(The Same, but Very Different)
"Okay!" Mokuba said excitedly, dragging Yuugi into his bedroom and closing the door in order to keep Seto from watching them. "Everything is going to work, right?"
Yuugi nodded affirmatively. "Just as soon as I have the opportunity to corner Kaiba."
"So let's go then," Mokuba said. "Just corner him now and answer questions later; besides, when it all works out, Seto probably won't even care why you cornered him." He opened the door and leaned out of the door, looking around sneakily, making sure there was no one in the hallway; it wasn't necessary, but it was fun. After affirming that there was no one in the hallway, they went out, but they encountered their first flaw: they didn't have a clue where in the house Seto was. So, they randomly chose left. Yuugi grinned back at Mokuba as they walked. "It's a shame that Yami will block me during this; it would have been amusing to watch." He winked. "And I might have learned something."
Mokuba blushed and stopped walking; Yuugi took 2 steps before pausing, turning back to look at Mokuba. "Are you all right?" To his surprise, Mokuba yanked him back into a kiss, wrapping his arms around Yuugi's neck. Yuugi made a throaty noise of surprise and went with it, pushing Mokuba back against the wall and kissing him passionately. Mokuba's head was slightly tilted, his entire posture set on giving Yuugi complete control… which Yuugi would have taken if not for the sharp "Ahem!" just at their right. Both boys turned to see Seto glaring at them disapprovingly. Yuugi was still so close to Mokuba that he could feel the heat of the younger boy's blush. Actually, Yuugi had to thank him later; it had provided him with the perfect reason to chase Seto down…
"Yuugi," Seto said, his voice painstakingly neutral, in complete opposition to the death glare he was giving Yuugi, "if you're going to molest my younger brother, do it behind closed doors." Seto turned on his heel and walked away.
"Perfect," Yuugi whispered to a mortified Mokuba and kissed his cheek. Without another word, Yuugi followed Seto straight to his den. Seto closed the door behind him, but Yuugi didn't hear it lock; after a minute had passed, he tried to open it and was able to walk it. He closed and locked it behind him.
"Yuugi, I don't care what you have to say, now isn't-" Seto's threat was cut off by Yami yelling.
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"Yuugi!" Yami was yelling, surprised as he was suddenly thrust into physical existence; he hadn't seen THAT coming. "What's going on?"
Seto was staring at him. "What are you doing here?" He didn't bother masking his confusion.
Yami looked at Seto as though he was surprised to see him there. Then his eyes went wide and the whole plan seemed to unfold before him. "Oh." Yami went and sat casually on one of the chairs in the den, near the door. "I'm not entirely sure myself." "Sneaky little…" he addressed Yuugi before blocking the little one back where he wouldn't see or hear.
Seto made a noise of disbelief and went to the window, his back to Yami. "So, Yuugi couldn't face me himself and sent you instead? How pathetic." Yami stood, walking stealthily to stand behind Seto. He fought with himself on what to say, and in the end settled to simply touch Seto's shoulder; he was better with actions than words anyway. The brunet jumped at the touch, turning around to look at Yami, and despite his apparent surprise, his expression was disinterested as always. Yami's hand had fallen away when Seto turned, but he replaced it as though he was trying to establish a connection.
"It's not like that," Yami said. "Yuugi fights his own battles." Yami tried to read the other's expression, but there was nothing; Seto couldn't be read.
"It borders on disrespectful," Seto said haughtily, and Yami knew immediately that it was a front; it sounded forced and completely out of character. "What they do in private is none of my business, but putting up such a scene where anyone could have seen them…"
Yami amended softly, "You mean where you could see them." He was staring at his hand on Seto's shoulder to avoid seeing the flash of pain in Seto's eyes. He was sure that he finally understood why Seto was upset about Yuugi and Mokuba.
"It doesn't matter," Seto said. "Just tell Yuugi he needs to keep it private next time."
Yami's hand moved almost of its own accord, resting behind Seto's neck; Yami used that leverage to pull Seto down into a kiss.
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Seto's mind whirled. One minute he had been scolding Mokuba and Yuugi, and the next Yami was kissing him as though his life depended on it. Instinctively, Seto pulled Yami closer, seeking dominance against the slighter teen; Yami melted against him, not fighting Seto's want for control the least bit.
And that was when he remembered; for all outward appearances, Yami and Yuugi were one, and just minutes before Yuugi had been doing something eerily similar with Mokuba. In a flash of emotion akin to horror, Seto pushed Yami back, ignoring his small noise of protest. There was something intoxicating about the idea that the taste of his brother could be lingering on those lips, and the fact that he even considered the idea as erotic was vile. "What do you think you're doing?" Seto demanded, keeping the waver from his voice. Damn it, he hated when his emotions ran off without him!
"What do you mean? It was pretty obvious what I was doing." Yami took a step towards Seto, but he was quick to step away, glaring at Yami. "What's going on? I didn't hear you complaining a moment ago." Yami's tone was a little too soft and overly calm; Seto was sure that inside he was fuming. And who wouldn't be? But that wasn't the point…
Irritated, Seto told him, "You're with my brother!"
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Yami gently pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger, resisting the urge to yell.
"Yami!" Yuugi said urgently, causing Yami to start; when had he stopped blocking his hikari? "Don't get mad. Just explain it to him nicely. No one wins an argument with Kaiba."
"Watch me be the first," Yami growled internally. To Seto he said as though he was speaking to a child, "Yuugi is with Mokuba, not me. I. Am. Not. Yuugi."
Seto argued back, "That's Yuugi's body. You look like Yuugi. The only thing that says you're not Yuugi is your word."
Yami wanted to slap some sense into the supposed genius. "If you would just look, then you would see the minute differences! I sound slightly different; I'm a little taller… My pattern of speech is even a little different than Yuugi's!" Yami was fuming.
"Yami, you're not going to achieve anything like this," Yuugi tried to reason.
"Shut up," Yami snapped uncharacteristically. He noticed Seto sizing him up, most likely trying to see some of the changes Yami had mentioned. Still, Yami's temper was kindled, and there wasn't a chance in hell he was going to calm down. He shouted, "It's all nice and convenient to accept the fact that I'm a separate person when it suites you, but the second we're NOT fighting, I'm Yuugi again! Just so your ego knows, Yuugi doesn't want you and wouldn't have done something like that." Seto was staring at him in shock. "For some sort of genius, you sure are dense," Yami snarled. He went to leave, fighting with the locked door for a moment before opening it and storming out, slamming the door behind him.
- author thoughts… -
This part seems super!short to me, for which I apologize. It's more transitional than anything else; the next part makes up for it in length. O.O
I find great irony when Yami says "Yuugi fights his own battles," because when you think about, Yami does fight a lot of the battles for them… But I liked the idea of Yami being so pissed off that he had trouble with the locked door there. Ha!
And Ashes' is reminded of Kagome (on Inuyasha): "Kikyou, Kikyou; I'm not Kikyou! My name is Kagome. Ka-Go-Me!"