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Chapter Nine - I hate that I love you


Yami's pov


"Okay," Bakura began, obviously keen to begin regardless of the fact Kaiba wasn't here. I glared at him, but he conveniently ignored me.

"It's a cross between the standard Truth dare and all the rest, and seven minutes in heaven."

Mokuba piped up. God was he innocent. "What's seven minutes in heaven?"

Bakura's grin turned wicked. "Well, I'm tweaking it a bit. In 'my' version, if a person picks seven minutes in heaven, he must answer a question. If he answers it, then he's fine, free, but if not, if he refuses to answer the question, than I pick the person who's going to go into the nearest bed room with him."

"What do they do?"

Everyone looked away from the child, embarrassed. Even Yugi. Bakura's smirk was now contagious, spreading to Marik.

"Why, whatever they want."

Mokuba looked thoughtful, gorgeously innocent right at this moment.

"Could they play duel monsters?"

Bakura could no longer look the child in the face, and turned away, turning his laugh into a hacking cough. Marik took over.

"Of course. They can duel anyway they like."

Mokuba beamed. "Awesome! I hope I get to duel Yami!"

I choked. Bakura and Marik couldn't help it now, and they both fell about, laughing like hyena's on crack. Tears literally poured down their faces, and I gave them the coldest look I could manage, before turning to Mokuba.

"Uh, sure kiddo. If you want."

"Great!"

Bakura, red and sides still heaving, pulled himself to a sitting position. He winked at me.

.: Every Kaiba loves you, you sly executive loving pedophile:.

My eyes must have burned actual flames, because I condemned his soul to hell then and there. Bastard.

.:Go to hell you useless slimy insignificant mofo:.

He cackled. "Been practicing your insults have we?"

I glared, venom practically seeping from my eye's. Then, I stood, pulling a dagger from my belt, before hurling it through the air. It sailed straight and true, embedding itself in Bakura's neck.

He gasped, then gurgled, blood seeping from his neck and mouth in a fountain of red, before he keeled over, to lay motionless on the floor. His body twitched and jerked, as I strode over, and wrenched the blood slicked blade from his neck.

Mmm, aren't dreams wonderful?

"Pharaoh? Hello, stop spacing out! We want to start the game," Marik called to me, wiping the smile off my face.

"Yeah Pharaoh, though I have to ask, nice dream?" Bakura said with a smirk.

I grinned wickedly. "You have no idea."

"Ok," Bakura clapped his hands together, rubbing them, before reaching for a bottle of what looked like vodka, and taking a 'long' draught. He put the bottle down, burped, and continued.

"Ok, who wants to go first? Should I? So I can pick one of you poor souls to go suffer?"

Everyone shifted nervously. Finally, Mai got bored of their nervousness.

"Oh for goodness sakes, I'll go. Mmm, I pick… Anzu. Truth, dare, double dare, kiss, pash, torture, or," she winked at Bakura, "seven minutes in heaven."

Anzu blushed slightly, and sent me a very quick look that made my skin crawl.

Oh. God. No.

"Hmm, I'll take…" she shot the blonde a very meaningful look, "pash."

All the guys looked nervous. Even Mokuba, who edged toward Bakura's leg, before quietly and inconspicuously hiding behind it. Bakura shot an actual smile at the boy, before returning his attention t the game that, now, seemed like torture.

I knew I was in deep shit.

"Ok." Mai smirked, evilly, cradling the bottle in her arms, as her eyes sought out the victim of the day.

Mai, please, no, my mind begged silently.

Yet she looked at me, and I saw something like sympathy and pity shine in her eye's, before it was gone.

Ra no…

"Anzu, pash Yami."


Seto's pov


Stupid fucking voices making me waste precious sorrow drowning alcohol.

I mopped viciously, almost stabbing at the floor, as though my mop would be a blade, and the floor was this voice.

I wanted it to stop. Was I getting schizophrenia? Me, Seto Kaiba, ruined at the age of nineteen due to schizophrenia? Was I going crazy?

I shook my head.

No, I couldn't be. Crazy people don't think they're going crazy, they think they're getting saner.

I definitely thought I was going crazy. Thus, I couldn't be crazy…

Oh God.

I finished the floor with a final sweep of the mop, and let it fall to rest against the wall. The glass was gone, and the floor would dry, best I return to whatever game from hell they had begun. As long as my home was left standing, I might stay in a reasonable mood.

I headed off for the living room, the same path Yami had taken less than ten minutes ago. That damn Pharaoh…

Was he doing this to me? These voices, they only kicked in when he was around, so was it him? Playing a cruel trick, a game? But I doubt he could be that cruel.

And how could someone that can smile as he does, be so cruel? No-one with a smile that could rival the sun could do that, it just wouldn't be fair.

Yet, life is never fair.

I stopped.

Wait a second, am I admiring his 'smile'?

I groaned, and started walking again.

No way, I couldn't, no, it wasn't possible. I was cold, frozen, and the only love I felt was for Mokuba. He would never, and could never betray me, thus I was safe with him. But was I falling…

No.

It just wasn't possible.

I turned the corner, and entered the living room, only to be met with the most revolting sight I'd probably ever seen.

Yami sat in one of my good, white leather chairs. His arms were draped down the arm rests, but his hands were digging into the ends, his knuckles white as he almost tried to claw it to bits.

In his lap, almost straddling him, was the cheap brunette, her face millimeters from his, his red eye's tinted with revulsion, as she kept moving closer.

Her hands had come up to hook behind his neck, and every inch closer she went made my stomach turn repeatedly.

I wanted to scream at her, rip her; I wanted her away from Yami.

Hatred surged through me again, though this time it was mostly my own; hatred toward her, for pushing herself against someone who obviously didn't want her, for choosing Yami, when I wanted him.

Screw the self doubt, right now, I wanted him, and she shouldn't of been able to have him.

Then she was close, so close. I couldn't move, all I could feel was this primal hatred, as though she was stealing this from me.

And she kissed him.

Anyone watching as close as I was could see his hands tighten their grip, his eye's clench shut, and the small tremble that ran through him, as though her touch had hurt him.

I almost screamed.

She parted her lips, and I saw her tongue slip into his mouth eagerly.

I shuddered. If I'd had a gun, she would be dead, I know it. Everything I had was focused on how I could hurt her right now.

Then she pulled back.

Those pink coated lips were slightly red from the kiss, and her blue eye's were half lidded, her voice husky as she spoke.

"How was that Yami?" she purred.

Yami had opened his eyes. On his lips were small smudges of pink, and he was breathing unevenly.

She was probably crushing him!

He seemed to falter. His eyes were betraying him to me, as were his hands, still desperately clinging to my furniture.

"Absolutely repulsive," I drawled. I found my voice! Hurrah.

Every head turned. Mokuba was up instantly, bounding over.

I realised everyone else had been grinning stupidly, mostly all the guys, as the tell tale thought 'better him than me' flew through their heads. Everyone though, except Bakura and Marik.

They seemed to be looking at Yami with genuine sympathy.

"No body asked you Kaiba," she hissed at me.

"And you think that will stop me," I countered, glaring at her.

My eyes shifted to Yami. His eyes, those large soulful orbs, seemed to be begging me. My own eyes widened, perplexed. What could he beg me for?

I looked closely, and almost gaped.

Those red eyes begged forgiveness.

"Ahh, Kaiba, good to see you're back amongst us. Care to play?" Bakura asked, his grin evil.

I snorted. "Not bloody likely, if it means I have to 'play' with 'her'."

Bakura waved his hand. "Course not, it was merely part of the game. Truth or dare and all the rest, mixed with seven minutes in heaven. Come on, what are you afraid of?"

I didn't hesitate. "Her," I said, pointing at the brunette 'still' in Yami's lap.

"Well, if we keep her away from you, will you play?"

I thought. Seven minutes in heaven…then all the kiss, pash stuff. I didn't like my chances.

"Please Nisama!" Mokuba pleaded beside me, using that puppy dog look I can never hold out against. I groaned, realizing it was a losing battle.

"Fine. Whatever, let's get on with it."

I followed my brother to his seat, which was past Yami, and still, Anzu.

He looked so uncomfortable, that I stopped.

"You've over stayed your welcome there I believe," I said coldly to her, wishing I had the power in m eyes to make her burst into flame.

She glared, but got up, and with am ugly look, went to sit back down by the other girls, near Tristan and Joey. I glanced at Yami, only to see him gazing at me with an expression of gratitude. I inclined my head, and went to sit down, Mokuba pouncing into the seat beside me.

"Ok, Anzu, I believe it's your turn."

Her gaze flicked round. I wanted to claw her eyes out. In his chair, Yami reached over to snatch up a bottle that had sat in front of Bakura. He didn't hesitate putting it to his lips, and drinking.

"Marik," she said finally, not wanting to pick on her friends.

The blonde grinned wickedly, paused, and glanced at Bakura. He shook his head slightly, and the spirit returned his attention to the brunette.

I raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment.

"Mmm, I pick double dare. And my cohort shall be…Mokuba!"

I tensed, my eyes shooting to Marik's, warning, then back to Anzu's. My glare was precise, sending out the perfect message: one wrong move and I'll sell you to the black market as a door mat.

Beside me though, Mokuba sat up eagerly, expectantly.

"Okay, I dare you both to…" Mai leaned over, whispering in her ear. She giggled, stupidly, but shook her head. "I dare you both to switch clothes."

Mokuba blushed. "Here!"

She shook her head. "No, of course not, your brother would butcher me."

"I'll butcher you anyway," I countered nastily.

Marik didn't look all that supportive of the idea either. "Anzu, you moronic git, I'll suffocate. His clothes are too small for me."

"Tough. Now, go out of the room, Yami, you go with them. Let them get undressed in different rooms, then when they hand out their clothes, swap them over."

Yami glanced up from where he'd been fingering the rim of the bottle. I was startled to realise it was completely empty.

That had been straight Smirnoff vodka.

Now, it was being replaced, a bottle of gin close by.

Yami nodded though, and stood.

"Come on Mok, Marik."

Mokuba bounded up, shooting me a smile. "At least I want suffocate like Marik," he said, grinning.

I nodded mutely, watching as the three disappeared down the hall, until I heard two different doors shut.

I sighed, and closed my eyes.

"So, is he a good kisser?" Serenity finally asked. My eyes snapped open.

Anzu blushed. "Well, he is, I know he is, but I don't think he was really trying."

I inwardly snorted.

"Mmm, well, maybe he didn't want to seem too eager," the red head consoled.

Now I couldn't keep the smirk off my face, and I turned away, instead looking to Bakura, who was likewise smirking off his face.

He made a face, and moved to sit by my side.

"Totally clueless," he muttered.

I nodded my head in agreement. "God, I step out of the hall, and nearly have a cardiac arrest. Talk about revulsion," I replied quietly.

Bakura snickered. "Poor Pharaoh. I'll never let him live it down."

I nodded my agreement.

"So, priest, anyone here you're interested in?"

I snorted again, and gave the spirit an appalled look. "Bakura, that's almost as bad as asking me 'how's your love life'. Besides, it's none of your business."

"Well, I'm bored enough to make it my business."

"How very refreshing."

Bakura lounged forward, draping his arms over my shoulders. He chuckled, when he felt my whole body tense, my breath hitching.

"Now now Kaiba," he purred in my ear, so close, his breath tickling my neck and brushing across my cheek, "there must be 'someone' here you like enough to…"

I glared at him out of the corner of my eye. "No. Piss off."

One of those pale hands wandered from my shoulder, down my back. If I wasn't on edge before, I was now.

And that hatred… Now it wasn't mine.

I panicked, and tried to push him away. I couldn't risk it, couldn't risk hurting him like that force would want. Sure it was Bakura, but it was just…wrong.

"Kura, get off," I hissed urgently.

"No," he purred again, sliding even closer.

/Hit him! Hit him now/

"Bakura!"

The voice thundered across the living room, from the hall, and Bakura leapt from me as though I was a frayed electric cable. I looked up, across the room, as did everyone else, and there stood Yami, Sennen eye burning, with a 'very' angry look on his face.

Though, it looked to be crossed with a slightly pissed expression.

Still, I was grateful all the same.

Bakura looked sheepish, eye's on the Pharaoh, whose expression was still severe. No-one else made a sound, until he cleared his throat.

"And I present," he said gruffly, shining eye fading, "Morik and Makuba," he said with a slight slur. No-one pointed out his mistake.

I raised an eyebrow. Yep, he was definitely feeling that vodka now.

Then Mokuba trounced out.

I laughed.

He was in Marik's tank top, with the lavender hood pulled up over his head. The long black pants dragged around his feet, and the millennium rod dangled low around his waist.

I was shocked though, when he threw back the hood, to reveal his normally raven colored hair was platinum blonde.

I think I choked.

He smirked.

The others all applauded, laughing and reaching out to touch the boy's hair.

"It's real!" they cried in delight.

A sound of disbelief and horror escaped my mouth.

"It looks so good Mokie!" Yugi praised. Bullshit!

"Thanks guys," he said, beaming. "It was just Yami and Marik wanting it to look right. They say it will come right out as soon as I ask one of them."

I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank. You. God.

"What do you think Seto?" he asked, smiling.

"Nifty." He grinned.

"And now," Yami interrupted, a look of devious delight etched onto his face, "I force into the lime light the new Marik." And with a wrench, he threw Marik from his hiding spot at the corner of the hall, into the center of the room.

There was a stunned silence, before laughter ripped through it, and Marik actually blushed.

Mokuba's new white shirt was stretched across the top of Marik's chest, but didn't make it past his ribs. It was obviously painfully tight around his arms, and he was lucky Mokuba hadn't been wearing his blue jacket.

The pants though…

Mokuba had been wearing long black pants, that flared out around the bottom, a nice affect that had complemented the look.

These pants didn't go past his knees, thus, he could barely walk, and all he had covering his ass was a pair of rather dashing boxers that were decorated with squirrels juggling acorns yelling 'go nuts'.

Not only that, but his normally blonde hair was ink black.

Even I managed a chuckle.

He glared at Yami with a look of absolute loathing, before straightening up, and waving a hand over his body.

Mokuba's items of clothing dissolved to be replaced by his long purple cloak.

"Hey, that's cheating!" Anzu cried.

"No, it isn't!" he retorted. "You never said how long I had to be like that. If you're not specific, your problem, not mine."

She glared daggers at him.

"Will Mokuba get his clothes back?" Malik asked, curious. As was I.

"Yeah, they should show up in his room sometime."

"Sometime?" I echoed.

"Yeah, so don't ever move."

I sighed, rolling my eyes.

"Well," he said, rubbing his hands together and smirking evilly. "I believe it's my turn."

Mokuba half crawled over to sit back beside me, after Bakura had scooted back to his original chair, receiving another quelling glance from the now obviously pissed Pharaoh spirit.

Said Pharaoh was sitting now with his light, on the floor by his friends. He had in his hand the bottle of gin, and it was near empty.

I felt a tinge of worry.

"Mmm, well, I pick Yami."

He groaned. "Fine," he grumbled.

Anzu leaned over, and whispered in his ear. He made a disgusted face that she didn't see, before pushing her away. She looked particularly put out.

"I pick…" he looked over at Bakura, long and hard, and everything clicked.

I almost 'screeched' my anger at him. He hadn't ordered Bakura away from me for me, he'd done it cause he wanted Bakura for himself!

Damn him!

But then again, why the fuck do I care? Fuck the Pharaoh, he means nothing.

"Seven minutes in heaven."

My eyes were drawn back to him. How could he? He knew Marik would do it for him, let him go off with Bakura. I bet they planned this! My blood boiled in rage.

Anzu was giving Marik a look of particular devotion, pleading with those blue eyes.

"Ok, here's your question, and if you refuse to answer, I pick the person to send you away to a room with."

He nodded, blinking a little too much.

Marik smirked. "How long is your dick?"

Yami flushed scarlet. "That's none of your business!" he spat with venom.

"So you refuse to answer the question?"

"Obviously."

"Great!" Marik chirped, Bakura smirking with such a devious expression I longed for nothing more than to rip it from his face.

"Then you and Kaiba toddle off down the hall into that room and have fun."

My head whipped around.

Me!


Yami's pov


I can't believe I was going to do this. There was just no way. And what if he refused?

I clutched the bottle tighter in my hand. If I didn't have this, my nerve would have fled me by now. Not to mention I knew I was mildly drunk, and should have sobered myself up with Shadow magick, but hell, life was so bloody easy when logic took a vacation.

So I got up, leaving my bottle on the floor, and stumbled slightly past Marik and Bakura, who grinned. I glared.

Seto was gazing at me numbly, before he got to his feet, still obviously shocked, and followed.

Mokuba grinned. "Looks like Yami and Nisama have seven minutes to duel."

Bakura and Marik cracked.

I inwardly shrugged. Such was the innocence of the young. Kaiba followed me down the hall, and through the door.

I didn't know how I was going to do this.

Bakura had said that I should act as though I was following out the dare, as though it was a game. But before we left, I had to tell him, tell him that he meant something to me, that what we'd just done, if indeed we did anything, meant a lot to me.

If he refused my advances, well, I was screwed. Or more, I wasn't, and that was the problem.

I groaned inwardly. Please Ra…

I entered the room, and waited for Kaiba to come in.

God he was beautiful, could even be god himself. His perfect ivory skin, rich dark chocolate bangs, and those sapphire eyes that remind me of the deepest parts of the ocean set me alight every time I see him.

It was too hard hiding, too hard pretending. I had to tell him.

He strode past, and sat down on the edge of the bed, sighing at the impending boredom.

I swallowed hungrily, and shut the door with a soft click.

"Seto," I purred, stepping forward.

He looked up. "Seto? Don't you mean Kaiba?"

I shook my head. "No, I mean Seto, cause that's the name I want to scream."

His eye's widened, and he made to stand, but I reached out, and pushed him back onto the bed.

He went to roll, but I used my body, pinning him with my knees and hands where he lay, watching as his eyes widened, and he froze.

"I want you Seto," I slurred, "I want you because I love you, and seven minutes is not long enough."

I leant forward, and attacked his neck with my lips, sucking, nipping, biting. He yelped n shock, and tried to throw me off.

"Yami, no, stop! What about Bakura!" he gasped, panicked.

I laughed. "Bakura? Hell no, he was just helping me, helping me get you."

I moved down again, and went for his lips. He turned his head away, and tried to buck me off again, but now, I pinned him harder, using the strength of the puzzle. A soft cry tore from his throat.

"Yami, don't…" he said weakly, looking deep into my eyes.

I ignored him. I had him, beneath me, those shining eyes, luscious lips, perfect and flawless skin, all of them were now mine. I had him.

I swept forward, and pressed my lips to his.

He froze, those gorgeous blue eyes widening, before he clenched them shut, so I never saw the tears.

I moved down, kissing that proud jaw line, his neck, the pulse leaping erratically, before I pulled at the blue shirt with my teeth.

It wouldn't move, and I snarled in frustration, releasing his wrists to attack it with my hands, fumbling with the buttons.

Almost immediately, he pushed against me, trying to throw me off, unbalance me and flee.

Why would he want to flee?

The puzzle glowed, and he was yanked back to the bed, his hands being bound by lengths of invisible cord.

I tore the last of the shirt free, as he parted his lips. I foresaw the cry that would have echoed down the hall, and pressed my lips to his, swallowing it.

As I kissed him, first softly, then roughly, my tongue gliding along his bottom lip, begging for entrance, my hands slid down to those damn pants that had taunted and teased me all night. I tugged, and he bucked his hips again, before trying to sink into the bed, away from me and my hands.

I growled possessively, and thrust down on him.

He moaned into my mouth, allowing me the entrance I sought. And Ra, he tasted divine.

Breathing heavily, I pulled back, my hands once again trying at those pants that hung low on those slender hips, when he spoke.

"Yami, don't," he pleaded, voice weak, breathing labored. "Please…"

I froze.

Don't? Please don't?

Oh Ra, what was I doing? I gazed down at the beautiful being in abstract horror, realization.

I had been 'forcing' myself on him.

I had restrained him, till he, Seto Kaiba, had been reduced to pleading.

Revulsion, hate, anger and self loathing welled up in my chest, as I finally saw the tears that threatened to spill from the crystalline blue eyes.

Sweet Ra, what had I done?

I leapt off the bed, away from him, instantly sober. I immediately removed the cords that held him, and he instinctively curled up on himself.

"Seto, I'm so sorry," I sobbed, walking forward, trying to appease him, begging his forgiveness like he had begged me.

He shied away. "No," he choked, and managed a glare. "Get away from me."

"But Seto, I didn't mean it! I…I love you…"

"Funny way of showing it…" he whispered, a single tear slipping down that smooth cheek.

I backed away. No…

I fled.

I hurled open the door, and took off down the hallway, tears bursting free and spilling down onto the soft white carpet.

My red shirt billowed out, as I dashed straight through the living room, barely noticing the others as they stood, crying out to me.

All I could do was run, but I'd never escape what I'd done.


"What the hell happened?" Marik asked, leaping to his feet, only for Yami to breeze straight past him, tears flooding his face.

Everyone was on their feet, shouting out to him, but he disappeared down the hall.

Mokuba was worried and confused.

"Does this mean Yami lost the duel?"


Ain't Mokuba just adorable.

Woops, poor Yami, or should it be poor Seto? Aren't I evil…mwahahaha. Next chapter: evil takes hold, Seto gives up fighting!

R&R my sweet though slightly evil voices!