Err… this is very late. Sorry. ;; Let's just pretend it's Christmas, neh? happy New Years!

"Want to throw snow at me? Try to catch me first, Seto." A teasing voice whispered in his ears, causing Seto's spine to shiver in delight. He bent down, picked up some snow, balled it up, and within minutes, was chasing after Yami. He could hear Yami's twinkling laughter again.

"Nah Na Na Na. Can't touch this!" Yami's voice sang out before peals of laughter came tumbling out.

Seto aimed, but missed. His eyes narrowed. He picked up his speed and threw his whole body into what he was going to do next.

He tackled Yami into a pile of snow. Yami was at the bottom, Seto at on the top.

"Yami… you have GOT to cut back on Shark Tales."

Yami began to laugh, but then he felt weight on top of him. His eyes widened to their full extent. They were so close… sharing the same air, the same oxygen. The noise began to die down.

Breathe in… breathe out… breathe in… breathe out.

Dead silence filled the air as ruby eyes collided with sapphire ones.

Breathe in… breathe out… breathe…. Breathe… BREATHE, damn it. Remember to breathe.

The silence was suddenly broken.

"Uh, Seto? Can you get off me?" Yami squeaked out. "Oh shoot, my voice. I hope he doesn't realize..." Yami inwardly thought.

Seto blinked for a few seconds, breaking contact with scarlet eyes. He took a few seconds for his brain to register everything in. Everything had happened so fast!

"Eh? Oh… oh right. I'm sorry." Seto quickly got up from Yami and was now sitting on his knees in the foot deep snow. He looked away, still trying to recollect all the events, feeling his face warm up. He quickly looked away from Yami. His eyes were down, looking at the snow.

Yami quickly got up and turned his head away.

There was some awkward silence. Each person trying to decipher what had just happened. Both were blushing like mad, their faces practically resembled tomatoes. Their eyes met for a second before looking away, blushing even more. More awkward silence came their way.

"We… uh… should get going, eh?" Seto coughed and got up from the snow, wiping away the snow and shaking off his now-wet clothes. He looked at them in disdain. Yami slowly got up also. He put all his weight to his feet and used his hands to push himself up. He wiped his hands and the two of them stood there, avoiding each other's looks.

At that moment, Yami sneezed. Not a very big sneeze, but he continued to sneeze… repeatedly.

Seto's head turned towards Yami with alarm. "We should really get you home Yami. Let's go." With that, he took Yami's hand and took him into his own car. Yami did nothing but let him, sneezing and thinking about Seto's hand in his. Yami opened the door the car and sat down, shivering. Seto closed the door and walked to the back of his car. He popped open the trunk and grabbed something before heading towards the driver's seat. He opened his door, got in, sat down, and quickly closed the door. Yami peered at Seto between sneezes and coughs. Seto was holding onto a white fluffy towel. Seto quickly opened it up, displaying the towel's largeness and draped it around Yami's shoulders.

"Here, Yami. Dry yourself up and everything. Don't want you to get any worst than you are." Seto revved up the car, turned on the heat, and drove.

Once they reached the Kame Game shop, Seto began to feel a throbbing in his head, but he quickly ignored it as he fussed over Yami. (:-P) They ran towards the shop and opened the door. Seto turned on the light as Yami headed toward the couch. Seto walked swiftly into the kitchen to look for medicine in the cabinets. Yami felt his face reddening.

"Seto, you don't have to do this. I'm fi-" Yami sneezed in mid-sentence.

Seto looked over his shoulder and smirked. "Yea, I can see that you're fine. Just sit there, okay?" Yami obeyed, looking a bit embarrassed. The great Yami, pharaoh of ancient Egypt and King of Games, is being taken care of while sick. "I have seriously…" his thoughts were broken when Seto sat down next to him on the couch with a mug of hot tea and pills. Seto put the mug on the coffee table in front of them and handed Yami the pills. Yami did nothing but look at the pills in Seto's hand.

Seto leaned in a bit and Yami knew his breathing had stopped. Seto stopped near Yami's ear and whispered.

"Yami, you're suppose to take the pills and swallow them while drinking the tea."

Yami, surprised by this entirely different act, took the pills with bewilderment. He obediently put the pills in his mouth and swallowed it with the hot mug of green tea. He drank about three-fourths of the tea before putting in back down on the coffee table. Afterwards, he lied back on the couch and closed his eyes, feeling the sense of drowsiness overtake him. Within seconds, the shores of sleep had come to take him for a ride, leaving only a pair of blue eyes staring.

Seto stared at the sleeping figure, his heart fluttering ever so slightly. "He's so innocent and so… could it possibly mean that I… nah… but… what if…" Seto sighed as he, too, leaned back onto the couch. His headache seemed to be getting worst and it was bothering him. A lot. With a small groan, he got up from the couch and shuffled into the kitchen to look for something to ease his mind.

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Yami slowly woke up from blissful sleep. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in his own room, his own bed. "How did I get in here? I remember falling asleep on the couch…" Yami felt a small smile rising in the corners of his mouth. "It must be Seto." Nonetheless, Yami did feel a ton better than he did before. He flung his comforter to the side of his bed and swung his legs down to the floor. He looked at himself carefully. He was in his pajamas. He pushed the confusion out of his mind and bounded to the door, down the steps. When he reached the bottom, he glanced around and found Seto lying on the couch snoozing. Yami couldn't help but grin. He tiptoed towards Seto and looked down at him. "Déjà vu…" Yami couldn't help thinking to himself. "I hope he doesn't wake up again." Yami noticed that Seto was still wearing the same clothes as before and after some more inspection, declared to himself that they were pretty dirty. With one last look, he went back upstairs to grab some clean clothing.

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Seto woke up with a start and looked around. "Why am I sleeping on a couch instead of in a bed? This place isn't my mansion… where am I?" He was just about to have a heart attack but then he remembered. He looked at himself and did have a heart attack. "These aren't my clothes! Where are my clothes?" He stood up and headed to the stairs yelling "Yami!" at the top of his lungs. Yami's tri-colored hair appeared and looked at him in bewilderment.

"What is it, Seto?" Yami could see that Seto was seething.

"What are these?!" He used his hands to gesture at the overlarge navy blue t-shirt and pajama pants. Yami raised an eyebrow at him.

"Those are sleeping-wear clothes, Seto."

"I know that, but what am I doing in them?"

"Your clothes were dirty and wet, so I changed them for you."

Seto froze. Yami changed his clothes?

"Uh…"
"What? It's not like I did anything or saw anything. I just took off your coat and shirt and I only saw your boxers, which I have to say, nice hearts." Yami smirked. "Besides, I was just returning the favor."

"What favor?"

"You helped me get into my bed and my pajamas."

"Uh… That was Yugi. I called him to tell him that you were sick and he came home and changed your clothes, and then he left again."

"Oh…" Yami felt disappointment and humiliation wrap around his entire body. "Well then… uh… at least you're not sick now… you would have been…"

There was a moment of awkward silence.

Seto cleared his throat. "So… yea, how are you feeling?"
Yami looked up from the carpeted floor. "I'm feeling much better. Thanks." He attempted a smile but wasn't quite sure it had gone through. Seto wasn't paying attention. The horrible migraine had settled into his head and he couldn't push it out. Seto felt as if his head was about to explode. It was throbbing painfully and everything in his eyes seemed to be blurry. He blinked but saw only a blur of yellow and blue.

Yami saw Seto sink to his knees and with alarm, called out Seto's name. Yami rushed down the stairs and grabbed onto Seto.

"Seto… Seto! Are you alright?"

"Y-y-yeah. I'm just fine. Must be the cold and all that work…" His voice seemed slurred.

"Okay, let's get you to the couch." Yami put Seto's arm around his shoulders and guided Seto to the couch. Yami laid Seto down and felt his head.

"Oh, Seto. You have a fever!" With those last words from Yami, Seto felt his brain officially shut down.

The next time Seto woke up, he felt someone beside him. When he got up, a wet white cloth fell off his forehead. The throbbing had lessened and he looked around. He saw Yami right beside him with worried eyes.

"You're awake! How are you?"

"How… what… what happened?"

"You just collapsed and you have a slight fever."

"O-oh."

"Are you feeling better now?"

"Yea. Fine. Thanks Yami."

Yami smiled. "It's no problem." He looked at the clock. "It's really late… it's past midnight… I guess Christmas is officially over."

"I have to get home to Mokuba."

"I called him already and told him that you had a fever. He said that you didn't have to come home until the morning… he sounded strangely happy…"

"Ugh… little brothers." Seto knew exactly what Mokuba was planning.

Yami laughed but then looked down. "Uh, listen Seto. I have to tell you something."

"Hmm? What is it?" Seto was curious.

"I… uh… I…" Yami stumbled among his words. Why couldn't he say it?

Seto held his gaze on Yami.

"Seto, I… Iminlovewithyou." Yami looked up to find a surprised Seto.

"W-wow Yami. Um…" He rubbed his arm and looked at the floor. "Well…"

Yami noticed that he was holding his breath, waiting for Seto's answer. When none came, he exhaled slowly, eyes downcast.

"It's okay Seto. I just wanted to let it out. I'm… going to go get some tea. Do you want any?" When Seto didn't answer, Yami got up from his seat facing Seto and walked to the kitchen entrance, where the cabinet that held the tea was. He opened it up and grabbed some while Seto looked on. Seto noticed the thing above Yami's head, hanging on the kitchen entrance and couldn't hide his grin. He got up from the couch and headed towards Yami.

Yami sighed inwardly as he grabbed the tea from the cabinet. When he turned around, he was surprised to find Seto in front of him, grinning.

"Seto, what in the world?" Seto just kept grinning, his eyes then moved upward. Yami's eyesight followed and then he saw it.

Mistletoe. Yugi had forgotten to take it down.

Before Yami realized it, Seto leaned forward and their lips met. He felt Seto's arms wrap around his waist, pulling them closer together. Yami felt his eyes slowly close and his arms went up around Seto's neck. When they broke away, Yami noticed that Seto was still grinning.

"I know it's a bit late, but Happy Holidays… darling."

"Mm…" Yami only pulled Seto in for another kiss.