Hello all you wonderful people who will review and say nice things... Ok, its been a really long time, sorry. Firstly, my new inspiration has been Catmoth, from Koneko Shido, who has been kicked off!! scowls She must come back. I also believe John Howards approach towards gay marriages is utter bullshit. I disagree with it completely. snarls and looks letter bombs to send Next, I would like to dedicate this fic to Hiei's fiancee, for motivating me to move my ass and update. Thanks!

Black Heart Dragon 17 – I love making people laugh, I hope this is funny enough for you!

Dragonite Konacko Himura – bingo!

Red Dragon Kirby – THANKYOU!! I was worried no-one would like my outfit designs.

Tassy – sorry I didn't send it to you first, but, im really busy, and even updating now is driving me bonkers. Looking forward to your return down here though!

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Disclaimer: In ma dreams...

Setos pov

At this point in time, I was beyond caring what they did in here. They could eat, sleep, throw food, harass the people across from them, it didn't matter to me. I was looking for a night where he could sit there and not care, not give a shit. In other words, I wanted to have 'fun.' And considering I find Marik and Bakuras antics with people and arson, or knives, or guns, or pain for that matter, fun, I figured tonights meal might prove to be a rather amusing ordeal for the good people of domino. I waited for Yami to get out of the car, and when he did, he paused to see the huge name of the restaurant, clearly impressed with our dining arrangements. He looked over at me with a smile, one sincere, that made me melt inside. "You are brave, Seto, I'll give you that." I smirked.

"Please, Yami, I did this on purpose. This is where all the finest snobs of Domino come to dine, and some of them deserve a bit of reality."

Yami joined my smirk, as he came to stand beside me, taking my arm. "Well, I'm sure Marik and Bakura will find some way to accommodate them."

"That's what I'm hoping."

Yami chuckled , a deep sound that sent shivers up my spine. I tugged lightly against his hand, pulling him along with me as I made my way up the stairs. The others had already gone ahead, but appeared to be having a little trouble with the doorman.

"Hey, what do we have to say! We have a booking here!"

"I highly doubt that, now step back or you will be removed from the premises by force."

I smirked at the look on Joey and Honda faces. Marik looked about ready to pull out the rod and slice him. Bakura was being restrained by Ryou and Yugi, both holding firmly onto his waist. I pulled them aside and stepped forward. The doorman was busy looking for something that might protect him from the already pissed group in front of him. Therefore, he wasn't even concentrating when I stepped up.

"You will open these doors right now and allow us in."

"Yeah buddy?" the irritated voice responded up, sounding bored, "I highly doubt... Mr Kaiba!"

I glared my glare of death at him, and he withered. "Am I to understand you are refusing to let myself and my guests into the restaurant I funded and opened? Not to mention having a reservation for tonight." The guy looked like he was going to pass out, piss himself, and then die. The looks of anger that had been on the two Yamis faces were replaced with smug smirks. Joey and Hondas faces were plastered with a smirk that plainly said, sucked in.

"Of course not Mr Kaiba! I didn't reali..."

"Clearly," I cut in, purposefully making this guy quake in his well shined shoes. "Now if you wouldn't mind?"

The air of annoyance in my voice was plain and the guy nodded feverishly, before spinning and pulling the doors open, stepping back and bowing us in. I stepped ahead, leading the way. Yami was grinning madly beside me, and I had the impression he was trying really hard not to burst into hysterics. Marik meanwhile, openly voiced his opinion.

"Nice Kaiba, you really sounded like that stuck up asshole again, I was impressed."

I smirked. I liked compliments like that. It meant I was still adept at playing the Ice King, as some had dubbed me.

"Mr Kaiba, welcome. Please follow me."

The man, adorned in a black tux and trying to look very professional, turned and headed off toward the back of the restaurant. I headed after him, the others following my lead, Joey and Honda making gasps and awed commentary. Some of the higher ranking business men nodded and raised there glasses to me as I walked past, but I did my usual thing and ignored them. They, however, could not ignore my enterage, as Yami and his gang turned heads.

We were lead to a large table in the corner, with a total of twelve seats. I headed straight for the seats in the corner, pulling Yami with me.

I sat, nodding my head at the others that they should do the same. Of course, Marik and Bakura had already sat down, bot sitting next to each other and scanning their surroundings with narrowed eyes. Yami pulled out the chair next to me and slid onto it. His gaze flicked across the room, trying to take in everything here. The walls were painted a silver white, feathers outlined in a black or gold splashed here and there. Glancing down at the table, Kaiba also noted the silvery and almost velvety table cloth spread across the round table. Silver china was perfectly set along the perimeter, with crystal wine glasses placed in front of them. Oh Ra, what do I serve them to drink? Okay, they have to stay sober until we get to club. Seto winced at the thought, as he realised even he was going to need something to keep his mind going.

"So, Kaiba, what's da food like 'ere?"

I glanced across the table at Joey.

"I'm sure it's better than anything you've ever pulled from the garbage."

Tristan and Yugis hands shot out to grasp onto Joeys arms, yet he remained in his seat, simply glaring at me.

"Well what do you know, the mutt has some obedience training. What, are you waiting for someone to say 'sick 'em'?" Bakuras comment caused me to chuckle.

What still shocked me, was the fact that Joey was still sitting there.

"Yeah, well Kaiba, its funny, cause you're always bitchin that I probably eat outta da gutter. Well, now here you are, feeding me. Danks." Tristan thought about this, before laughing, along with Mai, Serenity, Yugi, Ryou, and Otogi. I felt my face flush slightly.

"Only because you spend so much time with Yami. I was afraid that because you are so malnourished, you might 'transmit' something to him."

Yami chuckled by my side now, and the laughter once directed at me, was now at Joey.

Joey growled his displeasure. "Aww shuddup guys."

I smirked at him from across the table, and he rose his hand, giving me the finger.

"Good job mutt, now how about the others? Can you raise those one at a time too?"

This time, Joey did leap up. To topple over the waiter that had come up behind him. The group cacked themselves while they watched, through tears, as Joey and the waiter disentangled themselves.

"Sir..." the waiter mumbled, the exasperation and agitation evident in his voice.

"Sorry, didn't mean for dat to happen," Joey replied in an embarrassed tone.

"Undoubtedly Sir ."

I was beginning to like this waiter. Attitude, and he didn't like Joey, perfect. Separate from one another, Joey sent me another brilliant dog glare, the one that says 'come near me and I'll give you rabies,' before taking up his seat.

The waiter, scooping to the floor, retrieved the dropped menus' and order pad.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr Kaiba, I..."

"Heh, Kaiba gets a title all his own, mustn't fit into the other two." Marik and Bakura snickered beside one another.

Sighing, I dismissed the comment, though I fought to restrain Yami by my side. You wouldn't think someone that small would have that much strength. Coughing to show his indignation (I foresaw having to leave a huge tip after this) he began again.

"I am Leonard, you waiter for this evening. Here are the menus." The relatively tall man moved around the table, serving each person a menu. "I will return in ten minutes for your orders." Glancing around the table, he shot me a look somewhat close to pity, before turning and moving off. Even the waiters think I'm insane.

I watched as each of Yamis friends seized a menu, conversing with each other on what to get, or if they should share a meal (this being Serenity and Mai of course). Yami cleared his throat beside me, browsing over the menu with narrowed eyes. I watched in fascination, as he became more and more irritated, finally shutting the menu and dropping it on the table, a scowl apparent on his features.

"Ra, it could say that the meal was to be prepared on a tanned virgins chest, and still I wouldn't be able to understand enough what the hell it is."

I chuckled. Glancing around the table, I could see the other Yamis' were having similar problems.

"Don't worry Yami," I chuckled again, "I'll order for you."

I seized a menu, flipping through the pages. I noticed Ryou doing the same for Bakura and Marik. I mentally jotted down a wine and a dish I thought Yami would appreciate, lifting my eyes, I saw Joey and Tristan looking through the menus, grinning like pyromaniacs that have just been given a petrol tanker. I scowled. It didn't take a genius to realise they would order the most expensive and elaborately prepared meal here. Doubted they could swallow it though.

The Kaiba Corp bills were about to skyrocket.

I looked up as the waiter approached.

"Alright, time da order!"

AN: this is where the pov is going to jump, k?

Bakuras pov

Bakura was rather fed up with the Pharaoh right now. He watched as the ruby eyed teen fed the former high priest another mouthful of the food before them. He watched as it, the food (as he still wasn't sure what the hell it was), was followed with a light brush of the lips.

Stupid Pharaoh. It was about time he just dragged the CEO under the table and snogged his brains out, though the Tomb Robber could think of much better things to do under a table. But there wasn't time for that. Reaching for a glass, he let out a bored yawn. He seized the glass, bringing it towards him. A swift jerk of Mariks arm. Marik. Fist. Glass. Wine. Bakura and Marik. Much cursing.

Yamis pov

Yami looked up across the table at the outburst of fluent egyptian cursing.

He was met with the sight of Marik and Bakura, on their feet, glaring at one another, covered in expensive wine. Yami joined the group in their laughter.

I couldn't believe how stupid they could be sometimes, and so now it was, not even half way into the night, and Bakura was stained in something hard to remove from clothing. O.o

Chuckling, Seto spoke. "There's a bathroom down the hall, that way," he said pointing. The two looked in the direction, before cursing again and heading toward the hall.

"Those two," Ryou sighed in exasperation, a smile of amusement plastered over his face.

I turned back to my previous engagement, letting out an inward sigh at my 'dessert.' Ra, I loved those eyes.

Bakuras pov

Out of sight down the hall, I let the smirk move onto my face. Morons. Like we'd spill wine on ourselves, I mean really. Between Marik and I, we had more skills than all of them combined. Times ten. Yet we always fail against the Pharaoh... Piff, well we're not out to get the Pharaoh now. I glance over at Marik, who's smirking off his face. Marik, who's smirking off his face.

Koneko being kicked off.

"They are thick."

"Like I don't already know."

"Have you got it?"

"No. Of course not. I just spilt wine all over us for the hell of it."

"Sounds like something stupid you'd do."

I growled. "Here's the damn vile," I said, pushing it into his open hand. If possible, his smirk grew. A waiter approached us, his eyes holding that unmistakable look of warning. You know the one, the one that says 'if you don't leave this hall way now, I'll run off and report you to the 'manager', cause I'm a spineless twat.'

"Excuse me gentlemen, but this leads to the kitchen. Please..."

He didn't get a chance to finish. "Perfect," I hissed at him, my eyes flashing. Marik just gave a bored sigh, waving the rod at him. His eyes went dull, and he stood there, a seemingly over dressed mannequin.

"Lets go," the blonde stated, pushing past his new toy. I glanced at the figure.

"You ruin all my fun."

Setos pov

I can safely say, there is nothing better than a good, well cooked meal. Being fed to you by a 5000 year old, sexy egyptian Pharaoh.

I quivered as he licked my lips clean of whatever I'd just been eating. (Like I'd pay any attention to the food with Yami feeding me) I grabbed his head, my hand wrapping in his hair, as I made the kiss last. Mmm, chicken, so that's what we ate... He broke off from me, forcing me to release his hair, or hurt him by pulling against it. I would never hurt the Pharaoh. My Pharaoh.

He turned to look across the table. My eyes followed, as I too shifted, moving across each of my guests. I couldn't help pause and stare, as lavender held me poised. He had gorgeous eyes too. I shook off the thought, reminding myself that Yamis eyes were equally beautiful, wait, scratch that, more so beautiful. Yet he continued to stare. And I couldn't help watch him. Watch him as he winked, watched him as he ran his tongue over soft pink lips. Can we say... holy shit? What was he doing?! I broke off, startled, my eyes instead landing on Bakura and Marik, only just resuming there seats. I rose an eyebrow at them, checking a clock over an arch near the exit, my thoughts leaving previous confusions.

"You take 15 minutes in a bathroom to clean half a glass of wine off the two of you." They sent each other glance. "What, in Ra's name, were you two doing? And please, spare my sanity, and just tell me."

They looked at each other again. I smell a conspiracy. Wait...that's Mais' perfume...

Bakura shrugged, before grinning. "We didn't find their main course all that... interesting. So, we thought we'd give them a 'tip.'"

Yami groaned.

"Neither of you two can cook to save your lives. What the hell have you done?"

Marik grinned.

"Ok, so it was an ingredient we thought should be added. No big deal."

Yami paled. "What kind of ingredient ?"

"Steroscaphula [1]," Bakura said smirking, knowing full well none of us had a clue as to what the hell that was.

I sighed. "Kindly elaborate."

"Yami should know." Bakura grinned now. "He's had it before."

I glanced at my Pharaoh, who was scowling.

"Not that, anything but that."

The whole table was watching now, as the two Yamis began to snicker, and the other shook his head.

"What?!" Ryou asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"It's the stuff we poisoned Yami with 5000 years ago. We made it ourselves," the Tomb Robber stated proudly, he and Marik grinning with obvious pride at making something obviously disturbing.

I looked to Yami, with the rest of the table, to see him blushing, rather embarrassed.

"You guys mean the stuff that left me near comatose, and, during my conscious hours, thinking I was a scarab beetle?!" he hissed. Everyone there, myself included, though I tried hard not to, cracked up.

Yamis face burned, while Marik and Bakura nodded, grinning like maniacs. The Pharaoh growled. "Shut up! Its not funny! Any doctor that came to see me were in danger of having a limb eaten!"

This only served the group a further round of laughs. By now, the Pharaohs face was the same color as his eyes, and I leaned in to kiss him lightly on the cheek. He growled, before leaping to his feat. "No."

He turned and headed for the door, his outfit turning many executives heads, some of them not entirely welcome. At this I growled. Many of the bastards watched Yamis ass in the tight leather, and all at the table seeing it, saw me leap up after the teen. I darted to him, spinning him around and crushing my lips to his. No one would have my Pharaoh but me. Especially none of these pricks. Unfortunately, Yami didn't see, nor get that part. He stepped back, glaring at me. "Don't," he hissed, spinning abruptly and walking out the door. I cursed. Spinning around, I signaled our departure to the others, who rose, and in some cases, racing for the door yelling choice phrases including, 'time da club,' and, 'lets shake da booties.'

Bakura and Marik took up the rear. I glared at them. "So, what cures... starscalp... whatever?"

"Don't worry Kaiba, its simple enough if they just see a doctor. We checked."

I nodded, stepping up to the register, handing over the KC card. I saw some ungodly number pass across the screen, before the card was handed back to me with a smile. I also placed the tip. Tip, yeah right. It was enough to open a small business...

I took the card, moving for the door. Yet Bakura stood there still, Marik at his shoulder.

"We saw what you were doing Kaiba. And whether Yami ever realises, or says anything, we think what you did was... right."

Bakura seemed as thought to puzzle his own words, before turning and walking out the door. Marik fixed me with a steady gaze, before giving me a smile/smirk, and following Bakura, leaving me utterly perplexed. I was unable to ponder Bakuras words long enough, as I heard some ones cutlery clatter, as they began to retch. I was out the door before it hit the floor. (And am a poet and I didn't know it.)

So, Seto Kaiba has found himself a little bitch. Well, I wonder how much the little whore can be bought for... Getting one over the CEO would be good. Getting something he wants, or loves, taking it, breaking it, that could be better...

Ok, I am an evil authoress. There is no rest for the wicked, so clearly I'm an evil bitch. Now, [1], is nothing even remotely medical nor poisonous. As far as I know, its not even half a word. I just made it up on the spot.

Lately I have been having a severe case of writers block, not to mention I currently have exams three days away, and am working on four fics currently. So, this might not update for a little while, but I do have the next storyline in mind. I want to know what you all think, should Seto hook up wiv the gorgeous egyptian, Malik? Should Yami get nicked by some executive perv? Or maybe something else...

I am also writing a lemon Seto/Malik style, as a one shot, let me know if I should post that too.