A/N: I've discovered that Yaoi makes me hungry. Every time I write, I end up baking cookies or brownies or something yummy of the sort.

Read and enjoy ^_^

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The soft daybreak was bright and fresh, the perfect beginning to a spring morning.

The cloudless sky contrasted beautifully with the ornamental trees, which swayed lightly in the gentle wind.

Yet inside a certain teenage CEO's mind, a storm of emotions raged more violently than any typhoon could.

Today he had forgone his usual limo ride, in exchange for a long, brisk walk. Walking gave him time to think. And though he couldn't focus on the beauty around him, the cool air was enough to calm his heated nerves.

He had a lot to think about.

What sick trick was his mind playing on him? Since when did his mind enjoy playing tricks on him?

More importantly, he corrected himself, since when had his brain developed a… mind of it's own that had it's own private desires?

Shaking his head, he continued along the sunlight sidewalk, his feet taking control as he struggled to focus on more important matters.

Sighing, he began going over the possible rational for his sudden fanatical fantasy. To much stress from work? Sexual frustration? Perhaps insanity? After all, Jounouchi and himself as a couple was like pairing oil and water and expecting them to mix.

It wasn't just because the boy drove him up the wall.

There was already someone else whom no one would, or could ever replace.

Seto had given up any hopes of ever being loved when he realized who he wished to be his own. The Pharaoh, the Spirit of the Puzzle, Yami.

Whatever you called him, the title almost always included a fatal word that Seto deemed would forever keep them separated.

Yugi. Yugi's pharaoh, the Spirit of Yugi's puzzle, Yami Yugi.

For a while, the brunette's fears were confirmed. Yami had even gone as far as to fashion himself a body simply to be able to, "interact" with his Hikari. The ceremony involved in transferring his spirit almost destroyed him forever.

Yet he made it into the replicated flesh, though it took time adjusting. Seto remembered passing the beautiful Pharaoh and his little lover walking, if it could be called that. More like Yami clinging to his Hikari as he struggled to regain control of unfamiliar muscles.

Despite the first awkwardness, the object of Seto's affection soon learned co ordinance, with the help of his sweet assistant. Yugi.

How the CEO wanted to strangle, or at least partially maim the younger boy for stealing his love. Yet to hurt Yami's lover was a guaranteed way to destroy even the smallest chances of romance, or anything that didn't involve deep loathing.

Seto learned to bear it, his hope fading each time he saw them together, which, of course, was about every day.

Until innocent Yugi did the unthinkable.

That is, he left his dear, devoted Yami for Jounouchi, the tricolored-haired boy's best friend.

Seto couldn't have been happier. Even though it meant seeing his love in pain.

Ignoring all previous warnings about picking someone up on the rebound, Seto had offered his heart to the distraught Pharaoh.

Who had accepted gratefully.

'It won't last,' Seto told himself repeatedly. Yet days turned into weeks, and weeks to months. Their one-year anniversary was coming up. Everything had been perfect.

Until the sandman turned into such a bastard.

Seto had never been much of a dreamer. Whenever he did dream, it was important to pay attention. His mind never acted superfluously, and never dwelled long on anything unnecessary. Why would it be obsessing about the blonde boy in such an… interesting manner?

For some reason, Isis's stories of his, "past" kept entering his internal conversation. He'd always joked with Yami about love being predetermined in Ancient Egypt.

Though it had always been merely a game, Seto had come to enjoy thinking about their destinies being intertwined, that somehow they were meant for each other.

Even though he didn't believe in destiny.

Yet this dream erroneously paired him with the brat Jounouchi, instead of his dear Pharaoh.

Though the thought of being with the blonde boy disgusted him on many levels, the CEO couldn't help but wonder if that truly was the way it was supposed to be.

As the last thought crossed through his mind, Seto mentally slapped himself. How could he think of anyone that way except Yami? A stupid dream couldn't and wouldn't destroy the love so firmly established between the two rivals.

'Rivals make the best partners.' Thought Seto with a soft smile.

Jounouchi wasn't smart enough to be considered a rival. Hell, he wasn't worth Seto's time in the least.

So why was he worrying? Yami was his nanimokamo, his everything. Nothing could ever change that.

With that thought, what could be described as a spring came into Seto's step, as he continued his way to school.

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A/N: Mmmmm… triple chocolate chip cookies. And bishounen angsting about each other. Can it get any better?