DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yugioh. I thought that'd be apparent, because if I did, I wouldn't be working at a Chinese fast-food place for free food and fraps and five bucks a week. Oh well, that's the price I pay for living in my family. n.n;

A/N: Out on my profile a while ago, I promised an AU YnBxRB story. This is not it. But the other one's coming…

Green, Black, White

Amane tugged at the pleated skirt, anxiously waiting for someone to answer the door. Was this the right mansion? But how could he miss the mansion? After all… it seemed to be the only mansion in town. But… There was no one there. The place seemed desolate, almost haunted.

And his shoes were still filled with liquid…

Amane had taken a step back when all of a sudden the door swung open, and he was eye to chest of a tall young man. He blushed. The man had a nice chest…

There was a gasp, accompanied by an, "Amane? What happened to you?"

With that, Amane was suddenly pulled into a tight embrace.

So warm… so familiar… But who…?

"Ano… does Amane know you?" Warm body froze up.

"Amane… You don't know me?"

Amane didn't know what to say to that. "Ano…"

Suddenly, Amane was held out at arms length, looking up into sapphire eyes, filled with emotion.

"You… switched again?" he was asked softly.

Does he even know you?

"Ano…" Amane stammered. "Ano… Does Amane know you? Because if he-she's being troublesome, she could leave…" Amane took a step back.

"No! Amane, stay!" His wrist was grabbed, and he was soon dragged inside the mansion.

Wow…

The mansion was big. It was huge. It was decorated lavishly, lush carpets rolled out along the beautiful hard wood floor. "The house is so big…"

The taller male looked over his shoulder, smirking at his awed companion. "Well, it is a mansion after all."

"Oh. That's true." Amane padded along besides the taller male, his Mary-Janes clicking on the floors, and wet socks squishing in the shoes. At the staircase, the tall man stopped, turning to look down at Amane. Or, more specifically, Amane's shocks and shoes.

He pointed. "Take those off right now."

Amane blinked. And suddenly shivered, finally noting the fact that it was late October and all he was wearing was a skirt, a loose flannel, and wet footwear.

Socks are squishy…But he can't… Can't risk looking away from you…

The tall man sighed, pushing Amane onto the stairs. "Oof."

In two quick moves, he pulled Amane's shoes off. More gently, he pulled Amane's socks off, one by one. Amane couldn't keep his eyes away from the blue eyes of the other's.

So blue he wants to drown in them…

Shivering at his newly exposed and wet skin, he looked away, blushing lightly.

"You know Amane…" the smaller boy murmured. "Who are you?"

"Come on, let's get you upstairs."

Amane was swept up, bridal style, and carried up there. "But you didn't answer hi- her… question."

Amane was greeted by silence, and a clicking of expensive shoes on linoleum.

Why doesn't he answer? Mysterious stranger with beautiful blue eyes…

"You went and got all bloody again," he finally said. "You'll have to wash it out… and you just temporarily dyed your hair too. What a shame."

"Bloodied?" Amane squeaked. "Again?"

Tall man sighed. "Joking, Amane." He opened a door with one hand, carrying Amane inside and dumping him on the bed. Amane squeaked as he began unbuttoning the flannel. The tall man froze.

Smiling weakly, he stood up again, off the bed. "I'm sorry. You don't know me anymore, do you?" He blinked, eyes slightly wet. "You can use the bathroom there," he said, pointing, "And you have clothes in the drawer right there." He pointed to the lower left drawer of his dresser. "I'll go get your socks and shoes. Mokuba will be wondering what they are." The man stood up and walked to the door. He was about to turn the handle, when he turned back to look at Amane.

"Listen, I know this seems all new to you, but you've been coming to this place for half a year. Do you remember Amane? The real Amane? Your sister?" Amane shook his head, no.

"All… All this one knows is that she opened her eyes in the sewer." Amane looked up, hoping this answer would appease the man.

Instead, he scowled. "You don't have to be a girl in front of me. I know the truth," he stated. "I'm the only one that knows the truth." He took a deep breath and opened the door. "I'm Seto Kaiba," he muttered swiftly, before exiting the door.

Seto… such a pretty name.

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'He was here just this morning,' Seto thought. 'How could he leave, just like that? He didn't even say good bye…'

Seto knew that the other Amane wasn't really at fault. After all, he'd told Seto already that he would soon be disappearing, replaced with another personality. The other "Amane" had never before met the personality. But… speaking in third person?

With a pang, Seto remember the first Amane. The real Amane…

'I only knew her for a few months. How could I have fallen so in love?' She'd done that to, sometimes, cutely referring her self in third person, though she more often talked first person, unlike the one now…

The socks lay out in the foyer.

Seto picked up the socks, shaking his head. He was scared for this new Amane. How would he find his way in the world now? Would his physical memory retain anything his other did? Maybe. Would he be like his other? Doubtfully. But how did his socks get wet? Why was he stained in blood? Why… "All… All this one knows is that she opened her eyes in the sewer." What was that?

But more than anything, Seto was scared for himself. A third, unexpected heartbreak. How was he going to cope with this?

And more importantly, how could he break the news to Ryou?

End notes: I didn't want to break up the story with little numbers like (!), so they're kinda mushed up here… sorry about that.

Ano- Ummm…

Third Person speech- This was taken from Marion Phauna of Shaman King. She's my favorite female Shaman, and I thought it'd be cute to have "Amane" talking like that, seeing as I'm basing a lot of her, er… his, characteristics on Mari.

Italics- Unless they are used for the accentuating effect, yes, they are Amane's thoughts.

The undressing of Amane- Seto apparently doesn't find anything wrong with undressing the younger boy, seeing that he knows he's a boy.

This one- Sometimes Kenshin speaks in third person, and he always says "This one" or "This rorouni."

Ryou- And yes, the last word in the chapter is Ryou. That was no typo.

REVIEWS:

On a first note, I have a more descriptive profile for the story (with, yes, a few spoilers,) on my bio. I also have a short essay thing about Amane at the bottom, for Satine89. (But I thought we already went over that when I let you read the first draft of Love the Player? No… Sorry, that was my long profile rant. n.n; ) BookDragon and Malikztiah are both very thankied for their support. Yes, I will continue! Oh, and, er… Straws? Cross dressing? You like James too much… (And on another note, would you be happier/less happy if it was Tao Ren I decided to cross dress?)