"H-he kissed me!" Seto thought out loud. His perplexity was clearly shown on his face as Yami ran past him and out of the room. Seto did nothing but watch Yami run, contemplating whether he should run after Yami and demand an answer or not. Once Seto realized that it was a bit too late, since Yami had already ran downstairs, Seto decided to stay in the room. After all, he needs some time to think this whole situation over. But first, he should know where the heck he was. He looked around to see a room bare, save the stacks of chairs that lined the walls. Seto had a hunch that this room used to be a bedroom that was filled with lavish tapestries and the whole sort. The reason he knew was from the stone balcony that faced the outside. Because, no doubt, every polished man studies a place before he rents for a dinner party, right? No matter how beautiful it looks on the outside. Who knows what freakish things might have happened centuries ago. The sun had already set about an hour ago and now, stars and a bit of moonlight peeked into the room.

Seto walked into the balcony and perched his arms on the beams, looking out onto the balcony that overlooked a beautiful garden and fountain in the center. He saw people mingling and wreaking some havoc, "thanks to those imbeciles that Yami calls as friends," but quickly dismissed it as he replayed the scene before his mind, searching in earnest for anything but he drew a blank. Seto could have sworn that Yami's kiss was a bit more than alcohol, but he couldn't be sure. "Yami's unpredictable," Seto stated to himself as he shook his head.

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Yami did nothing but let his legs run mechanically. The only think on his mind was to get out of the room where he had lost control and accidentally let his emotions run his actions. Yami couldn't help but swear at own self and his blast body. "Damn brain stimulations," Yami muttered to himself as he stopped running. He gasped as he let oxygen into his lungs to carry oxygenated blood towards his body. He was out of breath, but that, along with the thin trail of sweat at his forehead, was insignificant at the moment. He needed to figure out where he was. His eyes scanned the land that he currently occupied, only to realize that he didn't run too far. He could still see the fancy white house in the horizon. Figuring that his home consisted of several hours of walking from here as to an hour of going back, Yami decided to go back. Besides, Yugi and his other friends might be wondering where he had disappeared off to… he could sense Yugi's worry through a sixth sense. Besides, what could hurt? Seeing Seto didn't mean that he had to talk to him. After making his decision, Yami shrugged to himself and began the walk back.

When Yami finally did reach the fancy house, he felt as if his legs were about to fall off. He had clearly mistaken the distance from where he had been to the house. "And all because of the empty space between them." Yami muttered inwardly. He trudged into the house and back to the table of his friends. They looked up when he approached the table to ask where he had been, but one look of his weary state, stopped them. There was some awkward conversation going on because they didn't know what they should exactly do, but Yami sent them a reassuring smile. Soon after that, the group of friends seemed to have relaxed a bit a returned to their conversations. Yugi could do nothing but send Yami looks that were clearly created from worry and curiosity. Yami could do nothing but look at his food and drink some more red wine.

Some more hours flew by before Seto came towards the table. When he approached, Seto noticed that Yami purposefully avoided eye contact. He felt something sink into his stomach but before he could act, he remembered that he was in front of his little brother, not to mention the mindless group who Yami calls friends. Seto could foretell that if he did anything out of the ordinary, at least someone would suspect something and prod him, and that was the last thing that Seto wanted into the huge pile of mess he already had.

"It's time to leave," he replied in his most monotonous voice.

The group made disappointed sounds but followed Seto back to the limo. Seto snorted at the group's response to his announcement. Like he wanted to spend another hour in the limo with imbeciles, a hyperactive little brother, and an unresponsive "friend"? As if.

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It was late at night when Yami and Yugi arrived at the game shop, which they called home. When they opened the door, Yami mumbled something unintelligible before trudging upstairs. From what Yugi had seen in the limo ride back home, something had punctured Yami and Seto's relationship and Yugi was concerned. He only wanted the best for Yami and it pained Yugi to see Yami in this state. After watching Yami's retreating form, Yugi turned away from the staircase and grabbed the cordless phone on his way to the couch.

Yami was up in the bedroom that he shared with Yugi, sitting on the floor with his head leaning on one of the beds. He hadn't thought about it before, but his legs were still hurting him. He looked at them stretched out lazily on the floor and sighed. Why he actually ran was still on his mind. He was going to think about it in the limo ride home but the awkward silence with him and Seto stopped his mind from wandering. Yami was afraid. What if this was one of Seto's sick jokes? What if it was merely his source of entertainment and such? And as much as he would like to deny it, Yami was afraid of commitment. Any thought of rejection made Yami wince. After all, no pharaoh deserves to ever be rejected of any sort, right? Yami would take no risks, but the kiss that he had accidentally initiated. He had to resist his urge for hitting his head on something hard when that moment flashed through his head.

"Baka!" He scolded himself. "This is not what I wanted!"

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Once Seto and Mokuba reached home, Seto headed upstairs.

"I'm going to bed, Mokuba."
"But Seto!"
Seto sighed. "Mokuba, I've had a long day," Seto wrinkled his nose, "socializing. I need some rest okay?" With that, Seto headed upstairs to his bedroom. Mokuba couldn't help thinking that there was something wrong. He had exchanged glances with Yugi too many times in the limo to think otherwise. Gray eyes moved from the back of Seto's head to the phone as it rang. Mokuba spent no time hesitating, knowing fully well who was calling.

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Seto opened the door to his dark bedroom and headed for his king sized bed. He felt bad for leaving Mokuba but he had things on his mind that needed some serious sorting out. He heard his phone ring and Mokuba's voice picking up. At least Mokuba would have something to do right now. Now he needed to concentrate on himself for a while. He sat on his bed and put his head in his hands.

Seto felt helpless, his true love, sending out mixed signals! What is a multi-billionaire/ most wanted bachelor of Japan/ lovesick guy to do? Well, the most pragmatic solution is to forget about everything and go on with life… and Seto decided to do just that…although he might have taken it just a bit too seriously.

The next day is school…
Yami had not been able to talk to Seto for the whole day, considering that Seto and Yami didn't exactly sit next to each other in any of the classes they had together. Yami was not able to talk to Seto in the morning either, due to the fact that Yami had arrived to school a little later than usual. He had been up all night, unable to sleep and in the morning, Yugi wasn't able to wake Yami up for his life. When Yami wanted something, he had it, and apparently, Yami wanted sleep this morning. Yami propped his elbow on the table and laid his head in the palm of his hand. His eyes were eyeing the clock behind his teacher, waiting for the minute hand to reach the appropriate time for lunch.

Yami was getting pretty impatient with the clock was about to do something irrational but stopped when he realized that the teacher had dismissed the class for lunch. Yugi and the rest of the group came over to his desk to go to lunch together. Upon entering the lush grounds outside of school, Yami spotted Seto alone off on the sides, under a tree, working away on his laptop. Yami muttered a hurried excuse and ran off, leaving a confused group and a pretty happy Yugi looking after him.

"What's up with him?" Anzu asked. Everyone just shrugged, none of them noticing the hint of jealousy in Anzu's voice. Instead, they just headed straight for their usually spot for lunch.

"Hi Seto…" Yami said timidly upon approaching the CEO.

"Hi Yami," Seto automatically responded, his cobalt eyes never moving away from the screen. Yami was standing over Seto, not knowing what to do, he slowly got down and sat next to Seto.

"Working?"

"Yes. I've been putting things off a bit lately. I need to get back on track." He answered.

Yami took out his lunch and began to eat. When he noticed that Seto didn't have anything, asked.

"Where's your lunch?"

"I don't have."
"Oh… do you want some of mine?" Yami made a movement to give some of his rice to Seto.

"No. I'm not hungry."
Yami looked at Seto for a while before taking back his food and eating it.

"Ok," was the reply.

After school, Yami looked around for Seto but couldn't find him anywhere. When Yugi and Tea came out, Yami told them to leave first. Normally, Yami would go home with the two but he wanted to walk home with Seto today. After lunch, Yami was sure the mention of the kiss wouldn't be mentioned and this had thoroughly relieved Yami. Yami was still waiting when the environment around the school was empty and did not leave until he made sure that the entire school was empty. As he walked home, he couldn't figure out why Seto wasn't there but decided to ask about it the next day.

The next day, during lunch, Yami went towards Seto again, who was still working on his laptop. Once again, Seto had told Yami that he did not bring lunch and that he was not hungry when Yami offered some of his own food. When Yami asked about where he was after school, Seto replied nonchalantly that he had business to do and had to leave school early. When Yami asked about going home with him today, Seto told him that he had yet another business to do. Then they would sit together silently, one eating while the other worked. The only noise was the soft consecutive tapping of Seto's fingers on the keyboard.

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When Seto arrived home, he found Mokuba already in his pajamas watching television. Mokuba looked up when he heard the door slam shut and ran over when he realized it was Seto.

"Seto! Why are you home so late?" Mokuba asked.

"Work," was Seto's only reply.

"Did you eat dinner yet?" Mokuba inquired.
"No. Did you eat your dinner yet?"
"Yes, I ordered some food, but I saved some for you. Do you want it now?"
"No thanks, Mokuba. I'll eat later. I'm not hungry and I have a lot of work to do."

"Okay big brother, I'll leave the food out for you later, okay?"
"Okay."
"Big brother, you look tired. Stop working and go to sleep."
"I'm sorry, I can't. I have a lot of work and I'm already behind schedule."

"Fine, but promise you'll eat and sleep soon, okay Seto?"
"Alright."

With that, Seto walked upstairs to his office.

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It soon became a routine for Yami to sit next to Seto and offer him food. Seto always declined. Every night, Seto would come home late and Mokuba and Seto would have almost the exact same conversation as the first night. On some nights, Seto would sit down for a while and Mokuba would tell him about his day but soon afterwards, Seto would go upstairs to work. On one particular day, after watching Seto head up to his office, Mokuba couldn't help but feel a little worried. Seto was often like this a while ago… but that was before he became 'friends' with Yami. Mokuba's eyebrows furrowed while he though. He then picked up his phone and began dialing.