RF: I love you all! I'm so glad you liked this. It was the most random idea that I just had to write. Well, I'm sorry I didn't update this faster. I have an amazingly busy life, and when I finally get the chance to write it comes out screwy. I hope to write more soon, and please enjoy this chapter in the mean time.

If you want the disclaimer and warnings they were in the first chapter. Go reread them. Rating still stands at whatever it is, and so far I'm only certain that there will be make-out scenes between boys sometime in the not too distant future. Now that the "legal" stuff is out of the way, on with the fic!

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-Too busy I can understand. You do have your own company to run and Mokuba to take care of. But calling love trivial? I find that inexcusable. Love is like oxygen! Love is, well, love. There's nothing quite like it. It's wonderful. One day you'll see that too. Please let me write to you. If you don't , I think I'll die. Sincerely, your secret admirer.-

Seto was furious. This girl wouldn't leave him alone! He was very busy, couldn't she understand that? He fumed as he munched his morning toast, careful not to get crumbs in the keyboard. Well he didn't have time to write to her now. He'd be late for the early bell if he didn't hurry, and he wouldn't stand to let someone beat his attendance record.

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With the air of one who was above this sort of thing, Seto Kaiba marched through the deserted halls towards the counselor's. Honestly, this was stupid. He could be using this valuable break period to organize some paperwork. Instead he would be pretending to believe the counselor pretending to care. Two years ago Seto had made the very foolish mistake of dropping his defenses and explaining to someone-someone he had trusted, mind you-his situation with Giovani. That someone had gone to the school counselor, who had been trying to schedule him in ever since. There had already been a few unsuccessful attempts to bring him in after school, but he'd always found one way or another to get around it. Now that he had dropped writing classes, Seto had a free period. The counselor, seeing her opportunity, had arranged him for peer counseling. This time there were no excuses.

Jerking open the door, Seto entered the waiting room. He didn't need to say who he was; the woman behind the desk pointed to a door. His heals clicked sharply on the tile flooring as he went through to this office.

The first things he noticed were the pictures. Duel monsters, some fighting together, some flying majestically through the sky, some swimming. The biggest one was a Blue Eyes White Dragon. The metallic bluish silver scales glinted perfectly in the light of a full white moon. Stars twinkled around it's head, which was stretched up into the sky. It's wings were unfurled, curling gracefully backwards. The eyes, however, were the most perfect of all. Beautiful cobalt blue, with deep black pupils which matched the sky behind it. They looked so soft, so infinite, so…blue. One the night sky the other the dark ocean, paired together perfectly and endlessly.

"Do you like it?" asked a soft, faintly masculine voice. Melodic, it echoed with hints of a British accent. Seto arrested his eyes from those of the dragon's and turned to see a familiar face behind the desk of papers. It was one of Yugi's little tag-a-longs, a duelist too. He had fairly feminine hair, long and wavy. One might almost say spikey. His eyes were brown, plain brown. Nothing interesting or out of the ordinary about him, really. The kind of person who would fade easily into background. Seto's memory had a very hard time giving the boy a name, though he was sure he'd heard it many times.

"Bakura." Seto said, after a long pause. His voice was icy as always; it didn't register the surprise he felt.

"That picture has always been one of my favorites, a real beauty if I do say so myself." Ryou Bakura replied as he stood.

"You painted that?" Seto asked, his voice void of emotion. Bakura nodded and smiled.

"Yes, all of them. Please, have a seat." He motioned to a couch.

Seto didn't move immediately. He remained standing, his face frozen into a façade of perfect indifference. His arms crossed, apparently on their own. With a slight turn of the head, he managed to look both bored and angry at once. The silence stretched on; Bakura's polite smile and plain brown eyes drilled into Seto's brain till he was numb. He didn't blink, even though it made his eyes water. After a few moments, Bakura's smile faultered. Smirk dominating his face, Seto haughtily sat down on the blue couch. Bakura closed the door softly and returned to his desk.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" the albino boy asked quietly.

"I don't. I was forced to come here, against my will, and I'd much rather be doing something important." Seto answered him.

"I see."

There was a pause. Seto looked around the room some more. For the first time he noticed everything was blue. The walls were pastel blue, the door was navy. Even the window panes were tainted a soft blue. Most of the duel monsters pictures were blue as well. He scoffed softly.

"You have a theme going here." Seto remarked.

"Yes." Bakura admitted, and after a breath continued, "We got to decorate our own offices. I like blue."

For some reason Seto glanced back at Bakura for a moment. The boy behind the desk was staring, gently, like he was waiting for something. Their eyes locked. A deeply jarring emotion slammed it's way into Seto, jolting every major organ in his body. Unintentionally he recoiled and drew a sharp breath. Bakura blinked quickly and looked away.

"It's a good color." Seto admitted, concentrating on a loose stitching on a pillow. Bakura nodded, giving the window blinds a good looking over. The room was silent for a very long time, the only sound their breathing. Finally Seto spoke up. His voice very demanding, he asked, "Do you mind if I do something else?"

Bakura glanced at his face. It seemed if he told Seto no it would do no good. He shrugged. "We're not allowed to force you to tell us anything. I suppose if you wanted to do something else you could."

"Good." With that, Seto settled back against the couch and fell asleep.

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The sound of tapping keys woke him. Bakura was typing furiously away at something on a laptop. The sun's dying light was shining behind him, making his hair glint a little. To the average observer it would have looked like an angelic halo over his head. Seto didn't notice this. Instead he yawned and stood. Bakura looked up at this movement. The typing noise stopped as he closed his laptop.

"Is school over yet?" Seto asked. He had none of the usual just-woke-up qualities. His hair wasn't messed, his eyes weren't blurry, and his speech wasn't slurred or clouded. Bakura opened his mouth to answer just as the bell cut him off. He closed his mouth and smiled up at the brunette. The taller boy didn't return the smile. In place of it he grimaced and rolled his eyes. Casually he picked up his briefcase and started out of the room. Bakura's voice stopped him.

"See you tomorrow, Kaiba." Bakura called.

"Not if I can help it." Seto answered. He didn't turn back to see Bakura's frown; he just kept walking until he was out in the crowded halls.

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The clock was ticking towards midnight when Seto crawled into bed. He hadn't even bothered to stop and change into different clothing. Someone had screwed something up at KaibaCorp again, and after firing the incompetent person he had had to fix it. That had spent the remainder of his day. It was just lucky for him that he did all of his homework in class.

As he was pulling the blankets neatly all the way up to his chin, Seto remembered something. One long arm reached out from under the blankets and grabbed his personal laptop computer. Sitting up in bed, he opened it and turned it on. After it had started up, Seto accessed the internet and wrote out a quick e-mail. Then he sent it and turned of his computer. Laying it on the nightstand, he rolled over and fell asleep.

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In a dark room not unlike Seto's, only much smaller, another laptop beeped that it had acquired a new e-mail. The laptop's owner clicked on the little mailbox symbol and opened this e-mail. It read:

-Love is insanity. It makes perfectly rational people act completely insane. It's just a simple chemical reaction in the brain that makes people think they need other people. A way of tricking the brain into continuing the species. Fools fall for it. Idiots believe in it.

Seemingly telling you not to e-mail me isn't going to work. So I'll allow you to write to me. But don't expect me to write back. I'm much too busy for this. Really. Sincerely, Seto Kaiba-

The white light of the computer screen lit up it's owner's smile. The sound of typing could be heard as another e-mail was written. So began the chain of communication between Seto Kaiba and his secret admirer.

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RF: Yeah…I'm not so good at secrecy. But oh well. I hope everyone liked this chapter. Promise to write more soon. I have a break now for Christmas so I should be able to write another chapter soon. Review! Please! Otherwise I really will stop.