The note left nothing for me to follow.
It was just a bland Egyptian poem that was well known six years ago when they uncovered it from a pharaoh's tomb. No leads. No nothing. My eyes flickered down to Yugi who was staring at the orchid above him.
"Yugi?" I questioned coldly. Yugi's large eyes slowly fell on me. I froze up slightly. "I don't think he's gone."
"Then where is he now?" Yugi stuttered. "I can't feel him anymore. He's not...he's not in my head anymore. I can't...even feel him anymore."
What does that mean? I felt mild regret before putting my hand on my forehead. All of this nonsense was too much to swallow. Was Jounochi really worth it? I lingered on this thought for a moment. Then a thought popped into my head after remembering what Jounochi had said, my eyes snapped to Yugi's bare neck.
It was a cheap shot but nonetheless it was worth a try.
"Yugi where is your necklace?" I questioned hastily. Yugi's fingers immediately touched his upper chest as his eyes widened.
"Seetoo!" Mokuba's voice called as he slammed the door open to the room. He looked down at Yugi immediately then up at me. "What's going on?"
"I signed a contract that enforced people affiliated with Jounochi the rights to stay in the mansion." I said efficiently. "Unfortunately it's a heavier burden than I thought I was signing up for."
"...speaking of that contract, Jounochi's here." Mokuba said looking to the door where the blonde just entered.
"Here to see me again so soon?" I questioned trying to hide my discomfort created from a strange mix of liking someone too much and being caught red-handed.
"Yeah, We're going to stay here too, my studio just got burnt down." Jounochi informed me. I could feel my brows furrowing.
"We?" I questioned before I saw the huge crowd behind him. "You've got to be joking Katsuya!" I yelled finding myself angrier than I imagined.
"You signed the contract," Jounochi smiled slyly, I couldn't tell if it was just his natural habits or if he was really trying to get on my nerves. "You live in a mansion anyway."
"Fine. But I will lay down rules on how you will be staying in my mansion." I ordered. "First everyone come in and sit down."
In a few moments I felt like a preschool teacher that was teaching a bunch of crazed juvenile delinquents when I saw the whole crew on the floor, with legs crisscrossed bothering each other.
"Ok, all of you will stay on floors three and four. No wandering above that. If you do I will punish you severely. No more than two to a room. You may use the kitchen and restrooms as you please as well as the gaming room on the first floor. No stealing. No destroying property, and No inappropriate behavior in front of Mokuba whatsoever. Understood?" I ordered with more authority in my voice than I used in a long time.
"Go find your rooms now, and if there are any adjustments to be made inform the maids assigned to each room or me personally." I watched as they all got up and walked away. I felt like a gang leader. It was actually pretty fun. Then I realized Jounochi was still in the room.
"Hey Kaiba, I have a few questioned though, one is, what will we use for our studio, and two is, there's only thirty-six rooms on each floor and with the two people to a room thing, I'm without a room-what are you going to do about that?"
"You'll simply have to stay on my floor then I suppose." I replied without thinking.
"And in that case how will my people be able to reach me when they cant come to the floor I'm on?" Jounochi asked with a devious smile.
"They'll just have to contact you via the intercom system located in every room and then you'll have to meet them." I responded.
"And the studio?" Jounochi questioned, I paused. What on earth will I do about that? Surely they'll be making dirty movies and things in there that I definitely don't want Mokuba to catch sight of. "You do know we can use the studio for your advertising project too." Oh yeah.
"We will have it in the building next door, which is the one of the technology testing facilities for Kaiba corp. I have a room in mind but we'll choose that tomorrow."
This blonde always seems to know how to pull my strings just right to get what he wants. Its almost as bad as Mokuba.
Pawprints: It's been a while since I've written on this story so please forgive me if the flow is broken or if it doesn't quite fit. I'm sure I'll discover how to make it work eventually.