Sorry I didn't have any Seto and Yami romance in the other chapter but I hope this one can make up for it. There more romance about them and we start to see a much more darker side of Tea.
In the other chapters she was just annoying, but now she vicious, on the verge of psychotic.
There's more about their past in this one too.
Mine
Yami watched as Seto continued to help Mr. Motou with the meal.
The snow had stopped and everyone was off in their own little worlds. He had noticed Joey and Bakura had been gone for a long time, he hope all went well for them. For as much as he disliked Bakura, Joey loved him ten times more. He made Joey happy; he wanted his friend to be happy.
Yami thought of how soul mates seem to find each other, no matter what the circumstances.
He frowned when he thought back, and remembered a certain girl doing everything in her power to make him fall in love with her. The insufferable girl was the same now as she was back then. Always flirting, always insulting, and pretending to be nice, until she got what she wanted or gave up.
She would never learn, Yami was sitting on the table deep in thought, he hadn't noticed the azure eyed beauty who sat beside him. Seto had noticed the serious look on Yami's face when he came back form talking with Bakura.
He found it strange, how he could never come to say anything mean to the spirit of the Millennium Ring. He knew of the things he and done, but apart of Seto always thought he wasn't that bad. Seto always felt a connection with Bakura, like he knew what if felt like to be him, but Seto always thought that was silly.
Seto waited for a moment to see if Yami noticed he was there but he didn't.
"Yami is something wrong?" a voice that enchanted him asked.
He turned to a worried Seto, for a moment he could almost see him, in his favorite outfit, the white one. Thou Yami had a favorite look for him too, and it didn't require clothes. His beloved, his most precious treasure, he could still remember the day when his father gave him as a gift. Fortunately when he became Pharaoh, he barely had Setti speaking to him.
He had given Setti the choice of staying with him, or going free.
He chose to stay.
"I'm alright," Yami said and moved his hand to where Seto had placed his and slid under it to intertwine his fingers with Seto's.
Seto did not protest nor pulled away. He simply followed Yami's actions by tightening the hold.
Yami looked in his eyes and just wanted to kiss him so much, and tell him about them, of their past, of their possible future. How he wished he had the courage to tell him? But want if Seto was not ready for this.
It felt nice to hold is warm hand like this, sweet and innocent, like he was back then, like he truly is now. Yami looked into his eyes for a moment and wonder how much of his memories were hidden in them.
"Why don't all of you go outside and play with the snow?" Mr. Motou asked the group drawing Seto's and Yami's attention.
"That would be great," Ryou said.
The group had already changed in to clean clothes and freshened up a bit.
It was then that the group noticed Bakura and Joey coming out of the hall in new clothes, while Bakura's hair was slightly damped as well as Joey's.
"What's going on?" Joey asked.
"We're going outside to play in the snow." Yugi said innocently.
Bakura smirked and linked with his light.
You two are such good actors, if I didn't know any better I would actually believe you two were that innocent Bakura said.
Ryou just pouted and tighten his hold on a confused Yugi, then grinned, a trademark that he had picked up from Bakura.
"Serenity, maybe you could fix hair a bit, he could get sick if he went out like that," Ryou said.
Bakura narrowed his eyes at his light; he was rubbing off on him.
Serenity said it was true, and got up and pulled Bakura to her room, followed by Joey.
The rest of the group just laughed when they heard a blow drier.
They decided to wait, for the rest to come back out. Yami had stayed by Seto's side as the group gathered and chanted. They talked about school and Duel Monsters all to pass the time away.
"Done," Serenity said cheerfully as she walked into the living room, followed by her brother with his hair dry.
The group turned to Bakura with his hair neatly done in a tight pony tail, with his bangs let out. He looked very nice, if one didn't know better, Bakura could pass off as a girl, with all the right make up and clothes that is.
"Okay let's go out side," Tristan said.
Everyone stood, except for Tea.
"Guys, hello, what am I going to do?" Tea asked with a yawn.
"Maybe you should go take a nap," Mokuba said.
"No. I want to go outside," Tea said as he looked at Yami and Seto.
"Mr. Motou, do you need any more help?" Seto asked.
"Oh, it's okay, my boy, I can hand it. Besides everything done, we just need the turkey, and that need two more hours, go on. Besides I plan to sit on the deck for sometime," Mr. Motou smile.
"Tea, you could be on the deck with Mr. Motou," Joey said.
"Oh, okay," Tea said. She wanted to be with another of the Motou family. She thought to her self, and was about to ask Yami to help her to the deck when someone beat her.
"Come on, Seto and Yami, let's go outside," Mokuba ran and dragged both of them out the door before she could say a word.
Ryou and Yugi followed with Bukura and Joey.
Tristan and Serenity offered Tea some help but she refused, she slowly got up and walked outside and waited until Mr. Motou brought two chairs outside. They sat and watched as the group ran and played in the snow.
She looked at Tristan and Serenity; they were making snow angels, while Joey and Bakura were playing snowball fights with Ryou and Yugi. She scanned around and narrowed her eyes when she came across a certain someone.
A tall and lean, blue eyed boy. She wanted to hiss, when she saw Yami was with him. Yami, Mokuba, and he were making a snowman. She wanted to scream as Yami was get closer to him.
"It's not his fault," a gentle voice said.
Tea turned to look at Mr. Motou, who was looked at the playful scene before him.
"What?" Tea asked.
"It's not his fault. Seto's, it not his fault that Yami doesn't love you, and it's not Yami's fault, either," Mr. Motou said.
"Then who's is it? Mine?" Tea asked furiously.
"No, it no ones fault," Mr. Motou said.
Tea narrowed her eyes and stood up.
"Well, it someone's fault, and I know who's it is," Tea hissed and made her way to the door and walked inside. She walked to the sofa, and sat down.
Ludicrous old man, how dare he say it's not his fault? Of course it's his fault, who else's could it be. Certainly not mine, that freak. I knew it. He wanted to ruin my vacation. He must be jealous of me, so he decided to steel away my Yami. Oh, he is going to pay, I'll make sure of it Tea thought.
Tea stood from the sofa and was about to go in to her room, when she noticed a blue light shine. She turned looked closely and walked to the Christmas tree, his ornament. Tea smiled wickedly and looked at the door and the window to make sure no one was looking. The door was close and so was the window, partly fog up so no one could really look inside.
She took hold of the figure in her hands. It truly did look like Seto, Tea made a face of disgust.
How anyone could think that bony, plain, ugly boy is pretty is beyond my comprehension. When they could look at erotic beauties such as myself and Yami, Tea thought to herself.
She held the item for a bit and then slowly dropped it!
The little figure crashed on to the floor, breaking in two.
"Ooppss," Tea said in mock innocence and walked away.
"You really should be more careful how you hang things Seto," Tea laughed.
She went to her room and snickered as she flopped onto her bed.
Well, that made her day.
She closed her eyes and wanted to the time to come.
The group had noticed that Tea had gone inside, all thinking she must be tried. They all continued with what they were doing.
Once the snowman was complete, Yugi invited them to play, Mokuba accepted but Yami and Seto turned them down and sat down on the deck with Mr. Motou. He had in his hands a book which he had lost himself in.
Yami would sneak glances and sit very close to Seto. They would talk about certain things, or for a moment or two just stayed silent and enjoyed each others company.
Mokuba told Seto, as he shook of snow from his hair, if maybe they could go to the beach when winter was over. Seto agreed, Mokuba cheered and spoke something about Seto always saying yes to go to the beach.
"You like to go to the beach?" Yami asked.
"Not really, I'm not to be on sand, but I love the ocean," Seto answered.
Yami smiled, more and more memories were coming to him, and he loved most of them. But one stood out beyond the rest.
Yami sat on the blanket as he watched Setti danced at the shoreline just before he reached the water. Setti had begged him so much to bring him. Yami watched memorized by the sway of Setti's body. Yami loved how Setti was so flexible it made his nights more interesting.
He had made a deal with Setti; he would take him to the beach as long as he wore a certain outfit.
Setti had blushed when he saw it.
"That's the entire outfit?" Setti asked.
"Yes," Yami clearly answered. He was sitting next to it, on the bed.
"But, it's just a skirt!" Setti stated.
"Well, you can't go in the one your wearing," Yami stated.
"What's wrong with the one I'm wearing," Setti pouted. It was his favorite outfit, a white with blue, his two favorite colors.
"Nothing, Previous, but I would really like to see you in this," Yami purred as he pulled Setti on his lap.
"But it's too reviling, and you get so jealous with someone even looks at me," Setti stated.
"But no one is going to see you, where we are going, no one is allowed to enter but royalty. Besides it just going to be you and me, I'm not going to take guards with me, so they could drool over you," Yami stated.
Setti just looked at him.
But in time he had gotten his way.
Yami watched as he continued to dance, seductively. They almost didn't come, because Yami insisted that he help put the outfit on him, well, that lead to other things.
He smiled as he saw him, over some time; Setti got over his embarrassment and danced on the sea. He gracefully twirled and spun causing the skit to raise and fall as if it had a mind of his own.
He was wearing just a skirt, but what a skirt. It was simply to long pieces of white linen kept together with a thin silver sting. Yami could see all the way to his thighs.
"Precious," Yami called his innocent lover.
Setti turned, at his new nickname, Yami had been so romantic about it, he didn't mind being called like that anymore.
Setti made his way to him, and sat down beside him but Yami would have none of that, he quickly placed him on his lap.
"Having fun?" Yami asked.
Setti nodded and moaned when Yami quickly kissed him. It wasn't a chaste kiss, but one of passion and hungry, the ones that leaf him breathless.
Yami pulled away and kissed his neck, sucking on the tender flesh.
Setti moaned and purred, at Yami actions.
Then Yami stopped and went up to his ear.
"I have other ideas of fun," Yami whispered before he nibbled at his ear.
Setti gasped and arched his back as Yami's hands began to roam under his skirt.
"Yami,"
Yami snapped out of his daydream when he heard Seto calling him.
"Everyone is going inside," Seto told him.
"Okay," Yami said.
Yami bit his lip when he noticed it was getting a little hot and he hoped he could at least last the rest of the evening.
The group walked in the door all flushed and tired, they all sat down to rest.
"I am so hungry," Mokuba sighed.
Seto smiled and shook his head.
"I'll go see how the turkey's doing?" Seto said as he stood up.
He was making his way to the kitchen when he stopped at the Christmas tree.
"Oh no," Seto sighed and bent down at the bottom, he picked up the object.
"What is it, Seto?" Yami asked as he walked to him.
"The items it broken," Seto said.
Hope you like it.
I think is it the longest chapter yet.