AlexJai: SORRY! It's been such a long time I know. My friend and I started out a new account under Ivelle (Read my stories Deal's A Deal and Falling if you like Prince of Tennis and Review!). Now I have a new motivation in writing stories! Whoo! So I'm back for good. So you will certainly expect this story to be updated regularly.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Yugioh, I just use them to my pleasing.

BEEP. BEEP.

I reached over and turned the alarm off. It was 6:30 on the Saturday of my next date. I really did not want to deal with another abrasive woman. Grudgingly, I got out of bed and trudged downstairs. As I approached the kitchen, the inviting aroma of pancakes fumed into my nose. However, I almost ran back upstairs when I saw who was cooking.

"Yami? Why are you here so early?" I asked in disbelief, wondering where my cook was.

"Mokuba was right," he responded, "you do wake up early."

I rolled my eyes and sat down at the breakfast nook. I silently studied Yami. He wore a nicely fitted lavender collared shirt and a black argyle sweater vest. His jeans were neatly pressed. Yami flipped over a pancake, and I had a peculiar warmth spread through me as I imagined him doing this every morning.

To break me from this revelry, Yami spoke up, "There's a plate for you over there. I'm making Mokuba's right now."

I looked over and saw a plate stacked with five pancakes. "Are you sure this one isn't Mokuba's?"

I didn't complain though as my stomach grumbled. I took out the bottle of syrup and the butter. Once I was settled, Yami had finished with Mokuba's, and he began to wash the frying pan.

"I have maids you know," I informed, "and cooks."

"Well not everyone lives the glamorous life," he replied now drying the dish.

I just shook my head and took a small bite of the pancakes. It was like heaven opened its gates into my mouth. "Mmm . . ."

"Good is it?" Yami asked, joining me at the table.

"It could be better," I lied, taking another bite of heaven.

Yami just rolled his eyes and watched me eat. When I looked at him, his eyes shifted away.

I took another bite and surprisingly a soft voice began to speak. "You're different than I expected."

I paused for a second. "Is that a good thing?"

A small smile rose on his face, "Well, I thought you'd be so high on your pedestal that I would have to communicate with you via video. I mean, you're still not the 'buddy' type, but it's a good thing. It's definitely a good thing."

And for the first time, I saw a hint of color grace his immaculate face. But at that instant ruining the moment my brother barged in, "YUM! Smells delicious!"

I rolled my eyes and Yami's expression changed to a grin.

"Well, I'm going to go into your closet and see if you have any decent clothes."

"I have plenty of decent clothes," I replied, assuring.

"What? Collared shirts, suit jackets, and slacks? Do you own one pair of jeans?"

"Why don't you go find out?" I seethed with a scowl.

"That's what I was going to do," Yami bit back.

"Well have fun," I hissed through gritted teeth.

"I will," Yami rebuked, leaving the kitchen out of my sight.

I bitterly took another bite, but then the sudden thought of Yami's sneaky self exploring my closet entered my mind more clearly. Without a word to Mokuba I abruptly stood up and hurried out of the room.

My room had never seemed further as I almost ran to it. Finally I reached it and upon opening the door, the sound of opening and closing of drawers reached my attentive ears. I listened for something else – an amused snicker or a disgusted gasp. There was nothing.

As I approached the closet, I peered in to find Yami standing in the spacious room, clothes lined along one wall and drawers covering the other.

"Find any?" I asked, stepping into my closet.

"This was unexpected, but you don't have a pair," he responded, but then gave me a delighted smile, "You have hundreds."

I chuckled. Of course I had hundreds. "Any of them decent?"

"These ones will do," Yami replied, holding up a dark pair of jeans. With them in hand, he walked in to my bedroom and added, "But you don't have any decent shirts."

I watched him as he folded the pair and set them in a small suitcase. Socks and a pair of boxers were already neatly folded inside it.

"You went through my underwear?" I asked, incredulously.

"That is another thing you have hundreds of."

I felt heat vastly spread up to my face. "I can pick out my own underwear!"

"Hm," Yami just grunted, completely ignoring me while zipping the suitcase closed. He then sat on the bench at the end of my bed. "You should take a shower then we can be on our way."

I shook my head at how casual and disrespectful he could be to me. I mean, I'm Seto Kaiba! The richest man in Japan!

Obeying the informal little bastard, I went through the doors inside the closet that led to the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and turned the shower on. While it was heating up, I quickly stripped off my pajamas. The shower was burning hot as I stepped into it. Soothing steam rose into my face and I began to thoroughly wash my hair.

The stinging water on my back felt relaxing. Before I realized it, my thoughts began to drift to a certain someone. He was the only person besides Mokuba that addressed me so carefree. But even Mokuba speaks with appraisal towards me.

His voice is always soaked with that underlying dictatorial tone. His eyes are filled with a prudent arrogance. Despite his attitude though, he was a very attractive man. Women must always circle around him, especially since he probably knows all the right words to say.

My thoughts began to roam to how Yami always wore nicely fitted clothes. His pants weren't baggy, but they weren't extremely tight either. They were loose, but tight enough to make out the form beneath them.

I felt an erotic heat elevate in me and I looked down.

"Dammit," I cursed, quickly switching the temperature to a freezing cold.

When I got out of the shower, I kept thinking about how I became aroused from simple thoughts of Yami. Was I that horny? I guess it had been a couple months since I had sexual relations. But Yami? Maybe it was the idea of anyone wearing adequate pants.

I dried myself best I could and wrapped the towel around my waist. I walked out of the bathroom into the closet. In one of the drawers, I pulled out a pair of black pants and boxers. Over on the wall with the clothes hanging, I pulled down a plain slate gray T-shirt.

I was about to drop my towel when an audible cough pierced my ears. My eyes widened and I whipped around to see Yami comfortably lounging on my bed.

"What are you still doing in here?" I asked, exasperated.

"I was going to wait for you, but if I knew you were going to give a peepshow, I would have left," he stated, slowly raising a thin eyebrow. A pert smirk was mockingly placed on his mouth.

"Peepshow? I wasn't going to give you a peep show! I didn't even know you were there!" I explained, very incensed.

"You don't check your surroundings before you get dressed?" he inquired provoking me further.

"No!" I exclaimed. "When you live in a high-security mansion, you don't tend to think about those things."

"Well, maybe you should," he retorted.

I clenched my fists. I had enough of his talk.

Still tense with anger, I marched over to my bed and roughly grabbed the front of his vest. I yanked his light form off the bed and pulled him up so his face was inches from mine. His tiptoes were barely grazing the ground.

"Listen, you," I snarled, vehemently. "I will not tolerate your smart-ass talk anymore! If you even whisper something that slightly resembles smugness, I will fire you!"

I sent him my best glare.

A few seconds passed where he stared at me, stunned. It wasn't a scared stunned, though. It was something else.

Finally his expression changed to his usual smirk. "I didn't know you were so strong."

I growled and threw him back on the bed, stomping away to the closet, yelling, "Get out of my room! Wait for me downstairs!"

As he exited the room, he called back to me, "Don't take long to get dressed! And it's amazing how your towel stayed on through that whole fiasco!"

I stood there in embarrassment realizing I was rampaging around in only a towel. No wonder he didn't take me seriously.

Finally I dropped my towel on the floor, mumbling, "Peepshow . . . he wishes."

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Yami took me to a small, brick building with no sign in front. Was it abandoned?

However, when we entered, the floor was enameled with embellished parquet. The walls had black, reflective glass. The only old thing about this place was the smell, but even that was trying to be covered up with a lavender aroma. I watched the walls that mirrored me following Yami to an open room.

"What is this place?" I asked, continuing to observe my surroundings. The only other thing in the room was a leather couch against one of the walls.

"It's a place I renovated for occasions like these," Yami informed me. He then pointed to a door on the right. "Inside there is a table for two for scenario situations. The door on the left has the bathroom."

My mind stayed on his former sentences. "Occasions like these? Scenario situations?"

"Yeah," he replied, shrugging his shoulders. "It's to help those who are lacking in the social area."

I glowered at him, but he wasn't looking. His focus was behind me.

"Welcome, Anzu," Yami greeted, brushing past me.

I turned around and saw a plain looking girl. She had short brown hair and blue eyes that weren't as vibrant as mine.

"Hi, Yami!" the girl smiled, pulling Yami in a hug.

I almost wanted to snicker as the girl was taller than Yami.

When they were done with their little salutations, Yami pulled her over to me and introduced us. "Anzu, this is the infamous Seto Kaiba. Kaiba, this is my good friend Anzu."

I grudgingly shook her hand, but didn't bother putting on a fake smile.

"And what is she here to do?" I turned my attention to Yami. For some reason, I didn't like the idea of this girl.

"You are going to use her to practice your social skills on," Yami answered.

"So be nice," the girl chirped with a distasteful grin.

"Yes, be nice," Yami repeated, giving me the 'and if you don't I'll kill you' smile.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine."

"Alright, then. Let's begin." Yami led us to the middle of the room. "First, is the greeting. This effects everything. If you're too friendly, it makes a girl think you're desperate or want something more from her. If you're too mean, well, you know all about that."

I glared at him, but like always, he ignored me.

"So Kaiba, pretend Anzu is Hisa, who you are meeting tonight. Remember, not too friendly, not too mean."

I shook my head at this insanity. How was I supposed to pretend this girl was Hisa? I looked down on the girl, trying to use my imagination.

"Hello, I'm Ka-"

"Cut!" Yami shouted. "If you're going to introduce yourself, give her your first and last name."

I bit my lip but tried again. "Hello, I'm Seto Kaiba. And you are?"

"Cut!" Yami interrupted again. "Don't say that! Let her give you her name in response. Don't demand it from her!"

This time I gritted my teeth. Was he going to be doing this the whole time?

"Hello, I'm Seto Kaiba." I stopped right there and waited.

"I'm Anzu Mazaki. Nice to meet you," she replied, sending me another huge flash of teeth.

I paused right there. "Now what?" I asked Yami.

"Cut!" Yami snapped. "Now what? Now you say, 'Nice to meet you, too,' and shake her hand. Then you lead her over to the table! It's common sense!"

This time I also snapped. "How am I supposed to know what to do? I don't go prancing around greeting every person I meet!"

"Well how'd you pick up women before?" Yami asked, folding his arms and waiting for me to respond.

"Certainly not this way," I grumbled.

"Well then show me your way."

When I looked at him he had that challenging stare. Did Yami really underestimate me? How else did I get all those women to melt? It wasn't just by my looks . . . okay, maybe it was and the fact that I am filthy rich. But, I still know how to ensnare a woman.

"I will." I accepted his challenge and turned my focus back to the girl.

Becoming my suave self, I gave the girl a small smile. "Good evening." I tenderly lifted her hand and bent over to place a gentle kiss on it. When I stood back up I added in a soothing voice, "My name is Seto Kaiba."

I triumphantly saw a bright tint of red on the girl's face. "U-uh . . ." she stuttered, still looking down on her hand. This was a cinch.

With the biggest boastful grin, I looked at Yami who scowled. "Do I pass?" I asked him, still elated.

"Only if you can keep this up all night," he sighed. Then his eyes shifted over to the still stunned girl. "Anzu!" he barked.

The girl shook her head and with surprised eyes, looked at Yami.

I couldn't resist snickering this time. "I need to use the bathroom," I declared, leaving the two.

After I dried my hands with a paper towel, I went to open the door but halted. I heard the girl talking to Yami in a supposed hush voice.

"He is so sexy, Yami."

"I'm sure." I could make out his sarcasm.

"I'm surprised you haven't made a move on him."

What? Why would Yami make a move on me? I'm a guy.

"Anzu, I've told you millions of times. I don't date my clients. I'm trying to help them find love with other people."

"Who said they couldn't find love with you?"

"Anzu, just drop it."

At this, I opened the door and came to see the two sitting on a leather loveseat. They both turned their gazes onto me. Yami gave me an extra suspicious look as if he knew I overheard them.

To break the awkward silence, I cleared my throat. "Shall we go then?"

"Yeah," Yami stood up from the couch and the girl kept giving me an appreciative look.

"Then let's leave," I said, striding out of the room and away from her.

"See ya, Anzu," I heard Yami call.

When we were outside I had to ask him, even though I already knew the answer. "Does she like me?"

Yami replied with a roll of his eyes, "Too much."

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The next place we went to was a small boutique. Yami said I needed to find a suitable shirt for tonight.

"How about this one?" I suggested, holding up a black shirt.

"I said light, happy colors!" Yami exclaimed for what must have been the hundredth time. I actually enjoyed making him frustrated as I searched out another black shirt to hold up.

As I reached for another one, I heard an ecstatic voice shout, "Finally!"

When I saw what exactly made Yami so happy, an automatic grimace came on my face when he held up a baby pink collared shirt.

"No," was all I said.

Yami narrowed his eyebrows before informing, "They have this in different colors, besides black." On those last two words he shot me a knowing look.

I ignored his look and went over to him. "Hm . . ." I pretended to be interested. I was about to decline this suggestion but then I spotted the perfect color. I reached out and grabbed it. "This one."

"Light blue?" Yami asked, astounded but pleased.

Light blue. My favorite color.

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I was currently in the dressing room. Yami made me try the shirt on with my whole outfit. The light blue collared shirt fit perfectly but there was still something missing.

"What's taking so long?" Yami knocked on the door, impatiently.

"It doesn't look right," I contested, turning side to side studying myself in the mirror.

"Let me come in," Yami ordered.

"No!" I disputed. "Two men in a changing room? It'll give people the wrong idea."

I heard a frustrated sigh come from the other side of the door. "The only other person in this store is the lady in the front. She knows I wouldn't do that in public."

I thought for a moment and complied. I unlocked the door and opened it for Yami. When he stepped in I gave one more cautious look to make sure no one was watching.

"Now what's wrong?" Yami asked, examining me.

"The shirt doesn't look right," I clarified.

His attention went to the shirt. "It fits perfectly."

"I know." I smoothed out the shirt. "It just . . .doesn't look right," I repeated.

Yami closely analyzed the whole outfit. A few 'Hm's' and 'Ah's'. "I got it," he exclaimed.

He approached me and began to roll the sleeves of the shirt up to my elbow. He paused and checked me over again. Then he continued by taking the right bottom of the shirt and only tucking the front of that side in my pants.

As his nimble hands were carefully moving in my pants, my mind kept wondering to this morning in the shower. Then it wondered to the conversation earlier. Why would that girl assume Yami would be interested in me? Was . . . was he . . .

When he was done, Yami stepped back and he nodded his head in satisfaction. "Now you look perfect."

My mind was still on my thoughts and my eyes were centered on the shorter man before me. When Yami saw I didn't look in the mirror, he returned my gaze and gave me a curious look. His curious expression then turned to acknowledgement.

"You heard us talking didn't you?" he questioned quietly.

"Yes," I softly replied.

"And?"

I didn't know why our voices were so hushed. Maybe this was a forbidden topic to approach.

"Are you?" I asked, hoping he would know what I was implying.

"Am I what?"

"Are you . . . gay?" When I said this last word, Yami's eyes flickered for a second.

"If I am?"

"Then you are."

Silence enveloped the dressing room before Yami answered firmly. "Yes."

"Oh," Was all I could say. I expected myself to give him a repulsive sneer or even a 'Get away from me.' But all I did was continue to stare at him.

Yami's eyes drifted to my shirt again. "There's one more thing," he spoke in a normal voice as if we didn't have that one minute conversation a second ago.

He came closer to me again and I could feel my heart begin to beat faster. I could feel his hands begin to undo the top button of the shirt. A painful bump rose in my throat as he undid another button. Was he undressing me? Now that I knew he was gay did he assume I wanted him?

"That's better," he approved, interrupting my distressed thoughts. When I looked down, I saw the top two buttons undone. "Now you look casual, yet sexy."

Sexy? He said I look sexy? I could feel an unwelcome heat invade my cheeks. He was still close to me, our bodies only inches apart. The sensual thoughts that filled my head earlier today came back.

My eyes slowly rose up to gaze into those amethysts that seemed to hold uneasiness. As if a magnet was pulling me closer, I began to lean in. I heard an intake of breath come from him and now my lips were centimeters away from his.

"Is everything alright in there?" a woman's concerned voice asked, rapping on the door.

We both jumped apart in alarm. Now my heart was racing a thousand kilometers an hour in anxiety.

"W-we're f-fine," Yami stammered, clearly startled himself.

"Okay, let me know if you need anything," the intrusive woman said.

I stood there, trying to calm myself down. A few deep breaths later and I was able to form some words. "We should leave now."

Yami looked at his watch. "Yeah, it's late. You have to be at the restaurant in an hour."

I just nodded my head in nervous agreement before quickly going to the door and opening it. He followed, but not too closely.

After I paid for the shirt, we were about to exit the store when the woman called out in amusement, "Yami, I never thought you were the type to do that in public!"

TO BE CONTINUED . . .

I thought that since it's been such a long time that I updated, I'd try to make up for it by combining two chapters into one! Anywho, please review because something juicy almost happened.