Ah! My friend told me that my obsession with awkward silences is nerve-wracking. Is it? I don't think it is. He also said I made Honda seem girly in this chapter. Jeez, how can Honda be girly? I mean, he was a bully! Oh, right, story. Heh! Here's the rating raiser. It's actually just a lime and the next chapter is a lemon. I wanted to keep you all hooked- like fishies! -hooks you- x) Now don't go swimming off 'cause then you'll miss everything!

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Honda coughed lightly as he looked around, the phone hanging loosely at his ear.

"And with the due date of Mr. Kaiba's voice coming back-"

"Uncle Minoru, nothing of that sort happened."

"Of course not," Minoru replied through the phone, "You know when you get nervous you start talking like this. Besides, I'm sure you and Mr. Kaiba will make a lovely couple!"

Slam!

Honda quickly hung up the phone, wasting no time in leaving the room. He stopped as his eyes lay on the brunette coming his way. He opened his mouth to say something, but Seto just walked right by him as if he wasn't there.

"Oh, so that's what you're going to do? Coward!" Honda suddenly shouted, turning and pointing.

His shoulders slumped and a sad frown came upon his face as Seto slammed his door shut.

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Sure, maybe he was a little confused, but what did that have to do with this? Seto was just being a big meany-head and not writing any messages to him ... not like he did anyway though. Honda sighed as he flipped through the DVD case. He was crammed into a seat in the mini theater in the basement. He shifted as he placed a DVD into the portable player that was hooked up to the screen.

'How dare he? I'm the one who's taking care of him!'

Honda's hands gripped at the seat cushion as he thought about it. Small tears welled his eyes. Why was he so emotional all of a sudden? It was Seto. He should be used to this kind of treatment. It was the usual. So why was Seto's ignorant antics bringing Honda to an edge? He sighed again, and sucked it up. Besides, what good was it going to do him proving his uncle right?

Honda's face scrunched up, 'Just what made Uncle Minoru say that?'

'A cute couple.' What in the world could make that loony old man say that? The brunette's thought was interrupted as a figure sat down in the seat next to him. By the height, Honda guessed it was Seto and turned his eyes away. Honda could be just as mean as the next person.

"Stop that. It makes you look like an idiot. Not that you don't already."

Honda's eyes widened as he turned to Seto. He could just barely see Seto turn his head to him and smirk.

"What? Cat got your tongue?"

"You-Your voice is back!"

Seto gave a soft snort, "Oh, no, I just happened to steal someone else's voice of the street."

Honda's mind reeled and he turned his back to the other brunette boy. The recovery of Seto's voice wasn't that baffling that he forgot.

"..."

Honda kept his back to Seto, feeling a little awkward as he felt cold air. He wasn't even going to do anything? What type of person was he? Honda moved to get up, but gasped as he was suddenly sharply pulled back down into his seat. The impact of the tug robbed Honda of his breath and it wasn't helped when he suddenly found himself under Seto.

"Wh-What are you doing?"

"Never expect me to say this again..."

Honda watched, trying to see Seto's face. He was so close, however, it really didn't matter.

"But I..."

"You what?" Honda asked, interrupting.

"Don't interrupt me!"

"Fine! What is it? You're heavy, you know!"

"... I ... like you."

A long silence followed, Seto looking away. Honda smiled, tugging at Seto's sleeve. Seto looked down at him again, the blush on his face making it easier to see him.

"What?"

"You're heavy."

Honda continued to smile, hiding back his laughter as the corner of Seto's lip twitched. It was cute sight, even though he didn't look to amused. Honda's smile faltered as Seto began smirking at him. He suddenly leaned down and stole a kiss, one of his hands disappearing under Honda's emerald green shirt and making contact with soft skin. Honda bit back his suddenly snippy comment. What was he doing?

"Now, where was I?"

"…Something about you liking me."

Seto pinched Honda's side, silencing the boy under him.

"Who asked you?"

"You did."

"As I was trying to say, I like you."

"…"

"Now that that's been said, you won't mind of I do this, will you?"

Honda bit his lip as Seto's nails lightly scratched down his back, leaving chills in its wake. It left Honda vulnerable and the ultimate chance for Seto. He leaned down and placed little cliché kisses along Honda's neck. His hands continued to run up and down Honda's sides, caressing the soft skin.

Honda blushed, trying to find a way to stop Seto. It wasn't that he didn't want Seto to, it was just that he didn't want him too now. He quickly located Seto's hands, which were now trying undo Honda's shirt from the inside, and took hold of them. They both grew quiet and Seto stared down at Honda.

"What? You want me to stop?"

"Well, no, but ..."

"Then what is it?"

"..."

Seto rolled his eyes before moving his hands again, this time actually undoing the shirt. Honda didn't stop the other boy as he started down his chest, giving small kisses and nips here and there. He bit back a few laughs as Seto's tongue quickly ran over his naval. He was slightly oblivious to Seto's undoing of his jeans, see as how Seto's mouth was keeping him busy. With one swift movement, Seto pulled Honda's jeans to his ankles.

Honda's stifled laughs turned to low moans as Seto's hands slowly climbed back up his legs. He reached his arms down to find the other brunette, but was stopped as one of Seto's hands pushed him back down.

"Stay still, you."

Honda obeyed, but silent whined. The least Seto could give him was a shoulder or arm or something! But Honda's thoughts on unfairness were washed away as Seto's lips suddenly crashed against his. While he expected Seto to do something along the lines of sticking his tongue down his throat, Honda was taken back when Seto nibbled at his lip with his teeth gently. It was never something he suspected Seto of ever doing, but he had been prove wrong.

Honda moaned into the kiss, his fingers tangled in Seto's hair. Slender fingers slipped under Honda's boxers and delicately wrapped themselves around his hips. Honda normally would have giving a questioned look, but as he was a little 'preoccupied' at the moment, he was completely lost until the sudden impact of his hips against Seto's. He gasped loudly at the contact and gripped at Seto's arms. He hadn't been expecting that in the least and that was just why Seto did it.

"Seto ..." Honda meekly started, looking at Seto.

"What?" Seto murmured, staring back at Honda.

Blue clashed with brown and Honda's heart skipped a beat. He wasn't quite sure why he was going on with this. This was the same guy who tossed his best friends around. This was the same guy who acted so cold and cruel to the world and people who hadn't even met him. This was the same guy that was holding him right now. Was this the same guy?

"What?" Seto hurriedly repeated, giving Honda another little pinch to his side.

"I like you too."

Yeah, this was the same guy.

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... Ahem ... That is my result of hardly any work over a month. Nice, isn't it? xD I know it probably strayed from it's lemoniness, but I think this is a nice story without the lemon and I don't want to ruin it with my horrible lemon skills. o-O So I settled with this and I think this is probably a little ... mature, in some senses.

But I will get a lemon out next chapter. Hopefully, I'll have it out in time for Valentine's Day! Which is amazingly ironic, because I wanted the lemon to take place around Valentine's Day in the first place. How very odd...