Um…hi…and…um…I'm very sorry for my tardiness. Everything just kind of slipped by before I even realised I'd gone six days without writing 'anything' related to fanfics. It was tragic. I was rather angry at myself, considering I'm on my holidays.

Anyway, here is my chapter. I am in the middle of writing one of my favorite parts to this story, and it's coming up soon. If you agree, I might start making my chapters longer, or else update them much closer together, cause I'm scared you guys might get bored with it if I take too long to get to the parts I love.

And seriously, I have to put this view forward. And, I'm underlining it so hopefully everyone will see it.

Should I go back to first person in my story, or stick to third?

Orange-Lemons - /sighs/ such a cute angel you are. /hugs plushies/ thanksies.

Dark Hapiy Buniy – sorry, I didn't mean to make you wait so long, the coffee must be cold by now. And yes, something is 'very' wrong with Seto. Can you guess what?

Hakudoshi-chan – yes, I'm 'special' alright.

Shyly in the Dark - /bundles you up for a big hug/ hehe, you're still adorable! You could never annoy me!

Nachzes Black-Rider – Wah! No violence, or I'll withhold dah ficcie! Nah, I wouldn't do that, I don't have the will power to keep to my threats these days. Hehe, just, no broken bones, they take too long to heal.

DARLENEARTIST – mmm, Yami Seto fluffness soon, I hope. Might fit it in…Thanks for your review, I'm glad you like it. And the illness? Hehe, well, everything is definitely gonna go down hill.

yaoi girl – hehe. Well, Yami stayed by Seto's side for a while, but cause Seto is normally such a strong person, it didn't take him that long to kinda recover enough to fend for himself an everything. He thought Yami had done heaps for him by constantly staying by his side, and then moving in, so, when Yami considered going to college (or whatever I called it), Seto thought, yes, now Yami can be happy too. I have him, so I'm happy, and he can have that, so he's happy too. And yes, Seto is very sick. Though he still won't know why…

silver-dagger-113 – I love cliffies. They rock my sox. And it will be resolved now, so it's ok. Sort of…

Mistress-of-eternal-Darkness – mmm, well, that would give it all away wouldn't it?

Sorry if I missed anyone, I still love you all!

Disclaimer: whines honestly, if we all pitched in enough, I'm sure we could buy them out…

Oh, and incase you're wondering about the title, my friend helped me come up with it when we could think of nothing else. If anyone comes up with anything better, tell me, and I'll change it, and dedicate the next chap to you.

Chapter Four - Drowning, Magick, Coke and Orgies


They watched the brunette sway, before he fell, sinking into the water as soon as he hit it.

"Seto!" Mokuba screamed.

Joey, Tristan and Marik dove for the unconscious teen, while Malik jumped to his feet, and ran around to the pool steps.

Joey reached him first, and took a breath as he sank down to the brunette, pulling him into his arms then pushing them both upward.

The blonde head broke the surface, then the teen in his arms. Until he started to sink again.

Joey cursed.

Wet clothes and unconscious executive were dragging him back down.

"Tris" he tried to call, but got a mouthful of water.

He needn't of bothered, as both Marik and Tristan came up either side of him, and took hold of Kaiba.

Joey readjusted his arm, so it rested beneath the brunette's chin, keeping his head above water, as they all swam toward the steps.

Malik and Mokuba waited there, Mokuba's face stricken and pale.

Joey pulled himself up onto the steps, as Malik knelt down to help lift Seto from the pool, and onto the cement, while Mokuba kept calling out to his brother.

Just as Malik slipped, Marik scooped the teen up, and stepped out of the pool. He made for the table, Malik, Mokuba, Mai and Serenity beside him.

"Clear it!" he ordered, and the two girls raced forward to push food and bags aside.

When the blonde reached it, he lay Seto across it, and turned his head to the side, checking for a pulse.

"Pulse," he said in a neutral voice.

His hand moved to the soaking wet chest, laying there gently, as he moved his head closer, listening intently.

"Not breathing!" he barked, and Mokuba's eyes opened even wider.

"Then help him!"

But Marik had already turned, pointing his opened hand at a pile of clothes knocked to the floor.

"Rod!"

The shiny gold object shot to his outstretched hand, and he spun round, resting it against the still chest.

The Sennen Eye appeared on his forehead.

"Breathe!" he commanded.

Instantly, the chest heaved. The ice blue eyes snapped open, as the CEO turned his head to the side, and released mouthfuls of water onto the table and cement.

His body shuddered.

Opposite Marik stood Mokuba, whose two hands were wrapped tightly around his brother's one, as he watched fearfully.

At last, the brunette lay back, but now, his eyelids drifted shut again, and he drew heavy breaths. His normally nicely tanned face was horribly white.

"What's wrong with him?" his brother asked.

The blonde shook his head. "I dunno. I thought it was just him not being able to breathe, but I guess we have to wonder why he passed out…"

At this, Serenity stepped forward, and brought up a hand to gently lay against his forehead. She frowned.

"He's burning up, a high fever." She looked at Marik. "Can you fix that?"

Marik shrugged. "I'm no born healer, hell, I probably take more lives than save them, but I can try."

Leaving the rod laying against his chest, he placed his left hand on the top of the brunette's forehead.

He tried doing what Yami had told him once, that when he healed, he imagined pure white light spreading out, and washing away the problems.

He took a deep breath.

The rod glowed in response, as though charging and releasing that white light.

Had he been more medically able, he would know how or where the problem was, to direct his energy there, but all he knew was the symptoms.

Getting rid of those would have to do, he thought to himself.

Light, light, he thought. Heal.

The Egyptian and the brunette glowed. Mokuba's eyes widened, and in shock, he dropped his brothers hand.

The rod's golden light was near blinding, and now, everyone bar Malik was forced to look away.

Then it died.

Mokuba opened his eyes slowly. First he saw Seto, his tanned skin now a healthy color once again, his eye's still shut, and his breathing even.

Then he saw Marik standing over him.

The blonde was pale, sweat beading on his forehead, and his beautiful purple eyes were slightly dilated.

The others turned back round, while Malik eyed his dark with concern.

"Marik?" he asked, a note of slight anxiety in his voice.

"I over did it," he croaked, "I couldn't control it. I over used the power."

And his knee's shook before he gave in to the weakness, and made to collapse. Malik dove forward, and braced his arms beneath his Yami's, holding and supporting the now exhausted body against his own.

Gently, he eased Marik onto the bench.

"I didn't see 'randomgrouporgy' on the invitation Mok, what have I been missing?"

Malik's head shot up, while Mokuba jerked his head around.

Donned in jet black boxer shorts, a soft green towel slung over his shoulders, Otogi strode toward them, a cheshire cat like grin on his face.

"So, Kaiba's centerpiece, blonde's do blonde's, and girls take Tris. Of course, don't want Kaiba bored on the table so I'll get him, while Mok gets a camera for the Kodak moment."

As he looked over all their silent faces, eyes finally falling to rest on the brunette, realization dawned, as he noted the brunette was unconscious, and his lover looked slightly panicked, holding his dark half.

"What the "

"Language," Marik murmured, making every person gaze at him in disbelief.

"Ok," Otogi breathed, all humor and mischievousness gone, "what happened?"

"Long story," Marik butted in again, speaking before anyone else could, in that deep, weary tone. "It involves drowning, magick, and coke. Then you added the cherry by mentioning orgies. Great party Mok," he said with a weary wink.

Otogi's eyes shot to Mokuba and Kaiba, the younger with a face void of mirth or joy necessary at a party.

"Ok, I'm no doctor or anything, but if he's unwell, shouldn't we be getting him inside and out of wet clothes?"

Serenity stepped up to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Yes, you're right. Would you carry him? I don't think Marik has the strength right now."

"Sure," he responded, tossing the towel from his shoulders and moving to the table.

Mokuba leapt up anxiously, eye's darting from one business man to the other. He felt guilty; he couldn't believe he hadn't noticed how sick his brother had been.

"Should we get his clothes off now?"

Joey and Tristan exchanged looks. Mai felt a faint smile tug at the corners of her red painted lips.

"Uh, alright," Otogi responded, looking awkwardly at the brunette.

Joey's eye's widened and he panicked, quickly leaping in front of Otogi to block his path, putting his hands out either side.

"Hey hey!" I know da man's unwell, but I don't think that means we all have to see his ding dong."

Mokuba actually snorted, before gazing at Joey incredulously. "His 'ding dong' Joey?" he asked, voice cut with cynicism.

"Whatever," the blonde retorted, heat rising into his face, "we don't need to see 'nothin' of Kaiba's."

"You know," Marik mused, "if Yami found out about this topic of conversation, he'd undoubtedly try to lead the discussion, or create a debate. Oh, did I mention he'd probably enjoy Kaiba's unconsciousness?"

Mokuba made a face. "Eeew."

Marik grinned. "You think so?"

Otogi and Serenity sighed impatiently. "We have to get him inside," the raven haired teen snapped. "We're mostly guys here, and the girls can close their eyes."

"Close their eyes?" Tristan said incredulously. "Now I know you're a naïve five year old."

Otogi glared at him. "What's the matter Tris? Afraid you'll see something of Kaiba's you've never seen before?"

Tristan scowled. "What, a heart? We're not cutting him open, and we're most definitely 'not' stripping him down."

"You know, in an argument like this, you should really be insulting him, not me," a deep voice rasped, making them all jump and spin to look at the table.

"Seto!" Mokuba yelled excitedly, making his brother wince.

"Yes, me," he groaned, pushing himself up off the table.

"Kaiba, you should lie still," Marik said casually, watching the brunette from his seat in his light's arms.

"Why?" he retorted, now completely up, and able to gaze at the circle of people surrounding him.

"Uhh…" the blonde faltered. "Truth be told, I have no idea. Isn't it just one of those things you say when someone's ill?"

The CEO shrugged. "I gather you did this? I feel like someone plugged me into a power point. I feel charged."

He glanced down at himself and gave a rueful smirk.

"Not to mention wet."

Mokuba, Otogi and Serenity, stood there stupidly.

"Seto!" his brother cried, "you just collapsed! What's the matter with you!" His voice was full of anguish.

Kaiba sobered up, the smirk slipping from his face. Everyone there was watching him intently, and he thought furiously.

"I've been over working myself Mokuba," he said as truthfully as possible, "I got the flu. I thought it'd just pass. I didn't want to wreck your big day."

Mokuba gave an exasperated smile. "You wouldn't of wrecked it Nisama, it would have been fine."

He shook his head.

"Honestly, I have to wonder what you think sometimes."

"Actually," Marik put in, "we have to wonder if he thinks at all."

Kaiba glared at the blonde. "You're weak right now. Watch it or I'll drown you."

He shrugged. "Perks of being dead, it will only hurt for a second."

"I'm going to go in and get changed. And," he said, making his voice light, "I don't think Yami needs to know. He has enough on his plate at the moment, and besides, Marik's fixed me already."

"Are you sure Kaiba?" Joey said, suddenly very conscious of what he'd said earlier, blushing.

"Yes. Yami needs nothing to worry about at the moment. Best leave it that way."

With that said, he slid himself off the table, and onto his feet. "You guys keep, er, partying, I'll be back."

"Oh no, really?" Marik countered with a weak smile.

"I'm coming with you Seto!" Mokuba said, dashing round to his brothers side. The elder Kaiba nodded.

"Thanks Marik," he said, and strode toward the house, his feet swift and his head blissfully clear.

"Seto," Mokuba started, as soon as they had crossed the threshold and were into the house, "are you sure you're ok?"

The brunette turned back to his brother. "Yes, why?"

Mokuba paused, obviously weighing up his words. "I really, 'really' want you to see a doctor Nisama."

A look of surprise flashed across the CEO's face.

"What! Why? I'm fine now, thanks to Marik."

"Well, I don't know, but…" he paused. He looked very concerned, and very confused. "I have a bad feeling," he said finally. "Please Seto, for me, please see a doctor."

He looked up, blue-grey eyes pleading. Kaiba sighed. The old big eye's trick.

"Alright Mok, for you."

The young child beamed at him. "Thank you Nisama."

He nodded. "Alright, now go back out there, swim and have fun. I'll be out in a minute."

"What are you doing?"

Seto smirked. "Getting changed into my boardies of course. I'm wet now, may as well come swimming with you, drown Joey, you know, do party stuff."

"Oh really!" Mokuba cried joyfully.

"Yeah, so go out, and I'll be out soon."

The youth gave a whoop, and sprinted back out the door. The teen smiled, turned, and vanished up a flight of stairs.


"You really think he's alright?" Otogi said to Marik as soon as the Kaiba bro's were out of ear shot.

The blonde shrugged. "He has to determine that for himself, but I'd say he's alright now." He shifted, then grimaced.

"He bloody well better be. If I hadn't known any better I'd have sworn I had my insides sucked out."

Otogi began pacing, out into the sun by the pool. Joey and Tristan followed him into the sun.

"But shouldn't we tell Yami? I mean, more than anything he worries about Kaiba's health. And what if it has something to do with…" he paused, struggling for words and obviously uncomfortable, "two months ago. What if it has something to do with the injuries? Maybe one got infected."

Marik shook his head, his normally spiky hair drooping sadly around his shoulders. "You know we healed all his injuries."

"Maybe you missed something."

Marik looked indignant. "We most certainly did 'not'."

"Well…"

"There's nothing wrong with Kaiba. Have you ever thought it's exactly what he said? And he's been overworking himself, and it's 'just' the flu?"

Otogi opened his mouth to protest, but right then, Mokuba came bounding back into the yard.

"Seto's coming swimming!" he yelled excitedly, and ran at Otogi, pushing the teen into the previously calm and flat water.

Otogi shrieked in surprise, bringing a smile and a laugh to everyone's lips.

Mokuba just laughed, and bombed in after him. Joey and Tristan grinned, leaping after the two.

Malik smiled at his dark, and let him go, stepping back to walk with Mai and a still cautious Serenity to follow Mokuba.

Marik sat, taking deep breaths, and watched.

"I thought you'd be swimming."

"I was."

"Why not now then? I was looking forward to drowning you."

"You're the second person to tell me that today. Oh, and I got your message."

"Good. I hope you took it very seriously."

Marik forced himself up, and turned around. "We need to talk."

"You look like shit, and to be honest, I'm not interested in talking to you," Bakura said evenly.

"This isn't about 'us'."

"Have you realised yet there is no 'us'? There's just sex and one night stands. That, in now way, entails the word us."

"When you're done being a needy and hormonal 'woman', I would like to tell you about how Seto Kaiba just collapsed into the pool."

Bakura snapped to attention. "He 'what'?"

"Thought you'd find that interesting."

"I'm tired of hearing your voice, so just tell me what happened."

"He passed out, fell into the pool. We dragged him out, I performed some seriously over the top magick, and everything is now peachy. Well, everything except me."

"Unfortunate thing is you'll live. That it?"

"For the summarized version, yes."

"And the uncut version?"

The blonde sighed. "Serenity thought it was a fever, and he has said he overworked himself, and got the flu. But the vibe 'I' get is different."

Bakura snorted. "Of course 'you'll' get different vibes. All your sense only register sex vibes, hence the difference."

Marik glared. "Obviously you are 'very' angry with me."

"Oh really? You're getting 'that' vibe are you?"

"Look, I'm not saying 'forgive me', even though I'd be damned to know what it is I've done wrong. I'm saying keep an eye on Kaiba," he snapped, and, ignoring the fact he felt like a corpse, turned to leap into the pool.

Bakura could only glare.


Poor Kura. It's not 'that' bad being a woman… Next chapter, Mokuba is leaving! So, if Yami's out of the house, and Mokuba's on the other side of the world, where does that leave poor Seto-kun, who's on his break?

And remember! Tell me what pov I should stick to! I'm going to go on votes, so if three people say third, and five people say 'screw you and go to hell', I'm probably still going to go with majority.

Please, I must know. R&R