Yeah. It's me again. It was the 3rd Dungeon Dice Monster episode today.
Yami was wearing the jacket! The grey and black one! It was in my story,
ages ago. That made me very happy.
Disclaimer: Me not owner of Yu-Gi-Oh. Me owner of. umm, nothing. Oh well. Don't hold it against me.
Chapter 10: Love Fool (I let a non-fic-reader friend name it. Just don't ask. It's from 'Cruel Intentions')
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Once they had left, Yugi turned to his grandpa. "Mokuba and Kaiba have had a rough day. Could you please get them some coffee?" Sugoroku knew Yugi was just trying to get rid of him. He obviously had something he wanted to ask the Kaiba brothers in private. He left, then huddled close to the door.
Yugi turned to Seto. "So, what *did* you do?"
"When?"
"The nurse said Yami should be dead, Kaiba. How come he's lying here breathing?"
Seto looked down at Yami. The blood had gone from his lips. He remembered the metallic taste of it, as he had pressed his lips to Yami's oh-so-soft ones...
"I knew it!" breathed Mokuba.
"This is so awesome," agreed Yugi.
"C'mon Yugi. I'll take you and your Grandpa home in the limo. Can I stay the night?"
"Sure Mokuba. I'll have to ask Grandpa, but I'm sure he'll be ok with it."
The two boys left, leaving Kaiba to ponder what the hell the exchange had meant.
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Yami stirred, awaking him from his reverie. "Seto?"
"I'm here, Yami." He opened his eyes, lifting them to Kaiba's. He tried to sit up, winced, squeaked, and collapsed into the pillow.
"Stay still. You're in hospital for a reason."
"Yeah, because your executives are psychos."
"You can talk! You're the one who launched himself at an armed goon double your size."
"I know! Don't you think the least you could do is say thankyou or something? This makes it the third time I've rescued you from your staff."
" *I* never asked for your help. Although I will offer you some gratitude. We made a good team, you and I."
Yami smiled, recollecting the words. "I remember this conversation. We had it in that virtual game of yours. When *I* saved you *and* your brother *and* your company for the second time."
"I remember it too. Although I'm sure it ended differently," smiled Seto, leaning forward and catching Yami's lips. His hand came up and cupped Yami's cheek. He pulled away, a whimper escaping the former pharaoh. "Last time I said this, you were dying, Yami. I love you."
Yami's eyes shone, as a bubble of happiness burst somewhere deep in his stomach. "I love you too, Seto."
The nurse, who had come in to inform Kaiba that visiting time was over, looked on in shock as the two teenage boys embraced each other, kissing passionately once again, the patient's arm lost somewhere in Seto Kaiba's shirt. Well, it had been an interesting first day on the job. She couldn't wait to tell her girlfriends what she had seen the richest teenager - also widely acknowledged as the hottest celebrity - in Japan doing.
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"Sister, do I have to go to school?" asked Malik. He stood in front of the mirror and stared at his reflection. He really, really despised his new uniform.
"We've been through this before, Malik. You can't get a job, or got to University, until you pass your exams, and you're not scabbing off me for the rest of your life." Isis sighed. Maybe coming to Domino City again was a mistake.
"But do I have to wear this uniform?" Malik complained, putting on the cutest pout he knew how to do.
"You'll wear what you're told to wear. Besides, it's not that bad."
"Are you kidding? It's so *lame*. I look like that stupid wanker Jounouchi. And his friend. The one with the bird-hair. I don't want to look like *that*"
"Well, you are wearing exactly the same clothes as him. And it's compulsory. Kaiba, Bakura and the Pharaoh will be wearing exactly the same thing, and looking just as bad as you do. So get over it." Isis paid for the uniform and dragged Malik back to their flat.
"Are you ready for school, now?"
Malik gave her a disgusted look. "I'm *sixteen*, not six. I'm *fine*" Isis smiled, pretending to lick her thumb and clean his face, like she used to do when he got chocolate all over his cheeks.
"Yesh, ickle Malik, I know. You're so excited about going to big school." Malik glared at her, then grinned. His sister was such a dork.
* * *
Yami smiled to himself in the darkness. The number of times he had tried to get Seto to open up to him, just let someone in... and all it had taken in the end was to get shot. Yami saw this as a very, very small sacrifice for the way he was feeling now. He could still taste Seto's mouth, slightly sweet; could still feel his body... He could not see himself falling asleep for a long time tonight.
About a minute later, the greatest young pharaoh Egypt ever saw was drooling into his pillow, dreaming peacefully and contentedly for once in his life.
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Awwwww. Yami's happy. I like it when he's happy. And Malik is coming. That makes me happy, too. But you know what makes me happiest?? I'm sure you do. *hint*review*hint*
Disclaimer: Me not owner of Yu-Gi-Oh. Me owner of. umm, nothing. Oh well. Don't hold it against me.
Chapter 10: Love Fool (I let a non-fic-reader friend name it. Just don't ask. It's from 'Cruel Intentions')
* * *
Once they had left, Yugi turned to his grandpa. "Mokuba and Kaiba have had a rough day. Could you please get them some coffee?" Sugoroku knew Yugi was just trying to get rid of him. He obviously had something he wanted to ask the Kaiba brothers in private. He left, then huddled close to the door.
Yugi turned to Seto. "So, what *did* you do?"
"When?"
"The nurse said Yami should be dead, Kaiba. How come he's lying here breathing?"
Seto looked down at Yami. The blood had gone from his lips. He remembered the metallic taste of it, as he had pressed his lips to Yami's oh-so-soft ones...
"I knew it!" breathed Mokuba.
"This is so awesome," agreed Yugi.
"C'mon Yugi. I'll take you and your Grandpa home in the limo. Can I stay the night?"
"Sure Mokuba. I'll have to ask Grandpa, but I'm sure he'll be ok with it."
The two boys left, leaving Kaiba to ponder what the hell the exchange had meant.
* * *
Yami stirred, awaking him from his reverie. "Seto?"
"I'm here, Yami." He opened his eyes, lifting them to Kaiba's. He tried to sit up, winced, squeaked, and collapsed into the pillow.
"Stay still. You're in hospital for a reason."
"Yeah, because your executives are psychos."
"You can talk! You're the one who launched himself at an armed goon double your size."
"I know! Don't you think the least you could do is say thankyou or something? This makes it the third time I've rescued you from your staff."
" *I* never asked for your help. Although I will offer you some gratitude. We made a good team, you and I."
Yami smiled, recollecting the words. "I remember this conversation. We had it in that virtual game of yours. When *I* saved you *and* your brother *and* your company for the second time."
"I remember it too. Although I'm sure it ended differently," smiled Seto, leaning forward and catching Yami's lips. His hand came up and cupped Yami's cheek. He pulled away, a whimper escaping the former pharaoh. "Last time I said this, you were dying, Yami. I love you."
Yami's eyes shone, as a bubble of happiness burst somewhere deep in his stomach. "I love you too, Seto."
The nurse, who had come in to inform Kaiba that visiting time was over, looked on in shock as the two teenage boys embraced each other, kissing passionately once again, the patient's arm lost somewhere in Seto Kaiba's shirt. Well, it had been an interesting first day on the job. She couldn't wait to tell her girlfriends what she had seen the richest teenager - also widely acknowledged as the hottest celebrity - in Japan doing.
* * *
"Sister, do I have to go to school?" asked Malik. He stood in front of the mirror and stared at his reflection. He really, really despised his new uniform.
"We've been through this before, Malik. You can't get a job, or got to University, until you pass your exams, and you're not scabbing off me for the rest of your life." Isis sighed. Maybe coming to Domino City again was a mistake.
"But do I have to wear this uniform?" Malik complained, putting on the cutest pout he knew how to do.
"You'll wear what you're told to wear. Besides, it's not that bad."
"Are you kidding? It's so *lame*. I look like that stupid wanker Jounouchi. And his friend. The one with the bird-hair. I don't want to look like *that*"
"Well, you are wearing exactly the same clothes as him. And it's compulsory. Kaiba, Bakura and the Pharaoh will be wearing exactly the same thing, and looking just as bad as you do. So get over it." Isis paid for the uniform and dragged Malik back to their flat.
"Are you ready for school, now?"
Malik gave her a disgusted look. "I'm *sixteen*, not six. I'm *fine*" Isis smiled, pretending to lick her thumb and clean his face, like she used to do when he got chocolate all over his cheeks.
"Yesh, ickle Malik, I know. You're so excited about going to big school." Malik glared at her, then grinned. His sister was such a dork.
* * *
Yami smiled to himself in the darkness. The number of times he had tried to get Seto to open up to him, just let someone in... and all it had taken in the end was to get shot. Yami saw this as a very, very small sacrifice for the way he was feeling now. He could still taste Seto's mouth, slightly sweet; could still feel his body... He could not see himself falling asleep for a long time tonight.
About a minute later, the greatest young pharaoh Egypt ever saw was drooling into his pillow, dreaming peacefully and contentedly for once in his life.
* * *
Awwwww. Yami's happy. I like it when he's happy. And Malik is coming. That makes me happy, too. But you know what makes me happiest?? I'm sure you do. *hint*review*hint*