A/N: Thanks for all the reviews, the most I've ever gotten for one fic that's only two chapters long, currently. 0x0 -----speechless.

Blue September: I had a feeling they weren't invented yet, which is why I omitted the actual names. Maybe you guys could just overlook that one for the time being? (Nervous laugh)... And is Yami getting to close to Seto? Well, one more thing to overlook, I swear that what I have planned will not get Seto and Yami close for a very, very long time. Also, I use modern slang because it has more of an effect, but I use cursing, etc. sparingly. If this fic is just getting to fantastical, you can stop reading it. Not that I don't appreciate your help, it's good to know things like that and to fix problems that make it unbelievable. I'll try and get back on track for the next chapter.

To the general public: I'm also surprised that no one noticed the matches... granted, I hadn't either, until I posted it. Matches weren't around in that time, at least, not for the masses to use. I used it again in this chapter, I wrote it seriously right after the previous chapter, so I didn't notice. Last slip up, I'll check anything I'm not sure of online from now on instead of just letting it go. Oh, except for the leather, but I had to get that in there...and you don't know what I'm talking about. Well, just read it and then you will.

Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own it.

Chapter Three:

Yami woke up slowly. He kept his eyes closed for an indefinable amount of time, letting his body relax into the comfort of the bed. He was laying curled up with the blankets wrapped around him tightly. He was perfectly comfortable. And the best part was that Seto hadn't tried to touch him at all. Yami had tossed and turned all night, waiting for it, but Seto had slept the entire time.

He lazily opened his eyes and gazed straight into Seto's sleeping face. He looked so peaceful, but even in sleep his expression commanded respect. Yami sighed. He couldn't believe the situation he was in, it was so far from any fantasy or dream he had ever come up with, it surpassed them ten times over. He was just about to close his eyes and go back to sleep when he heard scratching at the door to the hallway. He twisted his body and angled his head in a better position for listening, but he couldn't put his finger on what was making that noise.

Yami decided it was best if he got up and saw what it was before it woke Seto up. He quickly sat up and swung the blankets off of his body, shivering in the cold. He eyed the stone floor, wondering if he had enough courage to place his feet on it. But he listened to the scratching get more urgent, and bit the bullet. He swung his legs over and hovered just above the ground for a second before taking a deep breath and standing up. Yami shivered again as his legs were fully exposed and his feet were in contact with the cold floor. He walked over to the door and stopped when a thought came into his head. He furrowed his brow, concentrating with all his might on the sounds, then smiled to himself. Seto must have dogs, he thought.

Yami's hand glided over the door knob, and getting a tight grip on it, he cracked it open enough for him to see two huge Mastiffs staring patiently back up at him. He had never seen dogs as big at that, they must've weighed at least a hundred and twenty-five pounds each. The black one stood up, waiting for Yami to open the door further, but the blue-gray one continued to sit there and stare at the new face. The black dog edged forward. Yami stepped back a little. The gleam in the dog's eyes was disconcerting, and the pure mass behind them was enough to scare Yami witless. Before Yami could close the door again, both of the dogs ran into the room, knocking Yami over. They ran clumsily to the bed and jumped up, causing the bed to creak and Seto to sit up completely awake. He wasn't up for long, the two dogs easily had the power to force him back down, and started climbing all over him, licking his face. The blue-gray one was a little less enthused than the black one, and after a couple of licks, turned around in a circle and plopped down in the spot that Yami had previously been.

Seto finally got the big black dog off of him and he glanced over at Yami, who was shocked beyond belief. Seto exhaled loudly and brought his hands up to his face, pulling his hair back and rubbing his eyes. He leaned back against the headboard. It wasn't every day that he was woken up by two enormous dogs practically crushing his rib cage.

Yami closed the door quietly and walked over to the bed. He kneeled by the side and leaned over, lining his face up with that of the blue-gray dog's. The dogs were so big and lovable, the fear he felt towards them easily vanished. He couldn't help but reach a hand out and pet the gray one's square head. "What are their names?" Yami asked Seto, continuing to pet the dog's head.

"That one," he pointed to the black dog at his feet, "is Drake, he is mine. And that one you're petting is Angel, she was my brother's."

Yami looked up at Seto, who was looking right through him, like looking into the past. "I didn't know you had a brother. Where is he?" Yami asked.

Seto was silent, and continued to look through Yami. He blinked once and focused on Yami's curious face. "I'd rather not talk about that," he replied quietly.

Yami nodded. From the way Seto had answered his question, he could tell that Seto's brother was dead, and Yami had a feeling that pushing Seto for more information would not be beneficial to his health. So he let it drop and returned his focus back at the now sleeping dog in front of him.

"I'm hungry," Seto said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, I am too," Yami agreed. "I have been since last night, in fact."

"Why didn't you tell me, we could have gotten you some food."

"It was late and I was tired. Besides, I've gone hungry before, it's nothing new," Yami forced a smile to put the other at ease, but Seto saw right through it.

"If you want something, just ask. I can't read your mind," Seto said.

"Right, but you know, you're going to have to think for me in the beginning. This is all so new, I don't know where to start and I find myself thinking in circles, getting nowhere. Then I get upset and frustrated," Yami said.

"Fine," Seto said. "But only in the beginning." He got out of bed, fearlessly standing up and walking over to the windows that were still covered by curtains. He pulled them back and the room was filled with a dull gray light that washed over everything and toned the vibrant colors down.

Seto walked back over to the bed and leaned over it to get closer to Yami. "Aren't you going to offer to do something?" He asked.

Yami lazily glanced up at Seto. "But don't you like things to be perfect? How do you know I can do it satisfactorily?" He smiled angelically and straightened his back.

"I'll take your word for it right now, go light a fire in the fireplace," Seto said while walking to his closet to change. "I'm going to go get food."

"Why can't I go get food?" Yami asked.

Seto leaned out of the closet. "Because you don't have any clothes, remember? I don't think the other servants would appreciate you walking around with just a shirt on. Though it might be nice to unbalance their daily routine," Seto thought out loud. "No, no, I'll go."

He walked out of the closet, in the middle of pulling a dark blue shirt over his head, and headed for the door. He opened it and he started to walk out. "I expect that fire to be lit by the time I get back," he called out.

Yami sneered and looked after his master. He smiled at the dog next to him and with one final pat, he stood up and walked over to the fireplace.

Problem: how was he supposed to light it? Seto gave him no indication as to where the matches were, and his memory was a little fuzzy from the ending of last night, so he didn't remember where Seto had placed the ones he was using. At least there was kindling in the fireplace, and plenty of logs next to it on the brick floor. Yami pulled out the drawers of the tables that were on either side of the couch, but oddly enough, they didn't have anything in them. He searched the mantle of the fireplace, but the only things there was a long, ornamental fencing sword and a couple of books with fancy bookends. Yami turned around and inspected the floor underneath the coffee table and couch, turning up nothing. He stood back up and sighed, what was he going to do? He walked over to where a candle was placed and studied it, looking all around it. Finally, he gave up and fell down on the couch, which knocked into the table the candle was sitting on. He heard it rock on its thin legs and rushed to it to stop it from falling completely over, but he couldn't stop the candle from tumbling to the ground. This was the best thing that could've happened, for sitting underneath the candle was a small box of matches. Yami smiled to himself and picked the box up, opening it and finding an abundance of matches.

Yami crouched down in front of the fireplace, removing one of the matches and striking it on the brick wall next to him. It lit up with a flicker and then grew into a small flame, and Yami stared at it dancing on its small sliver of wood. He exhaled lightly and threw it on the kindling.

He heard the door open and stood up. Seto was awkwardly walking in, holding a tray full of food in one hand and the other pushing the door open. "Little help please," Seto said.

Yami rushed over and took the tray to the table over to the small table facing the windows. Whatever the food was smelled delicious, and the hunger pangs in Yami's stomach returned. "What is it?" He asked.

Seto walked up behind him and sat down in a tall, deep chair. "I don't usually eat in the morning, but I think it's just some bread and meat," he replied.

Yami removed the silver lid off of one of the plates and uncovered a large portion of pork; it was cold, but still looked delicious. He lifted another lid off and found a warm loaf of bread. Next to that was a bowl of mixed fruit.

"Looks great," Yami said, picking up a plate and serving himself.

"Mm," Seto said. He leaned over and grabbed a slice of bread.

Yami and Seto sat in silence as they ate. Yami tried hard not to inhale his food, but it was difficult. He was constantly reminding himself to eat slowly, and to make sure he did so, he punctuated eating with talking, mostly about random topics that popped into his head. But one thing kept coming up in the back of Yami's head, and it was getting more annoying by the minute.

Yami mumbled something incoherent.

"What? I didn't catch that," Seto said.

"Why..." he started. "Why didn't you...try to touch me last night?" He looked over at Seto with questioning eyes.

Seto slunk down into his armchair and put his feet up on the table. "Did you want me to?" He asked.

"No," Yami said.

"That's why."

"But what does it matter what I want?" Yami said, a little louder than he intended.

Seto growled. "Because I don't rape people," he screamed back.

Yami stared at Seto after the outburst, eyes filling up with tears. With the conviction in that one sentence Yami's fears were almost erased. He would never be sold, he could say and do almost anything he wanted, and best of all, he would never be forced to do something he didn't want to. A solitary tear ran down his cheek, and he brought his hand up to wipe it away. Then another fell, and he found he couldn't stop them. Yami bent his head down and started rubbing his eyes. But it didn't help, they needed to be shed. He felt a hand on his back and looked up into soft, blue eyes.

"I didn't mean to yell at you," Seto said calmly, sitting down on the couch.

"No," Yami said, sniffling. "That's not why I'm crying."

Seto looked at him, slightly confused.

Yami still couldn't get rid of the paranoia, but he decided to ignore it for now.

"We should go into town now," Seto said, pulling his hand back. He stood up and walked over to his closet. A while later, he emerged with a pair of black cotton pants. "These are the smallest pants I have, they'll just have to work for now," he said, holding the pants up and handing them to Yami. "You can tighten the waist with this belt."

"Thanks," Yami said, wiping the last of his tears away and slipping the pants on. He sighed as he looked down at them; they were, simply put, far too large for him. He probably could've put both of his legs into one of the pants', and the cuffs would need to be rolled up a few times so he wouldn't trip. He looked back up at Seto with a slightly amused look on his face.

Seto had the same look on, and crossed his arms across his chest. He took a moment to fully absorb how small his slave was, and when he was done, he walked over to Yami and held out the belt. Yami shifted so that he could hold up the pants with only one hand, and took the belt. He threaded it through the loops, glad when he tightened it and jumped up and down a couple of times to make sure the pants would stay on.

"Looks like it works," Yami said triumphantly. He sat back on the couch and started rolling the cuffs up.

"Oh, Hell," Seto said, looking out the window with a contemplative look. He looked back at Yami with a creased brow. "You don't have any shoes, do you?"

Realization struck Yami as he thought on it. Slowly, he shook his head. "No, I don't think I do."

"That's the first thing we're getting," Seto stated. He couldn't have Yami walking around bare-footed while they shopped.

Yami completed rolling the cuffs up and slapped his palms down on his thighs, looking up at Seto. "Are we going yet?"

"I was just waiting for you. Tuck in your shirt and I'll go get you a coat," Seto said, walking back over to the closet, trailed closely by Yami, who was stuffing the ends of his shirt into the pants. "I'm afraid I don't have any red ones, but..." Seto started. He rifled through the various coats he had hanging in his closet, and pulled out, what was on him a knee-length black coat with black lacquered buttons, "this should do." He walked out of the small room and gave it to Yami, who immediately put it on. The coat was made out of a sturdy, thick cotton, and amazingly, almost fit Yami perfectly. It was a little broader in the shoulders, and went down past his knees, but it still looked good on him. He buttoned it up and straightened the collar, which seemed like it was meant to stay up around his neck. When he was straightening the collar, he felt rough surfaces that indicated some type of embroidery. He looked down at the sleeves and saw the same embroidery in black thread, and upon further inspection, noticed that it was a delicately sewn dragon wrapped around a single stem of a rose. The flower began at the slit in the coat arm, where the dragon's mouth was open, ready to devour the bloom.

Seto admired the coat and the wearer. It looked better on Yami than it did on him, and Seto decided that he would get that one tailored so it fit Yami better. "We should get going," Seto said, not moving. Yami looked back at him expectantly.

"Alriiiiiight," Yami replied. "Are you planning on moving? 'Cause I could stand here all day, but warn me first so I can get in a comfortable position."

Seto shook his head and shot Yami a sarcastic smile. "We're leaving," he said, walking past Yami to the door. When he reached it, he turned back over to Yami, who was rushing to catch up. Yami was having trouble walking in the pants, and even though he did a good job shortening the length, they were still too long.

Seto opened the door and let Yami exit first. Their journey through the halls was uneventful, except for the odd servant that would look down at Yami's bare feet, and then at Seto, who would give them an 'if you ask, I will kill you' glare. They reached the entrance hall in no time.

Seto grabbed his own coat and boots, and sat down on the bench underneath the coat rack. He pulled his boots on and stood up, gesturing when a servant came up and asked if he could get Seto's horse. Seto walked out into the hazy mid-morning sun and stood at the top of the steps, waiting for his horse. Yami padded up beside him, and they stood in silence.

"What kind of horse do you have?" Yami asked, out of the blue.

"A black Friesian," Seto replied. "Do you know what Friesians look like?" Yami shook his head. "Well, you'll see soon enough. There."

A little gasp escaped Yami's lips as he looked around Seto, at a large black horse being lead up the road. It's hooves were covered in soft, curly hair, making it look like it was floating on the ground as it trotted towards them. It's thick muscles flexed in a rhythmical motion underneath its perfectly groomed coat. The horse's large, black eyes peeked out from behind it's long, wavy bangs. It's mane flowed in the slight wind like faeries were dancing in it. All in all, it was a breath-taking sight.

As the horse came to a stop, Seto walked down the steps and took the reins from the servant. He stroked its nose a couple of times and turned so it was facing Yami.

"His name is Spirit," Seto said, looking at Spirit's face. "I've had him for two years. He's a picky horse, he wont let anyone but me ride him. One time my father tried, but Spirit bucked him off. It was hilarious."

Yami walked up to the horse, tentatively reaching out a hand and brushing the tips of his fingers on the soft hair. Spirit lifted his head and whinnied, and quickly Yami retracted his hand.

"Don't worry," Seto said. "I think he likes you." Seto patted the horse's snout and directed it so that Yami was facing it's side. "Now we take the real test. Get on."

Yami looked over at Seto, shocked. He was not about to get on a horse that had a reputation for bucking people off.

"I don't think so," Yami said resolutely.

"If you don't, we'll never leave," Seto replied.

Yami sighed and stared at the black leather saddle. "Fine."

Yami stuck his bare foot in the silver stirrup, reaching over the horse's body to grab the horn and pulled his body up, swinging his leg over the saddle. He sat down quickly, closing his eyes and waiting to be flung back to the ground. When he was still sitting on the horse, he opened his eyes and looked down at Seto. He released the air he was holding in his lungs.

"See? I told you you'd be fine," Seto said.

"I didn't believe you."

"Aw," Seto said sarcastically, bringing his hand up to his heart. "Stab me in the heart, why don't you." He glanced up at Yami and smirked.

Yami just rolled his eyes. "Can we leave now?"

"Yeah, yeah," Seto replied, walking around the side and in one graceful movement mounted the horse behind Yami. He settled in and kicked the horse in the sides. It jerked and started to trot forward. They were on their way.

Seto and Yami rode into a small, bustling town. People were walking around, bartering for vegetables, fruit, or fresh fish from the harbor a little ways away. The people hushed a little as they noticed who was riding in, but in general, life went on undisturbed. Yami couldn't stop looking around, the only parts of a town he had ever known was the slave trades, he had never been to the marketplace proper. Yami stared up at a great fountain as they passed it, a large stone mermaid sat upon a rock holding a jar with water pouring out of it.

"Here's our first stop," Seto whispered into Yami's ear which made Yami shiver and cringe. Yami pulled away a little and directed his attention to a small shop with a few pairs of shoes in the window.

Seto stopped the horse when they reached the tying post, jumping off and tying the reins around the beam of wood. Yami slid off the horse and followed Seto, who was already walking into the store.

The windows provided a good deal of sunlight, but it still seemed dingy inside the small, cluttered store. Pieces of leather and wood were scattered here and there, and Yami had to be careful where he stepped because of the few bent nails littering the ground.

"Go sit down," Seto said, gesturing at some chairs lined up against the wall. Seto continued to the counter and ringed the bell. A short, tubby man with a bushy gray mustache walked out from the back room, wiping his hands on his apron.

"Ah, welcome young sir," the owner greeted with a toothy smile. "How may I help you?"

Seto leaned against the counter and conferred with the owner, who would look around Seto at Yami every once in a while. When Seto had stopped talking the owner nodded his head and smiled again, disappearing in the back room.

Seto walked back to Yami and sat down. "Alright, we'll get you measured and he'll make the shoes."

"How long will it take?" Yami asked.

"Long, but not too long. This guy is really good at making shoes, and with a little extra money, he can make them faster."

Yami was about to say something else, but the owner came back with a measuring tape draped around his neck and held a stick of graphite and piece of paper. He nodded his head in greeting and bent down.

"May I have your right foot?" He said.

The measuring took no longer than five minutes, and after that, Seto and Yami were left alone, listening to strange noises coming out of the back room. They sat this way the entire time, Seto looked like he was asleep with his eyes open, and Yami was content listening to the noises from the back. When they stopped, Seto seemed to awaken from his 'sleep' and shifted in his seat.

The owner walked out of the back room holding a pair of riding boots. They were made out leather, stained black, and they looked perfect to Yami. The chunky man bent down and, without asking, lifted one of Yami's legs and placed the boot on it. It fit nicely. Yami took his leg back and rotated his ankle in a circle, making sure that the boot was on fully. They felt comfortable, and he took the other boot from the maker and put it on. Yami stood up and looked down at the boots, walked around and jumped a little.

"They feel great," he said.

The shop keeper smiled. "Good. You just come back and tell me if they need any alterations," he looked around at Seto, "and I'll fix them straight away." Seto nodded and took a pouch of coins out, opening it and handing several to the owner. Yami was still walking around with his head bent down, looking at his new shoes.

"Alright, Yami, ready for the next place?" Seto said, walking over to the door.

Yami snapped his head up. "Sure," he said.

Seto and Yami walked out of the store, and were temporarily blinded by the light outside. When everything came into focus, they started down the street, heading toward another shop. They passed numerous people who, for the most part, ignored the two. Some people looked at Seto, and then glanced at Yami, but no one said anything. Yami just thought people were looking at him because he was wearing clothing that obviously didn't fit, and felt a little embarrassed.

Seto turned into a tailors shop and held the door open for Yami. Unlike the shoe shop, this one was bright and full of different colors and types of fabrics stacked on shelves as high as the ceiling. The back room of the store wasn't separated from the main room, so anyone could see many women hard at work. One of them came up to the pair and smiled sweetly. She looked to be younger than them, dressed in plain neutral colors, with her straight brown hair back in a neat braid.

"Hi," she said. "How can I help you?"

"We need a couple of outfits," Seto replied.

"Alright," she smiled, "I assume it's for him." She pointed at Yami, who shyly nodded his head. "Let me get my measuring tape, and then we'll get down to business."

Seto and Yami were left almost shocked, she had said that very seriously, and it wasn't befitting of how she initially held herself. They weren't given enough time to fully think about that, because she had returned and was leading Yami over to a raised platform.

This time, the measuring took much longer. The seamstress would jump from one part of Yami's body to the other, saying the measurements out loud, but not taking any notes. When she dragged the tape down Yami's back, he had to contain the urge to laugh out loud and almost couldn't. Yami had always been ticklish in his lower back, though he never told anyone. When she was done, she stood in front of Yami and clapped her hands.

"Good," she said. "I'm done. Come with me to pick out some fabrics."

Yami stepped off the platform and followed the girl.

"I'm thinking a wardrobe of reds would suit you nicely, don't you think?" She said, looking inquisitively up at Yami.

"I was going to say that I wanted red. Are you going to design my clothes?"

"Yep, and I'll probably make them too, my mom and her friends are getting a little old and can't see anymore."

"We heard that, child," one of the ladies from the back said. "We're not blind, we can still see the stitches."

The girl leaned closer to Yami. "That's what they think," she whispered. "I think they're losing it."

Yami smiled. The girl turned away and pulled out a bolt of red velvet.

"This is a nice fabric, sturdy, warm, it'll make a great jacket. That one you have on definitely doesn't fit, but I like the idea of knee-length for you. Make you look taller. Sir Seto likes them long, and it suits him, don't you think?"

Yami stared at her a second before nodding his head. She talked a lot, and very fast.

"Right," she threw the bolt on the floor and went for another one. This one was a black satin, but she said nothing and threw it on top of the red velvet. Then she ran to the other side of the room, crouched down, and pulled a bolt of a deep red silk. "This'll match your eyes," she said, running back over to Yami and holding the cloth near his head. "Pretty. This one will probably be shirts, Sir Seto likes silk shirts. Oh," she exclaimed and ran to the end of the shelving, "can't forget cotton either, cotton's nice and durable." Yami was getting dizzy following her around so he turned to the wall of fabrics, deciding that he should get to pick out his own fabric too.

Yami spied one he liked. "What's that fabric?" He asked, pointing to a black bolt of matte-looking fabric at the very top of the stack.

"Hmm?" The seamstress followed Yami's finger and saw the same thing he was looking at. "Oh, that's leather, we use it to make riding pants, do you want some?" She asked confused.

"What would I use them for?"

"They protect your legs when you're riding a horse."

"Oh, no, I don't need that," he said disappointed. He liked the look of the leather.

"I guess we could make up some regular pants out of that... it's a little unusual, but I could make it work."

Yami smiled at her.

They spent hours searching for all the material she needed, and when it was over, Seto paid and they left. Yami was thoroughly pleased with the wide variety they had picked, positive that he would get some very nice clothing out of it.

The sun was just beginning it's descent as Seto and Yami reached the tethered horse. The marketplace was almost empty, the venders were packing up to go home and the buyers were walking along with their purchases. Little children were running around together, playing in the street and scattering when their parents called out to them. Yami smiled at them, but felt a twinge of jealousy because he had never gotten to do that sort of stuff.

Yami mounted the horse when Seto untethered it, and slouched in the saddle. He was starting to feel tired after being part of so much excitement that afternoon. He barely registered Seto climbing up on the horse and seating himself behind Yami, kicking the horse into action. The moment Yami's eyes closed he felt that he could not open them again, and instead of fighting with it, he gave into sleep, slouched over the head of the great horse.

Seto blankly looked ahead, not really tired, but not fully awake either. It seemed like the road was on a continuous loop and they were just going around in circles. Then Seto felt Yami lean against his chest, and the loop stopped. He looked down at Yami, who was obviously asleep, and smiled. His father had made the perfect choice, even though he wasn't trying, and a very small part of Seto thanked him immensely.

Yami shifted in his sleep and rolled his head to one side. Seto looked at the exposed part of Yami's neck and thought to himself. If Yami woke up, Seto would probably lose all the trust he had built up, but he couldn't resist. He leaned over Yami and placed a feather-light kiss on his neck, smelling the soap from the day before. Satisfied for the time being, Seto sat up straight again and continued his way home.

A/N: I've hit the proverbial brick wall with the plot for this one, I have a scene written in my head that's about a couple of scenes from when this one ended, so I need a little bit of filler. I'll think about it nonstop though, because I'm starting to enjoy where this is going. And, I put the very last scene in there for my beta; it's not really Yami getting close to Seto, because Yami's asleep. Haha! Loophole.

Well, not to promote my own work or anything (smile), but while I'm thinking up the next chapter for this one you could go read my newest Seto/Yami fic, Enchanting Melody. It's a story about a record label (owned by Seto) that signs on a new band (led by Yami, some other characters from YGO are also part of the band). I like it more than I like this one, or, maybe just about the same. Yeah, so there that is.