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Ok, sorry about any mistakes or anything, but I really just wanted to post this, so...
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Chapter Three – Revelations
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Kaibas pov
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He sighed in relief as the Pharaohs eyes left him. He had been, unintentionally staring at the Yami, only catching himself up as Yami had turned to look at him.
He shouldn't have been staring, risking drawing Yamis attention as well as his fan clubs, but his nightmares of the night before plagued him. He'd had to see him, see if anything he had seen in the pharaohs eyes last night were there.
But there wasn't. His eyes, the deep scarlet pools that seemed alive in themselves with the passion of flame, had held nothing.
He had been following in his 'groupies,' nursing a red jaw, probably caused by Bakura, who was also nursing a bruising eye, as well as limping slightly.
This irked him for some reason, someone hurting Yami. He didn't know why, and it bothered him immensely that there were emotions like that running unchecked in his sub-conscious, but he couldn't deny the flare of anger he had at seeing the Game King hurt.
He hurriedly tried to dismiss this as the bell rang. He grabbed his diary and checked the poorly constructed timetable. Gym.
It didn't seem fair, and he hated having to participate in the tiresome activities teachers seemed to pull out of their ass in an attempt to entertain themselves as well as the students. Mind you, his version of entertainment involving the students would prove far more interesting, as it would involve explosive soccer balls and a lot of goalie practice.
And then there was the fact that he had this period with Yami. Not to mention Bakura. Those two always managed to disrupt the class somehow, whether it being Bakura leaving Yami on the 'high beam' or Yami letting the soccer net down when Bakura is goalie. Although mildly amusing, it never did stifle the fact that Seto loathed Gym.
He rose from his seat, shaking his head. Grabbing his stuff, Seto walked out the homeroom door, unaware he was walking right into a fresh revelation of his current dreams.
---AN: snickers would love to leave the Pharaoh on the high beam.---
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Yamis pov
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"Duck Pharaoh!" Bakura yelled, as he sent a basket ball flying at my chest at an incredible pace.
His words were meant to confuse me, so I ignored them, and when the ball shot at my midriff, I jerked to the left.
"Ha! Missed!" My gloating was short lived as several more fast spinning orbs shot at my body. I didn't even blink as I weaved around all of them, ancient training coming back to my mind. As two sped at both my knees and waist, I prayed to Ra I had a half decent memory and forward flipped myself at an angle to the left, narrowly avoiding both of them. I also prayed Seto was watching...
Several of the girls watching gasped at my maneuver, but I ignored them. After Bakura had gotten out, I had begun to enjoy this game...dodgeball. Bakura had been shoving me at balls left right and centre, but then someone got him out, and now, I was the last one left.
As I continually avoided orange blurs, I felt the anger of the group around me rise as they failed to hit me. Then I did the most stupid thing, in my books, imaginable and turned my back on the damned tomb robber.
As I dodged another ball, I felt arms grasp around my own and pin me back against their chest. Oh shit! I heard Bakuras whisper in my ear.
"King of Games is about to be assassinated."
And with that, balls pelted at my chest from all assailants. Ra!! I let out a small gasp, the only sign to Bakura that the speeding bullets of orange had hurt. He released me.
"You lose."
I clutched at my chest and rose my eyes to his brown mocking ones. "Asshole!" I snarled, before leaping at him, despite the fact most of the guys were now arguing with most of the girls that what happened was unfair or not.
Our scuffling, which I was winning (thankfully, I had to win some form of argument with him today), was broken up by the P.E. teacher.
"Enough you two! I'm tired of writing up a report for the both of you every P.E. lesson!"
I'm pretty sure we ignored him. That was until he and several other students fought between us and pried us apart. We stood there, glowering at one another.
"Bakura that was out of line, go and sit on the bench."
I smirked at him, and he scowled back.
"Now, where were we? Oh, right, I was just about to educate you stone-age morons on dancing after your warm up. I think you're warmed up enough."
My smugness died about then. Dancing? With females?! Ok, girls don't disturb me exactly, its just the way they mass around me at times like this, when partners are needed to be chosen and I'm at risk of having my clothing stolen right off me.
Argh! Speaking of which, the normal little gathering filed their way toward me, while the rest fled toward Seto.
Shit! Think! My eyes raked around the gym, landing on nothing helpful in the slightest.
I had to resist the urge to jump as one latched onto my arm, almost purring at me. I wondered if these girls all had a friendship fetish too? Now that would terrify me.
"Yami giggle will you be my partner for dancing?"
"... Uhhh?!"
My eyes whipped around the area for any source of escape, and all I found was Bakura, sitting there laughing at me in silent tones. I glared venom at the bastard tomb robber, as he sat there smirking at me.
I kept looking, and all my eyes could find was the lone figure of a brunette in a sea of smiling girls.
My heart lurched. I would literally kill this girl, to dance with Seto Kaiba. I wanted to break loose, feel his hips against my own, as we clung to one another in a desperate passionate dance.
Then reality rammed a cattle prod up my ass.
"Thanks Yami!" My eyes widened.
Wait! Thanks?! How did she get 'yes' from 'Uhhh?' None of the letters were even the same!
My new body extension now dragged me over to the dance floor. Some of the guys there gave me envious looks. Hey, they could have her, I mean, half the guys I wouldn't of minded trading the girl for... I so desperately wanted Seto...
She pulled me into position, taking up the correct dance posture and all, her fingers biting into my shoulder. I sighed, and put my hand on her hip. She giggled. Ugh. Who giggles? I mean really...
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Setos pov
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He moved so gracefully, efficiently. Seto couldn't believe the Game Kings skill, and grace, as he weaved his way out of the path of his classmates anger. His steps were precise, his movements calculated and planned. His muscles flexed, moving with feline grace.
Not that he made an effort to pay that much attention. No, not at all...
He watched as Bakura took hold of the Pharaohs arms, pinning him, watched as the ruby eyed teen let out a small gasp of pain as he was pounded with fast moving spheres.
(AN: hahahaha. Ha.)
And Seto couldn't help but get angry. Ok, getting angry, that's an understatement. He wanted to tie down the tomb robber with barbed wire and pour molten hot lava all over his nether regions. No-one touched his Pharaoh.
Wait ... 'his' pharaoh? Wrong Seto, bad, very bad.
What was wrong with him? Since when had the Pharaoh been any more than his rival? His most aggressive and determined competitor? Never, and he doubted it would ever be. He was somewhat dismayed though, as he felt a small part of him wish otherwise.
'When did this..., these feelings, when the fuck did they get here?' he thought distractedly.
"Now, where were we? Oh, right, I was just about to educate you stone-age morons on dancing after your warm up. I think you're warmed up enough."
--Another pov change, still Setos though---
Oh great, dancing. There are just some joys in life you can't go without. Note, if you can, the underlying sarcasm.
The swarm of your average teenage girls split down the middle, half going toward Yami, half heading for me.
I inwardly grimaced. I constantly make an effort to ignore them, disregarding all comments they send at me, can't they take the bloody hint and keep the hell away from me?!
"Hello Seto."
Its 'Kaiba', and that's not even for you to call me.
"Would you like to dance with me?" 'Not particularly, but considering you're my best option at the moment...
"Hmn."
She looked like I'd just asked her to marry me! She glowed!
"Great! Thanks Seto."
She seized my arm and began to, practically, haul me across the room to stand one couple away from Yami. Why did I decide to think about Yami? I scowled at myself, a look that my 'dance partner' missed.
"Alright, now, take up your positions. This is to see if you can remember what I showed you last lesson." Here, he pressed a play button on the tape player. "Now, on 3, 1...2...3, and.."
And so the dance began that way. I had already learnt this dance once before, so I made no mistakes and barely paid my partner any mind. She just did her best to stumble after me, having forgotten whatever it was they had learnt last week. I chanced a glance at the Pharaoh, to see he too was doing a good job at this. He had obviously remembered the last lesson. And well. I grimaced as I stomped on the voice that told me I'd very much enjoy dancing with the Pharaoh.
The circle continued at its pace, only a few of the dancers really moving at the right rhythm, with the right movements. One of them being Yami... argh, damn you brain!
"Bakura! Get over here and join in!"
Wonderful.
I braced myself for anything, even remotely different, from the normal way of movement. Bakura took up one of the free girls, and moved to stand next to Yami. Bakura sent him a 'can you believe this' look, which Yami returned with a look that said 'shoot me, please.'
I agreed with them. My partner had gotten the hang of the dance by now, and could spend a little more time flirting with me. I just ignored her, though it got a little difficult when the hand on my shoulder moved to my chest, and started to slide down.
'I will scream rape, if her hand moves any further down,' I promised myself.
I glanced back over to the spirits, to see Bakura grinning like a maniac. Not good.
It happened then, whether Yami was aware of it or not, Bakura made an effort to trip both himself, and his partner, sending both of them flying away from each other in a turn. It happened in a domino affect. Bakura slammed into Yamis partner, causing the Game King to trip up, and fly backward. The pair that had been between us managed to part, as Yami fell back between them, toward us. I barely registered the other people falling from the other direction, as I pushed my partner from me, hoping to catch the shorter duelist. Yami toppled against me, and I lost my footing.
Shit. I cursed fluently in every language I knew as the Game King landed sprawled on top of me.
Then I felt the heat in my face rise, and I suppressed the images of last night that fired around my mind. A part of me loathed the close contact, wanted to dismember the body that nestled close to my skin, while another part wanted nothing more than for Yami to sit atop me, to be able to gaze up into those seductive red eyes.
I briefly wondered when that new part of me had been brought to life.
Yami struggled to rise, throwing his 'cushion' a thank you glance. When he saw I was beneath him, he turned a deep red.
He started muttering for a response, averting his eyes. My own eyes narrowed, despite my current blush, and I scrutinised the Game King.
I then caught his apology.
"Sorry Seth," he muttered, pushing himself up.
Wait, Seth?
"Seth?"
In his shock, his hand slipped out beneath him, and his body fell back against me once again. Now, the voice came as an incessant urge, and I fought my rampart sub conscious, as the Pharaoh raised himself again. Two emotions were warring inside me, a deep appreciation for this contact, and a profound hatred unlike anything I'd ever felt before. It almost made me physically ill.
His eyes, wide, shot up to look at me. "I meant Seto.. I mean," he paused, and I figured he was mentally kicking himself, very hard. I was breathing deeply, my whole form rigid with the strength of containing this hatred...
He breathed. "Sorry Kaiba."
I grunted my response as he fought to gain his feet. That was when I heard it. Whispered.
"Stupid dreams."
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Yamis pov
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Kill me now, just do it. One quick, clean blow, end my suffering.
Oh, Ra, what in the name of Anubis, happened in there? Mental note, shoot Bakura for not thinking his plans through. Argh! This was not my day!
I slammed my locker door closed so hard, I shattered the lock itself. Scowling, I added a new lock to my list of things I needed to get or do; it came right after 'install gas oven.'
"Wow Pharaoh, you pissed or what?"
I turned to Bakura, and Marik, not that I cared, giving him a look that plainly said, I will kill you!
"What did I do?"
"You and that stupid attempt to get out of dancing," I growled.
The realisation hit him, and he smirked. "You just say that cause you ended up on top of Kaiba and couldn't do anymore than look down at him."
I blanched. "What?"
"Don't play dumb with us Pharaoh, though you're very good at it" Marik added, "we see it every time you look at him, every time he's around. You change. You notice him. Its... strange and ... weird, to see you the way you are, around the high priest."
I could only stare at them, before turning away in defeat. They knew. Damn it. They knew!
"Pharaoh?"
I ignored them, I didn't need there scathing remarks, their sarcastic comments.
"Yami... look, we're not going to make fun of you for this. You love someone. Good for you."
I spun to stare at them both, both giving me looks... looks I couldn't quite understand, as I'd never seen them on their faces directed at me before.
"What?"
"We understand Pharaoh," Bakura summarised. "We get it, so, this time, we think we should help 'you.'"
"Pardon?" Now, I was really confused, they wanted to 'help' me? They understood, about 'love'? About 'real' love? They 'felt' love?
"We've seen you pining after the arrogant CEO, so we're going to help you get him."
I think my look of shock, disbelief, and amusement gave them reason to explain themselves further. I mean, one of the many choice words bounding about my head was 'how?'
"This weekend, we are going to set you up with Seto Kaiba, would you prefer me to say it in egyptian?"
"You two are going to play matchmaker? For me and Kaiba? Sorry, but if I'm a little skeptical about that, I hope you look back on our past and understand."
Marik and Bakura both made a face at me. "Well, would you rather we went to Kaiba and talked to him about you?"
I panicked. "No."
"Then, hear us out."
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Kaibas pov
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'Stupid dreams.'
The two words had done nothing but bug the CEO all day, eventually causing him to slam his head against the table in an effort to banish them.
What had Yami meant by that? Was he dreaming about me like I dreamt of him? No, that's preposterous, you're being ridiculous Kaiba.
Still, his mind continued to plague him with images of the Game King, some disturbingly welcome, others remnants of nightmares. What disturbed him more were the unrelenting emotions that surfaced when he thought of the ruby eyes.
When the lunch bell sounded, he barely heard it, only registering the fact when he realised the room was empty.
Groaning, the CEO seized his books and stalked out of the empty room, heading for his locker. He didn't care if they'd had homework, he'd just say he'd been busy at a meeting through the weekend. He spun the lock several times, and the door popped open. He roughly shoved his books inside, keeping the briefcase he carried every where in his hand. Closing the door, he clicked the lock, and turned only to walk head first into Marik.
"Watch where you're going Kaiba," he barked at me.
It took all the control power I possessed not to deck him. I was certain he had it coming to him, deciding to give me hell on the day I don't think I can deal with it. He was looking at me, while I ranted to myself in my head (that can't be good for me), and I glared back.
He chuckled. "I'd ask what was bothering you, but seeing as you have that look on your face all day, everyday, I see little point to start caring now."
Oh look, my left eyes twitching.
"Marik, unless you have something to tell me that would truly capture my interest, like the fact you plan on taking a toaster for a swim, then I have nothing more to say to you, unless of course I'm rather lucky and you do indeed to do so?"
He smirked and shook his head.
"Then you have nothing more to offer me. So sod off."
Holding my briefcase tightly, I pushed past him
"We'll see about that."
My eyes narrowed and I spin back to face him, only to see he had already headed off down the hall. Cursing him, Yami, and the rest of the bloody world, I headed outside the school building, towards the edge of the grounds.
Here, I sat and contemplated what I was going to do tonight. I had, unfortunately, promised Mokuba I would try to get involved, play some of the games, talk to the others, not kill anyone or anything. Just Mokubas basic party rules for me.
I scowled at the thought of what state my home would be left in once they left, praying they didn't find any of the stuff I have to hide from Mokuba.
Mokuba had told them all to come around about five o'clock, which gave me very little time to mentally prepare myself for their onslaught of stupidity. Yes, incase its not obvious, I'm in a very bad mood.
I glance down at what I'm sposed to be eating, only to find I have no appetite, and probably wouldn't until this weekend was gone and done.
I lift my head from my thoughts as the bell sounds out. Muttering obscenities to myself under my breath, I move back into the school, into the thronging crowd and mass of students as they swarm the corridors. Actually, most of them blocked the corridors, standing in little groups and having a nice little chat, though it doesn't bother me. I just walk and people part the way for me.
Sometimes I hate the fact they do that, hate that everyone notices me and only gives me the respect for what I am. I'm growing tired of all their false words, their lying praises. I'm sick of everyone judging me, in some way, either seeing me as some high rank billionaire, or a piece of meat. No-one knows what I truly feel, what I truly want. No-one cares either, though they pretend they do, and that is what I hate, the fact that they pretend. For once, I'd love for them to leave me alone, to be able to be something I want, do something I want. I'd love for them, just once, to ignore me in the halls, for me to have to fight to get through. I don't want them to see me for what I am, but who I am.
Nothing presents a challenge to me anymore, nothing.
'Wait, no,' I correct myself. There is one that presents a challenge to me, in more ways than one.
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Yes, a little Seto revelation there. Very moody millionaire. Sorry, once again, chapter was rather long. I'm bad at cutting things short. I like long stories.
Anyway, next chapter, Seto is in pain... well, at least I think I'll put it in the next chapter... mmm, who knows... I'll just leave you all hangin.
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