Gritting his teeth, Seto pulled his dark blue Escalade out if the movie theater parking lot. So far the night had not gone as planned. By now he had hoped to be making use of the expansive back seat of his SUV instead of using it to haul around two stubborn asses, even if that was mildly entertaining.

A gentle hand was placed on his arm, gathering his attention. "I'm sorry for my brother's behavior back there."

"Hey! Don't apologize for me!"

"Don't worry about it," Seto gave Yami one of his sexy smirks, watching intently as a light blush swept across tanned cheeks. "I know how hard it is to have a thickheaded twin."

"Like you're one to talk, little brother."

"Atemu's not that bad, he just is…"

"Someone sitting right behind your smitten ass while you're talking about him."

"At least he's not stuck up Seto's ass like you are with that white haired freak."

"Well if Seto's ass was half as good as Kura's then I wouldn't blame Yami for wanting him."

"Atemu!"

"What Mosoco? I think he's jealous. Don't you think so?" Atemu smirked at his brother; totally ignoring the three heated glares sent his way.

Seth snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. "Jealous? Hardly."

"Oh really?" a dark eyebrow rose in disbelief. "Then mind explaining why you pushed me up against the wall and basically tried to suck all the spit out of my mouth?"

"Eww. Atemu that's just…ewww."

"Seriously Mosoco, you should have seen it. We were kissing and then suddenly he had me pinned against the wall. It was liked he had never been kissed before. He was all hands and mouth and….."

"Atemu! I think you should stop now. You're embarrassing your date."

Atemu scoffed, "He's not my date."

"Actually, Yami, I think we should leave them be." Seto glanced over at the younger twin before looking in the rearview mirror at the two in the backseat. "This is quite amusing don't you think? To see someone get the better of my brother?"

"Asshole." Both Atemu and Seth muttered at the same time, then sending icy glares at each other when they realized they had once again agreed on something.

Wide crimson eyes stared at Seto. "You don't really mean that do you?" he asked, catching the attention of both Atemu and Seth.

"Mean what?"

"That you enjoy seeing Seth humiliated?"

Glancing away from the road, Seto looked at Yami in confusion. "Of course, why wouldn't I? Don't you like seeing your twin put down a notch or two?"

"No, I don't." There was a steely edge to Yami's voice that shocked Seto even if he didn't show it. "Atemu is my best friend, brother, and practically a parent to me. Why on earth would I want to see him hurt?"

Atemu sat quietly, feigning a look of boredom on his face as he gazed out the window. What Yami had said was true. They were that close and would always be, but even he couldn't miss the sudden thick, awful tension that seemed to fill the small cabin of the SUV as his brother spoke.

Averting his eyes from the window, Atemu looked over at Seth who was staring at Yami with something akin to awe before looking at Seto with….hurt? So, if he was correct, it wasn't just innocent teasing and Yami, the ever more innocent and sensitive one of them, had picked up on that.

Turning his head just a bit more but not enough to give his intentions away, Atemu watched Seth again out of the corner of his eye. And what he saw almost made him feel guilty. The older Kaiba was looking between him and Yami with longing, jealousy and wistfulness.

Inwardly, he frowned as he looked back out the window as the rest of them sat in silence. He couldn't imagine what it must be like to be a twin and yet be so far apart that you might as well have been strangers instead of siblings. He and Yami had always been extremely close, even to the point that their annoying little habit of saying the same thing at the same time had grown so much that they often got teased about it. And that wasn't mentioning the fact that they seemed to be able to sense each other on a level that no one else could understand. But for all its strange and annoying quirks, he wouldn't change a thing. And to be like Seth and Seto? That thought sent shivers down his spine that even he couldn't suppress.

"I can't believe this is our stealth vehicle."

Malik cocked his head curiously, giving Bakura a quizzical glance. "It didn't seem to bother you on the ride up here."

Bakura sighed. "I was pretending it wasn't real."

The two of them were standing in the theater parking lot, watching as the two sets of twins climbed into the Kaibas' expensive SUV. They had followed the others outside and rushed to Malik's car to trail the twins on the rest of their date; but Malik's car wasn't exactly the ideal vehicle for tracking someone and remaining unseen.

In short, it stood out worse than a zebra in a herd of elephants.

If anyone had had any doubts about Malik's sexuality, they would have been instantly removed at the sight of his car. The blond freshman drove a baby blue Volkswagen Beetle with a black car bra fitted over the front. Enormous multicolored flower stickers decorated the bra, with a matching smiley-face flower attached to the car's antenna. The license plate was a specialty environmental plate, pictures of deer and a pond covering the sheet of metal, and a tiny model of a woman hula dancing bobbed back and forth in the back window. The interior of the car matched the flower stickers on the bumper, purple seat covers and a matching steering wheel cover liberally adorned with flowers. The blonde even had a lai wrapped around his rearview mirror, in keeping with the gaudy theme.

It was almost enough to make Bakura gag. However, as Atemu and the others pulled out of the parking lot the white-haired sophomore decided he didn't have time to be picky and climbed into the front seat beside his blond friend. "Hurry up and follow them!" he ordered.

"Can do," Malik replied cheerfully, and tore out of the parking lot at full speed, suddenly enough to make Bakura grip the edges of his seat in surprise. The blonde whistled amiably for a few seconds until he caught up with the others in the heavy traffic, making sure to keep a couple of cars between himself and the Kaibas' SUV.

Then he did something that made Bakura's eyes bug out in pure horror.

Malik reached up and pulled a CD from the CD holder attached to his sun visor and slid it into his CD player, turning the volume up full blast. Then the tanned freshman enthusiastically began to sing along with the woman's soulful, heartfelt ballad.

"Near, far, where- eeeeever you are, just know that, my heart will, go oooo-on!"

Bakura gaped.

"It's so SAD!" Malik shouted over the music. "She let him go! She's such a liar! She promised she would never let go!"

"He was already dead! What was she supposed to do?"

"Why couldn't they have taken turns sitting on that door?" The blonde gave a depressed-sounding sniff, and Bakura just shook his head. He couldn't believe they were arguing over this. He was sitting in the most god-awful car he had ever seen, listening to the most god-awful song he had ever heard, following a couple of rich snobs to god-knew-where.

And he could have been getting laid. Had he done something to give himself bad karma?

The white-haired teen glanced over at his friend. Malik had stopped singing and seemed to be focusing on driving, a tiny vertical line appearing between his eyebrows as he screwed up his thin, tanned face in concentration. The corners of his lips pulled downward in a slight frown.

The sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach told Bakura the frown had something to do with him, so the sophomore reached over and turned down the radio. "Bubbles."

"Mmm?" Malik kept his eyes on the road.

"Is something wrong?"

"No."

"Don't lie to me," Bakura growled, annoyance lacing the blunt command.

"Why do you care? You're not exactly the type to worry about people."

"What makes you think you know what type I am?"

Malik was silent for a moment; when he finally spoke it wasn't to answer Bakura's question, but to voice another question of his own. "You and Atemu, you really don't mind what each other does, do you? I don't… I can't understand that. It just doesn't make sense to me, how you can care enough about a person to sleep with them – even to kiss them – but at the same time have it not mean anything. I mean, I'm a guy too, though it may not seem like it sometimes," Malik smiled crookedly, "so I understand about having needs, but I would rather take care of things myself forever than have casual partners who had casual partners of their own…"

The blonde trailed off as Bakura watched him, feeling more and more guilty. He should have known Bubbles was the sensitive type. Malik liked to flirt, even tease a little, but the white-haired teen could tell he had gone too far by kissing him in the movie theater. Malik seemed really upset. Deciding not to be a complete jerk, at least this once, Bakura laid a hand on the other's shoulder. "I'm sorry," he muttered.

Wide violet eyes flickered over at him in surprise before turning back to the windshield. "What?"

"I'm sorry for kissing you. I was trying to hide from Atemu, and I panicked."

Malik smiled. "It's okay."

"Alright then." Satisfied, Bakura settled back into his seat, watching as the Kaibas' Escalade turned a corner.

The blonde turned the corner behind them before clearing his throat meaningfully. "You should know, though…"

"What?"

"No, never mind…"

"WHAT? Tell me!" Bakura demanded, looking over at his friend, who now wore a mischievous smirk.

"You might want to work on your technique a little bit."

"What! What's wrong with my technique?"

"Oh, you know, just little things…"

"I'll have you know I'm a damn good kisser! That one just took me by surprise! I was in a hurry!"

"If you say so…"

"Damn right I say so! Let me try it again! I'll prove it!"

"I don't know, Kura…"

"Aw, come on! Just a little one! You'll enjoy it, I promise…"

"Well, here we are. I thought a game of mini-golf might be fun…" Seto trailed off awkwardly, the feeble words slicing like a knife through the thick silence that still hung in the car. Yami nodded wordlessly and opened his door, the younger Kaiba quickly following him into the parking lot.

Seth reached for the handle of his own door, only to find the action stopped by a slender, tanned hand. "Wait." At the gentle command, the brunet glanced curiously over at a pair of scarlet eyes that gazed at him seriously. "Give them a moment," Atemu muttered.

Seth snorted. "Why should I? I don't want to be stuck in here alone with you."

Atemu's eyes narrowed, but he explained calmly, "They need a moment in private. Your brother may have put his foot in his mouth, but I know Yami likes him and I want to give them a chance to smooth things over without us ruining it."

"Again, why should I bother? What do I care if Seto ruins his chances with your brother? You heard him; we're not like the two of you. We're bound together by blood but that doesn't mean we have to like each other. It just means we're stuck together."

Atemu lowered his eyes. "Blood is not important to everyone. Just because someone is related to you doesn't mean he is obligated to spend time with you," the smaller teen said quietly.

A niggling bit of curiosity prodded Seth to ask what the other meant by that remark, but he ignored it, instead simply turning back to his darkened window and muttering, "I'm beginning to think Seto agrees with you."

The other didn't answer, so Seth counted slowly to ten before reaching for his door handle once again. "Wait! They're still talking! Idioto."

The blue-eyed sophomore whirled, glaring at crimson eyes that were narrowed in annoyance. "I know what that means!"

"Probablemente porque eres un idioto. Reconoces tu propio tipo." Probably because you are an idiot. You recognize your own kind.

"What? What does that mean?"

But Atemu merely smirked, glancing out his window once more at Seto and Yami. When he saw the taller male slip his hand into Yami's, the older Mutou twin sighed in resignation and opened his door, Seth quickly following suit. As they approached the now-smiling couple, Seth hissed wickedly in Atemu's ear. "I'm going to find out what that means, you know. Don't think you can have an advantage over me because you speak a language I don't understand. I took three years of French in high school! How would you like it if I started badmouthing you in French?"

Atemu merely gave him a bored glance and kept walking.

Meanwhile, Seto had been busy digging his way out of the black hole his mouth had plunged him into. When Yami had gotten out of the car, giving Seto that disappointed scarlet stare, the brunet felt as if his insides had shriveled and died. He was barely an hour into his first date with the fiery little Latino and already it looked like he would never even get to first base. Even Seth had had a chance to taste his Latin heartthrob, though Seto wasn't sure he wanted to know the details of that story, and here he was striking out with Yami, who up until about five minutes before had actually seemed to like him.

Suddenly Yami stopped, a short distance from the car, and Seto hurried to catch up with him. His back facing the brunet, Yami sighed. "Well, I guess we should talk."

The younger Kaiba started to look back at Atemu and Seth, but without even turning around, Yami added, "Don't bother. Atemu's still in the car." Raising an eyebrow, Seto glanced back anyway, and sure enough his brother and Atemu were still sitting in the back of the SUV, glaring daggers at each other.

"How did you know that?"

Yami shrugged, finally turning to look at his date. "I know my brother. He's giving us time to talk, so let's talk." The smaller male crossed his arms across his chest and stared up at Seto expectantly.

"Yami… I… what?"

When Seto just stuttered and stared back at him in obvious confusion, Yami sighed once more, his folded arms loosening and falling to his sides. "Seto… I'm sorry. I admit I'm attracted to you," his cheeks reddened slightly, "and I wanted this date to go well, but it's just been a disaster. I know it's mostly my fault – I should never have pushed for Atemu to go – but I still can't be sure, because let's face it. I don't really know you. And the bit of you I've seen tonight scares me. How can I like someone who deliberately tortures his family?"

"You're attracted to me?" A half-grin, half-smirk spread across Seto's cheeks.

"That would be the part you pick up on," Yami muttered, shaking his head, though he smiled slightly as well.

Taking advantage of the other's momentary goodwill, Seto reached out and brushed the heavy blond bangs from Yami's face, taking note of how the smaller male's breath hitched and how he leaned slightly into the action. "Listen, Yami, what you have to understand is that Seth and I aren't like you and Atemu. I envy your relationship with your brother, I really do, but everyone can't be like that. Our family has never been extremely close; in fact, none of the Kaibas are that close to anyone. Seth and I don't always get along, but he is my brother, and we definitely don't enjoy 'torturing' each other. It just amuses me to see someone finally get the best of him, since he's admittedly a genius and always seems to have the upper hand. Besides, I'm sure that after tonight he'll find a way to get me back for setting him up with Atemu."

Yami looked up and met the other's intense blue gaze, uncertainty still wavering on the Latino's thin features. "But you seemed like you really wanted to hurt him…"

"Then I apologize. Perhaps I took things too far. Now let's start over, shall we?" Seto reached out and took Yami's hand, smirking devilishly when the other shifted his fingers so they twined with the brunet's. "You want to know something else?" Yami nodded, so Seto leaned close and whispered in his ear, causing the smaller teen's cheeks to glow scarlet. "I'm attracted to you, too."

"So, exactly what is this game?" Yami asked as he eyed the small green ball in his hand before glancing over to see his twin pick up a red one. Figured. Atemu usually only dealt with either red or black and since there weren't any black balls…

"Do you have golf in Costa Rica?" Seto picked up a yellow ball after paying the man for their games.

Atemu snorted as he eyed the clubs lying on the counter with something akin to distrust. "Of course. But that's for the rich. The rest of us have better things to do with our time and money."

"You got something against rich people?" Seto inquired with narrowed eyes as Seth took a club and began to swing it slightly, testing the length out.

"Actually, I do. You rich Americans come in and plow over the rain forests and…."

"Atemu! Please, not again."

Something like a growl and a sigh escaped Atemu's lips as he blindly reached over and picked up a club. "Fine Mocoso."

Smiling slightly, Yami reached for a club also only to be stopped when Seto held out one for him to take. "Thank you."

He nodded his head. "So what's up with this Mocoso he keeps calling you?"

Yami looked at him sheepishly. "It means brat. Atemu has this thing about nicknames. He's called me Mocoso ever since I can remember."

"Brat huh?" That sexy smirk was back causing Yami to blush as he nodded his head. "Well, then I think from now on you will be my brat."

Crimson eyes narrowed with a snarl as Yami giggled cutely at Seto while they casually began to walk toward the first hole. How dare that annoying, rich-ass, son of a bitch…. His hand clutched the ball tightly until his knuckles turned white, seething as he followed behind the new couple, his mind not registering Seth quietly following behind him.

When they reached the small pad at the beginning of the felt-green course, Atemu watched, still fuming as Seto began to explain the finer points of the game. He wasn't listening but watching the other twin with hawk-like eyes, following his every move until Seto moved in behind Yami – extremely close – and wrapped his long arms around his brother, head bent, whispering into Yami's ear and causing the smaller male's cheeks to redden even more than before.

With a cry of outrage, Atemu launched the small ball in his hands and watched with smug satisfaction as it pelted the taller teen in the back of his head, making him yelp in pain and jerk away from Yami.

"Great aim." Seth said beside him, not taking his eyes off of the other set of twins as they both glared daggers at Atemu.

"I got a lot of practice at home," he replied nonchalantly with a shrug of his shoulders, feeling much better now that he had exacted a bit of revenge.

"Atemu! How could you do that! I can't believe you…."

"Really?" Both of them watched intently as Seto picked up the red ball and tossed it up and down in his hand while looking at Atemu with as much distaste as he could muster.

"Yeah, you see, back home I used to practice my aim by throwing rocks at coconuts still attached to the trees." Atemu didn't even flinch as Seto launched the ball back at him and was mildly surprised when Seth's hand suddenly was in front of his face, catching it before it could do any damage. His crimson eyes spared Seth a glance as a silent thank you.

"Interesting."

"But he's not a coconut Atemu! He's a human for Christ's sake! You could have hurt him!"

"Oh?" Now Atemu decided to address his brother. "You could have fooled me. I could have sworn it was a coconut I was aiming for. I mean they both have brown hair on the outside and are completely empty on the inside."

A low rumbling of laughter beside him caught his attention. Taking his eyes off the disappointed look his brother was giving him, he looked over at Seth who was practically doubled over in mirth.

"Seto the coconut!" Seth snickered at his brother's scowling face, which caused Atemu to smirk a bit at the situation. He was still pissed that Seto had taken his own personal nickname for his brother – not to mention the bastard was seconds away from groping Yami – but somehow Seth laughing at his brother's expense eased his anger some.

Strange.

"I am so sorry Seto!" Atemu rolled his eyes. "I don't know what's gotten into him." He could just feel his brother's glare. "Don't worry; I'll knock some sense into him when we get back to the dorm." He flinched. Ouch, girly slaps hurt like….well, like a bitch.

"He punch hard?" Hmm, Seth must have seen him flinch.

"Punch?" Atemu snorted. "The day Yami learns how to actually punch will be el día que el infierno congele."

"Excuse me?"

Crimson eyes blinked before it clicked. "Oh, sorry. I tend to do that from time to time. I said it would be the day when hell freezes over."

A comfortable silence fell between them as they watched with equal stoic expressions on their faces as Yami stood on his tiptoes and carefully parted Seto's hair looking for any signs of blood. But to Atemu, the scene was familiar, reminding him of monkeys in a tree grooming each other's fur looking for bugs. Needless to say, it was very hard to keep his mouth shut.

"Okay, now just try to be inconspicuous. And don't forget to turn off the flash on that thing!"

Malik gave Bakura a mock-salute with a golf club. The two of them had had to actually pay for a game of mini-golf before the attendant would let them on the course, so now they were stuck hauling a couple of clubs and some gaudy neon golf balls around while they took blackmail pictures. Bakura supposed it didn't matter. After all, it would be easier to blend in with the crowd that way; plus he could always whack Bubbles over the head with the club if he started getting too annoying.

"Hey, I think that's them over there… Omigosh, Atemu just hit Seto over the head with a golf ball!"

"Where?" Bakura whipped his head around in all directions until he spotted the twins a few yards away from them, half-hidden behind a couple of grandparents out with their snot-nosed brat, who was letting out an annoying siren cry. Bakura was tempted to copy Atemu and knock the kid out with a well-placed ball to the head. "Crap, I can't believe I missed that," he muttered to himself. "Bubbles, you've gotta be more vigilant. I want embarrassing photos!"

"Aye, aye, Captain Kura!" Malik cried, with another golf-club salute.

Bakura stared at him. "You are so weird."

The pair made their way slowly around the course, occasionally snapping pictures of the others, who seemed to get along, other than Seth and Atemu's constant glares. Seto and Yami were lost in their own world, walking close together and whispering in each other's ears. Seth and Atemu just kept their mouths shut and ignored each other – besides the aforementioned glares, of course.

About halfway through the course, Bakura got bored with this and decided to take matters into his own hands. "This sucks," he declared. The white-haired teen thought for a moment until, smirking wickedly, he snatched the golf club from Malik and grasped the other's hand. "Come on."

"Kura? What are you doing?"

"I said don't call me Kura, and we're getting closer. We'll never get any good pictures this way." The two cut in front of the old couple and the kid, until they were only a few feet behind the twins, who had reached a section of the course guarded by a giant metal gorilla, swinging his arms back and forth over the path to the hole. Fake bushes lined the area, and Bakura dragged Malik behind them, the tops of their fair hair and their eyes the only part of them visible as they spied on their friends.

From this proximity, snatches of conversation drifted in their direction as Yami moved to attempt his shot. The younger Latino twin aimed for a moment; then sighed, shaking his head at the gaudy metal gorilla. "This is… strange, Seto. How am I supposed to get past that thing?"

Seto smirked. "It's all about timing; though it helps if you have a better grip on the club, too. Here, let me show you." He stepped up behind the smaller teen, pressing his entire body along Yami's back as he wrapped his hands around the golf club, showing Yami the "proper" hold.

Atemu growled audibly.

Behind the bushes, Bakura turned to his protégé. "Camera ready?" he whispered. When Malik nodded, the white-haired male aimed; then hurled one of his golf balls with all his might. It hit Seto squarely in the back.

"OW! Shit! Do you people never quit throwing things!"

"Atemu! For the last time, leave Seto alone!"

"It wasn't me, I swear!"

Yami eyed him suspiciously. "Well then, who was it?"

The older twin held up his left hand, showing the others the red ball firmly grasped between his fingers. "I don't know, but it wasn't me." He faced two skeptical glares and one amused smirk – courtesy of Seth – for a few seconds before the others finally shrugged and went back to their game.

Bakura and Malik snickered. "Did you get that?" the sophomore whispered.

"Yep!" Malik showed the other an image snapped in the half-second after the ball hit Seto's back, of the brunet twisting crazily and grimacing in pain while Yami looked on, wide-eyed, in the background.

"Perfect!" Bakura gloated, and the two turned back to watch the progressing golf game. They waited until Yami and the Kaibas had all taken their turns and Atemu stepped into place, concentrating carefully. He pulled his club back to swing…

…and Bakura let out an earsplitting, screeching whistle.

Atemu let go of the club in shock and it went flying through the air where – whether through a horrible act of fate or Bakura's own wonderfully devious planning, the white-haired male couldn't be sure – it hit Seth directly in the crotch. The older Kaiba let out a high-pitched shriek and clutched his groin, falling to the felt-green course and curling in on himself.

"Oh god, are you okay? What was that noise?" Atemu gasped, attempting to sound worried and repentant, though a few uncontrollable snorts of laughter slipped out anyway.

Yami looked on with wide-eyes, though he covered his face with a hand to hide his smile; but Seto laughed openly at his brother. "Ha! What are the odds? Your date finally stops throwing things at me and hits you with something by accident!"

Seth struggled to climb into an upright position, but when he moved he let out a whine of pain and dropped back down to the ground. "Shut up! This is all your fault, Seto!"

"My fault? I'm not the one making a fool of myself."

"Just you wait, you little…"

Malik tapped Bakura on the shoulder, interrupting his view of the argument. "Camera's full," the blonde whispered, showing Bakura the last few shots of Seth writhing around on the ground, holding his crotch.

Bakura nodded. "Alright. I think we're done here, anyway." He glanced back at the two sets of twins, all four of whom were shouting now and gesticulating wildly – except for Seth, of course, whose hands were busy in other places – and grinned, slinging an arm around Malik's shoulders.

"You know, Bubbles, we make a pretty good team."