Title: My Blue Eyes
Rating: R Please don't continue reading this if you're not mature enough! I mean, if you read the rest of them then I would think that you are because this chapters not really as bad as a few of the others, but please go back if you don't like YAOI. Okay?
Pairings: Same as the others. Y/YY, B/R, Y/YY/S, R/B, R/J. Last time I'm
going to do the pairings, I think you guys all get it now.
Disclaimer: Yea, I'm not going to make up something super witty or smart this time, I simply don't own anything in this story. Not the characters, not anything else that I used. I think everyone must know this already, but hey what the hell, I'll say it again. I don't own anything in this story.
Notes: This chapter was difficult to write, sorry for the wait, I had to change this around a lot from what I had originally. Next chapter will be better. Oh yea… I hate school. It sucks ass really, really bad. (Damn everyone who is still on break!)
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Seto Kaiba.
One of the world's top businessmen and Domino's city's current most eligible bachelor, was used to turning heads wherever he went.
Young girls, flirty teens, married housewives, even a few men seemed to have their attention snapped away in Seto Kaiba's presence. When he held meetings, all were focused on his dangerously low voice and demanding icy blue eyes. Eyes that had made many grown men cower at the wake of his gaze.
Kaiba had grown accustom to these passing looks and had come to ignore them at most. He was indifferent to the views others held of him. Why would he care? These people's opinions of him mattered to know one. He was used to them, and could care less
But today…
Today was different. Never had these admiring glances and unintentional stares been followed by curious whispers. Maybe on occasion an admiring remark, or some rambling excuse trying to explain why they were staring would follow, but Kaiba had always ignored them. However, today, as soon as he had left the company of a Mr. Yugi Mutou, people seemed unable to restrain themselves from watching him pass and mumbling amongst their small groups when they thought he was out of ears span.
He heard the ramblings of people enquiring with each other about the state of his appearance and for the first time sense he could remember, these people's words had made him self-conscious. Enough so that he had even taken the time to go and wash himself up in the small bathroom of Domino Hospital.
He had fought a valiant battle with his hair, but it remained in its untidy, disheveled look, and his shirt was unfortunately not going to be worn anytime soon. The silk material would spread open and revile peaces of his tanned skin as he moved his arms around. Hardly holding the appearance of the highly respected, widely feared businessman, Seto Kaiba.
The awkward situation that he had run into with his small crush's friends had left his mind distracted enough to make his way to his limo without losing control and yelling at the people whose' whispers followed him the whole way to the entrance of the building. After carefully explaining to the driver that his appearance was none of his business and that if he valued his job he would drive him to Kaiba Corp without another word, he arrived quickly to his destination.
Kaiba Corp was the industrial head of Kaiba industries and was also the location where Seto Kaiba was currently faced with even more of the annoyingly curious looks.
He cursed him self as soon as he entered the building for not having the common sense to stop and bye a change of clothes. The moment he had walked through the large industrialized doors, half the movement in the room came to a halt. Being used to this sort of fear form his employees; he regained his important swagger and made his way to the center of the ground floor.
Noticing that as he passed groups of people, hushed at every person in whispers broke out from people behind desks and pairs of people passing each other in the halls, he fought the almost irresistible urge to pat down his hair and straighten his shirt. He recomposed himself by lifting his chin slightly and glaring at the next pair of people he walked by. The both shuddered at his intense stare and froze from where they were standing mid stride. As soon as he had taken a few more steps he heard them to begin to whisper excitedly to each other.
Clenching his teeth he halted abruptly.
The whispers that had been following him instantly were silenced. Turning around slowly, he took in a deep breath. Taking his time to glance around the entire room he narrowed his eyes.
"Do you bunch of imbeciles have a severe problem?!? Do you honestly think I am paying you to stand there and gawk at me? Get back to work! And if I hear one word being spoken I will personally have every employee in this room fired!"
He stormed out of the receptions office and made his way as quickly as possible to the collection of elevators in the center of the facility. Approaching his own, he immediately screamed out a string of profanities, causing the people passing to give him even more funny looks.
Today of all days, he had ordered for a new couch and flooring in his elevator, he had decided that wood flooring was to replace the carpeting after the incident last week. Closing his eyes and rubbing his temples a bit to hard, he took in a deep breath to calm himself for what he was about to do.
'Okay, it's not that bad. Just don't look at any of them.'
Taking another deep breath, he looked around the room, a few heads snapped away in the act of being caught staring at their younger boss, making Kaiba growl at the thought of more people noticing his unusual imperfect appearance. He took in his surroundings and moved himself over to the least crowed looking elevator. He stood still and stared straight in front of him and by the time the elevator doors had opened, the three people that had been waiting before him had left to find a different way to get to where they were headed.
Suppressing a grin at the amount of fear he could cause in people three times his age, he pushed the forty-three button, and began to tap his foot impatiently.
He had a few spar pairs of clothes that he had kept in his office from a time where he was a bit younger and some of his more intelligent secretaries had looked rather nice and had been more then willing to fool around with the prestigious young teen.
Thinking back on how stupid he had been just a year ago he closed his eyes and rested his head against the back of the moving elevator. He snapped his eyes open as the elevator halted. He couldn't have already made it to the top. Glancing at the panel above the door, he noted that he was on the tenth floor.
'Oh shit.'
Being so used to having his own private elevator he forgot how many stops the God damned machines made. The doors opened, and a smug looking blonde man walked in with his arms filled with folders. He smiled warmly at Kaiba and looked at the buttons on the wall.
"Twenty seven if you wouldn't mind."
Kaiba sighed to himself. Obviously this man didn't know who he was or he would not have eagerly walked anywhere near his presence. Deciding that it didn't make difference whether or not this person rode with him, so he pushed the correct button and leaned back against the wall behind him.
"Thanks man."
The carefree man that had just entered looked Kaiba over. He took in his disheveled appearance, the exceptional wildness of his hair, and the lack of proper clothes that would normally be present for a normal day in the office. An evil smirk adorned his face and his knowing eyes shown brightly.
"Soooo what have you been up to?" He said as he gave Kaiba a playful jab in the side. "Being a little two friendly with your secretary I can see."
The man smile was so wide it looked ready to split his face in two. Kaiba was on the verge of doing two very different things, raised a single eyebrow. He was debating on either telling the boy that yes, he had quite an interesting time with someone earlier, or yell at him for talking about such things in public, basically firing the man just for being friendly.
Deciding that he had threatened enough people for today, he allowed himself to give a small smirk, giving the blonde man to the excuse to laugh.
"Ha! Yea you can tell! You better not let that Kaiba guy see you; I just saw my secretary just bust in her office on the verge of tears talking about that guy. I think I'm gonna have to go comfort her after I drop these off if you know what I mean."
He gave Kaiba a wink and Kaiba shot him an amused look in return.
"Really now? You seem to be doing quite well here."
"Yep, and I just started working here too, I think I'm doing alright. Fresh out of collage. Always wanted to work here from the first time I visited this place on a field trip when I was like in the seventh grade."
The elevator stopped again on the twenty-second floor and both men turned their attention to the door. Kaiba let out a low groan of frustration. This was going to take forever. As both steel doors slid open, the blonde boy moved across the small area to allow the people waiting better access in. When the doors were wide open, about four people were just looking at Kaiba with apprehensive faces and making no move to join the two young men in the elevator.
"Well come on in, we're not going to bite you or anything!"
Kaiba turned to see his little blonde employee looking confused as group of people who were eying his new buddy with a fearful looks on their faces and ignoring his invitation to hurry up and join them in the elevator.
Kaiba pushed the door close button and the door slid shut blocking the people's bewildered faces from their view.
"Well that was wired! I guess some of the people aren't as friendly as the rest of us lot. Imagine, two people being crowed. Everyone in the whole Goddamn building is so paranoid. I swear. Ever sense I started working here, people have been looking behind their shoulder for that kid that owns the place. I'm Jim by the way." He looked down and frowned as he noticed that the load in his arms was enabling him to shake hands with his new friend.
Kaiba nodded. "Seto."
The door came to a stop once a gain on the twenty-fifth floor.
"Well this here's my stop! I guess I'll see ya around sometime Seto. Have fun with your little secretary. I know I will." He gave Kaiba a wink and exited the elevator after giving a short bark of laughter, he ran into another bewildered looking employee who was just gawking openly at Jim for having just called Seto Kaiba by his first name.
The doors closed again and Kaiba reached to tap the button on the collar of his shirt. Remembering the condition of his clothes, he made a mental note to look up all new employees with the name of Jim.
Going though a few more similar situations where the door would open and people would just stare at him as he pushed the close door button, he finally made his way to the forty-third floor.
Ignoring the stares he continued to get as he passed people he made his way to his secretaries desk.
"Kaiba! Where have you been! What happened to your clothes! I have been worried sick about you. That meeting with Mr. Mutou was only anticipated to last for at most one hour. You have a meeting in. . ."
Kaiba lifted a hand and cut off the annoyed and upsetting voice of his overly motherly secretary.
"Shut up woman! You are NOT my mother. Hold my calls and be lucky I don't fire you for your tone of voice."
The old woman huffed and sat in her chair mumbling about snotty teenage kids nowadays. Kaiba hated to admit it but she was better then any of the rest of his ditsy secretaries. On the occasion (rare occasion) that he had a smart secretary, they had stuck around for a while until it got to their head and had made advances on the handsome billionaire. Hopefully he wouldn't have any problems like that with this one. He had learned a lot about exactly how far people would go to get a piece of him.
Making his way to his office he opened one of the heavy doors and made his way over to his desk. Picking up the papers in his in-box and switching his intercom to mute, he made his way to the side of the room as he glanced through the papers he was holding to the area in the back where he kept a rather large dresser in which he kept a spare trench coat and a few extra outfits.
After his calm blue eyes finished taking in the reviews of the latest test run of his duel disk that laid on top, he set the stack of papers down above the dresser and slipped off his black dress shoes and black pants. Picking out a pair of light sanded gray slacks, he removed them from the hanger and placed both feet through. The silky fabric slipped smoothly over his thighs and rested rather tightly on his hips just below the navel.
What? He hadn't had an affair with anyone in the building for over a year!
Slipping off the black belt around the abandoned pants and looped it through his new pair, he mumbled something about people minding their own business for once and not asking him any more questions on his appearance. He wrapped the belt smugly around his hips and cursed as he bent down and tied his shoes. After sliding his hands down the cool fabric of his new slacks making sure everything was in order, he looked over the collection of expensive shirts he clicked his tongue as he selected a one made from a very fine black satin that was rested innocently on a hanger.
Tugging it off, he threw it over his arm and picked up the papers that he had laid above the dresser. Scanning it quickly he realized it was a full profile on the new company that he had been allowing the chairpersons to negotiate with for the past month.
Unbuttoning the few remaining buttons and pulling off the ruined blue shirt, he shoved it in the trashcan under his desk and slipped both arms in the black one as he continued to read the paper as he slunk down into the leather chair behind him.
Apparently this business had been going through some major changes. The past president and founder of the company had just passed away not a few months ago and had left the business to his twin grandchildren. Both had been called teenage prodigies for a good portion of their lives, and had just recently come back to the area. They had both been accepted to a prestigious collage in the states, and it has been rumoring in the business community that the two have very unique bargaining strategies. Over the last few weeks, three of Kaiba's top competitors had already been signed onto or had been bought by these two new rivals. His company had of course been one of the tops on their list, but Kaiba had the mind to deal with them after he learned more about the two.
Buttoning the cuff of his left sleeve he turned the page. Mr. Hylson Senior had started this company shortly after Kaiba Corp. had been established. It had a good deal of business and had kept out of Kaiba Corps way being that it held contracts with other small companies and had been left out of the larger market for some time. But of coarse, with a change in management, means changes all around, and that was no different for this group.
The two young people had already made an impressive leap into the larger economy, the land of Seto Kaiba, and most importantly, they did not yet know that in this land… Seto Kaiba was king.
Buttoning his right sleeve, he turned the page, anticipating more news on the Hylson business, but instead finding another report on his newest test run with some prototype that was still being worked on in his lab. Interesting enough, the little bit of information he had on the pair of industrial duos was not enough for Kaiba to feel very good about his position.
Making a mental note to look more into this pair as he stood up and looked out the vast window that made up a good portion of his office. He flipped back and continued to read in more depth on the new development of this 'Hylson' Corporation as he leaned on the glass wall. As he finished he unconsciously glanced up and looked around the town for the city's hospital.
With a sigh he threw the papers back on his desk, not noticing the flashing red button on his phone. He reached up and ruffled his already messy hair causing his unbuttoned shirt to announce itself with a healthy amount of skin just as the door to his office opened.
"…Not aloud in there! That is Mr. Kaiba personal office, you are breaching…"
"Please! Leave me be, I am perfectly capable of dealing with your employer... "
A young brunette haired woman had crossed into the black velvet carpet room that separated the rest of the building from Kaiba's dwelling. Her bright bottle green eyes instantly homed in on Kaiba who was in a rather un-businesslike stance, making her sentence trailed off.
One of Kaiba's hands was halfway ran threw his think brown hair, liquid looking black shirt wide open reveling the taunt skin that covered the whole of his body. Her eyes flashed delightedly as she took in his position.
"Mmm, Mr. Kaiba. I think you've been expecting me."
Kaiba let both hands drop to his side and looked past the stunningly attractive woman that had just walked into his office. Giving an ice-cold glare in the direction of his secretary who had not yet dared to cross onto the black carpet, he tilted his head impatiently and waited for her to explain what was going on.
"So sorry Mr. Kaiba, I tied to keep her out but we've been buzzing you for over ten minuets. I tired to tell you on your way in but…"
Cutting her off, Kaiba gave a wave of his hand and clenched his eyes.
"Perhaps you forgot me telling you to hold my calls? I'm sure that was the only thing I said to you upon entering my office today. Obviously that didn't mean just send in whoever feels the need to see me!"
Said brunette wrinkled her nose in distaste at being addressed so un-tastefully. The amused expression she had been wearing as she eyed Kaiba over was replaced instantly with one of a significant need to show her importance.
"No! Mr. Kaiba! I swear I didn't tell her to come to your office! She insisted on seeing you, I told her how busy you were but she…."
"That's enough." Kaiba motioned for her to leave the room.
Putting on a fake pout the woman intruder tilted her head sweetly over to the side.
"Is that what I am to you Kaiba? A person who feels the need to see you? Maybe we can change that around a bit."
She took a step closer to Kaiba, her eyes glued to the impossibly thin trail of hair that led from his navel to a place unseen due to his tight gray trousers. Growing annoyed at the situation, Kaiba looked down at the state of his clothes.
"If you'll excuse me Ms…"
"Hylson."
Kaiba winced.
'Shit.' Regaining whatever discipline and poise the day had left him with, he gave her an obviously fake smile.
"Ahh, Ms. Hylson, I was not expecting any one this afternoon as you can tell by my appearance." His voice instantly switched to one of his more serious business tones as he took in the importance of the woman standing before him in his office. He reached out a hand after he had gestured at his open shirt, showing her what he meant and tried to ignore the fact that she was already looking there.
He was too busy cursing himself mentally, to hear her apology for intruding on his privacy. He was just thanking whatever deity out there he had not kicked this woman out of the room like his first impulses had been screaming at him to do. Trying to find a way out of this uncomfortable situation, he realized just how bad this situation was. His whole intimidation strategy had just been washed away, instead of having the first impression that would have held respect for him and his company, he had just allowed half of the ownership of the company's fist impression of him to be one with him standing half naked looking out the window in his overly eccentric office.
Today was not his day.
Well, for the most part anyways.
He couldn't suppress a small grin at the memories that had gone on in the small hospital room not more then a few hours ago.
Letting a sigh escape him, he snapping back to the woman in front of him and was not amused to see that she seemed to be moving in closer his desk, her gaze was running over his tight gray pants and his even more reveling shirt. At the rate at which he was cursing at himself, he was sure to be one of the first in line to enter hell.
He set his intimidating blue gaze towards her green one, and drew her attention back to his face as he reached down to finish putting on his shirt.
"Would you perhaps like to continue this…meeting some other time? I'm finding myself in a compromising position. Apparently my secretary and myself had a rather unfortunate misunderstanding."
Ms. Hylson gave Kaiba a delicate smile before taking a quick glance at his chest before he finished buttoning the bottom half of his shirt.
"Oh it's alright Kaiba. You can call me Hana; I just wanted to set a proper meeting with you. None of this conference room nonsense, I do hate it when half the old men on my board are criticizing my brother and I. We prefer the old fashion way."
Kaiba restrained himself from rolling his eyes as he tilted his head up to try and finish the annoying button on his collar that did not seem to want to close. He gave his attention back to her by raising an eyebrow.
"The old fashion way?"
Hana smiled, her bottle green eyes scrunched up as she did this and made her look more attractive. Kaiba had to restrain form gagging as she smiled with a hint of suggestiveness in his direction and made her way closer to where he was currently standing. Reaching up to his collar, she brushed his hands away and began the act of trying to fasten the button in the hole. She moved lips so they were almost nuzzling his ear.
"We tend to like a more personal method of getting to know out partners."
The whisper and tone of her voice was not foreign to Kaiba and he had developed expression that could only be called seriously pissed off. His eyes sharpened and fists clenched tightly at his sides and he gritted his teeth at the undignified advances the Hylson heir was displaying towards him.
Honestly, what businesswoman hadn't yet tried to seduce the sixteen-year-old? They all seem to think that they could just have sex with him and then he would just hand his company over. They just wouldn't learn. He suppressed a growl and glared at a nearby filing cabinet.
The debate in his head was raging between sending this woman out of his office and ruining all chances of ever taking over such a valuable company. Taking this road though, he would also have to explain to five people who would love to have an excuse to remove him from his position, that he had let his personal feelings get in the way or such a valuable conquest, or he could grit his teeth and pretend to be oblivious to her advances. He resisted the urge to push the woman off of him and clenched his eyes while taking a deep breath.
"A more personal method. That is an unusual request." His voice was cold and Hana seemed to realize that her closeness was not taking the effect that she had hoped for.
Taking a step back after the button was fastened in place in his shirt, she saw the fake smile Kaiba had been giving her sense her arrival, had been replaced with a look of not-so-well-hidden revolution, causing her to bite her lip.
This was certainly unexpected. How could a hormone craved sixteen year old boy refuse her advances, while men thee times his age had committed adultery in order to receive her attentions?
Deciding that he was obviously too young to understand yet what she was offering him, she regained her temptress act and scooted her way behind his desk and sat rather comfortably in Kaiba's leather chair. She raised both pointy tipped pumps to the desk and, allowed her eyes to flutter closed in what was meant to be an alluring manner. The mid-length pinstriped skirt she had been wearing, hiked as she crossed her ankles delicately showing a great deal of skin that Kaiba could have lived happily not seeing.
"Let me show you." She motioned for the blue-eyed CEO of KaibaCorp to come to her with her index finger.
Needless to say, Kaiba did not move.
The only thought of this 'Hana' woman's behavior that were really bothering him was that he should be a little more eager to take what she was offering him. He was hoping that he was just too personally insulted to see that he had an almost sinfully beautiful woman waiting for him to make a move on her, because the only other possible explanation for his lack of response was that he was suddenly much gayer the he had originally suspected.
Perhaps the fact that this woman was whoring herself away in a vain attempt to take over his company was another reason for his un-attraction towards her, but whatever it was, any resolve he had left that was allowing him to keep his temper slowly melted away as the woman in sat in HIS chair and absentmindedly straighten the pile of papers that contained her company's profile that been already stacked perfectly on his desk All while continuing her eye contact with the handsome billionaire. Kaiba gave her one look of utter resentment.
"What exactly do you have in mind for this 'personal meeting'? Your intrusion into my privacy has already left me in a compromising position, and I do not have all day to play games with you. You have already discredited yourself by making comical advances towards me in some futile attempt to what? Seduce me out of my company?!? I certainly hope that this is not any way related to these 'Personal methods' that you have been recruiting so many of my fellow companies, because if this is the case it will be a great accomplishment to me while I siege your company."
Kaiba said all that in a small amount of time. He took in a deep breath and put on a small smile as he regained his infamous stance and emotionless face.
" I do look forward to having a proper meeting with you, in whichever manner you request, but do not get me wrong. I do not loose and am not someone that can be persuaded easily."
With that, he made a motion for Mrs. Hylson to the door.
"I do hope that my refusal to your advances doesn't stop the negotiations we have going with the Hylson Corporation. I would hate to have to explain exactly why I ruined KaibaCorp's plans with HylCo to the five most exasperatingly meddlesome men in the world."
Hana Hylson just sat there. She looked at him with a look of deep thought written evidently on her face. The confusion in her eyes was almost funny as Kaiba watched the supposed prodigy absorbed all of what he had just said. After a few more moments of non-expectance had passed, an unsettling grin spread over her lips causing Kaiba to dislike her even more if it was possible.
" Yes… our negotiations."
She took her time from lifting herself rise from the warm leather chair the sound of it sticking to her thighs made Kaiba shiver in annoyance. But the unnerving grin was still plastered on her face and as she passed him, she gave a knowing smirk, and just prior to reaching for the elegantly designed door handle, she turned and gave him a final look.
"Perhaps you and my brother will get along better." With that she gave him a sly smirk that reviled that she thought she had figured out some clever secret. It instantly vanished when she struggled to open the heavy doors and they refused to move even with her strained effort. After she finally opened the elite door and made her exit from his office, Kaiba let out a snort of amusement to follow her out into the hall.
Turning to his desk, he allowed his body to sink into the chair. The warmth that was still present from Hana Hylson's previous station in it made him wrinkle his noise in slight revulsion. He took the papers on her family company and reread them taking amusement on the fact that he now understood what was meant by the new owners 'very unique bargaining strategies.' Shaking his head at the revolution that his problems with the Hylson Corporation were just beginning, he opened his laptop and plugged it into the outlet on his desk and set to work.
He reviewed the progress with his new dueling systems. One was very near complete and his newest prototype was coming along quite nicely as well. Apparently the stocks in his business had increased greatly ever sense the announcement of a duel monsters tournament that would be taking place hosted by Industrial Illusions. He was very pleased with himself, KaibaCorp had not had this much demand even from back when his step-father had control, that alone made him forget about his rather negative meeting with the Hylson heir.
After a short and to the point 'meeting' with his secretary where he decided to keep her around anyways, (needless to say she almost passed out from shock,) and a few vigorous telephone calls to his chairmen where he had to threatening to send them all away, he slumped back in his chair and pressed his fingers against his temples. He swirled in his chair to overlook his city, and the sight of it caused the slight hints of a headache to leave his mind.
The few things that were able to relax him seemed to be decreasing regularly now. Duel monsters was no longer that much of an interest to him, he had already beaten everyone who had dared to challenge him, Mokuba was becoming overwhelmingly popular with his middle school friends and his job rarely seemed to satisfy his needs to be comforted. As he overlooked the simple city of Domino, where his multibillion dollar company stood proud and tall over the neighboring small businesses, he did feel a strong sense of pride and a powerful feeling of control over the world. He sighed and let his body lay lax against the comforting leather. Not that he would admit it, but the smell of leather was another one of the few comforts he found in his complicated life. He allowed his eyelashes to rest against his cheeks as his mind began slow down and relax after a rather busy day.
A small twitch of his lips was the only outward sign on what had decided to pop into the elder Kaiba's head.
Flashes of a panting boy that had rested under him this afternoon flew to his mind. The teasingly sweat kisses and the exotically arousing strokes of the violet-eyed boy's tongue that had played with his mouth earlier caused Kaiba's breath to hitch. He could almost feel the light tentative caresses against his warming skin and shivered as he remembered them became less gentle and more desperate. He bit his lip at the vividness of his imagination as it caused him to feel the soft hands reaching out and touching him through his shirt. As he remembered the swift changes of having the heavenly sweet taste of him one second, and then having it change most strangely to a spicy and passionate the next had derived his self-control to an almost obsolete factor.
He recalled the feel of having his hands stroke up the back of the adorable boy's legs and then traveling upwards to the boy's thighs as the heavenly sweet voice gifted him with the softest, most heavenly sweet moan and an even gentler purr. The feel of his hands caressing the boy's tight skin sent Kaiba's pulse racing.
He snapped open his eyes as he realized what he was doing. Looking down at his lap, he frowned at his lack of self-control once again. Glancing at his clock, Kaiba kicked himself around so he was facing his desk again and packed the Hylson notes and a few blueprints on his latest prototype and shoved them neatly in his briefcase along with his ever-faithful laptop. He noticed that his discomfort was not going to go away easily and brought back the memory of Ms. Hylson.
Nothing happened.
Mr. Hylson hitting on his secretary.
Okay. Problem solved.
He picked up his briefcase and was about to leave as he spotted the discarded silk blue shirt that lay in his trash. He stared at it for a full minute then grumbled something to him self about how he couldn't bring himself to waist such a fine piece of material, it had nothing to do with the underlying meaning that had of course brought forth the shirts destruction. As he picked it up he couldn't help but bring it to his face and inhale.
His own musky sent filled his nostrils, but another almost unrecognizable sent was still present. He held it to his face breathing though it until he realized again the foolishness of his actions, and labeled the sent to the smell of a dirty hospital. Tucking the silky blue material in the corner of his briefcase, he made his way hastily out of his office, relieved that stray eyes were not following his every move.
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Yugi popped down into the couch in his living room with a soft rustle. After dropping Jou off at his dad's apartment, him and his grandpa had returned to the game shop. The pain in his chest was gone, and except for a few well‑hidden bruises, all evidence of his almost weeklong visit to the hospital was gone. He relaxed into the soft cushions and grabbed a pillow and placed it under his arm to get more comfortable.
Once set, he closed his eyes ready to pass out in his position, but crashes coaxed him from his rest. Letting his body become fully awake again, Yugi growled unconsciously at the basement for making such a racket. A glimpse of Solomon's gray hair climbing up the stairs answered who exactly was making all that noise.
Solomon was carrying a box far too large for him to be handling alone. Yugi quickly rose from his seat to help automatically, fatigue forgotten immediately.
"What's in the box Grandpa? Why are you putting all of this in the car?" Yugi asked once he had help in placing the monstrous box in the back of Solomon's car next to a few suitcases that he was sure hadn't been used for decades. He rubbed his hands together to get rid of the numb feeling that had replaced them from the box's sides that had been cutting off any circulation to his fingers.
"Ah yes, Yugi, I forgot! With you being away for so long I forgot to mention to you my plans!"
Yugi felt the tingling sensation coming back in his hands and looked back up to his Grandpa waiting for him to continue.
"What plans Grandpa? "Yugi asked as Solomon placed on arm around Yugi's shoulders and led him back to the shop.
"I'm going to be attending a duel monster's conference in America, I don't really know how long I'll be gone yet though Yugi. I didn't think I needed to arrange anyone to baby-sit you considering that you're a big teenager now." Solomon rubbed his hand playfully in Yugi's hair as he released the boy from his grasp and headed upstairs to his room.
"Grandpa!" Yugi sing‑songed back like a six year old. He patted his hair back down to the already rustled form it had been from this evening's previous events and glared at the tiny man bouncing up the stairs. He made himself comfortable back on the couch and sunk into the deepness of the cushions once again.
When Solomon rushed back down again with a small bag labeled with peace stickers and anti‑war antics, Yugi rolled his eyes. He knew grandpa had only spend a small amount of time in America in the sixties, but whenever someone would bring up the country he would always have millions of stories to tell about the strange people that lived there and his "Amazing" cross‑county adventures on which he had met Yugi's grandmother. But America wasn't somewhere that Yugi had thought would hold an international duel monster's conference.
"Why is it in America Grandpa?" Yugi asked lazily just for the sake of conversation.
"To promote the game there of coarse. They're trying to find a way to make kids there interested so that they can begin to sell the cards. The main proposal so far is a television show, but so far no one knows what it should be about. So we're just going to get together and brainstorm for ideas."
"Sounds fun! Well good luck, I suppose." He said, as he picked up the millennium puzzle in his hands. He began to finger it lightly, running his fingers over the groves and curves he had already memorized.
"Just don't let them make it something like Pokemon where all the duel monsters come to life and play with some stupid looking cartoon that runs around with his friends all day trying to save the world from who knows what. We have enough of those. It has to be cool Grandpa, don't you dare make it cute and fluffy." Yugi finished exhaustedly; he had said all that in one big breath. (2)
Solomon laughed. "Don't worry Yugi! I don't have any clue on how I want to do this. But I promise I won't let it be cute OR fluffy."
He laughed again at Yugi's expression.
"What?!? I said I WON"T!"
"You better not." Yugi grumbled, the faint hint of a smile coming to his lips. He stuck out his tongue before the full smile came around. He continued stroking the puzzle in his hands. Solomon noticed this and smiled.
"I still can't believe you finished that thing. I tried for over 40 years and barley even come close to sticking two pieces together. I swear, every time I laid it down and thought I saw a match, the puzzle seemed to change. Almost as if it didn't want me to complete it."
He shook his head again and looked down at his grandson. Yugi had surpassed any expectations that he had ever placed for him. Completing the puzzle was even something that his grandson was able to do. He smiled again, remembering the history of the puzzle and its connection with Duel monsters.
"So what did you wish for Yugi?"
That seemed to get his teenage grandson's attention. The purple eyes shot open wide, hands gripped the puzzle protectively. That wasn't exactly the response that he had been expecting.
"What is it Yugi?" His voice startled and was full of concern. Yugi seemed to relax and then laughed lightly.
"Sorry Grandpa. It's just that I really fell connected to it. I guess a little too much." He smiled sheepishly at the gray‑haired old man and relaxed his grip on his puzzle allowing it to fall against his chest.
He got up from the couch and quickly made his way to the man. He reached his arms around his waist and gave him a gentle hug. He looked up into the worn eyes of the elder and smiled.
"I'm going to miss you Grandpa."
Solomon gave him a warm smile and a kiss on the forehead.
"Not as much as I'm going to miss you Grandson."
Yugi smiled even brighter. He lowered his voice into a whisper. "A friend."
"What?"
"A friend, that's what I wished for."
Solomon smiled. "Oh I see, so Jou and Honda are what you wished for. That's wonderful Grandson, they seem very nice."
Yugi shook his head.
"Nooo! Not them, although they are my closest friends now… but someone else."
Yugi trailed off as in thought, but quickly snapped back after a moment and continued his thoughts in a somewhat mysterious voice." I don't know how to explain it. It's almost like there is someone with me all the time now, guiding me, helping me."
Yugi looked back down at the golden ornament in his hands, he didn't really want to tell his grandpa that much until he knew everything he could about the spirit in the puzzle.
Solomon nodded his head. That was interesting, yes, very interesting. He made a mental note and jotted what Yugi had just said to him down in his head. He kissed Yugi's forehead once again and pulled away from the warm embrace.
"I really do need to get going Yugi."
"Why? When are you leaving?" Pouting lips asked him as Solomon turned away and began to walk up the stairs.
"Why Yugi, I'm leaving this afternoon..."
Yugi had to take in a gasp of breath as an unhealthy amount of excitement overwhelmed his senses. Unusual feelings that had flooded over from him the puzzle's spirit to him causing a sudden increased his heart rate.
Yugi suddenly had the idea that maybe he had bit off more then he could chew….
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"You're leaving this afternoon?"
"Yep." Solomon said as he disappeared at the top of the stairs.
Yugi could feel the spirit deep inside of him become excited at that news. He decided not to ask, the last time Yami had felt like that, he had found himself engaged in some very steamy sexual activity. He felt his face going red as he recalled the way that Kaiba had made him feel. His whole body began to ache for the deep‑eyed brunette as he remembered the look on the teen's face after he had pushed him off the bed and then reappeared with the devilish tousled hair.
He began to let his mind wander on what could have happened if the nurses hadn't come in and interrupted them.
//He is a very fine individual, and a VERY good kisser.//
Yugi blushed deeper at the fact that the spirit had caught him fantasying about the boy from earlier.
//Don't worry Yugi, I feel the same way.//
Yami seemed to open their link a little more, and Yugi was overwhelmed with the passion Yami held locked in him. He felt himself becoming bright red when his grandpa walked back downstairs.
/How come you can always tell what I'm thinking and I can only see yours when you want me too. That's not fair./ He felt like sticking his tongue out at him.
A deep chuckle overwhelmed their link .
Yugi rolled his eyes and sat back down on the sofa, picking up the remote from the table and began to search for something to watch. He flicked threw quickly, passing all the shows that weren't interesting.
//WAIT Go back!//
Yugi crinkled his brow slightly at the sudden outburst. He was slowly getting used to sharing his thoughts with Yami, strange things had been popping in his head ever since he got the puzzle.
/Gosh! Don't do that!/
He flicked back one, it was a channel that had an old guy talking (imagine the guys from the clear eye's commercials) about a piece of what looked like concrete with cartoons on it. Pictures of pyramids came on and Yugi understood that it was a show on ancient Egypt. He sighed and rolled his eyes. Ryou had said that Yami had come from Egypt, but this was something that his grandpa would watch, it didn't look too interesting.
//No go back another one.//
Happy he didn't have to suffer through the annoyingly flat voice of the Egypt man, Yugi quickly went back another channel. It landed on one of those cheesy soaps and he clicked back once again.
//No! You were just on it!//
Yugi clicked back to the soap, he looked at it in shock for a few moments and then quickly went back to his flipping until he landed on some cartoons. Setting the remote back on the couch he set his legs on the table in front of him.
/Sorry, but there is NO way I'm going to watch a soap opera. Only girls and old American women watch those things./
His hand swiftly picked up the remote and changed it back to the soap on channel 65.
Yugi's eyes flared at the defiance of his hand, and he promptly changed it back and sat on the traitor. He placed a content look on his face, and then suddenly found himself fighting very hard to keep control of his body.
"Okay Yugi, I'll call you as soon as I get there!" Solomon yelled as he exited the room through the front door.
"Sure . . . bye . . . Grandpa!" Yugi called out. A sweat was forming on his forehead and he felt himself losing control.
//I... Just want to watch a show!//
His hand betrayed him again and grabbed the remote and changed the channel.
/NO!/
It changed back.
Index finger glued to the Prev. channel button, the TV flashed back and froth from bubble cartoon characters to a spicy romance.
/I am not going to be forced to watch that!/ Yugi shouted into his link.
He felt his energy draining away and he felt as if his whole body was stretching. He dropped the remote to his side as a bright yellow light temporarily blinded him.
He blinked a few times, and let out a sharp gasp as he saw an exact duplicate of himself sitting right next to him.
Yugi stared, lavender eyes wide open from shock. He watched as the spirit came closer to him inches from his face. The fiery red eyes that he had seen in his soul room were bearing into his light purple. He could hear the spirit's heavy breathing mingling into his own from their mental battle moments ago.
Yugi's heart started to race even faster as his imposter brought his body closer to his own. His whole body felt warm as one hand slowly and suggestively reached around his waist, almost trapping him to the couch.
Yugi began to have trouble breathing as the other brought his face centimeters from his own. His lips were practically torching Yami's, his head was spinning rapidly but the eye contact did not waver for a moment.
"Thanks."
Yugi blinked.
Yami had seated himself next to him on the sofa, remote control comfortably in hand. He had a small grin on his face. Yugi was a little far from confused until he realized that the TV was back on the soap.
He felt his previous warmth turn into a new one. He put on a small scowl and hit his double directly in the face with a pillow.
The red‑eyed Yugi imposter looked at him with surprise written all over his face. A small smirk made it's way present on Yami's face as he saw the look of regret on Yugi's own features.
"You will pay for that." He said in an alluring voice. Yugi's body shivered as the spirit stood up in front of him. Yugi subconsciously made a note on how there were lots of differences between him and the spirit that was in his head . . . or rather that wasn't at the moment. He was certainly taller, and the way he held himself was like announcing that he was important, regale in a way. The playful glare on Yami's face wasn't comforting him at all, although it did complement his ruby gaze.
Yugi squeaked when Yami picked up two pillows and let the remote control fall to the ground. He placed an evil grin on his face as he stalked up to the smaller teen. Yugi pulled his pillow in front of his body, trying to protect himself and waited with his eyes tightly clenched.
When the blows never came Yugi opened his eyes to see that the spirit had sat back down and had on his face a soft expression. When Yugi had looked up at him he had turned quickly to face the television.
Yugi pulled the pillow down a cautiously put it under his arm again, waiting for the other to pounce. He was still a little shocked from the sudden appearance of Yami. They had tried so many times they had figured that it wasn't going to work, but already today Yugi was pretty sure they had split twice. The first he had almost forgotten about. He was actually hoping that this would happen sooner or later, it wouldn't be fair if Ryou and Bakura were able to split and they couldn't.
He un‑tensed after looking at Yami a second time. He seemed to have forgotten about his earlier threat and looked like he was fully absorbed in the stupid soap opera. Yugi grunted as the watched a tall dark haired man grabbed a blond around the waist and pulled her close to him. The man reminded him of Kaiba, and he let his mind drift off to the hospital. Big mistake.
Yami waited until Yugi finally un-tensed. He shot the boy a quick look from the corner of his eye, he seemed to be spacing out into something. He laughed mentally as he cheeked in and saw that Yugi was thinking about Kaiba once again.
With that Yami quickly sprung from where he was sitting and grabbed Yugi. The small boy yelped and suddenly was violently laughing from the invasion of tickling fingers on his chest.
"Ah! No! Yami!" He burst into another fit of laughter, tears coming to his eyes.
"Please! Yami! STOP!" Bubbly laughter filled the room as the snickering crimson-eyed teen attacked. Yugi was trying to get out from under his captor but to no success.
He couldn't stop laughing and was finding it difficult to breath. He finally managed to wiggle off the couch and onto the floor. He opened his eyes and mouth to try and stop the crazed spirit from his assault.
Having no such luck, he was firmly lowered and pinned on his back to the ground. Yami straddling his waist, fingers dancing on every delicate area on Yugi's chest. Yugi couldn't control the laughter that was poring from his mouth and began to scream uncontrollably.
Yugi reached up and placed both hands firmly on Yami's chest, desperately trying to push him off. He began to thrust his hips wildly and started kicked his legs, screaming insanely with laughter. Giving one more hard push on the evil teen on top of him, he threw back his head screaming loudly, both eyes clenched tightly together, as he made his last attempt of getting Yami off him, just as he finally lost the last of his energy.
The weight on his chest was suddenly gone, and Yugi let a few moans and whines to help calm down his giggling fit. He steadied his breathing, and allowed his eyes to flutter open. Still panting heavily, he looked up into the deep red eyes that looked wide with shock.
Yami was standing over him, the expression he wore was unreadable. Yugi threw his hands above his head stretching to relax his sore muscles, and he saw Yami gulp and sit back down on the couch, quickly pulling a pillow over his lap and staring back at the TV.
Yugi sat up from the floor, eyes scrunched in a glare. The fact that he was still fighting down the smile that had been plastered on his face ruined any threatening effect it might have held. The jacket he had been wearing was falling down his left shoulder, so he took it off and threw it at the kitchen. He glanced back at Yami to notice him gulp once again. Yugi pulled himself back on the couch and crossed his legs.
The stupid soap was still on and Yugi spied the remote still in the big mean spirit's lap. He snickered inwardly and quickly snatched out for it.
Yami sensed the little one's scheming and effortlessly caught the hand invading his lap with both hands. He brief contact of Yugi's hand to his half hard arousal made his eyes roll back in his head. He didn't even notice the second hand throwing back the pillow he had expertly placed on his lap and grabbing both the remote and his half hard erection.
"Ahh!" Yami screamed a mix between a moan of pleasure and pain.
Yugi dropped both and pulled both hands to his mouth letting his eyes widen impossibly large once he realized what he had done.
Taking a moment to calm down, Yami opened his lust filled eyes to see Yugi covering his voluptuous lips with both hands. It was the most tempting thing he had ever seen in his life. The urge to uncover those luscious lips and enrapture them was overwhelming.. The gigantic purple eyes were full of surprise and fear. He gave Yugi a small pained smile and pulled the pillow back on his lap, trying to remember anything that would stop his body's cravings for his light. He blocked any and all of his feeling form the link. He didn't need Yugi to become afraid of him.
Yugi watched speechlessly as Yami closed his eyes again. / 'Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, I must have really hurt him!'/
He was glad that he was holding both hands over his mouth, because the reality of the situation had just come to him. He tried to stifle his laughter as he watched Yami glare at him again. He moved both hands and his body began to rock with laughter.
"I'm sorry, it's just . . . " He started laughing again, tears were beginning to form in his eyes.
Yami, who couldn't help but smile at the bright faced boy who looked as if he was dying with laughter. He sat and watched as the supposable virtuous teen rocked back and forth. He crossed his arms waiting for the other to calm down.
Finally for what seemed like hours, the cute little lavender eyes opened, a few giggly pants, followed by a loud sigh escaped him. Yami looked down at him with his slanted, blood red eyes.
Yugi's giggling fit came to an abrupt halt when he saw the spirit's fiery eyes land on him. A blissful shiver ran though his body. He began to loose all sensible thoughts as he gazed into the suave red orbs. He felt as if his dark half was slowly luring him into his own desire. He felt his eyes unconsciously drop and he looked at the spirit's baud shoulders and chest, and another blissful shiver ran threw him. A small whimper escaped his lips, shaking him back to reality. He quickly snapped his head back to the TV and blushed a deep red color.
Yami watched his light's eyes tail down his body, and smiled when he turned a deep scarlet color and turned away quickly , seemingly very interested in the soap opera. He chuckled to himself as Yugi's eyes opened even wider as the two people on the screen engaged in a long steamy kiss. The small teen shot a quick glance at Yami, who was still staring intensely in his direction, smirking at him. He flushed again and returned his eyes to the screen.
A few moments passed while curiosity getting the best of him, he looked back to the spirit, the red eyes still staring at him. He twisted his fingers in his lap, and became aware of a new problem resting between his legs.
He promptly looked around for a pillow. The only one around was currently lying on Yami's own lap. Yugi gave a small pout and crossed his legs.
/ 'What's his problem, he's not even using that pillow.'/
Yami's gaze had calmed down and he was now studying his hands and wrists, which had the same spiky bracelets as Yugi's own.
"Hey Yami? Can I have that pillow you're not using?" He smiled evilly at him. Yami's fiery red eyes shot wide open and his cheeks had the faintest pink tinge.
"No." He said simply. "I am using it."
Yugi pouted once again and turned back to the TV.
Relief swept over the dark spirit. 'That was close.' He thought. He had noted Yugi's new state of mind and smiled as he noted Yugi's crossed legs. He decided open up the link to him a little.
'At least I could see what he's thinking.'
He opened their shared mental link a small crack.
Both boys suddenly leaped form the couch, both panting heavily. Yugi, at the time Yami had opened the link, was having quite a nice fantasy about him, involving whipped cream and strawberries. Yami had allowed Yugi to catch a glimpse at some of what he had felt at the moment Yugi had buckled under him and thrown his head back during his tickling administrations.
They both turned to look at one another simultaneously. Predatory smile coming to Yami's lips.
Yugi shivered.
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TBC…
Yea! Another chapter is done! Oh well. I hope you liked this chappie, Sorry for the cliffhanger. I've probably already started on the next chapter already so hopefully it will be out soon.
Oh and I want to thank everyone that reviewed for my last chapter! I LOVE YOU GUYS SOO MUCH! I have that review alert thing on, so every day I check my e‑mail to see if someone reviewed! Yes, I'm obsessed, but you probably already knew that from the fact that I'm writing a story about a bunch of cartoon characters. (Very hot ones I might add) Yea well any ways... Please Please Please Review! It would be sooo great to have 100 by the time I have my 10th chapter up. Thanks also to everyone that's been encouraging me to write this… You guys are great. So yea anyone else, feel free to IM me. My sn's in my profile thingy.
Yes, More Kaiba and Yugi (separately unfortunately) but Yami finally…makes his arrival. ^_^ oh yes lots of fun for little Yugi! OoOo I can't wait! Hehehe, there was just going to be one chapter of Seto POV and the next all Yugi's but I think I like mixing these to around as much as possible. Gosh I was so busy writing this I missed Jou -vs- Seto… I love watching Seto call Joey a dog. It just I donno give me some sort of happy feeling…
(1) I have nothing against Pokemon, even though I don't overly like it . . . I just know when I was in 4th grade all of my friends that did happen to play with the cards were upset cause the show was so different then the cards. Yes, they were eight years old and they thought it was stupid. No offence to anyone that loves Ash n friends. ( I admit I 'cached em all' on my brothers PKM Yellow.)
Oh yea… just some things I found on some ones site. You gotta take out the spaces to see them though
http ://www. Finalknight .net /scales/ gallery/bakura09.jp -Greally hot pic of Yami Bakura smirking
http: //www. Finalknight .net /scales/ gallery/ryou03.jpg ?-Ryou being a cutie
http: //www.finalknight.net /scales/ gallery/ yamiyugi01.jpg ? Yummy Yami & Yugi pic