DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yugioh. Don't you think I'd rather be in Japan?
A/N: Er... I lost this for a while, and I came up with an interluding chapter. Hmm... The names for the chapters aren't much original, ne? They came from Perplexed... The interluding chapter will be put up next. I think it makes sense for it to come after this chapter rather than before it.
Green, Black, White
"Hey Seto-chan," a too cheery voice announced. Seto groaned and grimaced as he straightened up and hid Amane's shoes behind him as he turned around.
"Well if it isn't my favorite cousin," Seto stated with an over-controlled voice. Before him stood a certain raven haired game inventor, with his left hand buried in his hair while the right twirled a bang, grinning like the leech he was.
"I'm your only cousin, Seto-chan," Otogi Ryuuji pointed out, stepping foreward to poke at Seto.
"How'd you get in?" Seto asked calmly, though a hint of anoyance tainted it. He could already guess, though.
"Mokuba let me in." Otogi walked over to a statue and picked it up. "Is this the Blue Eyes White Dragon? It's solid gold." Otogi rapped his knuckles against the golden object, and then put it down. He paced the foyer with his arms behind his back. "Hmm... This place needs a little bit of upkeep. Why don't you have any maids or anything?" Otogi inspected the stair banister for invisable dust.
"Otogi, you've been my cousin for-" Rudely, he was cut off.
"Eight-teen years today and counting, Seto-chan!" Otogi perked as he saw his cousin's hands clasped behind his back. He slyly stepped over to get a better vantage point. "Today's the Twenty-fifth! It's Seto-chan's birthday! Let's all celebrate with-!"
"Otogi Ryuuji's head being stuck in the toilet!" Seto replied sarcastically. Otogi grinned, taking a step to the side as Seto closed his eyes and counted to ten.
"Oh come on, you know you don't mean it..." Otogi lept forth and snatched a shoe from Seto's grip.
Soon, he found himself pinned to the wall effortlessly. "Otogi, if you spent less time trying to piss people off, you wouldn't be getting the beating that's headed towards you," Seto growled in a low tone. "Give it."
With a squeak, Otogi smartly handed back the shoe. As his feet touched the floor, he tossed his ebony hair. "Oh come on, Seto, you know you love me."
"Only because I've had to put up with you every minute of my life," Seto replied over his shoulder as he ascended the stairs. He didn't bother asking the other teen to make himself at home, knowing full well the boy would anyways.
Mmm... The water is warm.
Amane turned the water off, stepping of the shower. As he dried himself off with a warm, fluffy towel, he looked at his reflection again. He could understand how he may have been mistaken for a girl. He had the delicate features of one, and long hair that characterized a girl. But his eyes...
Did it hurt to change the color?
He also couldn't help wondering... what was his original eye color? But besides that, his eyes were such an unnatural color. It was kind of scary... How could Seto just look him in the eyes and not... feel weird or anything?
Amane picked out another skirt and a band T-shirt to wear. He wondered if maybe he should use a bra... Blushing although no one was there, he clipped it on.
"Amane?" Seto asked, rapping his knuckles against the door. With a squeak, Amane dived behind the bed. From his vantage point, he saw Seto walk in, dressed in gray slacks and a formfitting, ribbed, and black turtle neck. He cradled Amane's shoes and socks in his hands. "Amane?" he asked again.
"Here," Amane voiced, poking his head over the side of the bed.
Seto smiled, making Amane feel all warm and fuzzy. "What are you doing back there?"
"He hasn't got a shirt on."
"Why hide? I know you're a boy," Seto stated, placing the shoes and socks carefully on the dresser.
"I'm wearing a bra. It's embarrassing." With another squeak, Amane was pulled to his feet.
"Don't worry about. Even the original Amane didn't bother with those things. She was too flat to use them." Seto reached around the boy to unclip the bra, tossing it to the side. Amane flushed deeply.
He's so nice, and warm... Wait, what am I thinking? I'm a boy, aren't I?
Amane shook his head to clear his thoughts as Seto walked over to his bed table, rummaging around for something. "Amane, my cousin's here. You should hurry up and get dressed." Seto pulled out a silver picture frame from the mess that consisted of books and old alarm clocks.
"What is it?" Amane asked, walking over as he pulled on a shirt to take a look.
"A picture." A picture it was. Imediately, Amane's eyes sought out Seto, who stood on the very left, arms crossed with an expression that said, "What the hell am I doing here?" He wore a pair of leather pants and a black turtleneck, over which a long and sleeveless white flannel was worn open. Around his neck was a bass guitar strap- connected to a blue and white bass, of course- and hanging on his shoulder was a raven-haired emerald eyed boy, who wore his said hair in a pony tail and a red headband, with a black pair of pants and tank top, red vest over it. He also had a guitar hung on him, this one a red and black color. Around this boy's neck was the arm of another, a tame by comparison blond in only a T-shirt and blue jeans. In his other hand, the blond held out a pair of drumsticks, in a v-shape, as he grinned goofily at the camera. Since there was no one attached to his other side, Amane looked at the right hand side of the picture.
Grinning like the devil was a handsome tan foreigner, who's hand held the head of yet another guitar that was propped on the ground beside him. He wore a white hoodie and a pair of baggy khaki cargoes while his lavender eyes flashed maliciously at the camera. His hair was slightly spiked, though those spikes hung limp from his head. To his left, he leaned slightly against another boy. This one had on a lot of belts, buckles, and leather. He wore a school uniform jacket around his neck like a cape, and his crimson-violet eyes were a shocking color. His hair was also strange too, black lined with purple and spikes that jutted out like a starfish's arms. His bangs were a blond, and hung in his eyes, making him seem more mysterious and seductive. Amane stifled a giggle. This tri-color haired one held nothing, but his left arm was wrapped around the platinum blond foreigner's shoulder, with his right hand giving a V sign- V for Victory, right?
Amane looked up at Seto expectingly. Pointing at the people, he named them. "Malik Ishtar, hails from Egypt. Plays rythm. Atemu "Yami" Pharo, half Egyptian. Vocals. Katsuya "Jou" Jounouchi, probably part American. First blond I'd ever met. Drums. Ryuuji Otogi, my lovely cousin. Lead guitar. And, of course, me on bass." Amane noticed a tattoo under Otogi's eye. "Ah, we almost got into the whole visual kei thing," Seto explained. "But Yami liked his hair like that and kept it.""Visual kei, like Dir en Grey?" Amane didn't know where that question came from, but it popped out of his mouth like nothing.
"Yeah, like that, except less hard core." Seto suddenly looked at Amane, who's hands were clasped over his mouth as if he were afraid to blurt something else. "What's wrong?"
"Amane don't know who Dir en Grey is!" came Amane's replying squeak.
Kaiba laughed. "Well, you used to know a lot about them. In anycase, they're a band. I'll be you'll remember their songs when you sing them tonight."
"Amane? SING?" he asked frantically. Seto nodded solemnly. "Why?"
"We're having a party tonight. It's a joint of a birthday party for me, and a celebrating on getting a new member for Sennen..." Seto frowned. "How am I going to explain this to the guys anyways?"
Amane wasn't paying attention. As he carefully placed the frame down, another on caught his eye. Holding his breath, he picked it up, running his hand over the picture.
Amane...
His sister wore a pair of tight jeans and a ribbed tank top. She leaned against a railing behind her, and, true to Seto's word, was completely flat chested. But she smiled anyways, lengthy white hair flowing as she fingered something golden around her neck.
It was a pendant, in the shape of a Horus Eye.
Was this what he was looking for? No, it couldn't be.
"So, you knew Amane's sister?"
Seto nodded, coming up behind the other boy. Ryou stood rigid, hand frozen. Seto could tell that Ryou demanded an explanation; if he knew Amane, shouldn't he know her brother back then? Back when... He was there?
"Amane," Seto began, "Never told me about you. I don't know what she was thinking... I met... I met you at her funeral..."
"What happened to Amane?" Ryou asked.
"What? I don't know. No body seemed to know. Her boy wasn't available for burying."
Ryou blinked. "Then why a funeral?"
"More of a memorial service, really," Seto replied.
Ryou fingered the necklace in the picture. "What is this?"
Seto thought for a moment, his hand flying up to his throat, playing with a golden chain as he replied, "Amane's pendant."
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End notes:
October 25 is Seto's birthday, according to most of my sources.
Band T-shirt- The guy that sits next to me in math always wears band shirts. I also read from Sen-Tay, whose characters near always wear band shirts. T-shirts that advertise the bands, you know. I wonder whose band Ryou is promoting?
Atemu "Yami" Pharo- Atemu, if you've never learned yet, is Yami no Yuugi's ancient Egyptian name. Yami's his nickname. Pharo is a kid in my math teacher's C period class' last name. n.n I decide to use it.
Visual kei- I got this idea from this HoroxRen fanfiction/doujinshi project I found... somewhere on the net. (Haha... Straws will kill me for even considering looking at that stuff.) In it, Ren, Yoh, Faust, and Horohoro make up a visual kei band, and Ren sings! (Thinks about how hot he looks in the pics, and gets whacked by Straws. x.x) Ah, well... Ever read Othello? In the editor notes, there's a short paragraph about the make-up band. That's the same thing, I think. They dress up with make-up and do their hair all crazy and everything... The visual effect ends up pretty cool.
Dir en Grey- If I'm not mistaken, this group is definitely visual kei. I listen to their music, and it appeals to me (even though I don't understand a word). I read, on the net, translations for their songs, which are actually full of anguish. They actually are pretty creepy though. One song starts out with a baby's cries, and then there's a creepy whisper... (shivers) but it's cool. However, I recently saw a music video. Grotesque. It opened with dead bodies lying around in blood, and Kyo (the singer) was gagging on a slimy green tongue or something. It was cool looking though. It sort of reminds me of Saw (which I've seen more recently than the vid).
Amane's pendant- It's the Eye! Sennen Eye! And Seto-kun has it... why? Hmm... Seth's father (AE) had the Sennen Eye, so I gave it to him here. n.n! (I know, why not the rod? We'll see it later.)
REVIEWS:
On a first note, I have gotten rid of the longer summary. I should write a Ren-crossdressing fic for Satine89 ... O, and Misura reviewed! I feel happy whenever Misura reviews me, because that means she looks at my profile to review my stories (either that, or checks the Just In constantly), and it makes me feel happy to know that someone does that besides Straws. But that's different, because Straws has me on her favs list, so she can click on me whenever, but Misura doesn't, so does that mean she goes to my profile by typing (or having saved) it on her browser. Am I right? Or wrong? Anyways... Book Dragon likes this story alot. Keeps telling me to update. She's very excited, I can tell.