You'll notice that this chapter is written a bit differently. I'm trying to place a heavy influence on the moment.

There is one thing that I want to mention about this whole project. The running theme is that people often show their true personalities online, even if they aren't truthful about who they are. Arguments are far more vicious, and confessions are extremely easy to make. The secondary theme would be the changes that teenagers go through in their life. When certain things change, life can be an emotional roller coaster. If life never shifted; if there were no incidents to bring about question; does a teenager ever change from that innocent child that they were? It's something to think about.

(An apology for the redundancy there.)

Disclaimers are the same throughout all chapters.

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Seto Kaiba leaned his forearms against the cold steel railing which overlooked Domino Square. There was nothing to watch this time, other than the dead leaves that rustled in the dry fountain. The breeze was chilled, but not threatening enough to move the foliage from its resting place. His long indigo coat was heavy enough to endure the wind as well; it neatly covered his green shirt and pants.

The clarity of the sky astounded the slender boy. Domino was a very busy city; but then again, this section wasn't known for its nightlife, so there was only a minor artificial glow from his surroundings. It wasn't enough to blanket the stars, which was soothing enough for Seto.

He nervously caressed the gift in his right hand, being careful not to prick himself. With all of his money, this was the best that he could do. He only knew how to be chivalrous with something like this; he had never learned anything else. He continued the stroking motion, hoping to keep his fingers from going numb.

The tall brunette made a point of not moving at every noise he heard. Maintaining his composure usually wasn't so difficult. The sound of crunching leaves, however, did finally gain his attention. He stared to his left at the familiar face, angry at the creature's intrusion. He refused to move from his place though, and tried to hide his hand from the invader.

"What the hell is a guy like you doing out here this late?" Jounouchi taunted, "Don't you have to get your precious beauty sleep?"

Seto glared at him, hoping that he would spontaneously combust and get the hell out of there. He rebutted, "I should have known that a stray dog would wander the park at night. Shoo."

He studied the obnoxious boy carefully. He was certainly well dressed, and actually looked attractive for once, not that he never did, it just stood out much more with the clothing. Still, he did not move from his place.

"Shut up, I have every right to be here right now. Maybe you should buy your own park and freeze your ass off there." The blonde's words were more confidant and demeaning than usual. Seto saw the look in the boy's brown eyes; he was ready to do anything he could to drive him away from the park.

Of course, Seto was ready to do the same if necessary.

"Just leave," he requested. The breeze picked up a bit, threatening to tear the gift out of Seto's fingers. He tightened his grip, wincing at the minor sensation, but did not injure himself.

"No, you leave," Jounouchi retorted. His blonde locks barely swayed in the wind. Seto smirked at the thought of the mutt using hair gel.

"What's the matter, cur?" Seto snarled, "If you're looking for a nice sniff, the nightclubs are on the opposite side of the city. It's not like anyone in their right mind would want to go out with you." It was almost arduous to say that; he had to admit that the boy really did seem tempting.

"You're wrong," Jounouchi corrected without hesitation, "I'm not a lonely bastard like you are." He was nearly in Seto's face now, taking the fabric of his trench coat into his fist. He turned him around, his hateful spheres of brown threatening a fight.

His cologne smelled nice.

In the face of that fact, though, Seto still had to say something. He stared him right back, now hiding the gift at his side, and stated, "Who said that I'm lonely?" His captured wrist soon broke free and did the same to the blonde's suede coat, even though the tough skin made it a tad more difficult.

"In fact, I'm not the one who has to create imaginary girlfriend's, dog," Seto scornfully remarked. Jounouchi still wasn't giving up.

It slowly began to hit him.

"Impy loves me, and he's not imaginary!" the blonde blurted out, wrestling his borrowed jacket out of Kaiba's fingertips. He opened his eyes wide, seeming to regret that he had admitted loving a man.

Seto's eyes followed suit. He gripped the flower tighter. He felt pain; this wasn't a dream.

Katsuya Jounouchi. Joukatsu. A blonde dullard of a warrior, surrounded by a bunch of strange friends. Was Seto really blinded to that fact this whole time?

He told Jounouchi that he was in love with him.

He spent countless hours ignoring his normal duties, ignoring his body's pleas for rest, ignoring Mokuba, all of it for Jounouchi. The one thing that he did to forget about them, to forget about his hatred, and to relax, was the one thing that only stitched him deeper into their lives; into his life.

Jounouchi stared at Seto with a questioning glare. It was almost as if the blonde wanted him to respond to the confession. He did.

"K..Katsuya…" Seto stuttered, stepping forward. He didn't want to fight; he just wanted to lean down and…

Seto's lips were close enough for Jounouchi to feel the warmth of his face; and taste the mint on his breath, before he slapped them away. What the hell was he trying to pull, anyway?

Seto turned back around, staring at the bottom of the railing supports, rubbing his face. Jounouchi glared at him, flushed and angry, and asked, "What's the matter with ya? I get under your skin a bit and you try a new way to get rid'a me?" He knew that wasn't the case. His blue eyes gave that away, it was the one time that Jounouchi was actually able to read Kaiba.

"I…should have known. It does take some time for things to come for you," he uttered, his voice trembling, "However it took me just as much time, even though it was so plainly obvious all along."

"You're such a bastard," was all that Jou managed to say. He was trying to decode Kaiba's cryptic words.

"I deserve that," the brunette replied, still staring at the ground. His shoulders were limp; it was so un-Kaiba like.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Jou yelled, "Of course you deserve that!" The blonde struggled to see what Kaiba was hiding in his right hand.

"I…think that you've won, Joukatsu," he admitted. He placed his free hand on the chilled metal in front of him.

The short-tempered boy choked on the air. The pieces were falling in place, just as Kaiba had predicted. The hidden identity, the strange attitude, and the barely lit meeting place.

"Please don't tell anyone."

"…as hard as that is for someone like me to admit. That is why you had to know. I'd like to meet you, in person. Where do you live? I can come to you."

"I'll be waiting on the railing. Not many people go there late at night, which is good for many reasons. It will be okay."

Yeah, right. He just cared about his reputation, that was all. A typical Kaiba move. Waving his superiority and his money around like nothing. He even looked down upon him in the game.

"Go to hell," Jou scathed, his voice teeming with betrayal.

"I wish that I could," Seto mumbled.

"It's the perfect place for people like him to break out of their shell."

"It's okay to like someone online, Jounouchi, you get to see their personality that way. The good, and the bad. People can hide behind the monitor, so their actions are without real life consequence."

"It is ironic, that for so long I scorned the thought of fate, and detested the threads of destiny, but now it seems that these things truly do exist, as this seems to be more than just a coincidence."

If only he hadn't been so terrible in the past. If only his first impression of the guy wasn't a memory of him destroying someone else's dear possession.

"All you could ever do was flaunt your power and your money all over the place. The only words you could ever say to me were references to dogs!" the blonde shouted, holding back the tears and sadness in his soul. His chest seemed like it wanted to collapse inward, and the invisible weight was too heavy to remove.

"I know…" Seto shuddered from what appeared to be the cold, "You don't have to tell me."

"You're so self-centered, that all ya can do is push people away and watch them squirm. You actually enjoy watching them do it too! You're disgusting," Jou clenched his teeth, trying to settle down, "You deserve to hurt. You should hurt. A stupid card game was more important to you than anything else on Earth. Now look where you are, Kaiba!"

"You waited for me all day, didn't ya?"

"You said that you thought I would never show. You've been waiting around, haven't you?"

"Yes…"

"I'm in love with you also…"

"I hate you," Jou stated bluntly, "I really hate you."

Seto finally gave up and turned to leave. The breeze was becoming more bitter and relentless with the moment. Before he stepped away, Seto turned to face the blonde one last time. Water trailed down his cheek, and he looked away quickly, tossing the hidden object in his hand over the railing.

Instead of watching the boy he hated leave, he sped over to the ledge curiously.

A single peace rose fought the wind, falling to its grave below. The pink and white gradient of the petals would soon turn brown and become crushed under the feet of morning pedestrians. Jounouchi watched them separate, one by one, and whip through the air. The boy turned heel and fled back to Yugi's house, not caring who heard him weep on the way.

Yugi was waiting outside of his house patiently for Jounouchi. He didn't bother with a jacket; warmth was just beyond the door.

Yami took over when Jounouchi suddenly ran up and collapsed into his arms. He didn't care that Yugi saw him with tears streaming down his face.

"Where's…where's Honda?" Jou managed to let out. He was shaking violently in the shorter boy's arms.

"He's asleep," Yami answered as he stroked the blonde head in his hold, "What happened?"

"I was stupid to think that anyone decent could ever love me," Jou sobbed. The tears felt warm on Yugi's body.

"Let's go inside," Yami suggested, taking Jou's cold hand in his own and leading him through the door. They made their way upstairs into Yugi's room, and finally collapsed on the floor. Honda was sleeping peacefully in Yugi's bed, wearing blue pajamas. His limbs were stretched everywhere, claiming the entire mattress. A futon was prepared on the floor.

"Yugi decided that he should sleep on the floor, and you two take the bed…" Yami explained, "You may have to push him over. He's a heavy sleeper like Yugi."

"I'm not going to sleep, I can't sleep," the blonde continued to sob, "I feel sick to my stomach…" Jounouchi eased his breathing a bit, trying his best to calm himself out of being ill.

Yami placed a hand on his shoulder as he kneeled down in front of him. He stayed there a moment, giving it a consoling massage with his fingers, then grabbed his shoulder and pulled Jou back into another embrace. The crying boy felt wanted, he felt safe, and he felt vulnerable.

"People care about you, Jounouchi," Yami whispered, "It doesn't matter what happened. That won't change." He suggestively removed Honda's coat from Jou's shoulders, tossing it on the computer desk's chair.

"Yugi…" Jou uttered, caving in to the advances. He felt so alone, and it seemed like this was the right thing to do in order to fix that.

"I'm not Yugi," Yami breathed, pressing his mouth against Jou's.

For nearly five minutes, the two boys kissed each other, allowing their hands to know no boundaries, although it never went as far as it could have.

"I can't believe that you would do that," Honda suddenly scolded them. The boys broke apart, which allowed the brunette to make his next move easily. He punched Yami in face, and chided, "You should know better than to take advantage of a friend when they are so vulnerable!"

"You...you weren't asleep?" Yami asked, rubbing his face and hoping that Yugi would forgive him.

"Only half-asleep. It didn't hit me until I actually opened my eyes to see what the heck was up," Honda replied curtly, "What the hell are you two thinkin'? Jounouchi, what happened?"

"I..can't tell you," Jou answered, not being able to look his friends in their faces. A part of him still wanted to keep that promise to Kaiba, even though he was hurting so badly.

Yami sat there motionless as Honda continued his interrogation.

"You have to tell me, man! This doesn't just affect you, ya know. It's going to affect everyone in the guild too! Now what happened?" The tallest boy sat back down on Yugi's bed and crossed his arms patiently. His persistence was going to make Jou break in his state. That was easy enough to confirm, considering what had just happened on the floor.

"I hate…her," Jou said.

"What? I thought you two were madly in love or something like that?" Honda flailed his arms about wildly; "You hate her? What's going on?"

"I promised I wouldn't tell…"

"So you don't hate her, do you?

"…"

"I'm right. You can tell us whenever you want. Now let's go to sleep before we wake everyone up, okay guys?" Honda advised. He turned to the remaining boy on the floor, which was still possessed by the spirit, and warned, "And don't you try anything for the rest of the break. You can't use Yugi's body as a shield; I'm not afraid to come after you if you take advantage of him again."

Wow, only two chapters left, and then this fic is done. Crazy, huh?

A big thanks for all the reviews - Breaking 100 really brought a smile to my face!

Behind the Pixels, a series of side stories to this fic is up! The first story explains how Otogi and Bakura got together. I'm currently working on two more of the stories; Yami and Honda at the pharmacy and a Yugi one. I'm not certain one which one to post first…so you'll have to wait and see.

I know that I've made Otogi become somewhat of a jerkface (Somewhat? Okay…he just can't handle a real relationship…) I really have no idea if I intend on resolving the issues in his relationship or what. I just want to say one thing; I'm a Bakura fan, and a huge Otogi fan. It's an odd pairing, but I actually like it. I just like to torture characters even more (No, I am not sadistic…). People think I'm weird for liking Otogi…but oh well. I often wonder if he has a tattoo of Skull Dice somewhere on his body…maybe I'll work that into the side stories ;).

Oh, and don't get me wrong. I try as hard as possible to keep the characters in character. Like I said at the top, they are teenagers, and they are never portrayed as such in the anime. Too often they act like they are adults. It's really sad.

I hope everyone enjoyed it! I'm curious to see what everyone's predictions are, and what they thought of the events.

-Zelia Theb