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This is like an alternate universe so, things will but different when it comes to the past.
Hope you like this chapter, I'll try to write more about Seto and Yami.
Mine
"You're my blessing in disguise
You're mine (You're mine)
You're mine (You're mine)"
Taproot
Darkness greeted a tired soul and he drifted into a dreamless sleep, and for that he was thankful. Thou, he had his eyes closed part of him was aware of his surroundings. He knew his head was resting on someone's shoulders. He felt safe and at peace, almost a familiar feeling, so he dismissed it as being Mokuba, but what the light pressure he felt on his side. Was that Mokuba? He was confused and wanted to find out, who made him feel like this, but his eyes would not obey, he felt the car stop and a gentle hand touch his check.
His eyes fluttered opened and he saw a pair of violent and gold eyes smiling at him.
"We're here Seto," Yugi stated.
Seto lifted his handed and noticed, the light pressure moved lightly. He looked and saw a sleeping Mokuba. Mokuba? He turned to see, Yami looking at him, with worry in his eyes. Yami?
"Seto do you feel any better?" Yami asked.
Seto nodded and Yami smiled with relief, he had been worried about him?
"Seto?" a sleep voice called him away from the ruby eyed Egyptian.
He turned to see, a tired little boy looking up at him.
"Are you feeling better?" he echoed.
Seto smiled.
"Yes, much better," Seto answered with a small smile.
"Good," Mokuba cheered.
They all got out of the car, and they encountered a cold and chilling wind. The snow had kicked in, and was falling down upon them. They all got inside and were met by a warm fire, and warm surroundings. In front of them, the rest of the group waited sitting in sofa and chairs in the living room. Mr. Motou was in the kitchen, apparently talking to someone on Tea's cell phone.
"Are you feeling better?" a sweet, young strawberry blonde asked Seto. Seto had never really met her, but he was certain that she was Serenity, Joey's little sister, who had about in their last two tournaments. Next to her, Tristan was close, very close.
"Yes," Seto answered politely.
Joey had been looking at him suspiciously, with Bakura crossing his arms in frustration. Neat less to say, Joey soon turned his attention to his once again angry lover, trying to plead with him. Seto eyed them in confusion. He soon turned to see, Tea glaring daggers at him. What was her problem? He asked himself again.
"Well, Seto, you look like you feel better" Mr. Motou said gently as he handed Tea back her phone.
"That was my friend; he said it's going to get a very cold tonight, so we should decide who is going to sleep where. There are four bedrooms, and one has a single bed and bunk beds, so three can stay there. Then two could slept here in the living room," Mr. Motou said.
It had been decided that Tea and Serenity would get one room, Yugi and Ryou another, Joey and Bakura another and Mr. Motou would get the single bed. All that was left was Tristan, Yami, Seto and Mokuba.
"You guys can get the bunk beds?" Seto offered.
"No you guys can get the bunk beds?" Tristan challenged.
"No, its okay you guys can have them," Mokuba said.
"No, you guys should have it," Yami stated.
"No, we insist that you guys get them," Seto said.
"It's okay, you can get them," Tristan said.
"Are we going to fight over this?" Yami asked.
Everyone just smiled.
Yugi had disappeared in to the kitchen and can back out, with four toothpicks in hand.
"Here I found these in the kitchen, two of them have a blue tip and two of them have a green tip. Who every gets the green tip can sleep in the bunk beds," Yugi stated.
"Okay," they said in unison.
They all chose one, and pulled them out. Well, everyone was surprised by the outcome. The two who would have the bunk beds were none other than Mokuba and Tristan? Yami and Seto would be rooming together, well sort of. Everyone stayed listen at the surprise outcome. Tea just looked in shock, and was about to make a comment when, Bakura eyed a warning not to start anything. Tea reluctantly kept her mouth shut, when she remembered the angry look Yami gave her.
"Well, this is a surprise, isn't it?" Mr. Motou stated.
"Why don't you put your luggage in the room, while I start dinner? Seto and Yami can kept their clothes in our room," Mr. Motou said as he disappeared outside to acquire his luggage from the van. They all just stayed quiet and followed Mr. Motou outside to same thing as Mr. Motou. Once they got their suitcases, they placed them in the room and went back to the living room. Mr. Motou was in the kitchen chopping up some vegetables.
Seto quietly walked in, and looked at what he was making. It looked like soup.
"Well, Seto, what can I do for you?" the elderly man asked.
Seto looked at him strangely, he seemed so kind, did he not hold a grudge for destroying his Blue Eyes White Dragon? Seto had not told anyone but he kept the card that he destroyed, hoping to convince Pegasus to remake a new one for the elderly man but he didn't. The stubborn man wanted him to suffer for his past like him.
"Just came to see if you needed help," Seto said.
"Why, yes. Thank you, you can cut up some of these vegetables for me, while I get the chicken from the refrigerator," Mr. Motou said. He moved a side and went to obtain the chicken and Seto picked up from where Mr. Motou had left off. As soon as Mr. Motou came back he saw Seto cutting the vegetables with ease and was nearly done.
"You've very good. I've been cooking all my life, I don't thick I could ever cut with such ease," Mr. Motou said with amazement.
"It just something, I've been able to do since I have been young," Seto said.
"Seto's always been a great cook, since I can remember," Mokuba said as he sat one a stool near the counter.
Seto just smiled and continued to cut. He quickly finished and moved on to the chicken.
"You can sit down, Mr. Motou, I can finish the meal," Seto said.
He was very good at this. Mr. Motou smiled and took a seat, he was getting to old to be staying so much, and the young man looked like he knew what he was doing so he could finish it. The rest of the group had gather at the counter and just watched.
"Be care he may try to poison us," a jealous Tea stated.
"Why would I try to poison this, Mokuba is going to eat it this too, now if it was just you..." Seto said smugly.
Tea was about to say something, when Yami, told her she was asking for it.
"Do you need any Seto?" Yugi asked.
"Well I guess, you could set up the table," Seto answered.
"Okay" Yugi said as went to the kitchen and retrieved all of the silverware and the bowels with glass and so forth. The rest of the group helped while Seto finished the soup. Everyone's mouth watered when they could smell soup.
"Told you, Seto was a great cook," Mokuba said.
Seto poured the soup into a serving bowel and took it to the table. Everyone eat it hungrily. Not they were hungry but it was just that good. Everyone just sat back once they were finished.
"My boy, wherever did you learn how to cook like that?" Mr. Motou asked.
"I don't know, it just something I've always done, I suppose I could have picked it up, for my mother," Seto said solemnly.
Mr. Motou's eyes soften; he had known that Seto and Mokuba were adoptive. Everyone remain quiet that is until someone opened their mouth.
"I'm bored why, don't we have a duel," Tea stated.
As rude as it sounded, it was a good idea.
"Alright, who duels who?" Yugi asked.
"I want to duel Kaiba," Joey stated.
"Sorry Joey, not in the mood, you can duel Yami or Yugi," Seto said.
"Come on, chicken afraid I'm going to beat you," Joey said smugly.
"No, I just don't feel like humiliating you in front of your sister," Seto replied.
"Why, you..," Joey started.
"I'll duel you, Joey," Mokuba said.
"Uh," Joey was struck dumb.
"I duel come on," Mokuba stated.
"Ah, Mokuba, I don't think is fair for me to duel you," Joey said.
"Come on, afraid," Mokuba teased.
"Alright you're on," Joey said.
Author's Notes: I know some of the story is predictable, sorry about that. And sorry I didn't write a lot about Yami and Seto. I promise the next chapter will have plenty of Yami and Seto romance.