Well, I'm back again…hello, hello. It's nice to see you all-! Here's the third chapter, and I'm glad that I've finally gotten it out there; this might be the last chapter for a while. School starts on September 7 for me, I really need to stop worrying about my fics and start worrying about my schedule! But, hell, it's just way too tempting.

This chapter is a little deep…please don't hate me…

And as a quick side note, I hope you all got my e-mails, (it was annoying, but it worked). And an even quicker note to marikslildevil, I tried to e-mail you, but the Mailer Daemon kept coming up that there was no account under your given address…it was weird…so, sorry, if you thought I forgot about you! I didn't! It's just my sad, sad, computer…(and if you have another account, you could give me that address if you want).

Enjoy, everyone!

Warning: Extreme adult themes. Yaoi, malexmale, homosexuality…you guys get the idea from former chapters, don't you? Don't you!

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.

Chapter Three: Just Weird

Days seem like years when you're about to die. I knew I was about to die. I could feel death everywhere…sneaking around the fringes of everything. No matter what I did, the edges of my vision seemed coated in death.

I began to become paranoid about it. I would sit there in my office, then suddenly—I would think I'd see someone standing in a corner of my vision, turn my head fast enough to get whiplash, only to be staring at an empty wall.

"That's…weird…I could have sworn…" I said to myself. It was Friday night. Two hours before my flight to Nagasaki. My office was light up despite it being 7:00, (the nights were getting longer…another sign of ultimate death), and the ticking of some clock were all that I heard in the fake lighting. My blue eyes rolled around in my head searching an empty room for signs of life. Eventually I gave up and went back to work.

I was trying not to think about what I would be doing in four hours. I was trying to think that this was the only task I would be completing for the rest of the night. It was not working.

Toshokama. He obviously had something planned for me tonight—other than the sex—just like he did last time. Would he give me the full $80,000 plus the rest? I did the math in my head. $674,000. That would be good enough…if only I could be sure that he was honest with me. Sadly, that would never happen.

And then there was the act…I remembered only too well what had happened the last time…Would he be as rough on me? I still hurt from that ordeal. He must know that, would he enjoy my pain? Probably. I could say almost definitely.

At this thought, my fingers lost the power to move and I abruptly stopped typing. My eyelids closed and I laid my head in my hands. It was all so…

No. It wasn't hopeless just yet. It could be a lot worse. Of course it could. I just had to get through this…maybe that $674,000 would be the final sum of revival for my company, it just needed one push to get back on its feet, after all. I ignored the fact that the overall worth of stock had slipped to $36 since Monday.

Suddenly, the sound of the phone ringing burst through my hearing and startled me out of my lament. I jumped back in my chair.

After thoroughly reminding my heart to beat and my lungs to breathe, I looked at the offending phone. Caller ID labeled the man as "Jonouchi Yoshiho" and listed his phone number. I frowned. "Jonouchi"? My thoughts went back to the mutt…his face looming in my mind with one of his pathetic smiles plastered everywhere, probably giving someone the peace sign or a "thumbs-up". And then the guilt…it squirmed through me as I thought of Jonouchi showing up to school with a black and blue nose and a nasally voice on my account. I remembered my blatant lose of control in front of everyone, the shame that accompanied it. Thank God I just hadn't broken it, otherwise I would have a law suit on my hands…

But I quickly pushed thoughts of Wheeler from my mind when I saw this Jonouchi Yoshiho on the line for me. It was probably just some stupid coincidence.

"Moshi moshi?" I said, picking up the noisy thing and pressing the connection button.

"Kaiba-san! It's so nice to finally get in touch with you!" The voice was easy going and light. He sounded friendly, apt to please, wanting so much to get to know you. Confidence rang clear, but it was not a smug kind of confidence, it was more like a natural thing. There was something about this voice that made you want to listen, a part of you said, "Why not? He sounds nice enough." I was sure suddenly that he had a lot of friends.

I sighed. He was probably a salesman. Or an over-eager, wannabe partner. "Well who are you?"

"Oh, hai, of course! How rude of me not to introduce myself. My name is Jonouchi Yoshiho—President of Oniisan Industries?" Big Brother Industries? What exactly did this guy make a living with? "We're a corporation, just like yourself, that specializes in making infant toys and equipment. Like, baby carriages and strollers, and—.."

"I get the picture, Jonouchi-san."

"Right. Of course. My apologies. Anyway, to get right to the point…I hear that your company has not been doing so well of late. Is that true?"

I blinked and became apprehensive. What was the point of lying? He could just find out for himself in any reputable business magazine. "You could say that, I suppose."

The man made a sympathetic sound like, "Mmm," then went on with, "I'm so sorry to hear that, Kaiba-san. Truly I am. However, I th…" It sounded like he put his mouth away from the phone for a second as his voice faded out. I pressed the receiver to my ear. "…may have a proposition for you." He stopped.

"I'm listening." Suddenly he had my interest. But it was probably nothing, I told myself not to get my hopes up. Yet, I couldn't help it…my heart rose with my spirits, (though my voice remained indifferent).

"Well, I hear from a man named Toshokama that you're in the habit of selling your…pleasurable company…for money, is that not correct, Kaiba-san?"

My heart dropped suddenly. Anger rose instead. And hate. "Never call here again," I said and slammed the phone down, cutting him off abruptly.

How dare he? How DARE he? How DARE HE? Those were the thoughts in my mind. What in all the hells gave Toshokama the right to go spreading around my business? Of course, we never signed any agreement that it would be taboo, but…I assumed it would be a secret…

Who was I kidding? Toshokama was not bound to give me respect. In fact, it was the exact opposite. He didn't have to give me anything—especially not humanity.

I swallowed. Who else knew? This was such a nightmare…and I would keep feeding it. I would keep feeding this nightmare with my own body. It would feast on my very flesh to satisfy itself. Eating and eating…digesting my being. Like the filth that ate through me, so would this horrid situation. A parasite. An infection. A cannibal…

The phone rang again. Once again, I jumped. Caller ID: Jonouchi Yoshiho. This man was not a quitter, it seemed.

I answered it. "I told you never to call here again."

A venomous voice answered me. "I don't like being hung up on, Kaiba-san…you'd do well to know that for future." This voice surprised me. For one split second I wondered if it was the same man. Then I realized it had to be; that he could change his voice at will like every other person alive on the planet. But it was so shocking, the difference. One was like a friend, one was a like a murderer. Is that what he was, a murderer? Killer of prostitutes? I blinked and tried to shake the icy feeling creeping into my blood stream. An injection of fear, straight to the heart, courtesy of Jonouchi-san. It was like a prescription. Curing what?

"I don't her an apology coming from your end, Kaiba-san…" Who the hell did this guy think he was, anyway?

"And you won't," I told him directly. Let's be reasonable.

Silence. Then a shrieking laugh and his voice turned friendly again. "Oh, but I do love a boy that has a little life to him. Let's just forget that last display of rudeness, shall we?"

"Whatever you say." I leaned back in my chair, interested to see how far he would go for this. Of course I would never agree no matter what he flaunted. I wasn't a dollar whore, remember.

"Good. Now…as I was saying, it is true what Toshokama said about you, isn't it?"

"Decide that for yourself."

"But I asked you."

"But you already know the answer." I had gotten him there. He didn't know what to do with that.

So he offered me another shaky laugh, one that wasn't quite as confident as the one he had thrown around before. "Ahh…but you are too right, Kaiba-san. I am free tomorrow night. 1:00 a.m. Should we say…oh, I don't know…$3,000?"

I smirked at first. Then my smirk turned into an all-out cackle. He kept questioning what was so funny, but I just kept laughing. Finally I said, "$3,000? Oh, Toshokama does much better than that, Jonouchi. I suppose I should thank you, though, for your attempt. It was highly amusing."

"Fine, then, name your price, sir."

Just like I had gotten him with the truth earlier, he caught me with this request. Name my price? Name my…price? …Name…price… I thought randomly of all the things I could ask for, (all thoughts of denying him shattered with these three words)…

Then he said, "Within the range of a billion, I should say, of course. But anything from $999,999,999 to $0.01 is for you."

My throat went dry. I was already thinking of my previous plans for tomorrow night in spite of myself. What were they…oh. I had promised Mokuba I would go see a movie with him. I couldn't break that promise. He was my little brother, of course.

Then again…I could see a movie with Mokuba any time. Any time at all. The movies were always open, we could go the very next day if he wanted. I just had to do this one thing…just this one thing and then I would give my brother everything he asked for.

"Kaiba-san?" Jonouchi prompted. "Are you still there, Good Man?"

I was about to name my price, just like instructed, when Mokuba walked in, as if on cue. He just walked right up to me and said, "Hey Seto!" very brightly. Then he realized I was on the phone and corrected himself with, "Oh…gomen, I didn't see the phone…" in a hushed whisper.

I closed my eyes. How could I possibly give up Mokuba just for the chance of some price? Any price in the world wasn't enough to sell out Mokuba. Especially at the cost of what I needed to do for that money…

"Gomen nasai, Jonouchi-san. I do not believe I'm free tomorrow night."

"Now wait just a moment! I agreed to give you anything you asked for in exchange—.."

"I'm going to hang up now, Jonouchi. Is there anything else you wish to say?"

Silence once more. Then an exasperated sigh. "Iie. Enjoy your plans. I know when I'm defeated. But I'll be back, I can promise you that, Kaiba-san. Don't forget about me. Sayonara." He hung up violently.

Smiling to myself at my victory—(over who I couldn't quiet decide: Myself or Jonouchi?)—I placed the phone down gently and turned to face Mokuba.

"Hey, Mokuba," I greeted.

"Gomen, Seto. I didn't see the phone before."

I looked into innocent, truly sorry purple eyes. He was standing in front of my desk wringing his hands, desperate for the approval of a big brother he had lost a long time ago. He had lost him in an entirely different matter than this present one, so many years back…and he wasn't so much as lost as he was stolen. The exact culprit of the theft was still being calculated. But the deed was still done.

My brother's eyes weighed heavily on my infected soul. "It was nothing, Mokuba. A minor mistake with no consequences. Think nothing of it, alright?"

His eyes went perky again. "Ok, Seto!"

My smile was thin, barely there.

Mokuba went to go sit on the couch and watch T.V. as he did so often in my office—(why exactly there was a television in a Kaiba Corp. office is not understood)—and asked offhandedly, but oh-so-hopefully, "Are we still on for tomorrow night?"

"Of course, Mokuba. I wouldn't trade it for the world."

He didn't know how literal that was.

Later on in the evening, aboard my flight, I sat staring out the window of the plane watching the night clouds break against the wings Once again I had gotten a window seat. And thank god because I didn't know what I would do if I had to sit between two other people…

The man next to me was reading a newspaper and every so often coughing loud enough to shake the pages in his hand. He seemed to be about 40, hair balding on top with enough weight around the middle to make his seating a tight fit. I didn't like this gentleman who resided in the endless black ink of the Daily Domino. He had a permanent frown on his face and his eyes were small and angry. I don't know how I knew it, but I knew that he would blow up at the flight attendant when she handed him the wrong drink in the middle of the flight.

"This is not nearly what I asked for, woman!" He yelled, shaking the cup of rum at her. "I asked for it to be On the Rocks not straight!"

"Gomen, sir, I see a lot of people—.."

"This is unacceptable!" He stood up. People began staring at him.

"Sir! Sir please sit down…" The seat belt sign was on. I had my head leaning against the window. From that awkward position I managed a smirk. I hoped he hit his head on the ceiling during turbulence and die because of his stupid drink. That would cheer the night up a little.

But they continued to argue about it, more attendants coming to try and console this rather inconsolable man, offering him drinks everywhere. It became rather tiresome after a while.

"Sumimasen," (Excuse me) I said after I just couldn't take it anymore. I turned to the cacophony of flight attendants and passengers before me. "But if you don't shut up I will be forced to staple your mouth shut, dear man." Of course I was speaking to my fellow traveler, not the others.

That shut him up. Quite well, if I must say so. He went back to sit down immediately after my input without one more word throughout the flight. I nodded at the attendants who seemed grateful if a little shocked that it was alright for them to get back to reality and not this parade of patronization. I felt sorry for them, but this display of victory over an irate passenger helped to boast my spirits in part before I arrived at Toshokama's home.

Before, not after.

The Toshokama Manor was not all that much different from my own, if it was a little smaller. My house had eight floors and was extremely wide. His home had seven floors, but it wasn't really that wide—just very, very tall. From the outside you could see a cathedral ceiling jutting up from the top floor. In the dark, I wasn't sure of the color, but I knew that it was not white. The mansion…the tallness of it, the color of it, the overall décor it boasted…it just gave off an aura of no forgiveness. You could tell people had been killed in this home. I don't know how or why, but I knew there were skeletons in its many closets.

Suppressing a shudder, I stepped up to the closed gates and turned on the intercom. Immediately the fat, smug face of Toshokama appeared on a black and white screen. I wasn't ready for the emotions that hit me as I stared at this man. That one night…

"Ah, Kaiba! I was hoping that you hadn't forgotten about our little rendezvous, I was actually just about to give you a call myself."

I said nothing but stared at the screen in deep and utter hate.

He noticed my silence and mimicked it by simply opening the gate and gesturing me to come towards him. The creaky sound of rusty metal subsided and I stepped through, accepting my fate as a man on Death Row gives the man permission to inject the needle.

Just the same as the previous time, I found my way to his office purely out of instinct. I didn't need a butler or a maid to direct me, I remembered it perfectly well.

Unfortunately the door to his office was already open so I had no time to collect myself before I entered. He sat there in his deep maroon suit—smoking a cigar, if you can believe that—and said, "Konbanwa, Kaiba-san."

Closing the door behind me, I jutted my chin upwards and gave my best attempt at looking brave. I felt small on the inside, ready to hide. But I would never let him see that fear, that smallness. I would give my best acting and show him I was not afraid.

A deep part of me wanted to fight this man. I wanted to just have a turn to kick him in the balls, maybe even rip said balls off so he would never want to meet like this again. I wanted to revert back to my method of self-protection: Fighting. But I would never be given this chance. And nothing would come of it except self-satisfaction, anyway. I needed the $674,000 more than I needed my pride right now.

We stared at each other once again.

"What, no words for such a kind man who gives you money so your company can be reborn?"

No love for rapists, I suppose. I would never say this.

"Iie?" he asked, eyes widening like I was a child. I remained indifferent. I refused to say anything to indulge this man of torment.

His face returned to normal. "Fine. I like it better when you're silent, anyway, Kaiba."

I gritted my teeth. I wanted to bite my tongue, make myself bleed so I wouldn't have to think about this humiliation, internal bleeding.

Now he would wait. Wait for me to undress. Wait for me to be ready. Wait for the administrations to begin.

I closed my eyes, set down my briefcase, and gave him what he was waiting for.

It hurt more this time. I don't know why…maybe because I was still healing form the first time. But damn did it hurt. I really did have to bite my tongue and make it bleed substantially just to keep from screaming. The rug dug into my fingernails as I wrapped my fist in it. My whole body clenched and unclenched with his movements. I hated how I bended to him. I wished I was stronger. I wished I could get up and beat the shit out of him right then and there, kill him even.

And suddenly I thought of Katsuya. Something he had said on Wednesday, the day after I had…accidentally…hit him square in the face. "Hey, Kaiba! What da hell happened yesterday? Did ya' forget how to be human? I bet dat happens a lot, don't it?" The way he said it, though, with such a nasally voice, the bruises shining around his noise and sinuses…I had just given him a decent retort back and thought nothing of it at the time, but now…I felt like breaking down and laughing hysterically. If you thought about it, it really was pretty funny.

So right there, with Toshokama all over me, I began to chuckle from deep within my soul. "Katsuya…" I whispered. "Baka…" (Idiot) He was cute, though, just a little cute, not a lot.

It seemed to be over more quickly after that little bout of giggles, (an extremely weird time for giggling, of course, something that Kaiba Seto did not even do, giggling, something that was unspeakably weird, even a little sick if you think about it. Someone who laughs while they're being raped. Sometimes I wonder about the depths of my sanity…are they really that shallow?), which was a true and definite blessing.

Toshokama was in basically the same apathetic manner after it was over. He did not stomp on my back or cackle at my humility. In fact, he almost seemed to ignore me after he finished.

Dressed and collected—(or as collected as I was going to get after that experience)—I stood in front of his desk with an open briefcase. He just sighed and placed the money in. It looked like a lot more than what he had doled up previously, but I was wary by his disreputability. I counted it. $80,000.

I guess I was prepared for the shock this time. I merely sighed and told him, without looking at his back—which was once again facing me, "This is only $80,000."

"And that is what we agreed on, is it not?"

"What about the rest of Monday night's payment? You said you would—.."

"I said I'd give it to you 'if you were good'. I hardly call that near-sleep performance you just gave me 'good', Kaiba-san."

Emotions rose up…anger, yes, mixed with a little bit of frustrated surrender. "What the hell do you expect from me, Toshokama?" I hated the way my voice cracked when I spoke his name. I hated myself for that.

"Better, Kaiba. I expect you to be better next time."

"Next time?" What was he…no. No, no he could think I would go back for a third round, it wasn't possible, it wasn't humanly possible. I wouldn't. I wouldn't. I just wouldn't.

"Yes, next Tuesday I believe I have a free night."

"Toshokama…I am not coming back. This was only supposed to be a one time deal when we began, I only agreed to come tonight because—.."

"Because the price was right." It was really getting annoying that he cut me off before I could finish my sentence. Unfortunately, he was right. That's what I had come back for. More money.

What kind of horrible creature was I? I had given into this…damn it.

I just stared at his back. Quiet unable to speak after this realization hit me.

He turned to face me, cigar smoking billowing around his lips, (and head, and ears, and $1,000 maroon suit). "I'll give you a full $90,000 on Tuesday…and if you start liking this arrangement, perhaps the rest of Monday night's payment."

I wondered if my eyes were as numb as I felt.

"Do the math, Kaiba. How much would that payment be?" He gasped when he figured it out. "$684,000…that is a lot of money, isn't it?"

I struggled with my emotions. "Fine. Tuesday." Giving in.

"Same time, same place, same thing—only better, right, Kaiba-san?"

I said nothing but shoved my hand in his face. He shook it.

I left, broken, doomed, dying. The death around my vision could not have been darker. Toshokama was going to keep using me until I said no. I could never say no. Not until my company was back on top.

For the first time I realized how truly trapped I was. This could go on forever.

On the plane, I tried to console myself. It would not be forever. Because eventually my company would have to be returned to its original state. That was the only thing that made sense for it, logical sense. Logic. I could always rely on logic.

But even so, the $79,999 I added to the bank account seemed like so little…so useless, frivolous really.

I called Ichigata from the limousine. I told him the amount of money I added and he seemed to be a little excited. Not much, just a little. After all, the money wasn't enough to be jumping for joy, but it was enough to buy yourself one extra drink at the bar, (a place Ichigata had been spending more and more ever since the downfall, not that I blamed him), or so he told me.

My house was dark when I got home. It was 2:00 in the morning, Mokuba was asleep and the maids left at 10:00. The maids…I had had to dock their pay of late and most of them had already left. But I still had a few. Bless those few, making sure things were still in working order at my home while I awaited death at the office. I felt bad giving them so little in return.

I trudged up to my room, leaving the lights off and nearly throwing the briefcase on the floor. I sat down on the bed, removing my trench coat. My mind felt like it was racing but there was no information to process. I blinked hard trying to clear it, but how do you clear your mind of nothing?

Pills. I needed the sleeping pills. I tore open the drawer and rummaged for that red plastic bottle I needed so much. Glorious red plastic…

I gasped when I held it close to me face. There were…none left. I had used them all…

In anger, I threw the empty bottle across the room. It hit the wall and cracked. I was glad for that. Why? Why did I care if the bottle cracked as it hit the wall? Why did it matter? My mind could not supply the answers.

So, I would be forced to get sleep by my own devices…that did not bode well. It also wouldn't happen.

I suppose I lay there for about an hour before the door bell rang. It practically scared the hell out of me. No one ever used it; I rarely had any visitors. Suddenly I was glad for that. The sound was awful. It reverberated through the entire mansion and split my eardrums. I got up and went to my door.

Mokuba came flying out of nowhere and ran straight into my arms. It startled me, but I allowed it, (he was undeniably cute in his baggy pajama pants and oversized T-shirt).

"Seto…" he said against my chest. "What is that?"

I sighed and tried to move downstairs to answer the door. But he held me tight. "It's just the doorbell, Mokuba."

He relaxed a little, (meaning he let go of me but still looked wary). "Well, it's scary!"

It rang again. He whimpered and covered his ears. "Ai!"

I shook my head and massaged my ears. "Ai…hai…it needs to be replaced. It is very old."

I moved down the stairs.

"Seto, where are you going?" Mokuba ran after me.

"Well, I have to answer it."

He ran behind me in the dark of my mansion and grasped my hand. "Be careful," he whispered.

I smirked. "Don't worry, Mokuba."

When we were standing on the top of the large wooden staircase that led to the door I told Mokuba to stay at the top—just in case. He agreed readily and said that he would keep watch and call someone if anything happened. I smirked again when he ran for the phone and returned all in the same minute. His feet barely made any noise on the carpet as he ran. The cuteness twisted with the despair and made a mess of emotions.

When he both decided we were ready, (more for Mokuba's benefit than my own), I went down and opened the door, (A/N: He doesn't have that gate thing that Toshokama has, in case you were wondering).

You can't possibly imagine my surprise at seeing Jonouchi Katsuya standing in front of me.

"Jonouchi?" I said, frowning at his puppy-like face and shaggy blonde hair. Was it…really him? That made no sense…

"Hey, Kaiba." It sounded like him, looked like him…my mind was yelling that it really was him. But…

"Jonouchi, it's almost 3:00 in the morning. What are you doing here?"

I noticed that the bruises and swellings on his nose were subsiding. That made me feel a little better, perhaps the pain and the shame of it all were subsiding as well. Or…he had shown up to shoot me in the face as payback.

"I jus' wanted to…" A hand came up and rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh…I jus' wanted…to…"

I shifted my position to that of defiance as I waited.

He continued to stutter. "I guess, I jus' wanted to see…how ya' were doin'…"

I blinked at him. "What?"

"Well, ya' kinda gave me a scare when ya' punched me on Tuesday…I was wonderin' if ya' were okay." His eyes showed sincerity. Was it real? Why was he really here?

"Jonouchi, why are you really here?"

"I jus' wanted to talk, alright?" His voice rang with frustration and anger. That showed me one thing: He really didn't know why he was here.

"You don't know why you're here, do you?" I asked.

"Not at all." His eyes were normal now. Not hilarious, or angry, or cute…just, normal.

I nodded and looked down. I hadn't been prepared for Jonouchi, my mind was still reeling from Toshokama's, when I had thought of him unexpectedly and laughed, and everything else I had done there, the realizations. I needed time to work my emotions over before I faced him again. I wasn't ready.

"Can I come in?" He asked hesitantly.

"Iie!" I said sharply, thinking of Mokuba and what it would mean if Jonouchi just came wandering into my home.

It was only when he shifted his head in shock that I saw the bruises on his neck.

"Well, fine, Kaiba!" A pause. I was speechless. Why was he bruised? I knew those weren't from me…

"Look, I don' know why da hell I'm here, and I think it was a mistake to come here in the first place. It is really damn late and you were tryin' to sleep and everythin', so I'm jus' gonna go."

He turned around.

"Wait!" I couldn't let him go just yet. I had to…

His head looked over his shoulder at me with angry eyes. "What?"

"Dōmō. For coming by. Dōmō arigatō." (Thanks, thank you)

His body stood there, very still, for a moment longer. Then he said, "Sure," very quietly and walked off my property.

I swallowed hard when he was out of sight and sucked in a breath. I had forgotten to breathe for some reason…why was that?

Oh, hell, what a night this was. I shook my head, shut the door and climbed the stairs. I had to admit that I was surprised Mokuba hadn't come running down as soon as he saw Jonouchi. They were friends, weren't they?

The answer was quite clear when I saw Mokuba curled up against the railing at the top of the stairs. He was sound asleep. I smiled. Well, it was quite late for him. Trying my best not to wake him, I scooped him into my arms and began the ascent to his bedroom.

Halfway there he began to stir in my arms and he said sleepily, "Oh, gomen, Seto, I fell asleep. I wasn't there for you…"

"Iie, iie…" I told him softly. "You did very well, Mokuba." That comforted him and fell quickly back to sleep.

I tucked him into his bed and made sure he was perfectly comfortable. Just before I left, I tucked a loose strand of midnight black hair behind his ear. He looked so peaceful when he slept…I wished I could achieve that peace one day.

I laughed at myself inwardly when I left his room. Of course that would never happen to me. Why did I deserve that peace?

Laying on my bed, I tried to forget about Jonouchi coming to my house in the middle of the night and concentrate on sleep. Ironically, it was eventually the thought of Jonouchi's face that got me to sleep. His peaceful face, the one with the dopey smile and the almost-too-happy features.

"Jonouchi…" I whispered right before I went to sleep. "Dōmō…"

A/N: There we go…I finally got that out. Now I feel so much better! Like I said before, I'm not sure if this will be the last chapter for a while…ugh…school…but it might be. I really have to get on the ball with this…(sigh).

Well, I hoped you enjoyed this chapter, it actually came a little easy to me. I've been looking forward to writing all, so that was a relief. And now, as you could have probably guessed, we're going to be getting to the real start of the SetoxJou. I know you were all wondering when, but here it is. Ohand I'm sorry this chapter was so unbearably short! Wow…I have to tell you, I don't think this story will be as long as my other one, I have less paths to cross with it, so it may not be as long, I hope you don't mind.

Another quick note to fallen-angel-of-repression, I'm halfway done with your story, be patient with me…it's really good so far but I just don't have a lot of time to read stories trying to do so much other stuff at the same time…forgive me! But I promise that I will get it done. Really.

Review, please, everyone!