AN: Hey...yep me again. Thanks for all the reviews. I feel so special...blushes... Also for people that were like dude she already posted this. I know I did. I added changes so I reposted. Anyways I really glad that you all like it and this chapter is going to be done in Seto's pov, ok...ok.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh or this song in the fic. (by the way it's One Last Time by HIM) if I did I wont have let them fuck it up so much....

Chapter 2: Looking for you.

I sat on my couch as I watch our music video play. It wasn't going out till a couple of weeks from now. I narrow my eyes as I watch the way the camera seems to stay on my chest and lower parts of my body. "What the hell is this shit?" I question the multi colored hair person beside me. His bangs were a light white and the first row of spikes were crimson red, and then it ended black in the back. It seems to match perfectly with his crimson eyes that happen to straying from my face right at this moment.

"C'mon Kaiba don't tell me you weren't paying attention to our new manger?" question the boy beside him. He was Yami, his lead guitarist and back up vocals and happen to be one of his closest friends. "No, I didn't," I stated coldly.

"Well, remember when she said that we need to appeal more to the girl's right? Umm, and remember when she said that we need more love songs, right?" Yami glance once at Kaiba before looking away. "Yes, Yami. I remember that now, but that doesn't explain why in our first music video, the camera is latch on my body, now does it?" I said perfectly in a cool voice, that didn't betray my anger.

"What he means is ,Kaiba, that we are now using you as the band sexy lead singer, so that means you better get use to those leather hip huggers and no shirts, ok sweetie." Seto turn around to direct an icy glare at their new manger, Mai, she was barely dressed today like usual. Wearing a barely there black mini-skirt that fitted like underwear and red corset that was so small that her breasts almost popped out.

Seto didn't like her, but she was their new manger and she did have good head for business even if she did dress like a slut. And she was here to push them always the way to the top, even if she make him out to be one of those rock sex gods. Really if Seto thought really hard about it he didn't mind being portrayal as a rock sex god but might make things kind of weird for his kid brother.

"Anyways, I came by today to see if you did any better with the love songs? Hmm Kaiba, have you work on any?" , question Mai as she glance around the loft that serve as house for the whole band. Her eyes spotted the trash bin, it was over flooded with crumple up papers. 'Songs? Really bad songs or what', thought Mai as she walk over to the bin.

"Hey", yelled Seto as he watch Mai pick up one of his fail attempts at writing a mushy love song. He hate them with a passion. Yeah, he wrote love songs but it more along the lines of end of the relationship, more about the break up then the actual I love you kind of thing.

"One kiss that all I took but I gave it away. That day that I saw you. ," read Mai as she uncrumple the paper. "Well, that was ok but can't you make it more ,you know passionate, so that it sounds like you really meant it.? Huh? Because basically right now all your songs are like ice and it's hard to cuddle with ice." , said Mai as she looked at Kaiba.

Kaiba just glared at her more. 'Well, that went bad, I guess I better take my leave before he really gets pissed.', thought Mai as she shook her head. This was her job she had to push and piss them off so that they could make some really good stuff. "Well later guys I have to go. Bye", called out Mai as she balled up the paper, chuck it and turn to leave.

Yami just barely wave bye before turning back to his best friend. "You know what you need, Seto? Huh? A muse.", with that Yami stood up and left too.

Seto sat there and thought about it some. 'Maybe Yami was right,' he thought as he pick up his writing pad and flip through it. And maybe Mai was right too. Who wants to cuddle up with ice?

Seto then got up and head to his room. He turn on his stereo before flopping on his bed. He had been listening to love songs, trying to figure out how to write a really good one without it being too mushy.

Is it so hard to believe our hearts are made to be broken by love?

In constant dying lies the beauty of it all.

Don't you feel sweet heaven in our endless cry?

Seto cock his head to the side as he listened. This was Yami's Cd not his so this was new. It also made him think of how Yami was saying that he need a muse. Hmm, a muse thought Seto as he wonders how that would work out.

Muse. It echo in his head. Hmp who needs a fucking muse, thought Seto as he stretch out on the bed. Idly listening to the lyrics in the background.

Ever amazed how bright the flames we're burning in are.

Ever smiled at the tragedies we hold inside.

Won't you cherish the fear of like that keeps you and me alive?

Yep, that's why he needs a muse, someone to help bring the girls squealing and cry out every time he sings. Songs that made the girls feel like he was singing just for them. That would really help the sex god reputation that Mai had helped build up for him. But there was only one problem; Seto didn't want to be every girl's fantasy. Maybe just one boy...like the one at the concert last night.

He remembers last night as he swept his glaze over the crowd, he was half blinded by the golden hair that glisten in the dark smoky night club. He could see how he and his friend were press up against the stage. He study him for a moment as he look at him from under his brown hair, then he look back out to the crowd and back to his golden punk rocker. He was stunned by the meltly, chocolate, brown eyes. It was such a shock to his system that he let out the title of the song in a breathy whisper.

As the song went on he couldn't seem to take his eyes off him and he did got bitch at later because of it. But still in that moment were he first saw him. He felt the need to write something mushy. Something that a lover would coo in his beloved's ear.

Seto then sat up. 'Whoa, me write a mushy love song for someone?!? What the hell! Maybe I need to get laid. Why would I want to write love songs for someone I didn't even know? Huh...fuck Mai getting to me....', trail off Seto as he shook his head before laying back down.

'Well, if I see my golden punk rocker, maybe I'll go for it. But really when's the next time I'm going to see him, huh? Most likely never but I can see use that memory to write a love song, right?" with this questions lurking in his mind and the gently murmuring of Valo in the background, Seto fell asleep.

An: Sorry guys I tried to make it longer but I haven't got it yet. Well, the next chapter is going to be in Joey pov, just so you know and more thanks for the reviews. Yall make my day!!! Ummmm, I know Seto is like waayyyyyyy Au but Seto's hard for to write for, it always comes out girly. I know man that sucks... Later and lots of hugs and kissies- lil worros