Mijikai: Arg! Sorry for the long wait, but on vacation I was at my grandparents house and I, sadly, got lazy and had writers block, then I got heck a busy with school. I'm really not looking forward to have to go to college. What a nightmare that would be!

Yami: Sucker.

Mijikai: Shut up!

Yugi: (Sweatdrop) Why do you always have to make little comments Yami?

Yami: Because I feel like it.

Yugi: Uh...what ever. Any how, instead of listening to arguement and excuses, let's get on with the chapter!

Warning: The POV's will be switching from Yugi to Yami's. Just so you won't get confused. ***************************************************************

Chapter Four

"ARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGG!!! IHATEYAMIIHATEYAMIIHATEYAMIIHATEYAMI I HATE YAMI!" I screamed in my pounding skull as I sat in the back of his car.

Yami was chattering with Seto up front and seemed oblivious to my fuming. No it wasn't because Seto was here was because of my anger. IT'S WHAT HAPPENED THIS MORNING! The worst morning of my life! I rather not get into it, but curiousity does float in minds.

I was asleep in bed after arriving back home when I had a rude wake up call, by receiving an uncalled for cold shower, ear ringing music blasting into my eardrums. I bolted up and scrambled out of bed, when I slipped in water and fell back onto the covers. It turned out that water filled pans of hot water were set on the side, and I tried cooling my burning feet. In my attempt to cool them off, I heard that low chuckle and glared up at the form that was leaning on my dented doorframe.

"Have a nice sleep?" he asked with a cold grin.

I swore at him and scrowled as he turned off the music and collected the pans and disappeared out of the room. I would have love to have throttled him. I slowly got out of bed, being wary of more traps he might have set, then sighed in relief and made my way to the bathroom. I grabbed a towel, checking it over, and when I descovered it was safe, I drew the shower and went right in. I just stood there, letting the warm water heat up my freezing skin, when it suddenly turned steaming hot! I yelped and ended up hitting my spine on the wall as I jumped back. I growled in fustration and patiently waited till the water cooled. Once it was back to normal temperature I went back in and grabbed the shampo and started washing quickly. Once I was about to rinse the soup out, it turned to freezing cold. I gasped as the unexpected cold water hit me and I slammbed myself back to the wall. My poor back was throbbing. I waited, and it seemed like hours when I screwed warm water and just quickly washed it out and rinsed. I shivered as I retreated and wrapped the towel firmly around my slim waist and poked my head out of the doorframe, after I unlocked it.

"STOP PLAYING WITH THE WASHING MACHINE!!!" I hollard at him.

Our washing machine is also connected to the hot water,and messes with the temperature of the shower. We usually have fun doing that to each other, but today I was not in a good mood. I grabbed my toothbrush and made very sure he hadn't tampered with it or the toothpaste before using it. I was grumbling when I opened the cabnit door and then I smiled. There sitting innocently on the shelf behind the backing soda, was Yami's hair gel. He only used it when he had really bad hair days, but it was also expensive and he hated it to go to waste. I stood on tip toe and reached over the backing soda for it when I heard a snap and pain shot up my hand. I yelped as I pulled it back and scrowled at the mouse trap that had my fingers. I pried it off and grimaced at the dent it had made in my fingers. I grumbled as I left the bathroom and set it again and slid it onto Yami's seat. Maybe if his mind was busy he would be an idiot and sit on it. I cursed as I stomped back to my room and couldn't imagine for things to get any worse when it did. I opened my closet and it was the worst thing that could ever happen. All my clothes were gone except for one. My tight black pants and shirt. It probably sounds stupid for me to think this to be the worst but if you lived in a city full of perverts you would avoid wearing stuff like this too. I cursed at Yami even more, but there was nothing else for me to wear. I couldn't go looking for them either because once Yami hides them, you'll never find them, unless he retrieves them or tells you. Trust me. One time in Easter when my pop (sniff) told him to hide eggs for me becasue he had to go to work, oh he hid them all right. I searched everywhere and you wouldn't believe where he hid them. The freezer. I slowly dressed and looked under my bed and grinned as I pulled out my long black sweatshirt he had missed. I quickly put it on and looked under my bed for a pair of shoes. I groaned as I only found my black boots that were also tight the ankle up. Once I was dressed I made my way into the kitchen and found Yami with a plate of burnt toast. Just how he likes it. He slid it onto the table and smirked at me.

"Eat up."

"Gross! I'm not eatting that black crap!"

"Fine, starve," he said with a shrug.

Then he frowned at the long sweatshirt that fell to my knees. I knew his diappointed faces and smirked up at him, before sitting. I suddenly yelped as I felt a snap and jumped up. I heard Yami laughing as I turned to see the mouse trap had somehow come to my seat. I pryed if off and threw it at him. He ducked as it hit the counter and broke. I fumed as I sat in my seat and snatched up the jam and spread globs of it, to see if I could cover up the nasty taste. I took a bite, and grimaced as the burnt taste still touched my taste buds. I knew Yami was enjoying this considerably and I went to the fridge to see if I could locate something to get rid of the taste.

"Great!" I grumbled as I saw nothing but slim fast drinks.

I don't know why Yami drank that crap, though I never tasted it myself, so I grabbed one and took a draught. I suddenly spat it out and made a face as I threw it away.

"Gross! What kind of crap is that!" I shouted.

Yami only looked at me and got out of his seat and grabbed a mop and shoved it into my hands.

"Your mess so you clean it up," he said and settled down on the coach watching T.V while I cleaned up the sprays of that disgusting drink.

How I survived the rest of the morning is a mystery, even to myself. I sat there in the back of the car, with my arms crossed and stared out the window as Yami was waiting for a red light to turn green. As I gazed I saw a young boy with his pop.

"Daddy!" he said, "will you take me to the park?"

"Of course," he said with a smile.

"Can I have a piggy back ride?" he asked innocently.

"Hop on," and lifted the child up onto his back and both giggled as they disappeared arond a corner.

I felt a tears form as they pulled at the ends of my eyes and slowly cascaded down my cheeks. I felt a hand on my knee, and I looked up to see Seto with concern and pity in his eyes.

"Hey don't worry about it kiddo," he said with a smile.

I managed a smile back, and made sure he didn't try anything else. I mean, he is gay, isn't he? He turned back to the front and Yami suddenly drove up, making me crash into the seat in front of me.

"Ow! Yami!" I shouted, knowing he did that on purpose.

"Then wear your seat belt, idiot!" he barked back.

I mimicked him in a high annoying voice as I snapped my seat belt into place. I hate these things! I usually try not to wear them but Yami always forces me to. Yeah, sure it sounds like he cares about me, but in truth, he only does it because he knows I don't like it. If I did like wearing a seat belt, he would most likely keep unbuckling it. I silenly thanked god as we arrived at the studio and I hoped out and rushed in. In my hurry I bumped into somebody and I looked up to apologize when my mouth went dry.

"Oh, Yugi, how nice to see you," she said with her sweet smile.

I blushed a bit and grinned.

"Yeah, well it's nice to see you to Shizuka."

Shizuka was a pretty girl with long glossy hair of amber. Her sweet smile can make anybody melt and she was beautiful! I'm not the only one who thinks so. Every male in this studio compliments her, and the younger ones, like me, have major crushes on her. Oh course all the girls are cute, like Mai and Anzu, but Shizuka is one pretty girl.

"I better get going, Katsuya want's me help him with his lines," and hurried off.

"Like fun he does," I muttered.

Next thing I know, the director is in front of me.

"Yugi, we have some bad news," he stared.

"What kind?" I asked with a frown.

"It seems the dresser misplaced your clothing and can't find it anywhere, so we have to decide on a new attire."

I smiled and opened my mouth to say something.

"No, you can't wear your baggy clothes," he said.

I closed it with a pout. Suddenly, I felt the temperature go up and sweat started falling down my face. I knew what was going on and silently swore at Yami.

"Yami!" the director shouted. "Stop messing with the thermistate!"

I chucked off my sweatshirt and felt relieved as the heat started going down. The director turned back to me, then stopped. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me this way and that, then smiled with approval.

"I think we found your new attire."

I paled.

"But...but...but," I stammbered but he was gone before I could even continue.

I definitly was going to kill Yami tonight. ***************************************************************

I leaned on the counter of the mini snack bar and sipped my soda as I tried to hide a smirk. Yugi looked incredibly funny. His eyes were wide and mouth gapping. He hated that out fit and I started remembering father buying it and Yugi refused to wear it. Father begged him to wear it a least once and he agreed. I had to bite my tounge from remembering Yugi's experience that night and he hide it in his closet saying he lost it. I however knew exactly where it was, and had been waiting for the right moment where I would make him wear it again. Father. My heart started hurting and I took a deep breath. It was all Yugi's damn fault! Yugi's stinking fault! First my mother then my father. I really wanted to just throw him into the streets and have him screw up someone elses life, but I didn't. I puzzled on this feeling on why I didn't just throw him out into the streets and one night realized why. It was because I was afraid. Afraid to be alone, and Yugi's company was better then nobodies. I heard a sigh beside me and glanced over. It was Seto. I was prepared to make a last minute movement if he tried anything. Yugi might have not noticed, but I knew Seto was hitting on me, by flirting or trying to put an arm around my waist or shoulders. Thankfully I was able to make last minute movements to avoid that, or Yugi would come and drag me away for his screwed up problems. Why I stayed friends with him was very simple. He was the very first friend I had and he was very good company when he wasn't flirting. He wasn't intreasted in me at first and always complained that there were never any other men like himself, when a couple of years later he started flirting with me. The reason why I never told him off, was because I was afraid he'd feel to embarassed to face me and would not want to be friends anymore. I didn't want that. So I only pretended not to notice and make it seem coincidence that I had to do something when I saw his arm about to move towards me. Luckily, this stopped a month after our little celebration, and I was very thankful, but was still wary.

"You know, life sucks," he said.

I looked up at him.

"Why? Could't find anybody?"

He snorted as he took a draught of beer.

"Yeah, but who cares anyway."

Suddenly, I heard a rough clearing of the throat and I turned my eyes slowly into focus on an angry dwarf.

"You. Die. At. DAWN!" he shouted at me.

I laughed and started studing him. I was surprised on his body figure, at how slim he really was. Usually, he wore baggy clothing that made him look broader then what he really was. Though I have seen him nude before. Now don't get any sick ideas okay. I'm his brother, not a gay pervert. I sometimes would find the door accidenly forgotten to be locked and go right in. Yugi would either be getting in or getting out when I walk in. First he stares at me with wide eyes and then glares as he reaches for something and throws it at me. The first two times was pure accident, then I decided I could use it to annoy him him, and did, till I got a good whack on the head with the back scrubber. No more after that. I was suddenly startled from my thoughts as I felt impact on my cheek. I blinked and saw Yugi was red in the face and was glaring murder. The grabbed my drink and walked off sipping it.

"Hey!" I shouted. "That was mine!"

"Says you!" he shouted back.

"You know. I never realized on how...good Yugi looks."

"Yeah what ever," I grumble and pay for a new soda.

"Does he have a girlfriend?" he asked.

"No," I answered simply. "he's to short to ever get one."

"....I never thought on how cute he looks, or how innocent and pure his mien is."

I stopped drinking and slowy look up at him. I was hoping he wasn't getting at on what I thought.

"You think he minds guys?" he asked.

I slammed my cup onto the counter, ignoring the spilled liquid that sprayed out of the opening and onto my hand.

"Stay away," I said quietly.

Seto looked up at me with confusion.

"Huh?"

"You heard me," I said. "Stay away."

"I don't know what you mean man."

"Don't you dare even try. Just stay away."

"I don't know..." he started before I cut him off by grabbing the front of his shirt and forced his face close to mine. (Not that way!)

"You even think on hitting on Yugi, and I will seriously see that you will get hurt."

Seto actually looked shaken as I shoved him back to the ground. He brushed himself off and held his hands up in defense.

"I was only joking, you didn't need to get so up tight about it," he said.

I started to relax and calmed myself down.

"Besides, what would you care?" he asked, with amusement in his eyes.

I scrowled at him.

"None of your buissness Kaiba," I spat as I started drinking.

"Alright then, I'll let you remisice in your weird little logic," he said and took a final sip and started on his way to who knows where.

I looked back up at Yugi and saw him helping Sugoroku with putting the gameshop into order. Why had I been so defensive? Well for one it's just plain sick to be hit on by the same sex as you, and...I hated to admit it, but I didn't think Yugi disered it either. I growled in my throat as I crunched the cup and threw it into the garbage can and went off to find Katsuya. ***************************************************************

I handed up another game up to Sugoroku as he placed it neatly in on top of the stacks of games. I really, really, hated my outfit, my new outfit. It was tight and uncomfortable and the directer even added some stuff to it. I know wore two belts. One was tightly around my waist, crushing my hip bones when ever I bent down, and a pointless loose one that just got in my way. He also created a new collar for me to wear. It was a little more decorative, but it still was pretty much the same. I even had to wear a stinken heavy chain around my neck to go with the attire. It was bad enough in that leather shirt, but I least I wore jeans and tennis shoes, but not anymore. I tripped and cursed as a sharp pain went up my ankle. I hated boots. I always managed to trip in them, especially on carpet. Sugoroku helped me up and asked if I was alright.

"Yeah, I always manage to trip on these stupid boots."

He chuckled and gave me a hardy slap on the back.

"You'll get used to it," he said, as he tied his white hair back.

Sugoroku actually wore a wig to make his hair spiky like mine. For real, he had wavy gray hair that fell to his shoulders, and sometimes had it tied back as he worked. He also wore color contacts. His real eyes were blue.

"You mean you hope I get used to it," I joked.

He laughed again, before leaving. I stood there, bored and wondered what I should do know. Everthing was set up and I memorized my lines already, and I was already dressed. Then I figured maybe I should just sit at the snack bar and go over my lines for the thousandth time.

"(Low whistle) Trying to look sexy or something?"

I turned and smiled up at a grinning Malik.

"No, let's just say this was something I was forced to wear and know is my offical new clothes."

"I actually like it, shows your figure more."

"Now don't go gay on me," I warned.

Malik made a face.

"I'd rather kiss Isis then be one of those filthy perverts."

May not sound like much, but when your Malik, kissing is worse then death. I laughed as he scrowled at me.

"Well, anyway, I actually like your new wardrobe," he said as he plopped himself on the step stool, as I leaned on the counter.

"Don't get used to it, I won't be wearing if for long," I muttered.

"I'm hungry, want to grab a burger across the street?" he asked.

"I don't know, the director might need us."

"He doesn't need us know, and probably won't need us later, let's go!" and grabbed my arm as he dragged me out.

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Once we were back, the director was not happy and shoved me up into place as he glared at me then at Malik.

"Action!" he shouted.

I took a deep breath and started my lines as I faced Yami's hologram form, making myself seem sad and unsure.

"Would if I screw up again? Would if I do lose you?"

'That would be cool,' I thought, as I continued on.

After about two hours we heard the director shout.

"And cut! Since hungry and grumpy were gone so long, that's all we have time for! Dismissed!"

"Not my fault I was hungry," Malik grumbled, as he slipped off his seat and followed Isis, but gave a wave to me.

I giggled. Grumpy. It's true, I was always grumpy and know the nickname was stuck when ever the director got irritated. I was startled when I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up.

"Uh, hey Seto," I said.

"Great acting Yugi," he praised.

"Thanks, but it didn't really require much effort."

Suddenly Yami grabbed my arm and shoved me towards the exit.

"Go," he said.

"Sheesh, yes your highness, oh pharaoh," I grumbled as I went out the door.

'What's biting him?' I thought. ***************************************************************

I saw Seto near Yugi so I ended the conversation I was in and grabbed Yugi. I told him to leave and he did.

"What did you do that for? I was only complimenting him," Seto said.

"Stay away," I hissed.

"Oh, I see, you just want him all to yourself."

I was shocked.

"You hentai," I shouted. "He's my brother, baka! I would never!"

"Then why so pretective? Dont' tell me your starting to like Yugi."

I snorted.

"I hate him, and always will, but I warn you. Stay away."

And that was the end of the conversation. ***************************************************************

Mijikai: I don't know what brought me up to it, but I had it all figured in my head.

Seto: Why am I gay!

Mijikai: (Shrug) You were the only likely person I could think of.

Seto: (sulking) Not fair.

Yami: (laughing his head off) At least I'm not the yaoi one!

Mijikai: I could...

Yami: Ah! Don't!

Yugi: He better not be paired up with me. I'm his brother in this story for heavens sake! And for real I'm his loving aibou! He's my who knows great grandpa for heavens sake!

Mijikai: Yeah, scary huh?

Yugi: Now that you mention it, it is.

Mijikai: I really apologize for the long wait and I hope I have luck in updating real soon.