(Play opening theme song: 'Vampires Will Never Hurt You' by My Chemical Romance)

"Yami, you look like a wreck." Seto said the next evening. Yami gave him a semi-glare (Seto went unfazed).

"Seeing as how I was forced to sit through a vampire porn, caught in the middle of a conflict between a vampire and a vampire hunter, found one of my roommates stole a SUCKY SLUSH MACHINE-"
"YOU USE IT TOO!" Seto argued, pointing at the watermelon Sucky Slush on the counter. Yami paused.

"….."

"Exactly. Continue."
"Caught my OTHER roommate and his CROSS-DRESSING mate doing the nasty on my EXTREMELY expensive CASH REGISTER, Actually had to GET UP and WORK after CLEANING UP all that mess, went to school and came home early because of the TRICK-OR-TREATERS-"

"By the way, happy Halloween." Seto grinned evilly at Yami frustrated look. A chuckle rumbled in his throat as Yami's eye twitched.
"You just INTERRUPTED me…" Seto quirked an eyebrow.

"You're starting to sound like Yuugi the way that you're putting so much emphasis on your words."

"And that's something else." Yami began again. "I haven't seen Yuugi at all today." Seto blinked and recalled his day quickly in the back of his mind. Funny, neither had he….it must have had something to do with today being…HALLOWEEN.

'And Halloween always brings THAT about…'
Seto thought suspiciously.
"So he's planning something…" The blue-eyed vampire muttered under his breath.
"What?" Yami asked, confused. Seto waved it away with his hand.

"Nothing. Never mind."
--SPLAT!--

"Ah, damnit." Yami scowled at the egg that collided with the window. "Stupid kids. They just can't keep the eggs in the fridge. They HAVE to throw them at something."

"I know." The musician groaned.

"Crap. I don't wanna clean that up."

"You should though. before it leaves a mark." Yami sighed.

"I'll do it in the morning. When Yuugi's lack of presence isn't bothering me." The vampires eyebrow quirked curiously.

"So you're saying you're WORRIED? Or SCARED? Or LUSTING?"
"What?!" Yami gaped. "No! Not lusting. HE'S the one lusting here, not me."

"You make it sound like he's a sex fanatic."

The vampire thought. Yami blinked.

"…What?"
"You heard me." The CEO retorted.

"Even YOU know how Yuugi tends to-"

"You just need to see him in a different light." He stretched his arms over his head. "He hasn't always been that way."

"What brought THIS on?"

"The fact that you've been writing off my friend-and unfortunately leader-as no more than an arrogant, pretty-faced, smug, pervert." He thought for a moment.

Actually…

"Okay, he kind of is, but...it's not his fault." He defended. Yami blinked.

"I haven't labeled him as-" His argument died at Seto's look. "Okay, so maybe I have." Seto knew his face softened. It was still a touchy subject.

"He wasn't like that in high school. Or middle school. It only started when we left the area and found more vamps to pal around with." His voice was softer too. "He was quieter then…more restrained…"

..::Flashback::..

"Seto!" A young voice called. The CEO turned to his little brother.

"I know Mokuba." He said, adjusting his position under the tree. Seto held up the book that he was writing against. "Just let me finish these papers first. KaibaCorp doesn't run itself you know." The black haired boy standing next to him sighed, his grey eyes bored and wandering.
"I wish someone could just make something that would make it easier for you to get work done." Seto let out a laugh.

"Believe me, so does everyone else in the world; including me. But I don't see that happening soon." He stood up, book in hand. "Plus, I've got homework when we get home."
"You ALWAYS have homework."
"I'm in high school, Mokie. I always will." He stretched a little, rolling his shoulders. "Yes, we're finally going home now."
"THANK you." Mokuba retorted playfully. "I'm tired of seeing all these stoners at the park." Seto's eyes gazed the area, seeing the pot-smokers.
"Yeah, I know what you-" His eyes widened.

He knew that spiky haired kid…Damnit, what was his name again?

Tanuki?

Yuki?

Yogi?

"Yuugi." He muttered as the name finally caught him.

"He got picked on a lot. Always did. I think it was because of how he looked. It WAS pretty weird. For the 60's anyway."

"Seto? What is it?" The CEO's eyes widened as he watched the kid-looking-teen on the other side of the street, a bigger teen digging a knee into his gut. The big one had friends with him; and they were ALL joining in, one of them kicked him in the back, another was tugging at his strange hair. Until eventually, they seemed to relent a bit and the one grabbing his hair threw him to the ground.

"They never left him alone. They thought it was fun, I think. That's what someone told me once."

"N-Nothing." He said, trying to disconnect his eye sockets from the sight. But something wouldn't let him. He continued to stare as a fourth sharply stepped on his back. The boy released a tear-drowned cry, muffled by the pavement of sidewalk, but still quite loud. Mokuba blinked at the noise.
"What was that?"
"Nothing. We're leaving." Seto said hurriedly, leaving the park without letting his brother see.

He continued to watch and pulled his head away as Yuugi rolled into a fetal position on the ground.

They started kicking him when Kaiba looked away.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

The image-and scream-was burned into his mind.

..::End Flashback::..

Seto's eyes darted towards a rather interesting corner of the room. Ever since then, he'd felt a little but…guilty (?) about not doing anything.

But what COULD he have done? He couldn't necessarily fight them HIMSELF. He'd been too scrawny; he didn't have the strength he did now. It would have been foolish.
Seto Kaiba was no fool.

"So…they NEVER left him alone?" Yami asked tentatively. Seto shook his head, seeing that the point was getting across.

"Never. Ever since the day he came to school, he had a target branded on him. Hell, it was pretty frequent; kicking his butt became a requirement to graduate." The CEO snorted. He leaned back in his chair.

"He was always telling them to stop it and to leave him alone. They just didn't. And the people who didn't do anything didn't care or just couldn't be bothered."

'Like I was.'

"Eventually, he dropped out of school." He blinked his cool blue eyes at the guilt-ridden musician in front of him. "But they still found him." Yami's eyes widened.

"So I guess my little guilt-trip worked, huh?" The CEO chuckled a little, but it was hollow.

After all, it worked on him too.

Yami stayed silent.

"I thought it would. So just remember that there's more to the little perv than he lets on. Alright?"

..::Meanwhile…::..

"Eheheheheee…." An evil little giggle emerged from the tiny vamps mouth. "TONIGHT is the NIGHT." he declared, lighting the final candle in the bedroom. "And if not tonight, then tomorrow night. If not tomorrow night, the nigh after that one." Yuugi breathed in the scent the candles gave off, rich, pleasant and somewhat…erotic.

"I have two weeks to work with this FLAWLESS excuse…I mean SITUATION." He snickered. Yuugi opened the window and quickly left the room, shutting it again in a way as not to blow the candles out. He grinned, watching a familiar face running down the street.

"Ah…what a night for my kind. No way to resist its call. Even Ryou, usually so calm, so patient, so moderate, finds himself trapped within our allure." He waited until Ryou entered the game Shop before jumping to the ground. He'd make his entrance AFTER Yami heard the news. After all, he obviously knew nothing.

Yuugi grinned.

This was going to be sweet.

---

Yami sighed, lying down on the couch.

After what happened in the shop an hour ago…

"…There's more to the little perv than he lets on…"

Damnit…he felt bad now.

'That was the point.'
He thought to himself.

Still…

Yuugi DID say he was picked on but Kaiba…

Kaiba made it worse.

He then heard the small bell ringing from the store. Someone came in.

"Yuugi?"

The sound of high-hells clacking against the store's floor disproved the question.
"Sorry. It's me." A familiar voice called. Yami blanched and paled at the same time at the memory. Seconds later, a white headed cross-dresser in a masochist nurse costume (Either for Halloween or…other purposes that Yami didn't want to think about or ever see again) entered the living room, appearing somewhat anxious.

There was as tiny tent in his dress.

EW.

"Ryou, what's going on?"
"Where's Bakura?" He asked, his leg twitching a little.

"In his room, I think." Yami answered. His eye rose at that. "Why?"

"BAKURA!" Ryou screamed. "GET OVER HERE!"

"You know, his room is right behind you." Yami pointed to the door behind the albino skirt-sporting nurse.
"RYOU!" An affectionate cry as Bakura flung the door open and nearly tackled his lover. Ryou managed to stay upright, however, and then proceeded to face his life partner.

"You get points for coming." Bakura husked. Glancing at the watch on his wrist, he blinked. "RIGHT on the button, too."

"You know me." Ryou whispered, closing the gap.

Yami took this fifteen-minute make out session as an opportune moment to turn on the TV.

Once they broke apart, Yami blinked.

"If you two want to finish, you can take it into Bakura's room. 'Girlfriends' is on and though I hate watching it, it will drown out the sounds of your love-making." Ryou pouted.

"But the bedroom is so BORING." Yami twitched at that.

"Besides, won't YOU be busy soon? Ooh, that's niiiice…" Bakura asked (And moaned under his lovers tongue). The musician bat his eyelids in confusion.
"What are you talking about?"

There was a small silence in the room, excluding the TV. Ryou started giggling. Bakura chuckled.
"So, no one's told you?" he asked, squeezing his lover. Curious, the college student turned to face the couple.

"No one told me what?" He asked.

"Oh the poor boy is HE in for a surprise." Ryou sniggered. Bakura shushed him.

"Well, today is Halloween."
"I know."
"A very important day in the lives, or rather, the dead. Us. Vampires." Yami nodded.
"Yeesss…" Bakura grinned.
"And the marking point for the beginning of the mating season." Yami turned as pale as the lovers in front of him. He wanted to pretty much scream and cry and run around the house, but he found himself weighted down by the sheer words 'mating season' and when he opened his mouth, a squeak took the place of the screaming.
Also, his eyes were too wide, it seemed, to cry.

Ryou sighed.

"Poor kid. Yep, Halloween marks off the two-week-long mating season for vampires." Bakura rubbed his legs together.
"We're hornier than ever right now. On this night, everything is at its zenith but they all return to normal over different periods of time. And our hormones remain peaked for two weeks."

This did not soothe the musician.

"Also, it becomes much more difficult to resist the allure of vampires because at this point, their lust has climaxed. The allure is triggered by lust and, well…" Ryou said flippantly. He smiled, grabbing Bakura's hand.

"Well, as you said, Bakura and I should take this into his room. Bye-bye." The two giggled sexily as they scampered in and shut the door.

Yami just sat there, pale as a ghost, eyes as wide as a bushbaby's, and mouth hanging so low, it touched the floor.

He let out a gasp and tense immediately at the feel of hands snaking over his back and around his neck. A pair of lips propped themselves against his ear.

"So they finally told you?" Yuugi whispered. Yami trembled. The small vampire giggled. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle with you." Yami could hear the smirk on his face. "Yami-Chan." The name was whispered so smoothly, it was like butter. The hot breath on the shell of his ear as the nickname was said made him groan inwardly. His lower stomach sparked with want.

He was in deeeeeeeeep shit.

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Digi12: Heh. Rather short, but I think it got the point across for the next chapter.

Justin: You've been DYING to write this.

Digi12: --nods-- Yep. Unfortunately, now I'll have to change the rating.

Yami: OO WHAT?!

Yuugi: --Victory dance--

Digi12: No, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or MCR. Damnit. –tear-- I WANT GERARD!

Yuugi: And I want Yami-Chan. But we'll all --gestures to readers.-- just have to wait, won't we?