Don't tell me. It's been nearly three years since I've done a chapter for this story? Yeah, painful. Alright. Here goes nothing.

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The door slammed behind him, loud enough to turn a few heads in the hallways as he darted through the school. The encounter with Katsuya had left Kaiba startled and the whole experience was rather unsettling. But to not show any weakness, Kaiba continued his way through the school with the same cold expression he carried on his face everyday. As hard as he tried, he could not get Katsuya's face out of his mind and the words he had said with rang through his ears.

It was unnatural for melted honey eyes to look at ice blue steel ones and admit true feelings. Or was it?

Feet away from the exit, Kaiba stood there in thought. Katsuya was a trickster and a brat. He would do anything he could to get a reaction out of someone, even if that means to say something that was completely untrue. If he wanted to play such a game, then it would leave him no choice but to play alone. Seto grinned. He loved challenges and there had never been a challenge he couldn't win, with the exception of Yuugi. That kid was in a league of his own, but enough with the puny one. He turned around on his heel and headed back to the classroom, now going over strategic plans to get back at Katsuya for his little trick. No matter how convincing it sounded, he was not going to fall for it.

As he approached the staircase that lead back to the corridor his classroom was in, he heard the familiar voice of that smart-ass and the laughter of his retarded friends. It's Honda and Anzu. What do you expect him to think of them.

Kaiba moved up the stairs just as Katsuya was coming down with his group of friend and there in the centre the two met once more. Time froze as the faced each other, the only two souls who knew what had happened in that empty classroom. Katsuya's throat swelled once more seeing the beautiful, dark youth's face but tried to still his beating heart. He had Kaiba where he wanted him and was not about to let it slip from his grasp. Unfortunately Kaiba was thinking the same thing in terms of game play and closed his eyes as he began to pass the group. Katsuya sighed with relief as the boy passed him but was caught when he heard that raspy voice call him out.

" Hey dog," he called in his stern and overpowering voice. Jou turned raised a fist at him, "I thought I told you not to call me that!"

"Shut your trap and come up with me. I wish to talk to you in private. Unless you want to run away with a tale between your pathetic little legs."

Left in doubt, Jou watched Kaiba ascend up the stairs after making the request, not once turning his head to check whether or not he was going to follow. "Sounds serious!" exclaimed Honda and Anzu nodded in agreement. "Did you two have another fight today," Yuugi sighed and looked at Jou, his eyes flashing with bouts of worry.

"I don't know but I'm going to find out," Jou said with a raised eyebrow and waved to his friends before rushing up the steps. "I'll catch you guys later."

Kaiba stood in the hallway and waited for the blond to arrive. With it being now half way through the lunch break, most of the students had moved on outside the building's walls or beyond the school grounds. The silence was broken by the rushed steps of someone approaching.

"Huh, I didn't think you'd even come. Before we get this started, have any other vulgar comparisons you wish to get out in the open? Herpes for example?"

Jou panted and gritted his teeth before came to a halt and stood in front of him, "What do you want Kaiba? What is so important that you had to call me away from my pals there? If it is about what I said earlier," he grinned and placed his hands in his pockets, tilting his head going back to playing the part. " I meant every word of it. I really - really do like you. You are so tall, handsome and strong. Smart and dark," Jou approached Kaiba, now standing only inches away and watching his face remain cold but fighting to stay so. " You are so mysterious. Let me in Kaiba. I want to know what it is like to be you. "

That seemed to be the trigger that resulted in dark boy pushing Jou away as hard as he could, nearly forcing him to hit the ground. " I do not know what the fuck you are playing, Katsuya but this is sick! You are a perverted fuck and seriously need to get your head examined. Or better yet - lobotomized!"

Jou looked up at Kaiba, never before had he seen the so enraged before and just as quickly as the words spat out of his mouth like cruel venom, he had walked off.

He was in shock and found himself unable to move. This was certainly not what he had expected and he felt his heart shatter on spot. Kaiba had said straight to his face how he thought of him and it hurt. Now he was left confronting his heart and his mind. If he was to continue playing this game, then Kaiba would be his perminate enemy and there would be no chance he would ever express truthfully how he felt about the other. Yet at the same time, he had him on the run and he was winning. But at what cost? Jou sat down on the ground and remained there until the bell rang.

Kaiba rushed into the nearest bathroom and locked the door behind him. He did not want to be disturbed as he attempted to gather himself and regain control of his actions. What Katsuya had said back there struck a nerve and he breathed a deep sigh before glancing at himself in the mirror. There was something different this time. A part of him had been cracked open but only Katsuya had seen it. Taking a closer look, he examined himself further. The crack was small, very small but a crack could lead to other cracks and soon his whole personal would be shattered by that dog if he did not do something quick. Kaiba glared at himself, mad he allowed himself to be upset by the dog and mad at himself for losing that round. He was going to have to play this game the same way Katsuya was. With emotion rather than facing it head on. The bell rang and Kaiba headed back to class with a new strategy at hand.

If you can't hate them, love them.