Author's Notes: Alright, so here's another chapter. I wrote it really fast and didn't really check over it cuz I never do. Anyway, I hope you like this one though nothing really happens in it. Oh and to:

Seren147: Thanks for reading my fic. You're actually one of the reasons that I put this chapter up. Normally, I have really no desire to write except when someone reviews. Since you reviewed recently I figured that I should finally get another chapter up. So thanks for getting me motivated. Oh, and as for Joey and Kaiba as a couple, I wouldn't have it any other way. Joey and Kaiba are my favourite Yu-Gi-Oh! coupling, so of course I would never leave them out. But since this story is about Yami, I couldn't very well have them fucking in the first chapter (though I really wanted them too...), but rest assured, there will be some Seto/Joey yaoi, maybe even a lemon...

BTW: I changed the dorm layout a bit. I doubt anyone will notice, cuz I only referenced it once and not very clearly so yeah. But I figured I should put this little note in, just in case someone does notice and is a little confused. Though I doubt anyone will care. I don't.

Right, I'm not putting a disclaimer in.

Wake up, sleepyhead. Wake up...

Yami grumbled, opening his eyes slowly. Immediately he knew something was wrong. The room was out-of-focus, distorted. It was a deep purple, streaked with yellow. What the hell... Yami blinked, but the same scenery appeared before him. He tried to roll onto his side, but found himself incapable of movement. Yami's breath caught in his throat. He struggled to move his limp limbs, but no matter how he tried, his body still refused to move.

"I'm paralyzed!" He yelled, his voice filled with fear and dread.

"No you're just tied to the bed."

Yami's head whipped in the direction of the all-too-familiar voice. Marik. And, to his side, was Bakura, twirling a roll of duct tape around his finger.

"W-what are you doing here?" Yami stuttered.

"You tell us," Marik replied. "This is your dream, after all."

"Now just shut your eyes," Bakura said, stepping towards Yami, unrolling the duct-tape. "This will all be over soon."

Marik and Bakura cackled madly as the duct-tape was placed over the crimson-eyed teen's mouth. Yami couldn't scream.

Suddenly Yami was sitting bolt upright in his bed, drenched with sweat, breathing heavily. He looked around the room wildly, assuring himself that he was in fact in his room, alone. He saw no one. Yami placed a hand to his heart, feeling its erratic beating. He exhaled and fell back onto his pillow, still breathing deeply. He closed his eyes, trying to relax. But even with the Marik and Bakura threat over, his mind would still not let him relax. The dream had opened up the door for other anxieties, like getting Seto to agree to a chat with Devon. Why had he promised that? Because you needed to get her into the car, his brain answered his own question. As much as Yami tried to convince himself that that had been the only way, he still continuously kicked himself for promising it. How could he possibly deliver? Seto listened to no one, especially not Yami. And although Seto had never actually met Devon, he had heard far too many horror stories to want to meet her. But Yami still had to try, otherwise he'd never have peace again. Devon would make sure of that.

The crimson-eyed teen rolled out of bed, bringing his blankets with him. He stood up, untangling himself from the sheets. He grabbed his robe off his bedroom door and slipped it on, yawning as he opened the door and entered the main area. On the other side there were two doors, two doors he felt he would never open. They led into Marik and Bakura's old rooms, and although they had both been emptied, Yami still feared what he would find there. And besides, Yami had plenty of space without making use of the two bedrooms. Turning away from the two rooms, he walked towards the exit.

It was 8:30 am on a Saturday, and so Yami saw nary a soul as he walked towards the lounge. No one was ever up this early, which suited the crimson-eyed teen just fine; he wasn't in any particular mood to deal with many people. The coffee stand was open however and Yami saw two students buying coffee. They paid the man and left, heading for the lounge, sipping their coffee. Yami felt around in his robe pocket for money. His hand closed around a five dollar bill and he thanked God that he kept money in his robe pockets. He bought a regular coffee, not in the mood for anything fancy. He put the change in his pocket and strode into the lounge, sipping the piping hot liquid. His eyes scanned the room for an ideal spot. There were only a few students sitting around a coffee table, chatting. They reminded Yami of a television program he had seen only once. He couldn't remember the name, but it had been funny. His eyes roamed the near empty lounge and came to rest on a sunny alcove in the far corner. Sitting at the table, sipping an espresso and reading a newspaper, was a lone figure: Seto Kaiba. Yami's heart jumped. It was often said that Kaiba wasn't as pissy in the morning, and Yami hoped that this was true and not just an urban legend.

He walked quietly over to the alcove and sat down opposite Seto, who looked up from his paper as Yami sat down. The crimson-eyed teen, muttered 'hey' and smiled slightly. Seto nodded, grunted a greeting, and went back to his newspaper. Yami stayed silent for a moment, contemplating what to say. Then an idea struck him. He started humming one of the songs he had heard at the concert. Yami noted the way Seto tensed, but continued reading the paper. The crimson-eyed teen smiled, and started singing the words to the song softly. This Seto couldn't ignore. He looked up, dread blatant in his eyes.

"Will you stop singing!" Seto growled, trying to appear annoyed, rather than fearful.

Yami smirked. "Oh, sorry. That song has been in my head since I heard it last night at a concert, oh what were they called..." Yami paused, pretending to forget the name of the band. "Oh yes, White Dragon."

Seto visibly blanched, his eyes widening in shock. "Y-you were there?"

Yami bit his lip to keep from laughing. This was the first time he had ever caught Seto off guard, and he was loving it. But the point of this conversation was not to get the better of the cold bastard, but to fulfill a promise to Devon. Yami nodded. "So was Joey, Daren and Devon. You remember Dev and Dare, don't you?"

Seto turned away from Yami, staring out the window. His eyes were still the widest Yami had ever seen them. In fact, a little wider and they'd rival Yugi's. Yami pushed that thought aside; he didn't want to be thinking of his miniature look-a-like. Yami continued.

"Well, you've never actually met Devon, but you've heard of her, haven't you? Of course you have, everyone has." Yami said, answering his own question. "Anyway, Miss Devon has heard of you too, and is simply dying to meet you." He emphasized 'dying'. "White Dragon is after all her favourite band."

Seto stayed silent for a moment, then finally found words to say. "What do you want?"

Yami smiled. "You have to meet Devon."

Seto's eyes flew to Yami's. "Not a fucking chance in hell."

"You don't have a choice," Yami said. "Judging from your reaction when I told you that I had been to the concert, you don't want people knowing that you're in a band. If you don't meet with Devon, everyone's going to know."

Seto stayed silent, his eyes seething with anger. He turned angrily from Yami.

"Oh, one question," Yami said. "What's with the name 'Remy Lebeau'?"

"It's a stage name."

"I know that," Yami snapped. "But why'd you choose that name?"

Seto continued to stare at the floor. After a moment he replied. "Did you ever watch X-men as a child?"

Yami nodded. "Yeah, I loved that show. But what does that have to do with anything?"

"Do you remember Gambit?" Seto asked, seemingly ignoring Yami's question.

"I don't see what this –"

"Just answer the question," Seto ordered.

"Ok. Gambit, he was the one who threw the cards right?" Yami said.

Seto nodded. "He was my favourite. His real name was Remy Lebeau."

Yami snorted. "So in order to keep your true identity a secret, you named yourself after a superhero. How cliché."

Seto stood up, making to leave but Yami stopped him.

"Are you meeting with Devon?" He persisted.

"An autograph," Seto said. "Nothing more."

"And a hug," Yami added.

Seto shook his head. "No."

"You don't have a choice," Yami said. "She's going to jump on you as soon as she sees you."

Seto frowned. "Fine, as long as you don't say a goddamned word to anyone." He started to leave, but stopped. "And make sure the puppy doesn't say anything."

Yami nodded. "Don't worry. He was piss drunk; I don't think he remembers shit." Seto turned again. "Oh, Kaiba!"

The brunette stopped. "What?"

Yami approached him. "By the way, you were very good at the concert."

"Thanks," Seto hissed, hiding his pleasure at being complemented under a layer of hostility.

"No problem, Remy." Yami quipped, running passed Seto before the brunette could smash him.

End Notes: Yep, so that's the chapter. Small note about this story: Kaiba going to be my bitch. Well, not really. But he's probably going to like some of the things I do so expect some Metallica references later on. I've already made him sound like Kurt Cobain and his favourite X-men is Gambit (he's is the coolest of the X-men, then it's Wolverine). And I'll probably really fuck with Kaiba later cuz it's fun. Anyway, there was something I was going to say... Dammit. Whatever. I think I'm going to bring Yugi back into the picture for next chapter, though I'm not particularly looking forward to it. Hey... I haven't dealt with Marik and Bakura in a while... Their story still needs to be explained. Hurrah! I don't have to put in Yugi! As you can see, I'm not particularly fond of that little whelp.

BTW: Thanks to all my reviewers. Love ya lots. Keep'em comin my pretties.