O.o A bigger screen resolution will give you a completely different outlook on your computer life... Anyway, here's the fourth chapter for WMA!

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Honda sighed as he straightened his shirt out for the millionth time. He was waiting outside the bathroom door. Which, though as odd as it may seem, was done on his own free will. Since the health scare, Honda had been attached to Seto's hip like a conjoined twin. He felt sorry about the his lying about the pills missing and in turn felt that Seto would never forgive him- even though a countless number of times Seto had written it on the board with big bold letters. After all, wouldn't you be a little disturbed if you could even take a shower with some boy knocking on the door every five minutes to make sure you hadn't drowned yourself?

"Kaiba? Kaiba? Are you okay in there?" Honda called, knocking on the door lightly,

"Are you sure you didn't lose or drop anything, did you?"

The door suddenly opened and Seto's head popped out. He didn't look too happy and had that annoyed look on his face. Basically, it looked like he was about to do something he didn't really want to do. He gave a soft, low cough. He then pointed over Honda's shoulder.

Honda raised an eyebrow quizzically, "What?"

Seto pointed again before tugging at Honda's sleeve. Honda stared, watching the blank, cold face. 'His ... clothes? The great Seto Kaiba can't even remember to bring his clothes in when he goes to take a shower?'

"Don't you have a towel in there?" Honda asked, not feeling up to getting Seto's clothes and then having him make him to fetch a different set.

"..."

"You don't?"

"..."

"You're kidding."

Seto's adverting gaze turned to a glare. He pointed again as though telling Honda to hurry up and get them.

"I don't believe it." Honda muttered, strolling over to the elegantly engraved wooden dresser on the other side of the room.

After a while, Honda emerged with nothing. He was actually pretty sure that even Seto would have a pair of pajamas. Honestly, the boy had to sleep. Which Honda seemed to have just realized because he had always thought that Seto never slept what with all the work and a company to keep up.

Seto stared, leaning his head on the door frame. Honda suddenly got an idea. It wasn't a very bright one though.

"I have a pair of pajamas. I'm not sure if they would fit you, though. I mean-"

Honda stopped talking just in time to catch the look on Seto's face. It was look of disgust and somewhat horror. Honda frowned before sticking his tongue out at him.

"Fine then! You can freeze for all I care!"

Honda turned to leave, stopping at the door frame. He glanced over his shoulder at the door to the now closed bathroom. Honda growled under his breath at the stubborn boy on the other side. He quickly left for his room to fetch the pajamas.

"Honda, what are you doing?"

"Mokuba? Are you still awake?" Honda asked as the raven continued to follow him.

"Well, gee, I guess I am if I'm following you and talking to you," Mokuba replied, rolling his eyes.

Honda starred, shuddering lightly. A complete clone. That's what that boy was- a complete clone of his brother. The odd persona-identical similarities scarred Honda a little.

"I noticed that."

"So, what are you doing?"

"I'm getting your brother some pajamas."

Mokuba snickered in his throat, "What? He didn't get his others washed again?"

"Again?" Honda asked, stopping just long enough to send Mokuba a confused look.

"Yeah, Seto may run a company and all, but he's not perfect. He also never makes his bed. At all."

"Really now?"

"If I wanted to, I could destroy my brother's reputation with all the things he does. But that wouldn't be very nice of me as his little brother, now would it?"

"No, Mokuba, it wouldn't."

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Honda huffed, taking hold of the bathroom doorknob. His fear wasn't of accidentally seeing something he wasn't supposed to- well, it was that too. But he was more worried about being stabbed or hunted down for busting in on Seto. After all, he had enough money to hire a hit man.

"Oh, just hurry up." Mokuba coached from behind, sitting on the bed.

"Look, you, why don't you give them to him? You're his brother." Honda replied, watching Mokuba out of the corner of his eye.

"Because. You're the one who wanted to help him anyway. My big brother is good at improvising. If you leave him in there long enough, he'll probably invent a make-shift towel out of tissue."

"Really?" Honda asked, suddenly more interested in hearing the stories than helping,

"Wait a minute. What am I talking about? Here."

With a swift move, Honda cracked the door open and threw in the pajamas. He waited for the shout from Seto. But then realized that the brunette couldn't talk. Just when he was about to call out to him, Seto emerged, the pajamas fitting him almost perfectly. The limbs just needed to be longer.

"See? Now you're not freezing!" Honda chidded, hoping to shake the feeling of hate that ran down his back; it seemed to be coming from Seto's direction.

"Yeah, Seto, they look really nice on you!" Mokuba chirped, rolling from one side of the bed to the other.

"I have no idea why he's still awake." Honda muttered, answering the question that shown on Seto's face.

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"I'm free!" Honda shouted, as Seto starred at him from the bed.

Honda had a free day now since Mokuba had been so nice as to hire a nurse to take care of Seto for the day. Or maybe he was just doing this to buy time so he could think of other things he could do to torture him. But either way, he was sweet in Honda's eyes now.

"Free?" The blonde nurse asked, having just stepped into the room.

"It's a long story I'd rather not explain. Now the pills and instructions are on the nightstand and there's my uncle's number next to them. Have fun!"

Before the nurse could even say anything, Honda was gone. She looked at Seto, who starred blankly back at her.

"His ... uncle?"

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"Wow, Honda. I never thought he'd give you a day off!" Ryuuji chimed over the phone.

"I know. I just hope they're not planning some evil plan behind my back." Honda replied, looking through one of the many shop windows.

"You never know." Ryuuji muttered, the sound of shuffling in the background.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!"

Honda sighed, ignoring Ryuuji's panic, "I'm bored."

"Really now? Well, I'm hurt that you only call me when you're bored."

"Wait a min-"

"Just for that, I'm hanging up."

"You're at Pegasus'."

"..."

Honda chuckled to himself as the dial tone greeted him. He stuffed his phone in his pocket and strolled down the street. In only a short half an hour, Honda was bored again. He couldn't seem to find anything to occupy his time- at all. Everyone was either off doing something or still asleep. That wasn't much of a surprise to Honda since he had adapted to Kaiba wanting him awake at 5am.

Before Honda knew it, he was on his way back to the mansion. Honestly, he thought to himself, isn't there something I could be doing? Stopping at the gate to swipe his ID card, Honda looked up at the mansion, his eyes landing on the window where Seto was standing up. Maybe, just maybe, he actually enjoyed taking care of that cruel, cold-hearted jerk...

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I never write Ryuuji/Pegasus. I just don't; I don't know why. So there's a hint just for the heck of it.

The blonde nurse will get a name in the next chapter. xP Ah, and she's from Minoru's hospital. Keep that in mind.