Repmet's note-Okay, so I'm writing this about an hour after I got done Fencing, so I'm wiped, and stinky...I should really shower...good thing there is no web-smell trust me, you're very lucky for that. Okay, so there are things in this chapter that happened to me in SF (San Francisco) like the 'bird lady' and the guy who's singing . Walking through China town felt like walking through the cafeteria of my school...very scary.

JOB OFFER IMPORTANT: gasp I am looking for a...sighs... beta reader. While I beta read for a few other people, I'm hopeless when it comes to checking my own work. So I'm looking for a Beta reader who will...hound me about getting my next chapters out, will edit my work and send it back with in 48 hours, and will not flood my inbox with chain letters I'm asking for the same thing in 'Of Egypt and Rome' and so the beta reader well be editing most of my work. I'll keep a list of everyone who offers to beta read and I'll try to give each person a chance to edit a fic Just say that you'll do it in your review and leave your email address and name. THANKS!

Warnings: For starters some Yaoi, swearing and violence followed soon after, some dark humor to drink up, and a side of angst for latter. And OoCness for desert.

Disclaimer: If you think I own this...you can think I own it...just send me the money every time you say the word 'Yu-Gi-Oh' (and if you believe that, I have a good used bridge to sell you)

Flame Claimer: All flames will be used to keep me warm tonight, because it's damn cold here!


The College Life

Chapter Two: In which Joey and Seto land, Mokuba makes a few phone calls, Joey get's sick, and Seto acts like someone else.

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"Joe..." Seto muttered, shaking the blonde's shoulder a bit. "Joey, wake up baby." He whispered into his ear.

Joey opened his eyes slowly, sitting up reluctantly and blinking sleep from his eyes. He smiled tiredly at Seto. "Morning." He grinned, yawning.

"We're getting ready to get off, get your stuff together." Seto snorted, folding up his news paper and straightening out his suite.

Joey sighed, reaching under his seat and pulling out his bag, standing up so he could join the slow stream of people making their way towards the exit. He felt a hand on his hip and turned slightly, smiling to see it was only Seto, trying not to loose him in the fray.

They made their way out of the plane and off the runway. Seto yawned, walking over to the rental car desk and getting the keys for the car they had rented. He walked over to meet Joey at the baggage check.

"Set," Joey frowned. "How are we goanna know what bag is ours?" He frowned up at the taller man.

"Going to." Seto corrected, shrugging and he wrapped his arms around Joey's waits. "It'll have our tag on it." He said, watching the bags go round and round on the escalator. He reached out lazily and picked open up, looking at the tag. "Here you go.' He handed it to Joey with a grin. "Easy."

Joey rolled his eyes, finding Seto's trademark briefcase easily. "I win." He grinned, sticking his tong out at Seto.

Seto snorted sarcastically. "Right."

He and Joey pushed through the crowds of the San Francisco airport, Joey grinned as they stepped into the day light. "Wow." He murmured looking out at the outline of buildings, "This is awesome!" he ran a hand through his hair, squinting his eyes. "Set, I thought there was only one bridge?" He pointed to the outline of the two bridges.

"No, that one there," Seto leaned over, pointing to the smaller of the two. "That's the Golden Gate."

"Ohhhh, then what's the other one?"

"The West Bridge or something like that, it's bigger than the Golden Gate, but the Golden Gate Bridge has more suspended footage than the other one." Seto said, shrugging and lading the way to the rental lot.

"Oh." Joey grinned, following slightly to catch up with Seto.

A man was waiting for them at the curb of the rental parking lot. "Hello Mr. Kaiba, I'll Scot Morse."

Seto grunted in answer.

Scott seemed a little put off by Seto's unfriendly attitude, but shrugged it off, obviously having dealt with people all day. "I'll show you to your car then," He said, still smiling. He wore the rental car uniform, a light blue T-shirt with 'RC's Rental' stamped over the single pocket and a name tag hanging on a badge around his neck. He was an older man, about in his late forty's, but still with a full head of hair and a fit body. He shook Seto's hand a bit nervously, this man was important business. 'Kid more like.' He thought to himself. He walked between the rows of car, leading Seto, and stopped in front of one.

"Is this it?" Seto frowned, looking at the red, two seat minim Cooper.

"Yes sir, is their something wrong?" Scott looked up into the CEO's creased face, a sweat drop forming at his temple.

"It's small."

"Yes sit, will, you said you needed something only for two people, and something nice..." Scott trailed off, frowning as well. He really didn't want to have to rent out a different car, that meant a lot of paper work-something Scott wasn't to fond of. Never-the-less he gave a small smile and shrugged. "I can find something else if you like, but it'll take a while, we're backed up right now."

Joey seemed to come out of his dazed state and jogged over to stand by Seto, looking over the taller boy's shoulder at the car. "Cool!" He grinned, running up to the car. "Seto...this is awesome."

Scott grinned, running a hand thought he back of his hair, maybe he wouldn't have to go through all the paper work to find them a new car after all. "You're friend likes it sir."

Seto sighed, glaring at Scottwho in turn, seemed to wither slightly, "Fine, we'll take it." He growled, watching Joey press his face up to the window of the car. "Mutt, you're going to smudge up the windows." He muttered, sighing.

"Ah, Seto, don't be suck a stick in the mud." Joey teased in Japanese. "It's a cool car."

"It's small and unconventional." Seto argued back, also in Japanese.

"It's a sports car! That's half the point!"

"But there's only two seats?"

"And we're only two people, innless you wanted to pick a couple whores up from the night club—because if you do, who am I to argue?" He teased again, grinning as Seto wriggled in his shoes uncomfortably. While the blond seemed to be comfortable with jokes in public about the taboo subject of sex, the brunette was obviously not. Still...Joey loved to make him turn ten shades of pink.

"Fine," Seto muttered in English at last, "It'll be fine."

Joey 'whooped' and hugged him around the neck, landing a kiss on the cheek, Seto blushed one of those oh so sweet shades of light pick, and rolling his eyes. "I wouldn't get too excided pup," He added in Japanese, "I'm still driving."

"Alright," Joey answered, also speaking in Japanese, "Wait...are we still talking about the car?" Seto's jaw dropped slightly, unnoticeable to the untrained eye—but Joey caught it and giggled, landing another soft kiss on his cheek. "Joking love, joking."

Seto shifted slightly to sign the lease for the car, switching back to English to talk to Scott. "We'll have it back by Monday, yes." He nodded, handing the clipboard and forms back to Scott.

"Alright then, the car is you're sir." Scott grinned, tossing Seto the keys, he caught them easily and opened up the trunk, putting their bags it. Scott gave a small nod, walking away with a shrug. 'It takes all kinds, I suppose.' He thought wearily 'But who would have thought, the guy who makes video games my son plays...is flaming.'

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"Hey Rebecca!" Mokuba grinned nervously as he sat down on the front stairs with the phone, "This is Mokuba."

"Oh...Mokuba...hi." Said the girl's voice from the other end. She didn't sound all that excited to be on the phone with him.

Mokuba's sprits drooped. "Hey, um, what's up?"

"Nothing much." Rebecca answered slowly, "You?"

"Oh you know, just goofing around. My brother and Joey are out of town, so I'm home alone."

"Oh really?" She seemed slightly more interested at this. "Why?"

"Joey's starting collage this fall, and he and Seto are getting him moved in." Mokuba paused, getting a he'd of his nerves. "Actually, that's kind of why I called...see I'm having this party while they're out of town, because you know Seto would never let me otherwise, and I was wondering if you wanted to come? You know, it would just be a bunch of my friends form school and music and nachos and stuff." He said all this really quickly, cutting off at the end and holding his breath.

Rebecca was silent for a monument, seeming to decide. "Sure, I could tell Grandpa I was going to study with you or something."

"Really, cool!" Mokuba was grinning now, "Um, tomorrow night? At 6:30?"

"Okay, sounds like a plan." Rebecca said, the smiled and blush evident in her voice.

"Okay, see you then, bye Rebecca."

"Bye Mokuba." A small click, and he knew she'd hung up.

Mokuba let the phone slide down his face, grinning crazily, and he caught it in one hand, pressing the off button with his thumb, before falling backwards and laughing. His black hair fell around his head in a disheveled mess, that would make Seto cringe, he stared up at the ceiling, smiling so hard his face hurt.

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"Did I ever tell you I'm terrified of your driving?" Joey asked woozily, leaning on Seto heavily as they walked in the lobby of their hotel.

Seto pushed him slightly. "Yes." He muttered, glaring at random strangers who he assumed were staring at him.

"Good." He paused a monument, "You realize the sign said no turn on red?"

"Yes, I do Wheeler, now well you stand up?" Seto hissed, pushing him a little harder tell he was standing on his own two feet.

Joey sighed, rubbing his foot against the back of his other ankle. "Sor-ry." He muttered, following Seto to the front desk

"Hello, hola, aloha, hallo, dag, kellemes, per cortes�a, boa vinda, kärkommen?" The woman said animatedly, looking for any signs that Seto understood her, since he hadn't said a word yet, she kept going, her face falling as her languages started to run out. "Bonjour, goddag, ho-muinpuru-bumento, привет." (1)

Seto frowned. "I have a room reserved, under Kaiba." He growled in English.

The woman jumped, slightly annoyed he hadn't bothered to stop her when she said hello. "Yes sir."

Joey leaned onto Seto's shouldered, muttering in Japanese. "What in the world was she saying?"

Seto sighed, answering tiredly, "This is an international Hotel, not everyone that comes here knows English, she was saying hello in about a billion different language." He rubbed his forehead, also speaking in Japanese.

The woman gave a tight lipped smile, looking up from her computer. "That's the West Room Sweet? Kitchen, Bath, one king bed?" She asked.

"Yes." Seto answered, switching back to his flawless English.

"Okay, that's room 3035, would you like someone to show you up to your room?" She asked, sniffing slightly.

"No thank you." He frowned, taking to two keys from her. He turned back to Joey, who was fidgeting boredly. He looked up from his green converses, with a small smile at Seto. "What floor?" He asked, still in Japanese, he seemed reluctant to bring up his English.

"Thirtieth, top floor." Seto answered, stooping to pick up their bags and leading the way to the elevator, he jabbed the 'up' button and waited.

"Really, oh cool!" Joey grinned, jogging slightly to keep up with the CEO and restraining his first instinct to hug him, he'd been with him long enough to know better to that do that in public.

"Yes..." Seto muttered, trailing off as the doors opened, they both stepped aside to let the elevator empty tell Seto and Joey stepped in. Seto could see Joey's eyes sparkling with excitement at the rows and rows of buttons to push. "Don't even think about it mutt." He groweled, swiping the card and pointing to the button labeled 'West'. "You can push that one."

Joey rolled his eyes, "I'm not two, thank you very much." But none the less he punched in the button Seto had pointed to, and felt a lurch as the elevator took off, he grabbed for Seto's arm, watching as the light up numbers above the door changed at what appeared to be a rapid pace. "Damn...I hate these things..."

Seto snorted, amused. "Elevators?"

"Yes elevators." Joey snapped back, rolling his eyes, "What's wrong with that? They make me dizzy and give me a head ache."

"Uh huh." Seto shrugged, snaking an arm around Joey's waist and allowing the blond to lean against him, letting his guard down since it appeared to be a private elevator. "Well...we'll have to take your mind off of the video camera then huh?"

"How are you goanna- mmmph!"

Seto moved his lips off Joey's smirking, "Going to." He corrected quietly, leaning his face down again so his nose bumped Joey's ever so slightly. He smiled, nuzzling the blonde's forehead.

"Seto...you're goanna make me throw up!" Joey complained, making a face and pulling away a bit.

Seto backed off, scowling. "It's not goanna! It's 'going to' how many times do I have to tell you?" He glared at Joey.

Joey ignored him, he had a hand over his mouth and his eyes were watching the floor number feverishly. "Seto I think I'm goanna blow chunks." He said, turning a nauseous olive green color.

Seto frowned again, not bothering to correct Joey's grammar as he took a step back. "Not on me you aren't!" He barked.

Joey looked up at him, leaning against the elevator door, with a pleading glance, his other hand coming up to cover his face. The numbers flashed '30' and the door parted, letting Joey crash to the floor of their room.

Seto shook his head at the younger boy, who was now clutching at the hotel room carpet as if his life depended on the shaggy white fur. The CEO sighed, stepping over his mellow dramatic partner and setting their bags down on the in table. HE looked around shrugging at the full kitchen, king size bed and plasma TV. A hotel room was a hotel room, no matter how fancy. Behind him he heard the elevator doors shut, and turned to see the notice that read 'This room can only be entered through the elevator by YOU'RE key car. In case of fire use stairs' in about five different languages. He snorted, turning to look down at Joey.

Joey glared up at him. "Aren't you the least bit worried about me?"

"Of course."

"You are." Joey snorted.

"If you get sick it's rather incoherent to me," He paused, squatting down to ruffle Joey's hair. "You're my hole."

Joey glared at him, a mixture of hate and disgust on his face. "That's the LAST time I let you read ANY of my Manga!" He yelled. (2)

"I'm just kidding, just kidding." Seto put his hands up in defense, "I'm sorry, are you okay?" He pulled Joey off the floor and into his lap, leaning against the wall next to the elevator.

"I'm not sure." Joey muttered darkly, crossing his arms and trying his best to be angry. "Ever since you read my newest 'Gravitation', I swear Erie Yuki is rubbing off on you. Soon you'll start calling my brat and well never, ever admit that you love me, and you'll work so much you wont have any time for me." Joey sighed dramatically, flopping side ways in Seto's arms, a hand over his forehead in mock horror.

"Shut up brat." Seto snorted, standing up and lifting Joey with him, he straightened his cloths out in a ruffle of extravagantly tailored material. "Don't even notice the pains I go through to get you a hotel room you might like?"

Joey kissed him lightly on the cheek. "It's wonderful, and I love you too. You still aren't getting any."

To be continued...

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(1)Hello or welcome in a bunch of different languages, from Russian to African. Funny...the normal one like 'Chinese' and 'Sweetish' wouldn't come out right!

(2)Okay so I just finished reading the 10 'Gravitation' Manga, and I thought it was hilarious, how Erie Yuki calls Shuichi his 'hole' so that's where Seto got it from.


Repmet-Alright, I know the part with moukba is short, but I wanted to upsate, so you'll just have to live with this. Kaiba well become less out of charactor later on, and you'll find out more about why he isn't so mean anymore...well...less mean that usual.