A/N: I've done it again. I can't believe I wrote this. Please tell me if the rating is okay.

Catalyst of Emotions

Chapter 3


It began as most dreams did. Seto had finally decided to call it a day even though the day had ended over an hour ago. Tiredly, he managed to get changed into something more comfortable, climb into bed, and turn off the light. But it happened to be one of those nights; one of those nights where no matter how tired he was he couldn't fall asleep. He'd just stare up at the ceiling and wait for sleep to claim him which, needless to say often took another hour or so. And often when sleep overtook him, he didn't quite realize it because sleep appeared so subtly that he simply moved from a state of consciousness to one of dreaming without even realizing it.

He was just lying in bed, rolling over occasionally, trying to fall asleep as the morning was rapidly approaching and he would rather not have to drink three extra cups of coffee to just stay awake. But then there was a noise, a sound as if someone was entering his room.

"Mokuba?" He questioned as he sat upright. No answer. He tried again.

"Is that you, Mokuba?" He rose slightly as he began to climb out of bed.

"Leaving so soon?" A husky voice whispered into his ear, pulling him back onto the bed. Seto shivered before turning his head slightly so that he could see the owner of the voice. Even in the dark he could make out the face…

"Mutt?" The boy scoffed.

"Is that any way to treat a guest?" Jou purred into Seto's ear. "The name's Jou, and if I have my way you'll be screaming it before the night's over." Jou had pushed Seto back down onto the bed and was slowly climbing his way over him. Seto's breath hitched.

"Like the sound of that, do you?" Jou asked. Without giving Seto any time to respond – not that he could anyway – Jou pressed his lips to his, immediately demanding entrance into Seto's mouth. Seto granted it and began kissing Jou back without any inhibitions whatsoever. Jou's hands then began to wander and suddenly Seto felt a tug at the elastic of his pants.

And then, like a snap of your fingers, it was over. Seto awoke with a jolt, with sweat running down his – wait a second, that wasn't sweat…

Seto groaned, sitting up and turning on the lamp at his bedside table. You'd think that being the CEO of a godforsaken company would give him immunity to these sorts of things. Whoever invented hormones sure wasn't thinking. Seto ran his hand through his hair, scowling, ashamed that he was partly disappointed that it had only been a dream.

Seto sighed before climbing out of bed, kind of grossed out by the way his pants were clinging to him. He was in a desperate need of a shower. He grimaced as he began walking gingerly towards the bathroom. A cold shower.

After getting out of the shower and changing into dry clothing, Seto stripped his bed of its sheets. Too tired to bring the sheets all the way to the laundry room, he simply left them in a pile on the floor. He then climbed onto the bare mattress and, surprisingly, was asleep within minutes.


Seto was just finishing buttoning up his shirt when Mokuba came bombarding into the room.

"Seto, breakfast's ready," Mokuba said cheerfully. Oddly enough, the preteen was a morning person, which occasionally bewildered Seto for he didn't know how anyone could be as hyper as Mokuba in the wee hours of the morning. Seto assumed it had something to do with the fact that perhaps Mokuba went to sleep before morning came but Seto was still debating this theory.

"I'm coming," Seto said, adjusting his collar slightly in the mirror before following Mokuba out of his room.

"Why were your sheets on the floor?" Mokuba asked as they walked down the hall. Seto paused for a moment before remembering the… incident which caused him to have to remove the sheets from his bed.

"Uh, the sheets needed to be washed." Well, that was true. "The maid forgot to wash them," Okay, perhaps this wasn't though. Oh well, a little lie never hurt anyone, right? Mokuba gave him an odd look.

"She… forgot?" Mokuba frowned suspiciously. Seto decided to just ignore Mokuba's comment hoping he'd just leave the conversation be. Seto grabbed a cup of coffee from the pot and sat down at the table, took a piece of toast and began eating it as he gazed over the morning's paper. Halfway through a paragraph in some article about some companies' merger Seto could feel Mokuba grinning at him through the newspaper.

"What?"

"It was one of those dreams, wasn't it?" Mokuba was grinning ear to ear now as Seto coughed on a piece of his toast.

"It was not–" But before Seto could deny it Mokuba began talking again.

"Now Seto, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. They teach us about these sorts of things at school. It's all perfectly natural…" Seto suppressed a blush which was desperately trying to creep its way onto his face. Really, with Mokuba talking like this you'd think he was the older brother.

"Enough, Mokuba." Seto interjected. "I'm trying to eat." Mokuba then became silent and all you could hear was the two brothers eating their toast. But even with the silence Seto could still feel Mokuba smiling at him through the newspaper. Seto sighed and glanced at his watch.

"We should be going," Seto put down the paper and rose from the table, heading out to the car with Mokuba following him.

"Who was it about?" Mokuba asked slyly. Seto didn't respond and just got into the car.

"Oooo, Seto's got a crush!" Mokuba teased in a sing-song voice. At the word crush, the blush which Seto had fought away returned with such vigor that he couldn't suppress it. Seto looked out the window, away from Mokuba, in an attempt to hide his blush. No such luck.

"Aww, C'mon Seto, you can tell me who it is," Mokuba begged. Seto ignored Mokuba's antics, for whatever he felt for…It was definitely no crush. Seto wondered if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Once they arrived at school, Seto said goodbye to Mokuba (who continued to tease him about his so-called crush) and started walking to class. Mokuba, after seeing Yugi and the gang outside the high school, decided to say hello before heading over to the middle school.

After greeting his friends, Mokuba thought of something. Seto's crush was probably someone he at least relatively knew (meaning someone like Yugi or the rest of the gang) and the only girl that he could think of that fit the description was Tèa.

"Tèa, guess what! My brother has a crush on you!" Mokuba said in a rush. Everyone's eyes went wide.

"W-what?" Tèa stuttered slightly, a faint blush coming to her face. "Are you sure?" She asked, not sure of whether to feel honored or (very, very) afraid. Mokuba paused before answering this time.

"Well, no…" He admitted. Tèa relaxed somewhat, remembering that Mokuba sometimes jumped to conclusions.

"You know, Mokuba, you really shouldn't say things like that unless you're sure." Mokuba nodded in agreement.

"But he does have a crush on someone…" When Jou heard this he seriously could feel his heart do this weird flip-flop thing. He mumbled some excuse about having to get a book from his locker and walked inside the school, hoping for some time to sort out his muddled brain.

Could this crush Mokuba was talking about be – dare he say it – him? It sounded like a ridiculous idea but then he was the only one that Seto had made out with recently. Well, that he knew of. Jou shivered. Creepy idea, imagining Seto making out with anyone. Seriously, just picture of Seto kissing someone like…. Yugi, perhaps. Jou frowned, definitely deciding that it was probably safer not to imagine Seto kissing anyone. At least, anyone except himself.

But, seriously, could Seto actually like him? Not just like kissing him, but actually like him? Jou still didn't know what he wanted, hell he wasn't even close, but he had a feeling – albeit a small feeling – that what he wanted had something to do with Seto.

And perhaps it was fate trying to encourage Jou in the right direction that they both happened to run into each other on this beautiful morning. Or, perhaps, they were running into each other purposely, although – if this were true – neither of the boys would want to think about what it implied.

Today Seto wasn't in the mood for any random make-out session though. Already, because of Jou, he hadn't gotten enough sleep and had been thoroughly embarrassed by his little brother. He wasn't in the mood for much.

"Get out of my way and stay out of my dreams, Jou." He growled before swiftly leaving, not giving time for Jou to respond.

Jou just sat on the floor, wondering which to be more puzzled by – the fact that Seto had called him by his name or that Seto was dreaming about him?


A/N: Yes, I know the whole dream thing is so cliché. I know – I'm horrible. Forgive me? Please? And is it just me or are they totally out of character and is this story suddenly becoming a humor fic? Wow, this chapter is so weird. I don't know what happened. Perhaps I'm going insane...

Thank you for reading.