Summary: Refusals. Seto Kaiba had never met anyone in his life that was so...fussy. Why did this stranger, who only knew his name and what he did for a living, take him in? Seto wanted to know, but he was also refusing to let the boy have what he wanted: a teacher. Seto Kaiba refused to teach his secrets.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to YGO nor do I claim to.

Bakura = Ryou

Yami Bakura = Bakura

This story will eventually contain Shonen Ai, don't like? DON'T READ!

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"Blah" Speaking

'Blah' Thoughts

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*~*Flashback or Dream*~*

~*~ Character Focus Switch ~*~ (You'll get it.)

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Amber Skies

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Seto woke with a groan. His chest burned, his ribs hurt and he had a headache large enough to rival the China Wall. He lifted his hand to block out the sunlight, which was increasing the throbbing in his head tenfold. He tried to remember where he was but, again, he only remembered the crash and waking up what seemed like weeks ago to see an effeminate looking young man resting next to his bed.

Deciding to brave it, he cracked open his eyes and saw the slightly familiar bedroom done in shades of blue with dark paneling. He glanced around the room and spotted the familiar shimmering form of a ghost. This one appeared to be a man in his early twenties, had unruly white hair that fell to his shoulders, fierce brown eyes, and a smirk that told the world that he was king.

"I see, Seto Kaiba, that you have finally decided to grace us with your consciousness." The ghost crossed his arms and legs indian style in midair. "You've been asleep for five days. Care to tell me what's been running through that pretty little head of yours?"

Seto scowled. He disliked this ghost already, and he had only said three sentences. "No, I do not. Now, where am I?" His tone was cold, and left no room for argument; it was his business voice.

The ghost smirked and floated through the wall. "I'll leave that information for my brother to tell you."

Seto glared at the last spot that the ghost had been visible. He sat up with a groan and leaned his back against the headboard. A few moments after the ghost had left, a soft set of footsteps echoed down the hall, and the bedroom door opened to reveal the soft featured boy Seto had seen before, and the ghost was floating behind him. The spirit threw him a smirk before settling in the chair next to the bed.

"How are you feeling?" The effeminate boy was soft spoken as well.

Seto looked the man, boy, whatever, over and set his eyes into their regular mask. "I'm fine. Now would you care to tell me why I am in a house in the middle of nowhere bandaged up?"

Ryou avoided Seto's eyes, not giving the corporate head the chance to look him straight in the eyes. "You had an accident. I brought you here so you wouldn't be left out there to die."

"In my opinion, you should have let him, Ryou." The ghost tossed a wave over Ryou's shoulder. Ryou, the boy being spoken to, threw the ghost a warning look.

Seto looked at him as well. "Shut it."

Ryou looked at Seto in surprise. "You can see him?"

Seto glanced back at Ryou. "Yes, and I am rather ungrateful of his presence."

Ryou gave a small smile and turned to the ghost. "Bakura, I think that you can go now."

Bakura looked at Ryou as though he were crazy. "And leave you here with some psycho who might kill you? No, Ry. That's just about the stupidest thing you've ever asked me to do."

Ryou looked down momentarily. "Stay then, but be quiet."

Seto took that time to examine Ryou closer. Pale skin, soft white hair, and features that were quite feminine. The eyes were the best part of his face, though. They were a deep shade of amber, and Seto could clearly see every emotion that ran through them. Ryou turned to Seto and reached his hand out to touch the bandage that wound around his forehead. Seto pulled back; he didn't liked being touched.

"I have to check it. Please stay still." Ryou reached out again and smiled when Seto complied. "You've got a nasty cut under here."

Seto lifted his eyes to try and see what Ryou was doing. "That would explain why the hell my head is pounding like there's no tomorrow."

Ryou removed the bandage and smiled at his work. The cut was halfway through healing, and no longer needed the bandage. "It won't scar now."

Seto began to look around for his shirt and shoes, both of which had been removed. "Where are my things?"

Ryou pointed over to a cedar chest next to the door. There, in a small folded pile, sat his shirt, coat, and shoes. Seto began to stand, and Ryou lifted his eyebrow in surprise. "Where are you going?"

Seto didn't look back as he made his way over to the chest. "I'm getting my things and leaving. I don't need your hospitality."

Ryou frowned. "If you reopen any of your injuries, you may die from blood loss."

Seto looked up and raised an eyebrow. For some reason, this young man seemed frantic at his leaving. Why in the worlds would anyone care about a stranger they've never even seen before. If that had been Seto, he would've just let himself go and leave himself to his idiocy. Seto knew he was being stupid, but he was an independent man and he took orders from –no one-. "I'll take the risk."

As Seto's hand reached out for the door, it slammed shut on it's own accord. Seto glanced back at Ryou, who looked like the world was ending. "My brother says that you are a psychic."

Seto growled. Nobody knew that about him except his brother. "What of it?"

Ryou stepped forward and looked up at Kaiba. "I need a teacher. I need someone to show me how to use these.....things."

Seto looked down at Ryou critically. The boy was frantic, and Seto decided that he needed to know his real intentions before continuing. He opened his mind, and reached out for the mind of the young man before him. Ryou looked at him weird as Seto began to shift through thoughts, most of them about him, and memories. When he found no lies within the abyss of Ryou's mind, he retracted his thoughts and frowned.

"Please don't do that again. I didn't like that." Ryou shook his head as he tried to rid himself of the burning feeling in his head.

Seto raised his eyebrow. "You could feel that?"

Ryou stopped shaking his long white mane around for a moment. "Yes, I did. Why?"

"You shouldn't have." With that, Seto turned and opened the door with the force of his own mind. It banged open and bounced off of the wall as Seto stalked through it.

Ryou rushed forward and grabbed Seto's arm. Seto looked down at him with a glare as Ryou lifted his large amber eyes on him. "I need someone to show me how to use them. You can help me."

Seto shook Ryou off of his arm and glared. "I help no one but myself."

Ryou let go and watched, defeated, as Seto stormed out of his home, and started walking down the mountainous region.

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Ryou watched the night through his bedroom window. As he readied himself for bed, he sighed to no one in particular. "My life is spiraling out of control, and I can do nothing to stop it."

Bakura faded into view and frowned at his brother. "Don't worry, we'll find someone who can show you how to use all of this."

Ryou looked up at his brother and gave a small, and fake, smile. "I'll be fine. As long as I don't think about them, I can't use them."

Bakura watched his brother fall into a fitful sleep, filled with nightmares of a nameless fear. "I hope so, Ryou. I really and truly hope we can find someone to help you."

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