mokuba-kun…" There was a pause, and Seto felt like he was going to melt into the floor from embarrassment. "…and Kaiba-san…how are you this morning?"
Seto averted his gaze momentarily as Mokuba began to ramble off about nothing in any particular interest to him when a quick, nearly undetectable movement caught his attention. There was a flash of red mingled with deepened black, and the young billionaire suddenly swallowed harshly, the air instantly notching up a couple of degrees in temperature.
Those eyes…
He immediately didn't want to go any further, and he had just barely gotten through the door.
~TBC~
A/N: *cough* Well, that was a little scary…I suppose. I'm not going to ramble too much about this particular chapter, but I'm not sure if I like where this is going, considering that I'm actually trying to work in a plot (I have no idea what it is yet, but it is slowly making itself known to me). I hope someone liked this…it was a little bland for my taste and I switched points of view in this fic from first to third…writing can get too complicated, and I also completely went against what my reviewers from KA wanted me to do in this story…but I *had* to write Yugi in somehow! I just want to huggle his kawaii self ^_^
Anyway, if everyone who reads this would be so kind to review, I'd become the happiest person in the world…if not overly delirious.
Yami Serra: Please, if any of you are sane out there, do not post anything…she's already driving me crazy about writing a lemon further on down the line-
Shh! You're giving away the obvious…uh…
Yami Serra: That was pure genius *snickers and disappears*
*sigh* My muses aren't agreeing with me right now, but I'll try to con her into doing something lemon-ish by using a Bakura plushie…maybe that will work. For now, click on that little button at the bottom of your screen and make me happy. The more reviews I get, the more chapters I will write…er…hopefully ^_~
Is the title any better? LOL