Akio the Dragon Master- Well, this is a teensy spoiler, but you see, Yami did this to somebody's married mother, to the mother's face. While the daughter was present. And while Yugi's mother was standing next to him. And Yami's eyes were sparkling. You know, like a shoujo-flirt. Odd, to say the least.

Inside the Motou household, Yami was very content. Yugi had made up with Tea like they had planned. Yami smirked to himself. His friends had seemed downright shocked by his smaller half's hyper behavior; little did they know Yugi had lived off of sugar and kisses in Egypt. And koshari. Mm, koshari… A/N: Koshari is like a mixture of vegetables, and sometimes pasta. It's really popular in Egypt, and according to what Kazuki says, it's Malik's favorite food. Therefore, it's safe to assume that it's vegetarian food.

It was a bit later when Yugi came home, flanked by his two best friends in the world, Tristan and Joey. Tristan and Joey had finally gotten into their merry routine of duncery, and were acting like their normal selves again, juggling broccoli and singing 'Love Shack'. Tea came in behind them, her eyes combing the room over. Yami started on his way upstairs, since he was grounded, but Yugi stopped him.

"Hey, did Aaliyah call?" Yugi asked.

"Nope!" Yami said, before charging up the stairs. If Tea talked to him, she'd never stop chatting, and then he'd get in trouble with Yugi's mom… and her ladle.

The ladle. Gods, how he never wanted to hear that word again. In fact, sometimes in private, Yugi and he would use the word ladle as a substitute for bad thing, zombie, or Michael Jackson. Simultaneously, as in 'Wouldn't it be a ladle if ladle became a ladle?'

"Who's Aaliyah?" Joey asked, sounding confused. Yami stopped, and slowly tiptoed back downstairs; getting in trouble with the ladle was a small price to pay for seeing the look on his friends' faces.

"My girlfriend," Yugi said simply.

Yami smirked, peeking around the corner. And there it was. All three of them looked like their jaws were made of elastic, the way they were stretching to the ground. Then, Tristan shut his mouth and started twitching rather irrationally. It seemed everybody had better luck with girls that he did.

"Gee," Yami murmured, "I wonder why Tristan…"

"Grandpa!" Yugi cried out. "I'm home!"

The stout figure appeared almost at once. "Welcome back!" he called, waving to his friends as if he was a video game character. Yami snorted. Solomon looked at him warningly.

"She's not home, yet, Yami, she went to go and buy some groceries. But she will be soon…"

"Alright, I'll go up to my room just in case." Yami bowed respectfully before heading up the stairs.

"You have a girlfriend, Yugi?" Joey asked again. Yugi sweat dropped.

"No, I lied."

"Oh, okay then."

"Gu---Grr, Joey you stupid!" Yugi growled at him. "I was joking!"

"About having a girlfriend?" Joey asked stupidly.

"NO! About not having one!"

"What's she look like?"

Yugi rolled his eyes. "I can show you a picture…"

"Never mind that!" Solomon interrupted, waving his hands around in the air. "No loitering in the game shop, Yugi! You know that! Now, Joey, Tea, Tristan," he looked at each of them in turn, "buy something or you'll find yourselves kicked out."

The four grumbled and left the shop. "Sorry, guys," Yugi apologized, "I guess I'll have to wait until tomorrow to show you Aaliyah's picture."

"Yeah," Tristan joked, "if this 'Aaliyah' exists!"

Yugi snapped at him something that shouldn't have been said. His grandpa then grounded him, and sent the others away.

"It was for a good cause, Yami!" he argued as he stormed up the stairs. Yami just laughed at him.

Miho's cheeks were extraordinarily rosey. Holding a frothy, frozen coffee, the blue-haired girl was shyer than she had been all day. Kaiba was blowing gently on his coffee cup.

The walls of the coffee shop, called Genki wo Kudaseru, were decorated with quaint, floral wallpaper. The smell of brewing coffee tickled their noses. Both of them were unnecessarily quiet.

"So… um…" Miho frowned. "I have no idea what to say."

Kaiba nodded. "Don't you hate situations like that?"

"Yeah," Miho admitted. She took a sip of her drink.

"Are you taking the finals next week?" Kaiba asked.

"Don't we have to?"

"Some people got exempt."

"Were you?" she asked. Kaiba nodded.

"I'm taking it anyway, though, because it'll give me an even better grade."

"Cool."

"Yeah… I guess so."

Miho blushed. This was so awkward… but she was still enjoying it. She had nothing to say… and for once, she was enjoying the silence.

KEEEEEEEEERAAAASH!

Miho and Seto's eyes enlarged to about a thousand times their normal size, usurping their entire bodies. Broken glass shards were everywhere, littering the wood-paneled floor. The sunlight flew in through the door-sized hole in the window, causing the shards to sparkle and blind small children.

Standing anti-heroically in the wake of the parting dust was a woman.

She had a frizzy mop of perpetually curly orange-red hair, and was about the same height as Kaiba himself.

In her left hand, balanced against her hip, was a ladle.

"YOU'LL PAY FOR CLOSING DOWN THE CHIROPRACTIC OFFICE!" she screamed. Seto's eyes swiveled towards the counter, where the skinny manager and his equally pencil-thin granddaughter were having heart attacks.

Now, you see, the problem with this woman was that her favorite Chiropractic Office had used to be situated right here, where Genki wo Kudaseru now stands. In the future, I must make sure not to jump to tense to tense like this.

As suddenly as she had shown up, the woman disappeared. In her place where two well-known, unloved characters.

"Prepare for trouble!"

"And make it double!"

"Wrong anime," a man pointed out curtly. Meowth hissed and scratched him across the face.

…Ok, so it wasn't really the two incompetent thieves and their obnoxious talking Pok'emon. Instead, it was really just three Cosplayers. But they leapt in, grabbed Kaiba's coffee, and giggled. 'James' slapped 'Jesse's' butt and ran off with the two fellow cosplayers close behind.

Miho and Kaiba just gaped after them.

Kaiba rolled up his sleeves. "Oh no they did not," he murmured heatedly to himself. "Those costumed buggers did not just steal my coffee."

"I think they just did," Miho sniggered. Suddenly Kaiba's cell phone went off. How We Do blasted from it. Miho's eyes nearly bugged out.

"This is Kaiba," Seto said after he had flicked open the phone with practiced ease. Suddenly turning an embarrassed shade of rouge, he turned to Miho and bowed in apology. 'I have to go,' he mouthed. 'See ya.'

Miho sweat dropped. Caffeine addict, she thought distastefully. "Sure, Kaiba, go right on ahead."

"Thank you." Kaiba walked off.

Miho sighed. "Ah, well. I knew it was too good to be true."

Kaiba hated walking out on Miho like that, but he really did have a meeting to go to. Since Mokuba's school didn't have a half-day, he figured he would go hang out there until his younger brother's limo came to pick him up and take him to work. Besides, then he could embarrass Mokuba by being there.

He found Mokuba watching cheerleaders.

"o.O Mokuba?"

Mokuba turned. "Hi Seto!" He waved to his big brother, even though he was a total of five feet away from him. "What brings you here?"

"Those bozos broke our mainstream computer again, Mokuba," Kaiba told him, sighing sadly. "I have to get there right away."

"Sucks."

"Don't use that kind of language, Mokuba."

"Sorry, Seto."

"So did you ask her out?" Mokuba asked. Seto was searching through his pockets for his Palm Pilot.

"Ask who out?" he asked absent-mindedly.

"That girl. The one that likes you."

"Oh… yeah. I just came from the coffee shop. I was over there with her."

Mokuba shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Does she work there?"

"No…"

"So you asked her out?"

Seto specifically turned his head away, acting as if he was looking towards the street impatiently. "Yes."

" Aw, so cute," said Mokuba. "Hey Seto!"

"Yeah?" Seto turned his head around. Mokuba smirked when he saw that his big brother was still blushing.

"You see that girl over there?" Mokuba pointed at one of the cheerleaders.

"…Yes…"

"That one's my girlfriend." Mokuba beamed.

"Oh. Well when did you become all high and mighty? And who said you could have a girlfriend?" Seto reached over to ruffle Mokuba's hair; he hated that, and it would embarrass him to have messy hair in case his girlfriend came over. In his owns subtle way, it was Seto's way at a pointless revenge.

"Well, you didn't say that I couldn't have a girlfriend…" Mokuba said, scuffing the toe of his shoe against the ground, and then hopping back to narrowly avoid Seto's hand.

"Good point."

The girl that Mokuba had pointed out stopped for a moment. Turning to see Mokuba, she beamed and waved. Mokuba waved back. Seto rolled his eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me, Seto. You're not accustomed to it. They might fall out!"

Seto rolled his eyes again. "Hey, there's the limo."

"Why, yes, big brother, it is! I am so glad that you know you're cars. Now, can you tell me which one is the BMW again?"

Seto rolled his eyes a third time. Mokuba had been teasing him a lot lately, and even though Seto Kaiba could not stand to be teased, he put up with it for the sake of being a good role model to Mokuba.

Mokuba waved to his girlfriend once more before starting off in the direction of the limo.

I LIKE the end of this chapter. It makes Seto seem like a total loser, huh? But, if you like Seto, don't worry… The whole story won't be like this… :)

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