Kaiba's Preferences

By: Niiro Yuuyake

Warnings: Shounen-ai, comedy, OOCness, possible Anzu and OC bashing. Possible Baku/Seto or Yami/Seto lime.

Disclaimer: Niiro does not own Yu-Gi-Oh nor does she own any of its characters.

A.N.- I'm so happy so many people enjoy this fic. Please, continue to enjoy and review it. You make me happy, and get another chapter!

Chapter 8: The Supermarket: Part two

Mokuba knew it was illegal. He knew full well, that opening a bag of chips, and several packets of gum in the supermarket, with no intention to pay for them(though he could, easily) was against the law.

But nothing concerning the law was at the forefront of his mind. Currently, he was reading a comic book while sitting in the middle of the isle, munching on a bag of Funyuns(1) and chewing gum at the same time. Right about now, he was curious as to how the hero would get out of this situation, instead of where his 'Niisama and company were . . .

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The albino blushed as his hand came in contact with Yuugi's. He was reaching for a can of condensed milk, because he figured, while he was at the store, he could shop for himself and Bakura, while helping Yuugi shop for Mokuba's party.

He'd, metaphorically, kill two birds with one stone.

So, as he reached again, for the can of milk, Yuugi did the same, causing their hands to brush into one another.

"Sorry" Ryou mumbled, blushing as he looked away from Yuugi.

The young teen blushed also, pulling his hand back, as he looked at the floor below his feet, "Yea . . . sorry. "

The albino teen took his embarrassed time, to think a second. Why exactly was Yuugi reaching for milk, anyhow? That, he was sure, wasn't on the list.

As it turned out, Yuugi was thinking the same thing. Why exactly was he reaching for the milk? He didn't need it. Perhaps, it was his subconscious making him reach out to have some contact with Ryou? Or maybe he was just being weird . . . but the subconscious thing sounded more . . . not weird, so he went with it.

"Yuugi . . . ?" Ryou started, but Yuugi silenced him by stretching his hand out, and grabbing hold of the albino's.

"Your hand is better than a can of milk, any day . . . " Yuugi smiled, blushing a horrible red color.

Ryou blushed the same, looking down at their conjoined hands, "Indeed." He smiled, shyly, "But I do need to get that can . . . " He reached up with his unoccupied hand, "Thankfully, I have two hands."

Yuugi smiled, squeezing Ryou's hand, as the albino dropped the can into the cart. "Now, "Yuugi started, "onto the candy isle to pack up on some junkfood!" He laughed.

Ryou giggled as they headed a few isles away, to the Candy Isle. But somehow, both teens had forgotten that little Mokuba was down that isle.

When they entered the isle, they couldn't really see anything. Yuugi had stacked so much on his cart that he was actually depending on Ryou to guide him in the right direction.

But the problem with that was, when they had decided that Ryou would guide, the two weren't holding hands. Now, the poor albino was lost in his own mind, blushing so much, he was afraid he'd faint! He couldn't very well lead Yuugi in the right direction, since he wasn't paying any attention. At all.

So when the cart suddenly jammed to a stop, Yuugi and Ryou were startled to attention.

Ryou gasped as he saw who had stopped the cart(causing a few items to fall). "Oh . . . my . . . "

Mokuba stared at Ryou with wide eyes, until Yuugi came from behind the tower groceries with a shocked look on his face.

"Oh man! Mokuba! Are you okay? I didn't see you there!" Yuugi gasped as he rushed to the preteen's side.

Mokuba nodded, and dusted himself off as he stood up. " I'm fine." He looked at the towering items in the cart. "I didn't think we would need so much . . . food. "

Yuugi nodded, "Well . . . some of its Ryou's . . . but most of it is needed . . . or wanted."

Mokuba nodded, looking around, "Is that all? Should we go find 'Niisama to pay?"

Ryou and Yuugi nodded, "Right after we grab a few bags of candy, we could leave . . . "

Mokuba shrugged, patting his stomach as he slumped back onto the isle floor, "I'm full. I don't want any more candy." He said, picking up the comic book again, "Lemme know when you're done."

Yuugi nodded as Ryou gave a disappointed look. "See? You've spoiled your appetite. You won't even eat real food now, would you?"

Mokuba waved a hand a Ryou, shooing him away, "You're such a Mother Hen! I already have a nanny, who gets paid for all that talking you're doing. Maybe 'Niisama will fire her, and hire you . . . you're a lot nicer, anyhow." Mokuba joked.

Ryou blushed, "I'm not a Mother Hen . . . " He mumbled, following Yuugi, "And no more sweets! You'll never get to bed!"

Mokuba and Yuugi burst out laughing, "Mother Hen!"

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Yami slouched against the stall's side, as Bakura slouched against Kaiba's chest.

"Get . . . off . . . him . . . Tomb . . . Robber . . . " Yami panted as he tried to catch his breath.

Bakura panted also, just as tired as the ex-pharaoh, but still forcing his hands to caress Kaiba's chest. "Not . . . in . . . this . . . life . . . time . . . Pharaoh . . . "

Seto just stared for a moment, before pushing Bakura away from him(and onto Yami). 'Enough of this. I'd rather be out there with that horde of violent FanGirls, than in here, assaulted by you two!"

Yami and Bakura gave Seto a lopsided grin, "You don't mean that" They both mumbled.

The brunette stared. "Trust me . . . I know I mean it."

The entrance to the Men's Room rattled as the door was pushed open. "Kaiba-san!" Several voices called out.

Seto visibly relaxed as he shoved open the stall door. "Thank Kami-sama you finally got here. What the hell took you so-" The brunette would have continued to ramble on and on, but the sight of, not only FanGirls blocking the exit, but several reporters with cameras, stopped him mid sentence.

Then, of all the times to do something as bold -just as the cameras started to flash, and the excited, overly exaggerated screams of FanGirls got louder- something grabbed onto his ass.

Kaiba knew instantly what, or actually, who had grabbed his ass; on his left cheek, the jerky, rough squeezes of Bakura's hand, and on the right ass cheek, the constant, steady squeezes of Yami's hand.

Seto would have gasped. He would have glared. He would have turned around and murdered those . . . buffoons for touching him like that, but when the screams and cheers got, even, louder, and the flashes of cameras became far too excessive, the brunette could only stand there. On the verge of a murderous rampage.

Many of the reporters started to yell out questions, and some even had microphones. No doubt some people in the crowd were paparazzi, also.

Dammit, Kaiba thought, this would be on the front page tomorrow, while the death of Yami and Bakura made it to page 2a . . .

His life was always the forefront of everything. Not even a Nuclear war would make it front page, over something as trivial as, oh say . . . Billionaire Kaiba Seto Being Gay . . .

Snapping back to reality, Kaiba smacked the two ancients' hands off his rear, storming out of the Men's Room, surrounded by his guards.

Yami's smirk faded as he realized that he had made a really . . . big . . . mistake. Sure, he didn't mind everyone knowing he was gay . . . the FanGirls didn't seem to care, anyway. But Kaiba had his reasons for keeping his private life . . . private. Shit . . . This was all Bakura's fault!

"Look what you did!" Yami growled, covering his eyes, as the some of the lesser paparazzi stayed behind to snap pictures.

Eventually, the photographers would sell the pictures, and Yami and Bakura would still end up in an edited picture, in some awkward pose, with Seto . . . Or in this case . . . an even more awkward pose . . .

But currently, Yami was busy blaming Bakura, and thinking of a way to make this up to Kaiba . . . He really didn't think sex would work . . .

"My fault!" Bakura hissed, following closely behind Yami.

The ex-Pharaoh was currently following behind a horde of flashing lights, and loud cheers, also known as, the mob around Kaiba.

Bakura rushed beside him, glaring at the crowd ahead of them, "You know, Pharaoh, if I just had a minute more, I could have gotten us both some ass . . . "

Yami snorted, sliding his foot in front of Bakura-causing the Tomb Robber to stumble- and rushed to catch up with the crowd.

Seto let his guards lead him to the exit. He figured Yami and Bakura would follow, but right now, he didn't care to make sure they didn't get trampled by the violent, ball of flashes and screams surrounding him.

When the leading guard stopped, and turned to Kaiba, the whole mob stopped.

"What is it?" Kaiba practically yelled over the clicks of cameras and girlish squeals.

"Kaiba-san, do you wish to bring Mokuba-san, along?" the guard yelled back.

Seto nodded, his guards leading him down an isle, where Mokuba stood, with Yuugi and Ryou.

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Mokuba heard, first, rather than saw the groups of photographers and armed guards as they ran passed the Candy Isle toward the back of the store.

He spotted one of the guards as working for Kaiba Corp., so he knew his brother had a problem.

Walking only a few steps to stand beside Ryou and Yuugi, Mokuba told them of the situation.

"So you think Kaiba might me in trouble?" Yuugi clarified, just to be sure.

Mokuba shook his head. "No . . . 'Niisama is very well able to take care of himself. I said that I think that he might be in an unsafe situation, in which he wouldn't be able to fight back without hurting innocent people." Mokuba cleared his throat.

Ryou looked to Yuugi, "But isn't that the same as-"

The tricolor haired teen placed his hand over the Albino's mouth, "No . . . in Kaiba's case, it's not." Then Yuugi whispered, "Mokuba sees Kaiba as his idol . . . so naturally he'd think of his brother as being invincible."

Ryou nodded. Ah . . . so Mokuba was the rearranging his words, so as not to openly say his brother was in danger . . . since 'Kaiba was too great' for that . . . Ryou giggled to himself. How cute . . .

As the three stood there, conversing about what they should do, another crowd(but Moki noticed it was the same as before, just with more people) came by again.

"It's 'Niisama, I'm sure." Mokuba sighed, "Great . . . he'll be in a terrible mood now that the press and FanGirls caught him . . . "

Yuugi and Ryou nodded in agreement, "I remember the time they came out to the school . . . One of the teachers had the audacity to actually scold Kaiba, just after he got away from the press . . . poor lady . . . I think she went on vacation; haven't seen her since . . . " Yuugi mumbled.

Mokuba nodded, "Yea . . . three people got fired that day . . . in half an hour . . . "

Ryou tsked.

As the crowd headed toward the isle they occupied, Mokuba realized his brother must have been coming to speak with him, so he headed into the group, protected by the leading security guard.

Finally stuck in the middle with his Aniki, Mokuba sighed in relief. "What's going on, 'Niisama?"

Kaiba sighed, running his hand down his face in mock-desperation. " Thanks to Bakura and Yami, I nearly got raped by a wild group of girls." Seto sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I'm leaving."

Already figuring that's what his brother would say, Mokuba had his puppy-eyes prepared. (He'd have to talk to Yami about staying on his brother's good side . . . The Look-puppy eyes- wouldn't work forever . . . )

"But 'Niisama! You said you come . . . the least you could do is stay until we pay. Besides, you're the only one with money. And we really need this stuff . . . " The younger Kaiba could see his brother weakening, though it was just a hint of a slouch of his shoulders, "And if Ryou doesn't get Bakura his food, that maniac would kill him!" He tried his best to sound appalled; as though he actually though Bakura would do it . . .

Kaiba's resolve snapped. "Fine. Just . . . keep those . . . four in here with you . . . I'll be waiting in the limo." Kaiba handed his younger brother a credit card, "Try to keep them out of the cameras' eye . . . I have enough questions that people want answers to . . . "

Mokuba nodded, skipping out of the crowd and back to Yuugi and Ryou.

But he stopped, turning to look behind him upon hearing footsteps, "Oh no . . . "Mokuba groaned.

The guard smiled, "Nice to watch over you again, Kaiba-san" He said to Mokuba, "Looks like me and two others will be keeping you and your friends a safe distance away from the press, today."

Mokuba nodded looking back at Yuugi and Ryou. Yami and Bakura had also joined the pair in the isle, and some of the press was still taking pictures and asking questions-though no one responded.

"Well . . . " Mokuba pointed in Yuugi's direction, "You guys are doing a very bad starting job."

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Still surrounded by the three guards, who in turn, were surrounded by a few reporters-with cameras- Mokuba and company stood at the register.

They had nearly paid for everything, when Anzu and Kiroko-chan came strolling in line.

"Where were you guys?" The brunette growled, "When we couldn't find YAMI!" She screamed upon seeing her love.

Groaning, Yami tried to turn away, but Bakura shoved him closer to the screeching girl. "Anzu . . . how . . . sweet." Yami mumbled, sarcastically.

The guards squeezed Ki-chan and Anzu into the small circle, so they could better communicate with the rest of the Yuugi-tachi.

But, as they let Anzu in, the reporters took notice. Several of them, calling out to Anzu-and getting her attention- asked who she and Kiroko were . . .

"Me?" Anzu repeated, "I'm Anzu . . . Yami's girlfriend!" She latched herself onto Yami's arm, trying to kiss his cheek.

The cameras went flashing like crazy.

"And who is this other young lady?" one of the reporters asked.

"Oh . . . " Anzu started, glancing around but not spotting Kaiba, "This is Kiroko-chan, she's Seto Kaiba's date!"

And to say that the cameras flashed a lot, would be an understatement.

Mokuba overheard Anzu, gasping in horror at the lie she obliviously spread worldwide . . . "Guards?"

"Yes, Kaiba-san?" They said in unison.

Sighing, Mokuba said, " Niisama's gonna have a fit . . . and your best bet is to stay as far away as possible if you want to keep your jobs."

They nodded, "Noted, sir."

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Almost simultaneously, the reporters picked up their cellphones, speed dialing their bosses, "Sir . . . I've got the greatest story to ever hit Japan . . . with pictures and witnesses as proof!"

---TBC---

(1) Funyuns are these onion-flavored chips, in the shape of onion-rings. They're really good, but they make your breath reek. Always have a mint, handy, or eat them at home, where you have easy access to a toothbrush!

A.N.- That was longer than expected. Some of the reactions didn't turn out how I expected it to, but I hope you all like this chapter anyhow. Please review and tell me what you think. I'd love to know. Also, I hope you have enjoyed this story, but it'll be ending soon. Sorry, maybe I'll type another one. Not a sequel, but I had this fic in mind. It could be a sequel though . . .

Next update on September 18 or 19, unless something else comes up, but I doubt it. Reviews are loved!

Anyhow, thanks for your reviews.

-Niiro Yuuyake