Hello all. This is lazy-sod authoress signing in to her somewhat abused fic. I have to update this fic and keep it going, cause it won't leave me alone, and if I don't get it out of my head, I'll lose any sanity that still resides in my wasted mind.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh or its characters. Any one who knows me knows this is true, cause I'm currently begging for work as it is.

Dedication: My T.V. It's my only friend at the moment… I'm 'very' bored.

Chapter Four – Inner Turmoil

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Yamis pov

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Bakura and Marik had a plan. This one fact made me more nervous than anything. The next is what they had told me afterward. 'Don't worry about it for now, we'll take care of it, trust us.'

Trust them?!

The ones who made my life a living hell during battle city, the ones who are constantly bickering and fighting with each other and myself, the ones who intend to put down 'mass genocide' for their ideal future jobs?!

They wanted me to 'trust' them?!

The very idea made me laugh. Scream. Cower.

And so I sat, musing over every possible idea an ancient Egyptian and Egyptian psychopath could come up with in the span of an afternoon. When I thought about it, none of them made me feel a single bit better. Therefore, I spent my last couple of classes sitting in the back of the room, fretting my brains out. Consequently, I now have the IQ of spam.

I was finally convinced that I needed to tell Marik and Bakura to back off or else banish them to prevent them from ruining both my reputation and any chance I could get with the CEO, when the bell rang. I breathed a deep breath, and prepared myself for confronting them.

Striding out of the class room, I headed down the hall towards homeroom. I passed a black haired boy, smiling jubilantly, and remembered Mokuba's party. I spun round and made for my locker. I wasn't about to take home a stack of books I wouldn't even look at, and I knew I wasn't going to get any work done at the party.

When I reached my locker, I slammed every book I had in there, then slammed it shut, deep in concentration. So deep, I missed the pair of eyes studying each of my movements closely. So deep, I spun round and ran right into that someone.

I opened my closed eyes to a chest, well toned beneath the unappealing white shirt. I raised my eyes over the chest, up the neck, across the proud jaw line, to eyes of cerulean ice. Those eyes looked deep into my own, searching for something.

I didn't realise it at the time, as I was instantly trying to gain control over my traitorous lower half, that found the close proximity of the CEO's body and my own highly appealing.

"Sorry Kaiba, I didn't see you."

I thought he hadn't heard me, his eyes not holding any form of recognition in them, his features still remaining fixed on my eyes.

Or so I thought.

"Clearly."

I was surprised at his voice, the sound lacking some of its usual sneer. He continued to look at me, and I felt some part of me withering under the gaze.

"Guess I'll see you tonight huh?"

His eyes seemingly snapped back to reality, whether it was the mention of his upcoming torture or that I was ending the conversation, I wasn't sure.

"Hn."

He spun on his heel and walked away with the usual confident grace I find myself always trying to master and match. I couldn't help but admit, I always loved his one syllable, non-committal responses too.

Aw, I just love the antisocial asshole…

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Setos pov

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I stared, I can't believe I stared! Stupid Pharaoh and his damn slender, sexy, elegant… damn him!!

I stormed down the halls, people leaping out of my way as I went. I stalked into homeroom, slammed down my briefcase, and sat into my chair in a huff.

The room, formerly filled with the inane chatter of students, was now silent, as they watched me, making sure I wasn't about to lash out and eat them.

I summoned as much strength as I could, and glared at them all, each pair of eyes vanishing as their owners resumed their conversations.

All but two, two pairs of eyes.

One was a rich chocolate brown, the other alluring lavender.

I should think my glare had intensified then, but neither of them showed any signs of relenting their gazes. If anything, small smirks crept onto their psychotic faces.

Furious my glare-of-death hadn't worked, I turned my head toward the window, savoring the rays of warmth that seeped through the unclean glass.

My moment of silence was short lived, as both the chihuahua and Yugi made their appearance followed of course by their cheer leading squad.

None of them spared me a glance, as they took seats around the tomb robber and Egyptian.

When one finally did look at me, it was the friendship freak, with her pitiful gaze of distrust and malice. I loathed her for that, that look for which she gave only to me, and for what reason I was yet to learn. Anger broiled within me, and I watched my fists tighten reflexively, the knuckles going white. They did not know me, 'she' did not know me, and she thought she could 'judge' me?

I saw red, my vision blurring with the one flaming emotion that was riddling itself through out me, consuming me. I closed my eyes, afraid someone would see what I planned before I did it, if they chose to look at me. I wanted to hurt her, see her suffer, not just her, all of them. /'Do it Seto.'/

That voice…

'What is this?

/'Do it!'/

'Where is this coming from? Who is this?'

/'Attack!'/

My whole body tensed. /'Strike them!'/

'Stop!'

I snapped.

My muscles spasmed, and my chest felt as though it was tearing itself apart. My eyes opened to a world of blurs and dots, as the pain consumed my body. Everything hurt, everything burned with a pain that couldn't be seen on the surface, and I let out a small cry of pain, shock. I no longer controlled my body, as it twitched and writhed in the seat, as I sought to escape it.

My breath came ragged, as my lips parted to form another small, but agonised cry, before my mind and body collapsed from the hurt, into sweet dark oblivion., all the while, a soft voice screaming in my head 'attack…'.

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Yamis pov

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I listened without really hearing, staring without sight, at the desk beneath me. I didn't really care about whatever the others discussed or contemplated, my mind was elsewhere, lost in an epiphany of thought and feeling.

His eyes, they had been searching, searching inside of me, looking for something.

What? What was he looking for?

A sound met my ears, that I only barely registered, but still was enough to alert my senses.

Tearing my focus from my thoughts, I searched for the cause of it, a sound I couldn't quite place right now. Apparently, no-one else had heard it but me, and the others continued with their conversation. I frowned.

My eyes scanned the room, finding nothing, till at last they fell on the executive in the end row, alone. I thought nothing of his usual cold posture, until he lifted his head, his eyes wide and stricken, as though he saw nothing and everything, as though… he was in pain.

My body froze, as I saw him twitching in pain, his body convulsing in his seat.

I leapt to my feet, my chair flying backward, crashing into Jou's, who let out a distinct yelp of shock and indignation. It barely registered it in my brain, as my feet moved swiftly across the grafitied floor, crossing the distance between myself and the CEO.

His head came back again, his lips parting to let out another cry of pain, before he slumped, his form sliding from the chair to fall toward the ground.

I dropped to my knees as he fell, catching his slender form, my arms encircling him as his weight settled into my lap.

My eyes searched his face, his skin glistening under the thin layer of sweat that had accumulated in the last thirty seconds.

His whole form was limp in my arms, and I swallowed my heart as it leapt up my throat.

He was pale, deathly white, and my instincts took over. My eyes shot to the group, who looked at the scene with uncomprehending eyes, surprise, shock, plastered over every face.

I sought Mariks gaze, yet made it known to all of them, as I hissed my request, the class still blissfully unawares.

"Distraction!"

Immediately, Marik turned around, pulling the Millennium Rod from his belt, and pointed it at a far desk. Light ripped from the Rod's eye, and the desk burst into flames.

The class screamed.

As of yet, none had noticed the CEO's plight, and now, teens ran in panic to the door, yelling and crying out, none taking any notice, while Bakura formed a wall with the others, faining cries of horror.

Though Mariks pyromaniac tendencies disturbed me, they had prevailed. It wasn't what I had had in mind, but it was proving effective.

Laying the lifeless body on the floor, I quickly checked his vital signs. His pulse was erratic, his breathing fast and shallow, and his face was now whiter than snow.

I channeled the energy of the puzzle, laying my hands atop the brunettes' chest. My hands glowed, the Sennen Eye flashing to my forehead, as my mind left my body, as I brought forth the brilliant and consuming healing light of the puzzle.

It flowed through my arms, hands, fingers, as I felt the others eyes resting on us both.

I searched for the source of discomfort within the teen.

It was throughout him. Like a shadow, a poison that had spread through his body and now held it. Yet I could not define it, could not identify it.

But if it caused Seto pain, if it was what was hurting him, it had to go, I must banish it.

I concentrated the puzzles energy, and felt it flowing down through me, filling him with rich and vibrant light, chasing away this 'shadow' that burdened him.

Beneath my hands, his breathing grew steadier, his pulse slowing.

My mind scanned his body quickly, checking it was gone. I was certain it was, until a brief flicker alerted me otherwise.

This part, I could've sworn, was residing in Setos mind, almost sheltering there. I inwardly frowned, before directing the brilliant light towards it.

It began diminishing, and my mind reached out to it, making sure.

It lashed out.

I recoiled in pain.

Then it began.

My head felt as though it was going to split, my heart as though it was bursting from my chest. The eye vanished from my head, my hands withdrawing from his chest, as my body jerked backwards, and my mind screamed in agony.

But that wasn't all I heard screaming in my mind.

Voices, pained and desperate, called out to me, begged. The voices ripped through my mind, some in such blinding agony that it became all I knew, the sounds nothing short of torture.

Was I screaming?

I couldn't hear myself, or the others, but I had to be. This was consuming.

Darkness lashed out, held my sense, the voices screaming and moaning, all the sounds bombarding my mind with a dead and agonizing accuracy.

Please… help us…

Save me…

Then it ended.

I lay, on my back, gasping for breath, my heart beat ringing in my ears. Above me, I gazed into the concerned faces of Bakura and Marik, each of whom had the white light of the Sennen eye burning on their heads.

"Pharaoh, are you alright?" They asked, eyes flashing.

I tried to nod, but my head felt heavy. Then, a small figure wrapped their arms tightly around my chest. Yugi held me.

"Yami what happened?" He said, sounding scared.

"I-I…don't know…"

And I didn't. Never before had I felt this, this mind numbing agony that could only be heard in the chambers of my soul.

"You were… you were screaming… crying out…"

Mariks Sennen eye faded away, though the look of concern on his face was still there. Bakura it seemed, thought it better to be safe rather than sorry, and continued to keep the light burning.

When I looked at all the group, both Yugi and… ugh, Tea, had tears in their eyes. With a slight wince, I shrugged their hands from my shoulders, pushing and parting the group, till I could see Kaiba.

His eyes and body twitched, as he stirred.

The others watched my gaze, following it.

Reaching out, I pulled the CEO into a sitting position in my lap, as his eyes snapped open. The cold blue irises widened in shock, before narrowing in suspicion, accusation, and fear.

"What?!"

"You…," I coughed, and looked up at the others, indicating they should all bugger off, but they didn't.

"You… passed out, or fainted or something like that. When I looked at you, it looked like… like you were being electrocuted from the inside," I finished lamely.

I wasn't exactly familiar with most modern things, but knew enough of what electricity could do from the time Marik jammed the tip of the rod into a power point, to try and prove to his hikari he couldn't be electrified or die.

Seto had looked like Marik, times ten, but minus the spiky charred hair.

He dropped his gaze from mine. "What did you do?" his voice whispered.

"He caught you, then healed you. Duh," Bakura added, as though this made all the difference.

I glared at Bakura, before turning and nodding my agreeance with them. "I, well, I brought your pulse rate down, and calmed your body."

His eyes widened again, and he suddenly seemed to realise he was in my lap, and removed himself. He pulled himself to his feet, straightening his clothes.

As if on cue, teachers and authorities poured into the room, some diverting when they realised we were still in it, the others racing to the flaming desk… chair… bookshelf.

Smoke was gradually filling the room, I just hadn't noticed.

Seto surveyed the carnage with an amused glint to his eyes.

"Your handy work?" he murmured, as the teachers began ushering us out.

I let loose a small grin. "Sort of."

The group filed out and down the hall, amid curious glances from the few students who had not yet been evacuated. The smell of smoke clung to our clothes, and Ryou, Yugi, Tea and Tristan had begun coughing.

Bakura snorted, before inhaling a great mouthful of air.

"I love being dead."

Marik grinned. "Oh please, I'll show you what death is."

Leaping up, he snared the albino in a bruising head lock, and the spirits reply, was smothered to a choking cough.

The teachers, seeing us to be fine, despite the continuous bouts of coughing that left the others guts on the floor, turned their attention to fussing over the CEO.

"Are you alright Seto?"

"Would you like something to drink? Some food maybe?"

"Did you enhale any smoke?"

I sniggered.

Kaiba shot me a very withering look, before waving a dismissive hand at them, making them scuttle away to help those who had so far lost their lungs and small intestines to coughing.

They began moving them down the hall, out into the dimming sunshine, where school nurses and paramedics waited.

I glanced down the hall, back to the classroom, which had smoke billowing out its door. Any second now, I mused to myself.

Sure enough, with a shrill and not to mention exceptionally painful whistle, the fire alarms sprung to life, and the sprinklers began their shower.

I grinned.

Marik had released Bakura, who was rubbing his throat with a scowl, and looked up at the nearest sprinkler, its jets of water flattening his spiky golden hair to his head.

I saw him smirk. Then wink.

… At the 'sprinkler'?

Almost instantly, the head shattered, and it was as though the blonde had turned on a tap, water gushing out.

I laughed.

And here I had been thinking he had a metal fetish, and I'd never be able to touch the rod again…

Down the hall, a teacher cried aloud that the place was coming to bits.

Bakura chuckled and looked at the next one. It too burst its' banks.

Chuckling, they both turned to look at me, giving me encouragingly devious smirks. I grinned, and concentrated.

I still felt drained, but could not resist showing them up.

It happened in a domino effect from where I stood, with the sound of many gunshots. Above me, and slightly down, the first one went.

Then the second, until all the halls sprinklers had lost their heads, and were flooding the carpet and classrooms.

I was soaked.

But still laughed at the begrudging spirits, as they yelped at the sudden down pour I had opened above their heads, leaping aside.

Behind me, another deep voice chuckled.

I turned, smiling, and lo-and-behold, there stood Seto Kaiba.

Logic fled me.

And I'm pretty sure my jaw went slack.

Water had soaked and matted his hair, forcing him to have casually pushed the now mud brown bangs from his eyes.

His blue jacket hung open, revealing… sweet Ra…

The plain white shirt beneath the jacket was plastered to his chest. The slightly see-through material revealed his smooth and toned chest.

My mouth, despite the flooding, went dry.

He opened the shining blue eyes, piercingly direct, and looked at me.

I gave a forced smile, and hurriedly looked away.

Almost instantly, teachers were shepherding us down the drenched hall, out into the fading, but still brilliant light of the afternoon sun.

Yet the sun couldn't sear away that beautiful vision of a sopping wet Kaiba, forever engraved in my mind.

As the teachers pushed and pulled us away from the building, Seto diverted away from the rest of us, and headed to a sleek black limo that sat by the curb. The door opened for him, and he slid inside.

The car pulled away, and left me to deal with the upsurge of discontent.

I had not forgotten. That dark spot, that painful hole in Seto's mind, was now within my own, and Seto's image would not be the only thing I did not forget this day.

The voices that had torn through my defenses and shredded my mind, were still fresh, and left me hollow with nothing to fill the void but the sound of agonised screams.

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So, what's on Seto mind eh? Or what's in it.

Sorry it took me a while to update, but I lost all my 'scripts' for this story so to speak, and have spent months looking for them.

Anyway, I have updated, how shocking.

So please R&R!