I LIVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEE!

Kinda.

Somebody tell my boss to stop scheduling me on graveyard and then having me open and do evenings in no particular order, six days a week. I'm having enough trouble sleeping, let alone actually writing something decent. However, I plan to make up for it by having an extra large chapter and concept art for Obeah for you guys for putting you through a two month wait. Sorry about that.

Now let's get on with the fic, shall we.

Official Disclaimer: I don't own it. Enough said.

Warnings: Profanity, lime, Yaoi (S/J, B/R, H/O, future YY/Y and M/M), symbolism and metaphor, and some definitely disturbing stuff.

Because you are you

"Mmmmmm…." So warm here, in the darkness, so peaceful. Jounouchi growled as he felt the tug that would bring him back to the world of consciousness and harsh light and fought it back. He wanted to keep sleeping; there was no pain here only rest. He wanted to stay.

Someone shook his shoulders none too gently. That someone was soon to be dead. Jounouchi aimed a punch in the direction he thought his tormentor was and was satisfied to hear a yelp and the sound of flesh hitting flesh. With a satisfied "Hmph" he turned and buried his head in his pillows.

And, as an afterthought, he snarled "I wanna sleep here. Go away!"

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Jounouchi Katsuya, morning person extraordinaire.

The person, at this point had been cursing in a strange language, began laughing sadistically and padded off to the kitchen, where the sound of running water could be heard. At least Jounouchi hoped it was the kitchen the intruder was invading.

In all respect, he really should have been prepared for what happened next.

He suddenly felt like he had dived into the Arctic Ocean.

"SHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!"

"God that's COLD!" Jounouchi leaped headfirst out of bed, soaking wet and thoroughly chilled, towards Yami Katsuya, who was practically rolling on the floor from laughter. Katsuya easily dodged which sent Jounouchi crashing to the floor.

"Well good morning to you too Sunshine," he teased, "how are we today?"

"I'm so going to kill you," Jounouchi growled.

"Can't. I'm already dead."

"I'll find a way…trust me." Jounouchi then peered around his yami into the kitchen. What he saw made his blood run cold. He began to shake uncontrollably.

"How much of that did you drink?!"

"Just a pot."

"A pot?!" Jounouchi's mind began running around in circles screaming not-good-not-good-not-good-not…

He desperately hoped that the answer to the equation of Katsuya plus caffeine high wasn't world destruction. Who knew what he would do in this state? The body count today would undoubtedly be high.

And a small corner of Jounouchi's logical mind whimpered that there wasn't any left for him. No fair!

With all thoughts of coffee deprivation shoved aside, Jounouchi staggered to the bathroom in hopes of a nice hot shower and prayed that when he got out, Katsuya would calm down a little.

Bang!

Okay, maybe not.

How long could a coffee high of that magnitude last anyways?

Clang! CRUNCH! BOOM!

Jounouchi whimpered.

Katsuya shrugged as he stared at the charred remains of the appliance. Metal and microwaves didn't mix apparently. Obviously there were a few holes in his knowledge that he'd managed to gleam from observing his host's day to day life and browsing through his memories. Speaking of said hikari…Jounouchi would throw a fit when he saw this. Then again, he really didn't give a damn what his hikari thought anyway…so everything was cool. It wasn't if Jounouchi couldn't fix the blown fuse.

He bounced (since bouncing around seemed oddly appropriate to do) over to the fridge and snagged some leftover yakisoba and chopsticks and dug in. The food was…alright…strange to Katsuya's taste buds…but perfectly edible. What he wouldn't do for some plump dates though. They had always been a personal favorite of his since he was a child.

The sounds of water running in the bathroom stopped and the sounds of a hairdryer began. And underlying those sounds was Jounouchi's muttered cursing. His eyes turned to the newspaper lying on the table; given to him by the child dropping them door to door (The child had looked shaken after handing him the paper, Katsuya wondered. All he had done was smile at the kid.). The headlines screamed "Ten Missing in Domino. Foul Play Suspected." Katsuya frowned thoughtfully. They were making a really big deal about it in his opinion. Why would they care about the disappearance of some blood-thirsty thugs? Drawing on Jounouchi's knowledge, he had gained the ability to read and write the language of the land where his host was. This was…troubling. Though he didn't think there was any evidence around that could incriminate Jounouchi (the killings, after all had taken place in the shadow realm, and he had taken pains not to be seen heading back to the apartment afterwards) And it would be doubtful that the gang members would have spoken to others about going after Jounouchi; they had, after all, had been planning to kill him, and wouldn't want anything to incriminate them. But what if one slipped up somehow…

Katsuya took the paper and carefully put it away in a cupboard. He would show it to his hikari …later.

Jounouchi didn't need to be troubled by it right now.

He was going to hit the roof anyways.

As if on cue, a nervous Jounouchi poked his head around the kitchen door and immediately fixed his gaze on what remained of his microwave.

Three…

Two…

One…

"OH SHIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTT!"

Now was a good time to duck and run for cover.

"Interesting…" Bakura smirked, "very interesting. Ten men gone without a trace and no one has any clue as to why. Last seen on the day Yami and I sensed the Shadow powers at work. This can't be a coincidence. The two events are linked and I suspect the Pharaoh will put it together as soon as he sees this newspaper." Bakura stretched and watched his hikari quietly nibble the small bowl of rice in front of him and down endless cups of strong tea and smirked. The reshaping of his hikari was going nicely, if he did say so himself. Ryou was such a weak mewling creature beforehand; indeed it had taken months to accept this boy was, indeed, his incarnate, but as a master smith tempers steel, he was forging this boy into a being that could be ruthless enough to survive in this world, and, as a bonus, be a tool he could use at whim.

And use him he would.

The potential had been there at the beginning; the promise of strength in untested muscle, intelligence and quick wit, and most importantly of all, untapped seeds of anger and hatred borne of persecution by those stronger than he was. Ryou scrunched his nose as he stole a quick peak at the paper but did not say a word. Instead he went back to picking at his rice. Bakura took a moment to study the slender form in front of him. Pretty…very pretty. All mine, pretty, and you know it too. His fingers snaked underneath the table and began possessively stroking Ryou's thigh. Hooded eyes rose to meet his, and Bakura knew he saw the spark of the same possessiveness dance in those eyes as well. He had molded Ryou, not broken him. Someone who would blindly follow him and mindlessly obey his every whim would get boring after a while. Ryou's assertiveness had increased under Bakura's 'tutelage' and Bakura found he rather enjoyed this new side of Ryou.

In moderation.

Ryou's breath hitched. Bakura's hand had traveled higher…

Bakura smirked. Ryou glared, but that quickly subsided as an equally lustful expression replaced the slight irritation over having breakfast interrupted. A low purr escaped the boy's throat.

All thoughts of breakfast were forgotten.

A few seconds later the rice went flying as Bakura pounced.

Jounouchi slipped on a pair of sunglasses as he exited the appliance store into blinding light and crushing pedestrian traffic.

"AH!"

A mother with a baby stroller nearly broadsided him. He yelped and threw himself to the side, only to have a herd of giggling schoolgirls come at him head on. Jounouchi blanched and with all his speed and agility swerved out of the way. However moving in the crowd was difficult, and more often than not, to avoid being stampeded on, he found himself herded towards the downtown section of Domino.

"Arg! Bastard! Watch where you put your fucking feet!"

Jounouchi's only response was to flip off the man whose foot he had slightly stepped on before brushing past. Normally he would apologize, but since the man was so rude about the whole incident, he could rot in hell for all he cared.

Suddenly a shadow blocked all light from the street. Jounouchi looked up and gasped. Looming above him was the Kaiba Corp skyscraper, a concoction of steel, glass, and concrete that easily dwarfed anything else that Domino had to offer. He felt a chill as he stared at the region where he thought Kaiba's office was.

It was almost like he was being watched.

Who's there?

/To our right. /

Jounouchi peered out of the corner of his eye in the direction his yami had indicated. Nothing…just normal, boring, pedestrians doing their normal, boring, business…

Wait a sec.

There was a man with a paper on a bench – staring at him. Your ordinary suit, considering if normal meant accessorizing with earpiece, tiny microphone that fit on your collar, and God knew how many other high tech goodies. Jounouchi's sharp eyes noticed a bulge in the impeccably arranged suit.

So he was packing.

Jounouchi began to sweat.

I don't like this…no, no, no…time to go now…He nonchalantly turned around, trying to keep calm and began slowly walking in the opposite direction.

Towards Kaiba Corp.

/Ah…Jounouchi…what are you doing? /

Getting away from that creep!

/Ya know…that Seto Kaiba of yours employs security guards. He's probably just doing his job watching you…protecting Kaiba's high tech toys and all. So chill and walk in the other direction…you're drawing way too much notice to yourself right now. /

 His job isn't to just watch me and ignore everyone else. Jounouchi snorted as he angled his path to take himself to an arcade that lay in Kaiba Corp.'s shadow. But you're right…Much as he hated to admit it, walking towards Seto's little sanctuary was a very, very, stupid thing to do. Of course he was going to be watched; they watched everyone who even approached the skyscraper. Why should he be different?

He had freaked pure and simple. But why, he didn't know…Not too long ago he could have strolled past that building, with all its guards, fingered them all and not even flinched. Now if someone even looked at him wrong he broke out into a cold sweat.

But why?

A newspaper lying on a bench riveted his attention as he passed, or more particularly, its headlines. Jounouchi froze.

Oh yeah, how could I forget.

Enter one frustrated mental sigh from Katsuya. This was heading into an all too familiar conversation. / Get over it Jounouchi. It's done. It's over. They're DEAD! Move on and stop moping. Don't forget, they wanted to kill you! /

Oh yeeesss, I know, I know… Jounouchi hissed back. Unfortunately I still have a little problem with my conscience. See it keeps telling me that slaughtering people like cattle and then laughing about it is wrong. Unlike you, I haven't managed to slay it yet.

/ And now you freak out at the littlest things. Not everyone's out to get you. But that's not what's driving you crazy, is it? You're not afraid of a fight, and I hate to admit it, you can take care of yourself. /

/Ah…yes…of course; you're afraid the other person or people will come out of it dead. /

Jounouchi trembled.

/ The truth sucks, doesn't it. I won't lie…I'll do what needs to be done. If it makes you feel any better, I'll kill whoever threatens us quickly and painlessly. I promise. But if they don't show any mercy, I won't either. /

He sank to the bench, all strength draining out of his limbs. He quietly removed his sunglasses and replaced them in his pocket.

/ Tell me you wouldn't do any different if it was Yugi in danger…or dear Anzu…or Honda…or Seto. If it came to it, you would kill to protect them, wouldn't you? /

A defeated sigh.

Yes…

He was going to be sick.

/ They are dead. You are alive. So live. /

The expression on Seto's face matched that of a cat that got the whole fucking aviary and a handful of mice to boot. He carefully sipped his tea and peered into the grid of monitors that lined one wall of his office. The image displayed in one held his particular attention; a blond slumped on a bench outside his building, a troubled grimace marring his handsome features.

"Ah Jounouchi, what are you doing here?" He smirked. Of all the luck…Well this saved him the trouble of tracking the pup down himself.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw his flunky shift on another bench not too far away as he tried to remain inconspicuous to the general public. It wasn't working however. Jounouchi had obviously noticed Takei and kept stealing little glances at him when he knew the guard wasn't paying attention to him.

So he knew he was being watched.

Intriguing.

This would make things a tad easier.

"Takei!" Seto snapped into the communicator pinned onto his trench lapel.

There was the faint crackle of static and then a questioning "Sir?" came through.

"There is a blond teenager sitting a few meters away from you. His name is Jounouchi Katsuya. I want you to bring him to me as we have a little matter to discuss. Do try to be diplomatic here; the last thing I want is for him to be in one of his disagreeable moods when I see him." The unspoken threat hung between them and the last thing Takei wanted was Kaiba in one of those disagreeable moods.

"Y-yes sir." The transmission shut off with an audible click.

Seto unconsciously licked his lips and watched as Takei rose off the bench and Jounouchi stiffened slightly, then rose himself and settled in what could only be a fighting stance. The blond's instincts were quite good, he had to admit. Jounouchi knew something was up.

He turned towards and stared where the surveillance camera was hidden. Gold eyes narrowed. Then Jounouchi whirled to face the slowly approaching Takei who immediately stopped and raised both hands.

Oh yes, he knew

Jounouchi cocked his head to the side as he listened, and curtly nodded once. Takei slumped visibly in relief. As Jounouchi turned to face the camera, though it must have been a trick of the light, it seemed to Seto his eyes flashed the color of blood.

Seto felt his blood chill. For a second…

"Lord Set?"

"Yes Captain?" A figure stood silhouetted in the doorway. I make a beckoning motion with my hand and Jounouchi-who-is-not-Jounouchi kneels in front of me.

"You don't have to kneel in front of me." I whisper.

Jounouchi looks up at me shocked, which slowly melts into a wistful expression full of sadness and longing.

Yet he says nothing.

"You're taking a great risk in seeing me."

"I know..."

"Then why?"

"To let you know I'm still loyal to you."

"You're still loyal to my cousin, the Pharaoh."

I can see Jounouchi's heart breaking. His eyes well with tears he refuses to shed. "That I am"

"If it comes down to it…if you have to?" I ask hollowly.

"I'll make it quick…" The Pharaoh is his master after all. He glances to the dagger strapped at his side and then at his chest. And so am I.

He caresses the side of my face with his hand. A bold move, one forbidden to him because of his lower status to mine. It has been a long time since I cared about that with him.

Jounouchi makes a choking noise and rushes out of the room.

I'm sorry too.

Seto shivered and scrambled to compose himself. Jounouchi was coming and he wouldn't show any weakness that the blonde could use against him later.

Why was this happening to him?

He had to stop this…NOW! Before he went totally insane!

The whirling and grinding noise of the elevator gears alerted Seto to Jounouchi's imminent arrival. Quickly he keyed on his intercom and instructed Yukino to herd Jounouchi in as soon as he stepped into the waiting room.

There was a ding and a few seconds later one of the massive and ornately carved doors opened. Yukino, shifting nervously and adjusting her glasses every few seconds, waved one of her hands to usher in an unseen person outside the door.

Jounouchi cautiously stepped around the mousy woman and peered into the den of the dragon himself. He had been here only once before, when Yugi's grandfather had come here to duel Kaiba for possession of the fourth Blue Eyes White Dragon. He had seen Kaiba rip up the card on this very threshold.

He shivered. Why would Seto want him here? Sure there had been the matter of that little invite, but Jounouchi had hardly thought he'd been serious.

Scratch that then.

"Come in mutt. I don't bite."

"Sure you don't Kaiba…" Jounouchi said sarcastically as he stepped in, keeping an eye out for any nasty surprises, "but just in case I'll stay here."

The door slammed behind him ominously. Jounouchi winced. Locked in.

Seto raised an eyebrow at that. "Why don't you sit down Jounouchi?" He gestured to a sofa nestled up against one wall of the office, "You look…uncomfortable."

"Considering that the last time I was here we had to carry Yugi's grandfather out on a stretcher, I am." He folded his arms warily as he strode up to look Seto in the eye. "Let's get to it Kaiba. What do you want from me? I doubt you called me up here for my conversation skills." Jounouchi felt a slight burst of pain as he said those words, but it was true. Kaiba obviously wanted something from him. He didn't want him…

"Straight to the point, eh, Jounouchi?" He could have sworn for a second that disappointment floated across Seto's face. "Very well." He unlocked the briefcase on his desk and pulled a bizarre fusion of disk and bent dueling board. It looked somewhat similar to the dueling disk system he had been crushed by in Duelist Kingdom. Is it what I think it is? "I wanted to show you this."

"It's a dueling disk system, isn't it?" His voice was tinged with awe. Had he seen his reflection, he would have noticed the steady change of the color of his eyes from normal gold to red. The yami was peering out his eyes, quietly observing the other boy in front of them.

"Yes…I suppose you recognize the design from the prototype I used at Duelist Kingdom."

"Yeah…those two duels are kind of hard to forget." Again the pain struck his heart…

He sagged to his knees as Kaiba loomed over him, his taunts ringing in his ears, the black cloud of humiliation and defeat consuming him from the inside out. He was withering, the world was darkening before him, he couldn't breathe as that voice debased him and assured him of his lack of worth. And then the world seemed to blur as he found himself staring at the man he hated as he hated Pegasus, standing on that ledge, vulnerable, daring Yugi-who-couldn't-be-Yugi, goading him, into making his final strike on the Blue Eyes Ultimate Dragon, obliterating it, and in the process sending Kaiba to his death. So much was on the line…so much…and in the haze and anger that had become his mind, he wished for Yugi to end it all…maybe then things would get better…and maybe…just maybe…he would gain a little peace.

And then he'd seen Shizuka.

Her ghostly form stood next to the dragon, and she turned and looked at Jounouchi pityingly. She shook her head, unseen to all else, and mouthed the word 'no'. Then, head held defiantly high, she joined Seto on the ledge. If he fell, so would she.

He then remembered Mokuba and why Seto was actually there. All traces of hate were drowned by the realization that wishing and wanting his death would make him just as great a monster as Pegasus. His expression turned to one of horror as Yugi seemed to grapple with the decision whether or not to blow away the dragon, Seto, and the mirage of Shizuka.

He didn't strike.

Shizuka smiled and faded away.

Jounouchi blinked and the memories disappeared and he was left staring at the duel disk. He caught a glimpse of himself reflected back on the polished surface and realized that Katsuya was very close to coming out and taking over. His eyes were almost completely red. Only the barest hint of gold remained at the fringes of his irises. He hadn't even noticed the yami emerging.

He hadn't noticed.

At all.

You're NOT going to…

At this a wave of sorrow and desperate longing that was not his rocked Jounouchi and left him shaking. He gasped and fell to his knees.

/ Set… /

"Jounouchi!!! Are you okay!"

Jounouchi belatedly realized that this was the first time that Katsuya had actually seen Seto Kaiba. All the other times he'd been around, Katsuya had been sleeping or something very much like it. It was true that Seto and the High Priest bore an uncanny resemblance to each other (the only difference being that the Priest's skin was deeply tanned while Seto's was not)…but it couldn't be…Katsuya couldn't believe

Oh shit.

He distantly felt his shoulders being shaken roughly and looked up. Seto gasped, and backed up slightly. His face was filled with terror, disbelief…and recognition.

"Who are you?"

Jounouchi felt an ember of hope flare up in Katsuya and he threw all his strength into keeping Katsuya from taking over, but it was as effective as trying to stop a wave from breaking over the sand.

Don't hurt him!

With that the world faded away.

"Who are you?"

The simple phrase echoed in Katsuya's ears. How could he not know who he was? Here was the incarnate of Set staring at him like he was a total stranger.

But to him you are a stranger…Jounouchi interjected as gently as he could from his soul room. Katsuya was flooded by the fear his other felt for the boy in front of him. Jounouchi was trembling at the thought that Seto Kaiba might be harmed or worse in this encounter. Funny how protective his hikari was of his arch-rival. Listen, he may be his incarnate just like I'm yours, but that doesn't mean that he's actually Set. His soul might not be in there with Seto's…Jounouchi's mental voice trailed off as he and Katsuya noticed that Seto was beginning to snap out of the shock they had put him into.

This wouldn't be pretty.

But he had to know.

The Millennium Ankh began to glimmer with a soft golden light and Katsuya snatched it from around his neck and pressed it to Seto's forehead before the other even had a chance to react. The Item flashed once and then Katsuya felt like he was being sucked down a drainpipe as he was funneled through the item into Seto's soul room.

Everything went white.

When his vision cleared, he found himself in a large chamber that branched out into many passageways, each lined with innumerable doors. The walls were made of a silvery-white reflective metal, and seemingly the only light in the room came from weirdly glowing pictograms engraved on their surfaced. Katsuya stepped closer to gain a better look and discovered the glyphs were in fact mostly hieroglyphics, with a scattering of hieratic through it. He could not read either form of the ancient Egyptian; he had been a lowly craftsman in his village, hewing and shaping wood into furniture and chests, not a merchant, and thus not required to learn how to read and write hieratic, the common written language used in trade throughout the kingdom. As for the hieroglyphics, only priests, officials and the Pharaoh had any real use for them, so they were the only ones required to learn about them.

Squeak.

Katsuya jumped back and held back a relieved laugh when he saw he stepped on. Underfoot had been a small bear, dusty and covered with cobwebs. Narrowing his eyes, he swept his gaze to find more toys propped in the corners of the chambers, suffering from similar neglect. He felt a surge of pity for Seto Kaiba. Here was a man who had to grow up too soon.

Continuing his inspection, Katsuya found quickly in the very center of the chamber, a pedestal, made of carved white marble dragons, supporting a framed photo of a child with a thick mop of black hair. / The brother… / The picture itself sparkled with light, chasing the darkness away.

Katsuya supposed the doors in the hallways led to memories, but he had pried enough. He wasn't going to violate this man's privacy any further. He had come here for a specific reason and he had wasted enough time gawking. He raised the Ankh high above his head and sent its power throughout the soul room, searching, seeking, looking for any trace of the man he'd carried a forbidden love for.

What he found made him want to weep.

Yes, it was true that Seto Kaiba was Lord Set's incarnate, and all Set's memories and knowledge were here as well, locked away from Seto's conscious knowledge, but that was all. Set himself wasn't here. 

He fell to his knees. Why had he even bothered to hope? He had, after all, taken part in the events that lead up to the botched sealing of the Shadow Realm and his accidental imprisonment in the Ankh. He had seen what had happened to Set with his own eyes…

/ All thanks to that bloody thief. / he thought bitterly. Liquid began to trickle down his cheeks and splash on the floor.

He just didn't want to believe

With a flick of his wrist he erased Seto's memories of his presence, purging everything after Seto had pulled out the duel disc, and then sent himself hurtling back to his own soul room.

Are you okay?

/ I don't wanna talk about it. / he snapped back at Jounouchi. His host wisely let the subject drop though he could just feel the concern ooze from Jounouchi, concern for Kaiba and concern for…him? What the…why would Jounouchi even care? He was pretty sure that the other boy only saw him as an annoyance, indeed to him, Jounouchi was a irritating but necessary part of life, who thought little about what came out of his mouth, and even less of his own self worth. Sometimes he wanted to take a rolled up newspaper to that boy…

Perhaps he'd thought wrong.

Perhaps not.

/ I don't need your concern Jounouchi. You couldn't possibly understand. /

Sure I couldn't, Jounouchi muttered bitterly. The face of a girl with long brown hair and bright blue eyes flashed across their mindscape. How could I possibly know…

But Katsuya had no reply for this as both noticed Seto was waking up from what Katsuya had done.

Room…spinning…head…throbbing…There's a face in front of me…Jounouchi?

Seto Kaiba blinked as he propped himself up and immediately voiced the first thought that came to mind.

"What the hell am I doing on the floor!" he growled, a slight flush staining his cheeks. Had he passed out? The last thing he remembered doing was showing Jounouchi the new duel disk and then everything after was a curious blank. Then a more horrifying realization occurred to him. He had passed out in front of Jounouchi! The best friend of his arch-rival! Seto could already envision Jounouchi telling everyone about his little episode, telling Yugi! His carefully wrought reputation would be in tatters because of the dog! He spat out carpet fibers that had somehow found themselves into his mouth. How could he have been so weak?

Jounouchi seemed to sense the thoughts running through his head as well; he backed up several paces and raised his hands in a placating gesture. Seto relaxed slightly and Jounouchi took a couple of tentative steps forward, carefully, as if he was approaching a wounded and highly dangerous beast.

He wordlessly held out a hand.

At first, Seto considered slapping it away but that impulse faded as he realized that Jounouchi was truly making a sincere gesture. Grasping onto it, he noticed it was warm and strong; Jounouchi having a grip that equaled his own.

"I won't tell anyone."

Eyes are often said to be windows to the soul. When Seto looked into Jounouchi's, he could see the understanding of his own inner turmoil and he knew Jounouchi wouldn't breathe a word about what had transpired. They were both men of pride after all. As well, he knew if he found the roles reversed, with Jounouchi in the embarrassing situation, Seto would keep his peace…for once. It seemed a promise had been forged in those scant seconds.

This would not be spoken of again.

"How's it different?" Jounouchi asked, steering their focus towards the duel disk again.

Seto smirked, "Well for one thing it has projectile holographic projectors, so the need for any dueling arena is eliminated, and the players can duel in any setting they choose. Monster cards are placed directly on the board…" he indicated five card shaped sensors on the surface of the board, "…while magic and trap cards are placed in slots running along the edge…as for its other attributes, a practical demonstration would speak for them more clearly than I could."

"…Practical…demonstration?" A hint of trepidation crept onto Jounouchi's face. "You mean…?"

"Why yes," again Seto smirked predatorily, "You have often wished for a rematch against me, so here's your chance. Unless you are afraid…"

Jounouchi's face darkened and he violently shook his head 'no'.

"So then, let's duel."

Triste I'm glad you think Katsuya is cool. Yeah, he is kinda violent, isn't he? Ah well. Heh, heh, heh, I'm glad you like the Honda/Otogi/Miho scene. There will be more of those to come, for the simple reason not many people write about them. Amai Shinigami, I promise to update more, sooner, if that problem I mention at the beginning of this chapter manages to clear up soon. Cookies? Thank you, I love cookies. Shi-koi, yanno, I've always thought that the relationship between Katsuya and Jounouchi was a bit like Sai and Hikaru's from Hikaru no Go, although with a much more ruthless and bloodthirsty Sai (who's read the manga or seen the anime anyway? Just curious…) Not as psychotic? Err….most of the time no. And yes, there will be more Yami/Bakura interactions. In fact, next chapter they…~shuts up~ silgi, is this enough Katsuya for you? My, everyone seems to like him. Evil Windstar and Larania, I promise to update when I can. Luki Dimension thanks very much for your nice words. Echo, perhaps, perhaps not ~secretive smirk~ Jadej.j, I know you'll enjoy what I have planned. But I'm not telling. Taito-kisses, I don't think he's calmed down quite yet. In fact…I believe…he's just getting started. ~ominous thunder~ Blue Lagoon Loon, you love Katsuya too? Man the boy charms everyone. Thanks for saying this is fleshing out very well…that's the best compliment I've received. Jou-pup, I think he does too. More Katsuya, just because you asked. The link to the art is below, if anybody wants to check out more of my work, just remove the /obeah from the address and that will take you directly to the entrance page to my site.

Alright, next time on Obeah, it's the moment everyone's been waiting for: Seto and Jou finally face off. But, will Katsuya interfere…and how?! Also we find out what Yami and Yugi have been doing all this time and we see that Yami truly defines the term 'sexcellent'. But the real question is, how long can Jounouchi keep the presence of Katsuya a secret, and should he?

Conceptual art can be found at: iridium(dot)eigomanga(dot)net(slash)obeah. Just replace the bracketed slashes and dots with the real thing, okay?