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Here is my update, though I personally don't think it's as good as others.

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Chapter Six – Get me lost

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Yamis pov

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I smiled down politely at the young Kaiba, so very different from his older brother, but then again so much alike.

In my hands, behind my back, sat Mokuba's present, in a box, and wrapped in shiny silver wrapping paper. I had been going to put it in the back pack on my shoulders, but didn't want it squashed.

I was proud of his present.

Yugi stood beside me, chatting animatedly with the boy, and holding out our joint present.

I grinned. No-one knew about my other gift. It was going to be between me and Mokuba.

"But, I'm being rude!" the child exclaimed, realizing we were still standing in the doorway. "Come in guys, we'll go to the living room where you can dump your stuff," he said, a massive grin on his face.

"And where we can put your present!" Yugi chirped at the boy giving him a warm hug with one arm, before the two bounded off down the hall.

I scowled at their enthusiasm. It was like a constant sugar high, a drug trip they could never get off. Their energy just never dropped, and if I even tried to get like that, I'd have to eat coffee for three hours. And that's straight coffee. Not…that I have tried that…

"Hey Yami!"

I glanced over my shoulder, before turning and smiling, shielding the gift with my own hands again as I watched Joey cross over the threshold.

"You know I'm shocked that nothing just happened to you, walking into the Kaiba mansion and living. I'd have thought Kaiba would have some wards up or something for 'you' at least. That, or have a dog warden wandering the premises," I said with an amused grin.

Joey grinned, brushing it off. "Prolly dismantled em for da party."

I smirked. "True…"

"Hello Yami."

Glancing past Joeys shoulder, I saw his sister, Serenity, smiling at me warmly, her long brown hair shining in the light of the sunset.

I smiled back.

"Hi Serenity, how are you?"

Her eye's lit up. "I'm great! Have you heard? I might be moving in with Joey for a while!"

The excitement flashed through her eyes, and her face was soft but alive with happiness.

"That's great. You must be pleased?"

"Oh, how could you tell?" she said with a laugh.

"Guys!"

"Hey Mok!" Joey cried, as the raven head of hair flashed past me to greet the others.

Smiling, I turned and headed off without them, searching for the living room and Yugi, listening as their voices, bright and cheerful, faded behind me.

I looked around, pausing at a 'fork in the road', to consider exactly where my feet should be taking me. The white wash walls seemed to stretch on endlessly, and it was unnerving just how quiet everything suddenly seemed.

I glanced behind me, but couldn't see, nor hear the others.

'Great, just great. Kaiba's house is eating me…'

Yugi?

/Yes/

I need some help

/Doing 'what' exactly/

Nothing out of your filthy little head. I swear, one day your friends are gonna see inside your mind and will only be able to come up with one word.

/And that word might be/

Eeew

/Har har. What do you want/

I'm lost

I heard my light laughing through the link. I scowled at him.

This is the part where you give me directions hikari

Yugi was still laughing. /No, this is the part where I leave you to wander the Kaiba maze for all eternity, horrified that you may die before you ever got shagged. And for that, I'm including 'both' your lifetimes. Have a good walk/

And with another laugh, this one seemingly much more sinister, Yugi closed off the link.

I blinked stupidly at the fuzzy reception I now got.

'I'm so going to kill you Yugi Motou', I thought, grinding my teeth together. 'First Anzu now this!'

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Setos pov

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I pulled the shirt on.

A button up, long sleeved.

It was dark blue, complementing my eyes nicely, but I wasn't exactly paying attention. I was more concerned about convincing myself I wasn't a lunatic.

God forbid Joey Wheeler was right about something, especially 'that'.

When at last I had done up the final button I wanted done up, leaving the cuffs open at the sleeve, I turned to look at myself in the full length mirror.

I stopped at the sight, staring at myself.

Well there you go, I thought absently, I do look human. Damn, this prozac is making me normal…they said there'd be no side effects!

I had on long black jeans, hanging about my hips and probably just staying up thanks to the silver studded belt I wore with them. They sat low on my hips, but not low enough to send out 'too' many suggestions.

The rest of the jeans were hung loosely, falling to my feet, which I left bare.

Absent mindedly, I ran my hand through my hair, ruffling it and giving it a windswept look that set everything perfect.

I couldn't help grinning slightly.

I had to make sure this party was a success, for Mokuba.

Therefore, looking human (and desirable), behaving normally, and ignoring all voices was a must. I'd get a cat scan later.

Enticing a Pharaoh was just the extra…

I scowled. Aww fuck…

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Yamis pov

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Where the fuck in the name of all things fucking sacred am I!

Of course, me screaming at me in my 'head' was going to get me no-where. Except a padded cell…

I couldn't have taken that many wrong turns, could I? Was I that crap with directions?

My feet fell softly on the carpeted floors, passing a room every so often, but so friggin lost Yugi was right, I was starting to imagine dying without sex.

At least it wasn't 'again', as far as the 'darling' little light thought.

I cursed my light. Little bastard,' I thought savagely. 'Really' little bastard.

Why couldn't the house have directions on the doors or walls, like a mall?

It should say, 'You are here', then give directions to the rest of the house. Of course, just to spite me, 'this' house would probably say 'You are here, hahaha!'

I reached a branch in the hallway, one side leading off left, and another right.

Still no map.

In a moment of pure childlike frustration, I stamped my foot on the carpet, and said a few 'selective' explanatives.

I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down, stop my eyes from 'actually' bursting into flame to melt the walls and clear a path… I could do it…I'd done it before…

"You either don't like my carpet, or, and I don't doubt it, you are lost."

I whipped around, my shirt flying up as I did so.

Aww fuck…

There stood Seto Kaiba, the one person I did not need to see me throwing a tantrum.

You stupid house! You made me look stupid! …oh great…insanity…

I broke eye contact for a second, blushing faintly at the look of cool amusement in those deep sea eyes, to check out his out fit.

Ok, fine, to check him out.

His shirt, a button up like my own, was done up and long sleeved, open at the cuffs and open slightly at his throat. It was a deep blue, accentuating his eyes beautifully.

His pants, jeans, were the opposite of my own. Where mine were tighter, more…revealing is a good word, his hung loosely from his hips, giving nothing away.

And his hips!

A shiver of pleasure ran up my spine at the sight.

The black jeans rode a bit low on his hips, but not low enough, in my opinion.

But then again, that looked like his idea, being a tease, even if it was subconsciously.

I was also pleased to see he looked well, cool, calm, his usual self. The word 'sane' also passed my mind.

Consciously, I realised he was looking at me, and I hurriedly forced sound out of my mouth, struggling with keeping my face blush free.

"Glad to see you have something in your wardrobe other than tight black pants and long white coats. Was starting to get concerned you had no dress sense."

The little Yami inside me, the voice who says to quit while you're ahead, or to do this or that and be a good person, all that stuff, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he smacked himself in the head.

"Tosser!" he yelled at me.

'I' wanted to call myself a tosser. An insult? Yami, you're an idiot.

But Kaiba didn't seem bothered. If anything, his eyes flashed humor, and he smirked.

"Ah, and here I considered cutting you some slack after this afternoon," he said, brushing off the afternoons events with the coolness and casual sound behind his words, "but I'm glad I don't have to bother. Yami, you're a strangely colored hedge hog, crossed with the decorativeness of a pin cushion."

My eyes widened, and I gaped.

Kaiba's eyes narrowed and he chuckled. "Not up to your usual par tonight I see."

I shut my mouth abruptly, and tried to think of a seething comeback, as I glared down at his bare feet, trying to hate them.

"Remember, we should at least keep the insults PG13 tonight, for Mokuba."

"What about when Mokuba's not around? I asked quickly, keen to know when I could have revenge.

"When Mokuba's not around, I'll continue to prove my vocabulary and wit against you. For now, follow me. And don't argue," he added with an abolishing glance, "I know you're lost."

With a smug smirk, he turned and swept off down the hallway. I inwardly seethed as I followed him, feeling explain-ably stupid.

Well, I thought glumly, there's now still a chance of sex before I die…

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Seto's pov

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I stepped out my door, and began heading down to meet the others.

Nervously, my fingers drummed against my side as I walked, and as soon as I realised I was doing it, I stopped myself.

Bad habits, I scolded.

I came to the stairs, and my feet flew over them as I descended, looking ahead, to see a flash of crimson vanish down a hall.

I nearly fell down the stairs.

'Blasted Pharaoh', I thought.

Of course, it could only be the Pharaoh, wearing a color that strong and passionate.

I smacked my head.

When I reached the hall, I turned down it, and quietly followed the spirits footsteps. I found him, at a junction, and throwing a tantrum.

'He's lost…'

The thought amused me greatly.

With his back turned to me, I took the time to examine him.

I could see his crimson shirt hung loosely from his shoulders, its color a brilliant match for the teen. Beneath that, I could see the white of another top, a singlet, so he could leave the top open.

And his pants…

Well…, I guess one thing should be said about my rival, he has a great ass.

Especially in 'those' leather pants.

'Oh, my, God. Seto Kaiba, perverted psychopath,' I hissed to myself.

Inwardly beating myself over the head with a skillet, I made my presence known.

With some satisfaction, I watched the teen jump, then spin to face me, those crimson eyes widened in shock, and embarrassment.

I smirked.

I didn't know he could turn that color…

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Yamis pov

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'Prat prat prat prat prat prat!'

I imagined the words writing themselves on the back of the blue shirt, in vicious red ink, and felt a surge of satisfaction. I really wanted a paint brush.

Kaiba lead me through the halls with such ease I could feel only stupid at getting so easily lost. And I still held his brothers present!

At last, we exited a hall, and stepped into a large and beautiful living room. That was completely occupied with rambunctious teens.

Everyone bar Bakura and Ryou were there, talking happily, grouped around the young Kaiba, and adamantly demanding he open their gift first.

The young boy looked flustered, but pleased.

When he saw his brother, he leapt from the chair he sat in, grinning.

"Seto!" he cried, "come, watch me open my gifts?"

I watched the brunette carefully, watched the smirk become a smile, and the eyes become a beautiful sea of warmth, soft to the only person allowed to swim there.

I sighed, and the red 'prat' became a gold 'sex god'.

As long as no-one else could see it…

"Of course Mokuba."

And he left me standing there, going over to sit by his brothers side, on the long, soft white sofa's. Mokuba looked back up at me, grinning.

"Yugi said you got lost."

I glared, my face flushing an embarrassing pink, and turned on my light.

You, you 'very' little shit!I snapped at him. You left me looking stupid!

He laughed out loud. "I don't have to leave you for long, you do it fine on your own."

I growled low in my throat. I desperately wanted to leap on him, sit on him, torture and tickle him, but that meant dropping the present.

I inwardly pouted.

…When had I become such a bloody child?

Resigning myself to the fact I had a few more days to have revenge, I ignored the light and walked over to where the others had dumped their bags, and calmly deposited mine there.

Carefully, I made sure to tuck the small gift out of harms way.

I turned, and walked back to the group, to sit on the ledge of a chair, it's occupant turning ice blue eyes on me.

"What?"

He scowled. "Do you have to sit there?"

I frowned. "I am 'not' sitting on the floor. You're all taller than me already."

The CEO smirked. "It has nothing to do with your height. The point is you 'belong' on the floor."

Marik let out a bark of laughter. "Nice Kaiba, Bakura would be proud."

'He has the jackals on his side! That's it!'

I pounced, much to everyone's surprise, especially my own. His eye's widened, before I was on top of him, and we were scuffling and elbowing one another.

Personally, I wanted him to wind up in my lap, and me with the chair.

Mokuba had leapt aside, to beside Yugi, as everyone grinned, and watched us. After a minute, we were both panting, and the group were placing bets.

At last, I sat on him. There were cheers and groans from all around, Marik swearing only to be clipped over the ears by his light.

"Get of me Pharaoh!" he spat contemptuously, glaring.

I smirked. "Too bad I'm the King of Games huh? And no. 'This' chair is even better than the floor."

"I warned you."

"Oh yeah?" I mocked, before I let out a yelp of surprise, as he stood, heaving me off him to crash to the floor.

I caught his shirt as I went though, and he was yanked off his feet, to tumble down upon me.

I stopped breathing.

His face, it was inches from my own, his light pants for breath ruffling my bangs, his blue eyes shut as he struggled to remove himself.

'Reach out to him…touch him…kiss him.'

Gently, I lifted my hand, toward his face, my heart racing.

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Seto's pov

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The Pharaoh eyed me with contempt, before he leapt at me.

'Oh great, he's jumping me,' my hentai mind considered instantly, before Yami was on me, and I was battling for the chair I sat in.

I grunted, panting, as at last, we stopped, Yami ending up on top of me.

Not that that was a 'bad' thing.

I glared at him.

"Get of me Pharaoh!" I spat contemptuously, glaring.

He smirked. "Too bad I'm the King of Games huh? And no. 'This' chair is even better than the floor."

My blood raced, and my body immediately froze to his touch as I was reminded of his 'title'. I wanted to rip that from him more than anything… I wanted to rip

"I warned you."

"Oh yeah?" he mocked

I stood, using all the muscles in my arms to hurl him off my body, sending him to the floor. At the last second, he seized onto the cuff of my shirt, and I was tempted to yelp, as my feet gave way, and I crashed down on the lithe body, eyes closing to stop from roving over his body, or displaying my hatred.

My hands immediately shot out, lifting my body away from his.

I could feel him beneath me, feel his body, his hips, the heat of being so close. I wanted to feel it…but I didn't…

I wouldn't last much longer, not when my own body was valiantly trying to disregard my mind. I opened my eyes.

He was looking at me.

Those crimson spheres speaking volumes that I longed to hear. And his hand…it was reaching for my face…

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Mmm, and I'll stop there. And you all should know, Kaiba was 'joking' about the prozac...

Had to update, got several reviews from a certain doody-head, and that kinda motivated me. Good job.

So, how was that? I think I branched out a bit in this, and tried to be funny a lot, and it probably didn't work, but I was prolly just in a funk.

Anyway, I'm feeling suddenly much more committed to this fic, and that might hopefully last me until I get a real boost.

Till the next chappie then…

RR my mini consciences'. (I'll let you decide if you are the demon or angel, tho, you should know, I have a few demons already…)