Name- Key chains
Genre- Romance/ humor/ a little tiny bit of angst and general stuff.
Pairings- Ryou Bakura/ Seto Kaiba
Disclaimer- If I said I owned it I'd be happy that you believed me except I'd add much more Yaoi and there would be no sad ending and to much smut to be considered a kids show… The gist of that is I don't own it so if you sue I'll be confused. ;.;

Warnings- Yaoi Oocness because I'm special and can do that… okay… so it's really only because I suck at keeping them in character, but I do try… honest… scouts honor… ((Shifty eyes)) Anyways… Cussing I think, and other stuff.

Holiday Christmas fic. It's late by like a lot, but… you can suffer? D:

1- Tongue twister. D;

2- Live with it I have nothing better. XD

3- Yes I see them as Brown, not Blue, and not Green I looked it up at absolute anime and I pretty much go by that site it said brown so they are going to be just that.

4- Bleh I would assume he would allow people he liked to call him that and that he would like it better.

Two shot

Ryou sat in class tapping his pencil impatiently against his desk, the last day of school before winter break felt like it was taking forever to end. There were five minutes left and every time he glanced up at the clock it looked as if only a second had passed.

He could have sworn the clock had paused for at least a minute, then again it could be because he was anxious to get home and set up his tiny, three foot tall tree in the living room. He always waited till the 23rd to do so because… it was tradition. No matter if no one was there, since his Yami was obviously not going to be; having ran off to stay with Malik and Marik during the holidays, he still felt it was the thing to do.

It also seemed to dim the loneliness he would be feeling. His father had sent him a couple things wrapped and with the distinct words 'Do not open until X-mas' Printed in bold letters on the card that came along with it.

He had also gotten a package from Yugi and Yami, and then something from Tea that he was a little afraid to open since it seemed to buzz every time he touched it. Other then that he had nothing. He knew deep down he was a little bitter about his father not being there this year again, but he'd just bake cookies and somehow that always seemed to make him feel better… the fact he ate half the chocolate chips probably helped a little, but what little comfort he got was better then feeling the sadness that seemed to creep up on people at the quietest moments.

His head snapped away from the window, of which he had been staring out day-dreaming about nothing really, when the bell rang shrilly throughout the halls and in the classroom. The sound made him flinch like it always did, he really wished they'd find a different kind of bell one day.

He stood up collecting his books as Yugi and the others talked animatedly amongst each other about what they were doing over the holidays, as if they hadn't been talking about it all week. He rolled his eyes with a smile, and grabbed his pens off the desk to shove them on top of the half organized piles of paper currently residing in his hands. He gave a yelp when a body brushed against his, obviously trying to get past, and he dropped all the papers. He fell backwards, trying to avoid face planting into the tiles, a pair of warm arms wrapped around his waist catching him from bruising his bottom.

His breath caught in his throat as he tightly gripped the arms of his savior and blinked a few times, the sudden silence in the room made him look up and he gazed half curious and half afraid into the cold blue eyes of Seto Kaiba.

"Oh… Um…" He stuttered scrambling out of the enticing arms a part of him cried at the loss of contact as he gathered his footing. He bowed a stiffly his face bright with a blush as he mumbled an apology, Seto stood there for what seemed like forever and Ryou stared and watched seemingly fascinated as his foot shifted, and suddenly Seto was bending down collecting some of the fallen papers.

Ryou stared surprised, he could feel the eyes of his friends boring into the back of his head and at the scene that was unfolding before them.

"Oh! Wait… no… I… um you don't have… I mean…" Ryou rambled bending down quickly to gather up as much of the paper as he could before he made Seto do it himself. When they where all gathered up he stood and gulped a little confused at the predicament.

Seto merely smirked. "Merry Christmas." He whispered to the even more confused boy in front of him. Ryou gaped as he sauntered out of the classroom and seemingly home.

"What… the hell was that?" Jou asked he himself frozen in disbelief.

"I don't know, but I'm a little frightened." Yugi told them truthfully, that seemed to break the spell and everyone laughed at the comment, though a small hint of nervousness could be heard if you listened hard enough.

"Um… I think I'm going to go home now." Ryou told them still shocked, he shuffled the papers a little till they where even and started out the door.

"Oh Merry Christmas." He called over his shoulder. He left without another word and quickly shoved his belongings into his locker. As he was grabbing his jacket he noticed a small square box at the bottom on top of his science book, there was no from only a small card with his name on it in neat cursive writing.

He looked about himself trying to see if the culprit was still around he saw; nothing. He tucked the tiny present into his jacket pocket then threw on his scarf, mittens, and closed his locker.

He descended the stairs and waved goodbye to Yugi and the others; who in turn waved back with smiles on their faces. For some reason he felt both very giddy, and very lonely. The contact with the taller boy had made him light headed and he had a feeling a couple batches of cookies would do him good so he quickened his steps and squinted his eyes against the chilly winter air.

He entered his warm home and took the bulky items off, then slid out of his shoes, and with a sniff of his nose; he was as good as new again.

Hours later the tree was up sparkling white, red, and green against the far corner of the room, the bottom barren except for a few brightly wrapped presents, he remembered the small package and riffled through his jacket until he found it and added it too his pile.

Somehow the little present seemed to fill up most of the space and it didn't seem like such a horrible year, he wondered idly how the person had gotten into his locker and who it might have been. He couldn't imagine Jou doing something like that, or Honda, or Otogi, or any of his other friends for that matter.

He sat heavily on his couch and stared with a look of concentration at the tree while his mind wandered over the countless possibilities. Shaking his head to stop the flow of names he stood up and headed to the Kitchen to start his cookies.

After rolling the dough and setting it in the fridge to chill he went back to the couch to stare blankly at the black screen of his TV he was fighting with himself on what he wanted to do with the hour he had till he could put the cookies in. His tummy gurgled angrily at him reprimanding him for the chocolate chips he had consumed, which had been quite a few.

Finally with a sigh he grabbed the remote and switched the television on he clicked lazily through the channels trying to find something to watch; countless Christmas specials and a few talk shows later he shut it off having found absolutely nothing to amuse him. A glance at the clock showed it had been a good hour so he got up and finished the cookies.

After the last batch had been taken out and had plenty of time to cool he placed them on a plate and stuck them on top of the oven for later use after a few moments of static silence, he stopped mindlessly looking at the white counter top and went off to bed hoping the next day went by quickly; and actually on second thought he just hoped the whole week would be over with so he could go back to school and not be alone in the dreary emptiness of his home.

While he brushed his teeth his thoughts drifted back to the unexpected gift he couldn't get it out of his mind who would give him a present and not take credit, he had no way of repaying the kind offer and he felt a little guilty for it. He hoped the name of the giver would be somewhere inside the package.

He crawled into bed and let out a long exasperated sigh before sleep took hold and generously stopped him from going psychotic trying to figure it out.

When the first rays of morning light hit his face from his half open curtains Ryou slid slowly into consciousness, his arms stretched over his head and his feet stretched out beneath him as he exhausted the sleep from his bones.

His eyes soon fluttered open as his muscles relaxed and the ever faithful glance at his clock confirmed he had awoken once again before ten on a vacation day. Just once he wanted to sleep past noon. With a deep breath he was up gathering the required items needed to dress and shower, he sleepily made his way to the bathroom hissing as his bare feet made contact the with the cold tiles.

After his very awakening shower, since it had decided to go cold on him halfway through, he dressed and shuffled down the stairs brushing his hair of the knots with his fingers to lazy to brush it out with a comb at the moment. He checked the cookies to see that they where perfectly fine and untouched. With that in mind he made himself a cup of tea and started some eggs to fry on a pan.

With the eggs gone and tea cold he decided breakfast was done and he set his used dishes in the sink to be dealt with later when he got even more bored. Ryou looked around himself and saw nothing worthwhile so with one last glance he slid on his jacket and shoes then quietly slipped out the door.

His eyes closed tightly at the brightness of the morning finally took full effect, after a pregnant pause he was able to see again and he took the three steps down to the sidewalk starting toward the park, assuming it would be empty of most people being it was Christmas eve and usually people had family to visit on the seemingly joyous occasion.

He entered the park and made a bee line for the wooded area his eyes focused on a single tree almost invisible amongst the other brown branches, it was his tree with his bench beneath it or so he had made it that way several months ago when he had walked off the trail and had found it sitting there unaware of how out of place it really was and how alone it seemed to be.

When he reached that very sanctuary he could feel the tension and confusion at the last few days progressions practically melt away from his body. He sat on his bench, it was a nice one made of black metal and bent to make intricate designs to supposedly make it pretty.

He leaned back against the cold wiry backing and shut his eyes his hands resting peacefully in his lap. A serene look placed itself on his facial features and the sounds of the living forest void of all human sounds made it feel safe.

"Never thought I'd meet you here." A deep, oddly enough, soothing voice called from a few feet away. Ryou didn't jump, move, or really make any acknowledgment that he had heard the CEO instead he stayed silent, after a few minutes went by Kaiba started to become irritated at the lack of response and went to say so when Ryou smiled and Kaiba couldn't have been more amazed as the small yet appreciated gesture was shown.

"Hmm… well I never thought you'd say Merry Christmas to me. It's been an interesting couple of hours." Ryou told him softly so he had to strain to hear him. Kaiba took a few steps forward making almost no sound in a clearing of leaves.

"It's nice here." Kaiba replied sitting next to the immobile boy, his eyes hidden behind bangs glanced between looking at Ryou and the surrounding area.

"Yes it is… why are you here?" Ryou decided to be blunt and opened his eyes turning his curious gaze on the staring boy. An awkward silence passed over them the watcher being caught and the watched, catching. (1)

Kaiba blinked and broke the eye contact eluding some of the discomfort for now. "The Limo broke down outside of the park when I saw you and decided I might as well follow, since I have nothing to do till it's fixed." (2) He wondered to himself just why the hell he was telling the boy all of this information, when normally he would glare until the inquirer squirmed and left.

"Oh…" Was all Ryou managed to get out, his big brown eyes (3) blinking as his brain digested that information. Either way he was happy since he was obviously not alone now. He sighed and looked back at the trees trying to avoid another awkward moment.

"Well… I better be off I suppose those imbeciles should have fixed it by now." Kaiba babbled, biting his tongue so he couldn't say another word. "Goodbye Bakura, I will see you after the break."

"Ryou." Said boy looked straight at him.

"Excuse me?" Kaiba asked, turning toward him a confused look on his face.

"Call me Ryou, please?" Ryou told him smiling sweetly up at him from his spot on the bench.

"Very well… Ryou. Then I suppose you may call me Seto, I like it better anyways." (4) Kaiba smirked though Ryou saw a faint, but definite smile hidden in his eyes.

"Okay… Seto, Merry Christmas." He said lifting his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them.

Kaiba, or now formally known as Seto turned and left without another word. Ryou watched his retreating figure until he could no longer see it through the trees and when he finally disappeared he ignored the ache that had begun to eat at his stomach passing it off as hunger and nothing more.

Several hours or maybe it was only a few minutes passed and Ryou knew it was time to go home since it was probably nearing noon or possibly even later and there was no point

staying there since he was beginning to feel the first real signs of hunger.

He stood shaking his legs of the sleep that had just started making them feel tingly and hard to move. When he felt it was safe and he wasn't going to be stumbling into the bench or a tree he started toward home, lifting the flaps of his collar up to shield his cheeks from the frigid wind he discovered after coming out of the safety of the forest.

His head down he didn't notice anything around him and nearly ran into several people also in a hurry to be somewhere. When he did make it home he couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness.

He twisted the knob and discovered the door was locked his face contorted in confusion since he hadn't remembered locking it, but then again he still could have without noticing it so he checked his pockets and when he didn't find his keys he blew his bangs out of his eyes with an exasperated sigh.

"Now what?" He asked himself sitting down on the cold steps, he shivered as it seeped through his pants and he just then realized how bad his predicament was. All the windows where locked tight; he new that since he had only just locked them the other night, and that the back door was bolted as tightly as the front. His only options where to; one somehow walk the several miles to where Bakura was and hope he had a key, or two find somewhere else to stay for the night.

He knew both where almost out of the question since it was Christmas eve, and he would die before he intruded on anyone else on this night, and Bakura was always grouching at him that he didn't need a key to get into anything and had refused to take it with him. So he was screwed to put it bluntly.

Another sigh passed his lips and his head slumped forward in defeat. He'd just have to wait till Bakura got back and unlocked the door for him, only problem with that is he had absolutely no idea when that would be. He almost let the frustrated tears loose, but held them back not wanting to feel any more foolish then he already did.

His body had started to shiver uncontrollably; he tried to stop it by clenching his jaw and the muscles in his stomach, but nothing seemed to stop them. He pulled his arms through the sleeves of his jacket and his shirt and held them tightly over his chest while his body scrunched over his knees in an attempt to conserve heat.

The way he was going now, a fear that he wouldn't live through the night crept up his spine making him shiver just a little harder. He was seriously considering walking to Marik's place and making Bakura open the door for him, but he had an eerie feeling that no one would be there, he would be denied, or something along those lines. So he sat and stayed.

The sound of his watch ticked loudly against his chest, beating almost in sync with his heart. He started to feel a little drowsy and the fear increased. He read that if you fell asleep in a cold like this, unprotected, you would fall into a coma like state and most likely die.

The fear of night time made him even more alert then anything and he was rapidly thinking of anything he could do that he hadn't already thought of, when he was distracted by a white fuzzy dot that fell onto his nose. His head raised off his knees when the dot melted and he looked up to see more dots falling from gray clouds.

Under any other circumstances he would have been elated and jumping with joy at the thought of a snowy Christmas, but as it was his distress only increased as the first light flakes became thicker until he could barely see the road not seven feet before him. His eyes grew wider as his body shook harder and his head became more muddled and sleepy.

Now he was almost certain he wouldn't make it the night, he laid his head back down and gave himself to fate his eyes drooped shut almost completely and his muscles relaxed no longer making him look like a psychotic washing machine.

In his half dazed state he almost didn't register the honk of a car, or that someone was running up to him. He became a little more aware of his surroundings when that someone shook him and jerked his head up then he stared in disbelief as the one person he least expected threw there very warm trench coat over his shoulders and started to ask him questions that his mind wasn't able to comprehend.

"Wah…?" He attempted almost too tired to keep his head up or his eyes open.

"I asked what the hell are you doing?" The piercing blue eyes glared at him, but he noticed just a flash off concern before they hardened once more to become as cold as the snow that had started to pile on top of him.

"Oh…" Ryou mumbled and blinked his body started to shake again as he became more conscious and the fear returned. To think he probably would have died right there if Seto hadn't stopped by and if he left him he would anyways.

Completely disregarding the previous question Ryou looked curiously at the tall thin boy before him who had started to shiver as well, now only wearing a long sleeved black shirt. "Why are you here?" Ryou asked his half frozen body snuggling against the welcoming warmth of the coat.

"I drive past on my way home, and I noticed you where here. Almost didn't see you with all this snow…" Seto bit his lip again finding himself talking more to this boy in one day then he had since he had first noticed him a few months back. "Now… why are you out here?" He asked.

"I seemed to have locked myself out and I forgot my keys." Ryou smiled shyly embarrassed at himself for being so forgetful.

"Why didn't you go to someone and get help?" Seto asked confused as to why anyone would just sit down and freeze.

Ryou looked away and twiddled his thumbs. "Well it's Christmas eve that… would be really… rude…" He muttered.

Seto allowed that information to sink in, then he suddenly felt a little angry though he didn't know why. "So you would rather freeze to death then bother some people who would, if they where your actual friends, gladly help you in your time of need?"

Ryou flinched at the coldness of Seto's words and nodded, when he felt a flash of pain cross his cheek, he lifted frozen fingers through the neck of his shirt and touched the now burning flesh his startled eyes made contact with Seto's burning blue ones and he remained speechless.

Seto glared at him a moment later a little surprised he had done that himself, but the politeness was just to much. He knew that Ryou would have died and he also realized that Ryou knew that as well and had taken no action, whether it interfered with a crummy holiday, to save himself.

Ryou slipped his hand away from the red mark and looked away from the piercing gaze the tears that wanted to spill down his cheeks where swallowed back down painfully.

"How can you do that?" Seto finally whispered not wanting the building anger to show through and scare the already frightened boy from him.

Ryou remained silent he had no idea why he did it he just knew that if he had gone to get help he wouldn't have had the guts to actually try and knock on anyone's doors and he didn't feel like he knew any of his friends well enough that they would help him.

Seto let out a long sigh and noticed how cold he was becoming. "Come on." He held out his hand beckoning Ryou to take it.

Ryou slowly turned his head back and stared at the hand like it was a figment of his imagination. "What?" He asked confused Seto rolled his eyes and just grabbed his arm through his shirt pulling him up. Ryou stumbled and fell against his chest his body weakened by the cold to where he wasn't able to support his own weight.

He tried to struggle away and Seto only tightened his grip then swung him up and over his shoulder Ryou's hands where trapped in his shirt so he could do nothing, but question what was happening.

He was swung through a door into a warm, small space it took a second for his eyes to adjust and when he was finally able to wiggle up onto his butt and slide his hands out of his shirt Seto was closing the door telling the driver to go. He stared confusion evident in his eyes.

"I'm taking you to my home there is no way I'm going to let you die out there, that would only weigh on my conscious." Seto explained just as icily as before.

Ryou went to argue the point and only stopped when Seto turned a glare at him, he snapped his mouth shut and sighed heavily. The touch against his cheek startled him and he snapped his head toward the source, Seto was next to him his hand a few inches away.

"I didn't mean to hit you so hard." He told him again touching the red swollen cheek. Ryou continued to stare enthralled and confused until a red blush made it's self known and he looked down at his lap trying to make it seem as if it where the most fascinating thing to look at.

The sound of moving cloth made him glance over and Seto was sitting back in his seat staring out the window, the snow seemed to be getting even worse and in a way Ryou was happy Seto had stopped even if he was made to feel foolish and been slapped. He reached a hand up to ghost the spot before he slid it back into his lap.

His attention went to the window and he stared out watching the white flecks become thicker and more menacing when the limo jerked to the right he flew into Seto unprepared for something like that he fumbled for words as his blush increased and he pushed himself up, he missed the amused look on Seto's face.

Several more uneventful minutes went by and Ryou fiddled with the zipper on his jacket trying to find something to distract him. He remembered just then that he had Seto's coat still over his shoulders and he slid it off then held it out for the other to take. "Um… thank you…" He mumbled cool fingers brushed against his as they grabbed the coat and he suppressed a shiver bringing his hands quickly back to the zipper.

He let out a sigh when they came to a stop knowing they had arrived at Seto's estate. Outside was darker then he imagined it could be since it was barely past 5 in the evening. Seto stayed where he was waiting for Ryou to do something when he continued to stare out the window he decided to just move and he opened his door letting the heated air out and the cool snowy wind in, he tugged on Ryou's arm and they both exited the oddly spacious area to come to a stand outside.

Ryou stared in awe at the large home and only snapped out of his amazement when Seto tugged him along inside of the large doors he blinked his eyes letting them slowly get used to the soft lighting and stood there once more feeling uncomfortable.

Seto gave him a glance and started forward Ryou hesitated a moment not knowing what to do before he followed nervously behind. They ended up in a spacious bathroom light with a bright florescent light that burned his eyes. Running water made it's way to his ears and he turned to where Seto was leaning over the bathtub, checking to see if it wasn't to warm.

"Strip." Seto told him not looking at him Ryou's eyes went comically wide and his face turned a dark red.

"What!" He squeaked unsure he had heard the other boy right.

Well there is the first half of the story the other half will be put up soon after I get some more time. School is just starting for me ((Regular school)) No more 3 day weekends or 12 hour computer time a day.

I am cruel for leaving you there, but if it was any longer you might loose interest. D: Tah for now.