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Chapter 22: Dreams Can Come True
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Ten friends once again assembled outside the Kaiba mansion. Similarly, it was a friday, the first day of the school holidays. Quick footsteps were heard as Mokuba bounded to the door and greeted them all as before. Yami was currently in the lounge room, fussing over Seto.
"You're *sure* you can survive a few hours stuck in a minibus with them all?"
"Yes, Yami, I'm sure. I have to live with them for a week, so I'm sure I'll last the minibus trip there." Thus, the matter settled, he proceded to nibble the smaller teen's earlobe. Yami playfully (albeit reluctantly) batted him away.
"There'll be plenty of time for that when we... mmph... S- Seto!" he protested; he was doing very... *interesting* things with his tongue.
"There you two are. Are we going, or not?" Mai called, arms crossed and pencilled eyebrow raised. Seto smirked, releasing his blushing boyfriend.
"A *minibus*? What happened to your limo, or your helicopter, Kaiba?" asked Jou.
"Too many people," he replied simply. Realising he had said something to Jounouchi without tacking on an insult, he turned back around. "And I find dogs make rather a mess in cars. You get hairs stuck to the leather."
Realisticly, it was childish. But the whole dog-joke was something long-withstanding, one of those things a group of friends cherishes, no matter how pathetic it truly is. It will always get a laugh, not really for the comedic value, but for the happy memories that twinkle in each other's eyes as the group grow older together.
Or perhaps Seto really thought Jou was a dog. Anyhoo, Jou launched himself at Kaiba, but was dragged back with a yelp by Honda, who held him by the collar of his shirt. "Heel!"
They ambled onto the minibus and were soon on their way to Kaiba's holiday apartment.
Honda kidnapped one of Mai's magazines and was giving Jou a flirting quiz. The idea lost its appeal when the test revealed Jou as a "Sassy Sista, popular with both sexes, and with confidence to burn." The test was deemed 'malfunctional' or perhaps, 'delusional' by Honda when it declared him to be a "Loser in Lurve, you try too hard and you're desperate. Get your act together, gal!"
Both teens had short attention spans, however, and turned to tormenting Otogi, who was humming quietly. Honda flicked his earring back and forth for a while, but when this failed to get his attention he lost interested. Jou, however, recognized the tune, and soon all three were caught in a roaring chorus-
"Mrs. Landers was a health nut, she cooked food in a wok, Mr. Harris was her boyfriend and he had a great big... Cock-A-doodle-doodle, the rooster just won't quit, and I don't want my breakfast, because it tastes like... Shit-zus make good house pets..."
Yami, meanwhile, had a splitting headache, whether from the singing or otherwise he wasn't sure. Seto, in mother-hen-concerned-lover mode, wrapped his arms around the smaller teen, who curled up in his lap and was soon lulled to sleep by his love's heartbeat. Seto couldn't beleive it was possible for anyone to be so damn *adorable*.
Yugi and Mokuba were playing Duel Monsters, made considerably harder by the fact their trap cards kept falling off the seat and landing face-up, underneath the seat. Ryou and Bakura - snuggled up against each other possessively - were talking to Malik about the truly *important* things in life; dueling and motorcycles.
"...they're cuddly and sweet, monkeys aren't good to have, 'cause they like to beat their... Meat-ing in the office, o meeting in the hall, the boss he wants to see you, so you can suck his... Balls-ac was a writer he lived with Allen Funt..."
Bakura, finally losing his rag with the singing, stood up and screamed at the top of his lungs "Shut the HELL up or I'll fucking knock your heads off!" The three offenders recognised the empty threat, and fell about laughing, accurately resembling a pack of hyenas.
At that moment, Isis caught everyone's attention by standing gracefully from her seat at the back with the girls - who had been gossiping the whole time, along the lines of "Mei and Kyuu, you don't even *want* to know what those guys are into..." - and, supporting herself against the seat, threw up all over the aisle.
The driver groaned, sincerely hoping the CEO wasn't as tight with his fortune as he'd heard. *This* was why he never did school excursions. Seto saw this, and being the little softie we all know he is underneath - *way* underneath - gave the fellow a little extra for his troubles. Or, perhaps, a *lot* extra would be more precise.
Not *all* homosexual teenage multi-billionaires are bad, mused the driver as he sat down to a drink, before returning home to his family.
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Jou gave a low whistle as they followed Seto into the penthouse. "How'd you afford a place like this, Kaiba?" Everyone turned and looked at Jou, who blinked. "Oh, right. The whole CEO of Kaiba Corp thing." Seto rolled his eyes, and smirked, as he carried Yami over the threshold. The boy was still asleep.
The penthouse was simple yet sophisticated, with a light, tropical air. There were five bedrooms, several bathrooms, a jacuzzi room and a pool upstairs on the roof. Large bay windows stood from floor to ceiling in all rooms, the Pacific Ocean rolling out before them ubtil it met the sky in a blue haze on the horizon.
But, as one can imagine, thirteen teenagers - okay, technically Isis *wasn't* a teen anymore - in an expensive holiday apartment with no supervision, a large alcohol supply and enough money and status to keep the neighbours from complaining were not particularly interested in the view.
This holiday was going to be *fun*.
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Sugoroku popped his head up from behind the counter as the bell above the door tinkled. "Where's Yugi," an annoying voice asked. No hello or anything. How rude.
"He's on holiday with a few of his little schoolfriends," replied the old man. "He left a few hours ago, he won't be back for a week."
The girl frowned. "Do you have the address of the place he's staying?" He nodded and went upstairs, eventually finding it on a post-it stuck to Yami's mirror. Minorly crippling himself on a studded belt on the floor, he went back to the girl and handed her the note. She thanked him and took her leave, reading it as she left.
"How am I supposed to get *there*, now?"
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Seto gently placed his sleeping beauty on the white satin of the main bed. He held a mental debate as to whether he should make little Yami a little more comfortable. He reached for the buckle of the belt, holding up the navy hipsters.
Yami's eyes fluttered open, his feature's lighting up in a very cute smirk. He knocked Seto's hands away. "You're very *impatient*, dear Seto." They both smiled, Seto brushing a stray lock from his love's cheek.
"Feeling better?" Seto asked. Yami answered with a mumble, pulling the taller teen down next to him in a warm embrace, gently parting Seto's lips with his tongue. The afternoon sun shone golden on the couple, a halo of light surrounding the boys; who could think of absolutely no-where in the world they'd rather be than in each other's arms.
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That night, they had a massive group orgy in the living room, and all woke up rather sticky. The coffee table had jammed into quite a few people's backs, and they were in a lot of pain from both that and... *other* things...
... Well, actually, that didn't happen. They ordered take-out, and due to the large amount of pizza everyone consumed before finally going to bed, they had some fairly strange dreams. Aforementioned orgy was one that tormented Honda around three o'clock in the morning.
Ryou found himself in a familiar nightmare - he was being chased by a ravenously hungry, fluffy, pink rabbit - not unlike the white one in 'Monty Python and the Holy Grail'. And Ryou did indeed "Run Away!" with many an anguished scream, but to no avail; he awoke with the little fiend mutilating his right ear, short of breath and heart beating wildly. This, in turn, roused Bakura, who calmed down his light, said teen only glad Bakura didn't know about the bunny.
He secretly *did* know, of course - sharing a body with someone did let you see some of their deepest, darkests secrets - but he knew how embarassed the little English boy would be, so he kept shtum.
Seto was in Ancient Egypt, as he'd been various nights before, ever since that fateful day Yami took that bullet. The Pharaoh of Egypt was in his arms, clinging to his purple robes. Tears ran down both their cheeks. They spoke softly together in an ancient tongue which Seto could not understand, although the words seemed to come from his own mouth. His heart ached with an unknown pain, and he awoke with a familiar feeling of dread, only calming when he found Yami curled up safely next to him in the moonlight.
Malik, however, probably took out the award for 'freakiest dream of the night'. He dreamed he was a chicken - a Niwatori, technically - and was trying to buy leather pants, but they kept growing mouths and biting off certain parts of his anatomy which he didn't particularly want gone.
Whether Niwatoris *have* those certain parts in those certain places is yet to be discovered.
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The next will be up soon, it's written but not typed. Oh, dear, *stress, stress* so much to dooooooo! Make me feel better? Pleaselz??
**I edited this later to add that I have taught myself html, and i can now use italics. Whooo! *coughs* yeah...