Sorry, forgot this in the last chappie:

Outoto: Japanese; little/younger brother


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He hated festivities, even small partys were a gruel to him.
But since Mokuba had insisted on going, he let himself be talked into it.
Besides, it was not like he needed an excuse to be here, seeing as the town major had sent him a personal invitation.
The problem was, that, between discussing politics and wealth funds with the upper crust, Seto was forced to watch his little brother aswell.
Which was why he was now standing in a corner of the dancehall, watching the people, particularly Mokuba, swaying to the music.
Blue eyes roamed the crowd, coming to rest on a small, familiar group of teens.

Otogi had replaced his headband with a red leather cap. A red, sleeveless leather vest wich was adorned with gold chains, was stretched taut over his torso. Skintight, tie-up black leather pants, which were at least two sizes two tight, clung to his legs. Biker boots completed the outfit.
Disgustedly, Seto sneered at how the dice duelist simultanously ground his hips against two random girls' loins.
His glance moved over to Yugi and Anzu, and his heart nearly stopped at the brunette's loud choice of clothes:

The neon-pink halter top clashed horribly with the bright, orange plastic mini, and the green high heels weren't helping any.
Not that it really mattered, since her dancing style consisted mostly of bouncing, wich was still classes better than what Yugi did.
Seto winced, when the short duelist stomped on Anzu's left foot, in a desperate attempt to keep his balance. Obviously, the king of games was also the clumsiest dancer to ever grace the earth. Even his elegant attire, a short-sleeved, pale blue shirt and purple jeans with silver studs and ankle-high boots couldn't disguise his complete lack of talent.

Diverting his eyes from the pitiful sight, Kaiba instead turned his gaze on Shizuka.
The young girl sported a cute, fluffy summer dress with large flower print, her sandal-covered feet moving uncertainly to the rhythm, following Honda's busterous lead.
Hiroto's usually pointy hair was slightly softened down, a few accurately placed strands of hair falling onto his forehead.
Velvet, deep green and shining, the blazer flirted with his lean figure, his seemingly endless legs appearing even longer dressed in smooth, dark blue cotton, Honda's body twisting in perfect sync to the music.
But the undisputed lord of the dance that night was Jounouchi Katsuya.

The blond moved in almost hypnotizing ways, restoring dance to what it was: an art.
An expensive white shirt, only halfway buttoned, revealing his well-toned chest, silk black pants and black dress shoes, the only accessory item his ever-present dogtag: the simple, yet beautous style only managed to highlight his good looks and unruly golden hair.
Kaiba tilted a brow at Jou's graceful motions.
So the mutt did have a talent, even if wasn't one of any real use.

Otogi chose that particular moment, to unravel himself from his female...attachments and draw Katsuya's attention to him.
A few moments, the two guys talked quietly, then a short but heated argument erupted, which was ended by Katsuya crossing his arms and giving the creator of Dungeon Dice Monsters an angry glare.
This one tried a different approach, green eyes always flitting over to Seto, who watched the scene with dull interest. Finally, Katsuya threw his hands in the air, exclaiming his dislike and defeat, then nodded hesitantly.
With a friendly pat on the back, he was pushed direction Kaiba, uncertanity, annoyance and discomfort showing on his face.

Sighing, he came to stand before the taller brunet, and, crossing his arms anew, he muttered.
"So?"
Kaiba just turned his head the other way, attempting to ignore the younger one.
Growling, Katsuya tried to keep his cool, before asking:
"Care to dance?"
Seto's head snapped around, as he snarled:
"Pardon me?"
Shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the next, Jou huffed.
"Listen, this isn't my idea, 'kay? Otogi put up this insane bet, to see, who's the better dancer, you or me. And since there's fity bucks in the pot, plus a free, limited version of 'Dungeon Dice Monsters: Golden Era', I took the bait. So, what'cha say, you up to the challenge?"
Kaiba considered this a few moments. As much as he hated making a spectacle out of himself, he just couldn't turn down the opportunity, to put the mutt in his place. Besides, he could use the practice.
"Fine, welp. But no closed dances." Jou made a face, as if just having been ordered to clean a garbage can with his tongue.
"Like, duh, it's not that I'd wanted to touch you in the first place, except perhaps, to punch in your nose!" he roared, which made Kaiba chuckle.
"As if you would ever stand a chance against me, pup. Now, are you ready to face defeat-yet again?"
If looks could kill, Katsuya would have faced a triple death sentence. But this way, all he could do, was to follow the CEO to the center of the hall, where this one immediately began moving in sync to the rhythm.
Their old rivalry had come alive once again.

Sweatdrops formed his brow, but he never once took his eyes off his opponent.
They had been dancing for nigh on two hours, and, one by one, a crowd had gathered around them, encouraging both him and the welp.
Blue eyes narrowed in anger and grudged, unwilling respect. Jou was an excellent dancer, even he had to admit that.
'If his dueling skills were anywhere the level of his dancing abilites, he might even be a challenge. But then again, he'll never reach my height. Time to end this posse, and show this dog, that I'll always best him."
With that thought, Seto performed a combo of several very accurate, difficult flamenco steps, then paused in an elegant pose, to see, what Jou had to offer.
Nothing could have prepared him for Katsuya's counter; the blond dove into a split, pirouetted back into an upright position, rolled his slim hips in ways, Kaiba had thought anatomically impossible, threw in a little moonwalking, somersaulted and came to land gracefully on his feet, arms stretched wide, his now open shirt billowing around his sweat-covered body, head thrown back in triumph, amber eyes shining passionately from underneath wild, golden tresses.

For three seconds, all was silent, and then the audience roared in awe, even as the two opponents shook off their trance and relaxed enough, to resume normal positions.
Closing the distance between them, Jou offered a hand, and Kaiba had no other choice, than to accept it, although his other fist shook in rage. The other one gave a friendly half-smile, obviously blind to the brunet's rage.
"Hey, you're pretty good, I'll give ya that, Kaiba. Think, we'll be seeing each other again on the dancefloor, perhaps even for another..challenge?" he mused, just to grit his teeth in pain, when Seto squeezed his hand rather hard.
"Not in this lifetime, mutt. And don't think, just because you won this one little struggle, I'll ever respect you in any way!"
Rolling his eyes, Jou twisted his fingers out of Kaiba's steel-like grip, mumbling:
"Sheesh, I knew, you're a sore loser, just never thought, you'd be that bitter about it. Ya stuck-up bastard", he added under his breath, flexing his throbbing hand. Seto only cast him his infamous cold glare, which didn't impress Jou.
With a shrug, Katsuya turned to face the audience, to collect his well-earned applause and praise, when, suddenly, he caught sight of a pair of green eyes and black hair. Immediately, his temper got the better of him, and, pushing through the people, he called after the other teen:
"Otogi Ryuuji, come back here! You're the one, who caused this whole trouble! I swear, if I get my hands on you, you'll wish, you'd never been born. I'll make ya regret that haire-brained idea of yours for sure, just wait-hey, hey, where d'ya think, you're-hey come back here, ya little-"
His voice was lost in the babbling and cheering of the crowd, as he took after Otogi.

No one ever noticed Kaiba heading for the exit, Mokuba in tow.

He really didn't needed this now.
Sitting at his desk, Kaiba contemplated if wether or not to open the newest letter, then decided, to read it anyway, knowing the thought of it, or rather, the curiousity, would keep nagging him.
With a furrowed brow, Seto read the carefully penned lines, before shaking his head and tossing the sheet into a drawer.
"Asinie poetry!" he hissed, as he returned to the matters at hand, creating the next generation of duel disc.
Inside his head, the words kept turning over and over again, like an endless caroussel.


Unthrifty loveliness why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free:
Then beautous niggard why dost thou abuse,
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
Profitless usurer why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums yet canst not live?
For haffing traffic only with thy self alone,
Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive,
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
Wich uséd lives th' executor to be.

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Heh, sorry, I couldn't help the Anzu-bashing. I hope her fans don't maim me for it...°