Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Warnings: Shounen-ai; BL; slash; boy x boy; homosexual relationships; yaoi, SetoJou; Kaiba Seto x Jounouchi Katsuya, a shitty artist attempting to write, may be OOC, and spoilers up to the end of the series.

Notes: Please read the notes from the previous chapters as well (if you haven't already done so) as they still apply for this chapter.

I'm so slow… It took me three chapters to get to the point. Haha.

I suck.

Please bear with the mushy beginning…

The One Who Befuddles My Heart

He barely hovered over the other boy on his bed. His legs straddled his lover while his forearms held his thorax up. Their fingers laced together gently as the distance between their lips slowly declined. When their lips barely brushed against each other, he paused. The meeting was soft as fine feathers and sent jolts of tingles across the rest of their lips and then swiftly down the rest of their body.

His lover mumbled his name softly, encouraging him to continue, so he initiated an exchange of gentle kisses. Warm and soft…

Their fingers unlaced and he brought his right hand to travel down the side of his companion's body while his other hand was placed over the lower portion of said companion's abdomen. The kisses continued and began to grow in intensity. Neither boys wanted to stop, both begging 'just a little longer' silently in their minds.

The exchange soon grew heated as he desired his lover in a different level. He ran his tongue along the other's lower lip and then nibbled at it. To his delight, his lover parted his lips slightly, inviting him in for that more passionate kiss he craved for.

Their tongues tangled and clashed, trying to taste each other to the fullest. They wanted to get closer, they wanted to join; their bodies rubbed against each other, not wanting even the slightest distance between them.

He sucked on his lover's tongue softly, causing said lover to moan and writhe inside with delight. Their hands travelled over each other, running fingers over sensitive areas and slipping them under clothing.

Their burning bodies only made them more desperate for each other. They greedily tried to get as much as they can of each other but he soon pulled away gently, but not far. Their breathing was laboured, their clothing and hair were ruffled, their cheeks were flushed and their breath mingled between them.

"Seto…" his lover said through soft pants, his eyes clouded slightly with lust.

He smiled softly while caressing his lover's rosy cheek with his thumb.

"Katsuya…"

Without saying anything more, he started to ravish Katsuya's neck. He trailed kisses along his jaw line and down his neck and ran his tongue back up it afterwards, retracing the path. Katsuya moaned and in return, rubbed their hips together.

Their clothing vanished suddenly and the world narrowed to them and the bed. He moved over Katsuya's chest, planting kisses down it.

Katsuya only watched; his heartbeat could be felt increasing with excitement.

His lips moved lower, reaching Katsuya's navel…

He continued his kisses, lower and lower…

Lower and lower…

He woke up to the sound of his radio alarm clock, buzzing and blaring out the traffic report. He rolled over to his side and groaned, reaching over to turn the alarm off. He shifted uncomfortably in his bed before pushing himself to sit up on the soft mattress. Lifting his blanket up, he peered under it.

Stupid dream. It had been a while since he had one of these dreams… They were always horrifyingly mushy and always involved Katsuya.

He groaned again before forcing his body out of bed and into the bathroom. He needed a cold shower…

He stepped out of his clothes and into his shower, twisting the knob for water and adjusting it to a temperature he wanted.

The water came rushing out the showerhead onto Seto's slightly sweaty body. It felt good; the water was hitting him like a soft massage—bouncing off his body, clinging onto his skin in forms of tiny transparent pearls and streaming all over his body, dripping off at the limbs. But most importantly, the heat he felt was diminishing.

It was only a crush. A crush that he had for a long time now, but never acknowledged or admitted to until Mokuba forced it out of him during their last year in high school. It was illogical at first—the great Kaiba Seto having a crush over a commoner who he thought to be a fool. And it just had to be a boy to boot—but those confusing times over how he felt were over for him. Like Mokuba told him—he was human even if he worked like a machine.

Only an attraction…

It wasn't something he tried to pursue, seeing how it was completely impossible in the first place. Katsuya didn't act like he was gay, not when he drooled over every damn set of boobs attached to every bloody attractive woman. He was sure Katsuya had no feelings for him as well. It wasn't something he needed to pursue either; it wasn't important and he was convinced that it would eventually just go away. Just like in the stories he heard—crushes dissipate with time. He had been too busy with Kaiba Land to think about anything else that it felt like it did go away. But now he guessed…it didn't.

He hated how foolish this ridiculous attraction made him feel. It made him a walking contradiction all the time. Sometimes he'd feel like he wanted to pursue Katsuya and then he'd push him away with condescending words. But he had enjoyed what he had received out of it—angry cute puppies.

Yesterday he told Katsuya his secret. He was a businessman and had analyzed and assessed the situation. He couldn't risk not telling the blond about this dangerous game. Telling the truth was the safest path. He had predicted that Katsuya would be proud to discover that he was the only one who knew. Thus, he would more likely keep his word.

He had explained everything in a way he knew even normal people like Katsuya would understand to simplify matters. But...had he said too much? He had said more than he normally would have. Originally he thought he should just get it all over with by spilling everything at once, but he ended up giving him a detailed report—something he normally expected out of his employees. Had he changed? No, it couldn't be that. Maybe forcing himself to act like Matsuo for two weeks was messing with him. Matsuo was more talkative as an employee since there's an expectation to spew detailed reports. But…

Mokuba was the only person he ever cared to give details to (but only in complete privacy). No matter how ingenious he thought his plans were or whatever degree of excitement he was in, it shouldn't have cause him to recite a speech to anyone other than Mokuba. Did it mean something? It was just a crush! Did mere attraction have that much power over someone? It didn't before… Did it rise up a level? Was he more infatuated now? Either way it was temporary and foolish.

He shook his head and dismissed his thoughts. He would not let it bother him. It was just a useless human emotion that was unnecessary to his life. He had better things to do and for now…

It was another goddamn day of work at a place he could not care less about.

"Why the-What the fuck are you doing here again?" Seto glared at his uninvited guest who was making himself comfortable on the couch with a silly grin glued on his face. "It's fucking seven in the morning."

"Do you always walk around your house with nothing but a towel on?" Katsuya pointed at the dark blue towel around Seto's hips, ignoring Seto's question. "If you do, I feel sorry for you-know-who." He was talking about Mokuba of course. And damn, he felt slightly envious. Seto had a really nice body. Girls must throw themselves at him all the time. Money, status, looks… some guys just have it all.

Seto didn't feel like answering his question, so he left to his room like he did yesterday, to change. It was uncomfortable with Katsuya there. It wasn't a good idea to stay the way he was after the incident in bed. The last thing he wanted to do was to waste time taking another shower or to end up having to explain to Katsuya why and how he was hiding a granola bar under his towel.

Katsuya was curled up on the couch with his eyes closed when Seto returned. How very ill mannered.

"So, why are you here?" He better have a good reason.

"Don't use that voice! It's kind of creepy now that I know." His eyes shot open at the sound of Matsuo's voice.

"Hn. Get used to it." He was already in his Matsuo disguise. He had to go to work after all.

"I don't have work 'til eleven," Katsuya said suddenly while twirling a Duel Monsters card between his fingers.

Seto frowned at Katsuya but stayed silent, waiting for a better answer.

"Annnnd…" Katsuya's grin returned. "I'm here to inform you that we're going to have a secret meeting right after you get off work. So uh…when will you be home from work?"

"Ridiculous." Seto folded his arms. "Why would I have a meeting with you?" His eyes flickered briefly at the card Katsuya was playing with.

"Because I'm part of the you-know-what now?" He casually slung an arm around Seto's shoulders but it was casually brushed off almost immediately. "So? When do you get home?"

"I have no intentions in-"

"We went through this yesterday." He was still playing with the card… Messenger of Peace.

"Six." A part of him wanted Katsuya around.

"Good." His silly grin was there again. "I'll bring over some snacks!" He stopped playing with the card for a second and tapped it a few times against his hip before slipping the card back into his deck.

"No thanks. I don't want to eat any 'snacks' you would stuff in that garbage can of yours."

"Say what!" Katsuya frowned. "You ate what I suggested at Amaranthine didn't you?"

"That was a snack?" He smirked.

"That doesn't matter! And lay off will you? I'm trying to be friendly here."

Silence somehow crept between the two. It was slightly awkward so Katsuya cleared his throat and began again. "I also brought your paper in." He gestured at the table.

Seto nodded. "Now if you don't mind…" He walked towards the door and unlocked it.

"Six, tonight."

"Whatever."

Katsuya smiled proudly and headed to the door Seto held open. "About the thing you told me to do with you-know-who, I'll try to do it soon."

Seto nodded again as Katsuya stepped out of his apartment.

"Bonkotsu," he suddenly started, causing the blond to stop and turn around, "use the door bell next time."

Papers, folders, computers, workers and other office related things… It was nothing Seto wasn't used to. The place itself was pathetic though, hence he sat there half the time ridiculing everyone's behaviours.

This wasn't Kaiba Corporation so he didn't have to overwork himself. He only completed the tasks set out for him and just a little more to appeal to the higher-ups. All his tasks were considered too simple to him and he was used to working fast so he had already completed all his work three days ago. Once in a while more work was brought to him and he would complete them satisfactorily on the spot and that would be it. The rest of the time was spent on planning what he should do, observing the situation and people and learning whatever he needed.

Ochiai, head of communications, continuously came over to his desk to flirt with him. It was getting on his nerves. He chose a gay character to fend off the women but it was bringing him more trouble. Who would have thought the gay ones here were so audacious… Who would've thought the women were yaoi fans and also convinced that he was a bisexual even though he declared he was plainly gay and devoted to his made-up deceased lover?

He rolled his eyes as the lady in quite revealing clothes across from his small shitty office tossed a wink at him through his window as she fixed her hair. Maybe he should close those blinds…

Damn, never mind, it was too late to close those blinds now, she was heading towards his office. He almost groaned since this meant he had to put on his Matsuo persona again. But really, what did Miss Double-D think the action of one rolling their eyes meant? 'I think your ass is fine'?

Here it goes…

"Matsuo, dear." She smiled at him as she strolled into the office without knocking. If he were her boss, she'd be fired on the spot for such a rude behaviour.

"Yes, what is it?" He forced his best sincere-looking smile. "Is there a part of our project that you don't understand?" He didn't even remember her name. Hell, he didn't remember most people's names. The names of minor characters like these were not worth his brain space. It was mostly the higher-ups that mattered to him. They were his key to information so it was important that he addressed them appropriately.

Many of the workers here at his department were quite eccentric. He remembered their quirks so he made up his own names for them without bothering to learn their real names. Just like how he likes to call this woman with two melons on her chest, Miss Double-D.

Miss Double-D casually leaned towards the table a bit, with a glint in her eye. "There's a small error in my program and I can't seem to debug it, can you help me?"

Bull shit. He knew Miss Double-D was capable to do her own programming. She was no amateur in this field. Saying that she couldn't debug her own program is like asking for her things to be packed and out the door. What a risky move. He would never tolerate such incompetence if she were one of his employees. She was hired here to program, not get others to do things for her.

"I'm sorry. I'm tied up with a lot of work over here. I'm sure if you run the debugger through a few more times, you'll figure it out."

"It'll only take a minute, knowing how competent you are." She added a wink.

Stupid woman. Seto wished he could fire her. He was starting to find her existence utterly unnecessary.

"I'm afraid I can't help you out this time. But knowing how competent you are at this field to get hired here, you'll be able to figure it out in no time." He wished she'd leave his trashy office and leave him alone. Her company was worse than having dinner with Pegasus.

She pouted a bit, trying to look cute, which ticked Seto off; only Mokuba can pull that off properly or look cute for that matter.

"Oh but, I also need a run through on the big scene again that we have to program. I just don't get this 'Trov' character. What are we supposed to do with him?"

He's the fucking main character in the story, you whore. If you don't get that much, you really should be fired! God, she did not just make her bosom bounce.

He resisted the urge to form fists with his hands and only left them resting on his lap. "The guy who has his desk next to yours can help you with that. I'm sure he knows."

"Tono?"

"Yeah." Whatever. Take-out-boy. He was sure Take-out-boy would probably enjoy this unsavoury behaviour a lot more.

"Not a fan of being a hero are you, Matsuo sweetie?"

Just not yours.

"My, my, you are quite different. I like that. It's a challenge." She walked around the table to Seto's side and sat on the edge of it. Her miniskirt rode up an inch of two, revealing her thighs more.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Please get back to the other side of the desk." He turned away from the repugnant sight. He didn't want to lose it now and slip out of character. The last thing he needed was to blow at Miss Double-D and ruin his perfect 'relation network' he was building in order to obtain information smoothly.

"So shy! That's so cute!" She giggled and placed a hand on Seto's chest. "Don't worry, I don't bite."

Seto pushed her hand away not too roughly and gave her a serious look. "I'm not that way. You know that."

"So you do know what I'm talking about. You should really try and use my name for once, Matsuo dear. It's Miyagi Hiromi."

"Miss Miyagi. I must apologize, but I really am very busy at the moment."

"Will you at least join me at dinner tonight or something?" She got off the desk and ran a hand through her hair. "As friends." She smiled.

If you turn out useful.

"Not tonight, maybe another night? I already have…dinner plans." With Katsuya.

"Boyfriend?"

"No." That's impossible.

"Oh. Girlfriend?" She teased. "Your eyes lit up for a second there." She cupped her cheek with the palm of her hand. "I'm so jealous."

Have you no shame?

"Anyways, you should really get back to work. We shouldn't be chatting on the job." That's right, crawl back into your filthy box and flirt with Take-out-boy.

She tossed him another wink while adjusting her bra strap. "Alrighty. Say 'hi' to that date of yours for me." And she finally left the room.

Seto sank back into his seat and closed his eyes. Women. It wasn't the worst advance he ever received, but it was still disturbing. There were many women in the past who had impelled themselves at him, trying to coax him to bed and all that. At least Miss Double-D didn't 'grace' him with one of those kisses for his cheek other bantam women had.

He should probably pretend to look occupied, so no one else will bother him like Miss Double-D had. If he doesn't make any more eye contact, he should be mostly fine for the rest of the day. Only three more hours before he gets off work anyways.

He pulled one of his drawers open and peered inside at the slowly growing collection of folders in it. All the folders were ugly manila but the papers inside them were all neatly organized by red paperclips. For some reason, all the paperclips used in Hayasa were red, while all the paperclips from YamamotoCorp were blue. Every time a file from YamamotoCorp was given to him, they were paper clipped together with two blue paperclips, crisscrossed from each other.

Ochiai said the Yamamotos were picky about those sort of things; they like things organized in specific ways. When Seto was hired, he was taught the basics of organization at the company. All multi-paged documents must have red paperclips and if there were more than one document that were related or are to be handed in together, they should be piled on top of each other in order, separately clipped with an increasing amount of paperclips (one each time) from the top set to the bottom. Paperclips had to be used even if you stapled the pages together. And the staples were all green.

He really didn't get the point in all of that… A paperclip fetish? Maybe one of the Yamamotos had OCD. (1)

He pulled out the newest folder in the drawer and slapped it on top of his desk. It was the folder with the details on the game they were currently working on. That new Sagas thing. He'll just pretend to be looking through the papers while studying the floor plans and the schedule for the workers in Hayasa. He already ran through the security systems and they weren't very tight at all. Now he only needed to devise a plan after familiarizing himself with all the information he dug up while everyone in his department was truly engrossed in work. That way they wouldn't walk in on him… Not that it mattered, he could easily hide what he was looking at on his screen.

He started typing something and then deleted it from his computer. He should get a cup of coffee first.

He made his way towards the break room where the coffee was kept, trying not to make any eye contact with anyone so he wouldn't have to start any unnecessary conversations. Even so, he noticed that all the women in his department weren't in their seats.

"That's right. He's either truly one hundred percent gay or he's one hundred percent pure—the rare nonexistent type most women want their hands on." The voice came from inside the break room, it sounded like Miss Double-D.

"I can't believe Matsuo didn't react normally to your advances," another person responded.

He slowed down his advance towards the break room and stopped behind the wall near the door. They didn't notice him at all. Should he just walk in or wait till they were done?

"Well, Hiromi, your test is never wrong. I guess that means we have no chance. The homo-boys here are going to jump in joy now." Her voice had a hint of despondence.

"Don't be so glum. Now we just have to find him a hot seme for him so we can get ourselves some eye candy." It was another woman's voice.

A seme?

The girls were giggling. "You think he's the uke type?"

"Hell yeah. He's a walking uke-symbol. Totally the type who would want to be dominated."

"I think he'd make a better top." Miss Double-D's voice again.

Screw it. This was a waste of time. He was going to just walk in and pretend he had just arrived and heard nothing.

And so he did.

To his amusement, their eyes widened beyond what Seto thought was humanly possible. They were all probably wondering if he had overheard them as their eyes shifted to look at each other.

"Hey Matsuo." Lucky-Charms called out with a bit of stagger. She always had cereal with her at work. The day before yesterday she was known as Corn-Pops.

"Just getting some coffee," he simply said and proceeded to the cupboards with his plain mug where the godly goods, his coffee, were stored. There weren't any of those expensive coffee beans he was used to having but there was still caffeine so they will suffice.

"We're uh, going to go back to work now!" one of the girls said and giggled uneasily while leading the other girls out the door with her.

The rich aroma of coffee permeated the room, soothing him. Mmm coffee. He took a sip out of that holy grail and felt whatever tolerance he had return. He glanced at his watch. Never mind. He still had three more hours to kill at 'work'.

There was a knock and then a door bell. A small smile found its way to Seto's lips as he got up from his couch to welcome his expected visitor.

"I brought dinner!" Katsuya chimed right as the door was swung open. He had a silly grin on his face again and walked into the room before Seto said anything or even hinted a welcome. "I'm assuming you haven't eaten since you just got off work not too long ago so I brought this instead of snacks." He brought up the white plastic bag with the 'food' in his hand and swung it like a pendulum to indicate what 'this' was.

Seto expected Katsuya would do something like this since he always had a stomach in place of a brain.

"I made it myself," Katsuya said. "I don't know if you like mixed dishes but that's what we're having." He took off his shoes and made his way into the kitchen to set the food down and prepare the table. Seto followed after him.

"Is it edible?" Seto raised an eyebrow with that question.

"Yes, Master. I made sure to use real food."

"What I meant was, 'is it edible for people?'."

"Ha. Ha. You're a riot. Shut up, sit down, and eat, Rich Boy."

Seto lifted the lid off the container and peered inside it. A waft of warm air rose up and drifted over his face. It smelled great. Rice with mixed vegetables and chicken. There was some kind of sauce poured over top too.

"Where do you keep your chopsticks?" He was randomly opening drawers.

"Top drawer to your left."

"Found it!" He rejoiced, letting out a laugh with that grin on him again. He was obviously acting quite proud of himself. Why he was so happy? Seto did not understand.

"Say something will ya?" He spun the chopsticks before placing them down on the table. "Don't worry, I don't cook too bad. I do have to make most of the meals at home you know."

Actually, Seto didn't know. But it didn't really matter now did it?

"...What are you doing?" Seto questioned, perplexed. Katsuya was making 'The Bird of Paradise' out of his napkin.

"Oops." Katsuya quickly broke the work of art and took a seat, looking a bit flushed.

"Is it a normal occurrence for you to decorate your dinner table before a meal?" Was he being too mean?

"I think working as a waiter is messing with my habits." He let out a soft laugh.

"Or are you trying to have a candle-light dinner for two? I have candles if you want them." Or was he being too nice?

"I rather kiss a monkey."

"Too much information, mutt. I-"

"-Have no interest in your secret past times." Katsuya beat him to the sentence with a smug look. "I know. You're a real asshole. Now eat." He shoved a bowl into Seto's hand.

Seto frowned inwardly, feeling strangely dissatisfied. Katsuya wasn't reacting like how he wanted. He was being too unpredictable. And unpredictability was not something Kaiba Seto was used to.

Katsuya watched him eagerly as Seto took a bite of the rice. He was nervous and wanted to know how Seto found the food.

"Why aren't you eating?" Seto didn't look up from his bowl.

"So...?"

"'So' what?"

"How is it?"

"Acceptable."

"That's it?"

Seto's brow furrowed. "Should I get on my knees and thank you for the meal?"

That was probably the best Katsuya could get out of Seto 'now'. He had plans in improving that one day. Otherwise he would end up wanting to snap Seto's head off like he wanted to do in the past. Seto was too unapproachable. He really didn't know how to communicate properly. The only time he ever said anything was to insult, yell or brag. With the exception of business talk, but even then he could be pretty rude.

"If you're willing, I wouldn't mind."

Seto looked up in slight disbelief. "Eat your food, Bonkotsu."

"Here are the floor plans for Hayasa." He launched the file on his laptop and shifted it over to Katsuya so he could see it. They had just finished their meal and Seto played some music but not as loud as last time. It was the same idea: keep your voice down and let the music block their conversation out from anyone who potentially can overhear them.

"You know, if you're going to play music every time, I should bring over one of my CDs."

"Concentrate." Seto pointed at the screen. "That's where my office is."

"So we're sneaking in?"

"Not really. I'll be going to work like I normally do and then stay overtime so we can do what we need."

"What time are you off tomorrow? Same time?"

Seto nodded. "You get off at five tomorrow so when it's after six come to Hayasa. You can pretend to be delivering me some dinner."

"You want me to cook for you again?" He grinned. "I knew you liked it!"

"You don't have to necessarily bring me food that you made."

"Just admit that you liked it."

"Can we get back to the issue at hand?"

He received no response except a serious stare from his guest.

"I had better."

"If 'you-know-who' lost a strand of hair every time you couldn't be truthful when it came to something nice, he'd be bald his whole life."

He pushed his laptop screen down to shut it. "If you changed your mind in helping, you should have told me sooner so I didn't have to waste my time."

"Seriously, you really suck at admitting to the truth."

"I don't remember lying."

He decided to change the topic. "So we're going to find proof that they're up to no good? How are we going to do that?"

"I know how I'm going to do that. How are you going to do that?" Seto folded his arms.

"I can... Well... I'll do whatever I can to help."

"You have no idea how you're going to 'help' do you? Heh. Why am I not surprised?" He grunted. "The only thing I need you to do is pay a visit to 'you-know-who'."

"I will!" Katsuya pursed his lips slightly. "What are your plans?"

"Wait until everyone leaves and then do some hacking." Why is Katsuya being so tolerant?

"I can sneak around!"

"Maybe." He closed his eyes for a second and turned to face Katsuya. "This mission must end before October. It shouldn't take that long if they're really guilty."

"That gives us a month. Why October?"

"There's an annual dinner party each year for gaming companies worldwide in October that I must attend."

"What's the point of that?"

"So business men can gather and talk about business things bonkotsu-like people won't understand. They hand out some pointless awards each year too."

"Let me guess, you always win one."

"Naturally."

"Okay! I guess we'll have to arrange times to meet up for this thing. I work Mondays to Thursdays from 11:00am to 5:00pm and 5:00pm to 11:00pm on Fridays and Saturdays. Since people might see us together more often we should at least know the basics of each other so it looks more like I really became friends with Matsuo."

"I told you enough about Matsuo yesterday. We're not pretending to be lovers so there really isn't anything else you need to know at the moment."

"Right. Well what do you want to know about the current me?"

He wanted to know what Katsuya had been doing for the whole year since they had not seen each other but he didn't want to ask him. There are many ways to obtain information but maybe he can get it out of him indirectly.

"No. A bonkotsu isn't interesting."

"There are lots of things interesting about me!"

Seto pretended to be aloof and started checking his e-mail.

"But I guess since you don't want to know, I won't share!"

"What could possibly be interesting about your life? Your daily hangouts with your friends and going to school?"

Damn that Kaiba. He just had to bring up the things he didn't have. Katsuya quickly became silent and looked away.

Did he just say something right? Was Katsuya going to snap now? Maybe he should push further.

"Hn. Figures."

"Shut up. You're not right. You're completely wrong..."

At that moment his eyes received a nice view of Katsuya's nape due to Katsuya's position—looking away and down at the floor. And then he thought that perhaps he was wrong. A lot has changed about Katsuya over the year. Appearance-wise mostly. He looked more well groomed compared to before. It must be Amaranthine. Even his nails were all cleaned and cared for. If Katsuya had not found out that Matsuo was a fake, he probably would be placing kisses along that nape right now.

"I've only been working this past year," Katsuya explained.

"You couldn't get into a single school? I guess no schools are willing to accept a bonkotsu like you."

Katsuya frowned. What is wrong with this guy? "I didn't apply. I can't afford it. I also don't hang out with Yugi and the gang as much anymore."

Seto felt a strange pang in his heart. He didn't like it at all. Was Katsuya trying so hard to be his 'friend' because Yugi wasn't around anymore? He just wanted a replacement? Was that why Katsuya was trying so hard to tolerate him?

"So that's why you degraded yourself to working at a prostitute house?"

"What?" Kaiba fucking Seto, he thought. "Amaranthine is not a prostitute house."

"You guys sell yourself to customers. How is that not prostitution?" He knew he was probably pushing Katsuya too hard now but he didn't like feeling like a plug in someone's friendship gap.

"Excuse me? Amaranthine is a clean place!" Why am I trying so hard to be in good terms with this bastard?

"As clean as a prostitute house can be." He threw in another one of his 'Hn's for the sake of argument. He expected Katsuya to be throwing punches his way soon.

"Forget it."

Fuck you, Kaiba. Fuck you. You'd be getting a black eye right now if I wasn't trying to stay in good terms.

Seto couldn't believe how easily Katsuya just gave up on their argument. What was wrong with him?

"You're not in school, you lost your friends, and you work at an undignified place. Useless. Just like you are to my mission. There's nothing you can help me with. You don't even know what you can do yourself. Why don't we just end this little partnership game?" That should get him. Heh.

"What?"

That Fucking Kaiba Seto! He was repeating those four words like a violent mantra in his head now.

That's right. Get angry. Like you should have since the beginning of this pointless conversation, Seto thought, becoming tired of their argument. "Get out of my house."

"What? No! I want to help!"

"Well, you're not."

"Goddammit. You're so confusing."

Seto sneered. I could say the same to you.

"I'm tired of putting up with you today! What is wrong with you? You haven't said a single nice thing at all today! You were at least a scale higher on the nice-meter yesterday."

"I don't recall ever trying to be nice to you."

"Then you suck ass even more."

"Get out."

"Fine. Good night, Matsuo." And go to fucking hell! He got up and slipped into his jacket. "I'm still going to be there tomorrow according to plan."

Click.

He was gone. The room was quiet like it normally was except for the music that was playing. But at that moment, Seto didn't notice the music at all.

Everything felt empty and dead silent to him.

Why was he acting like he was today? Why was he acting the way he was yesterday? What was normal? What was it that he wanted? Katsuya's anger? Or maybe he just wanted a reaction...

He knew he didn't really want Katsuya gone.

"I thought the stage of confusion was over..." He mumbled quietly to himself and sank into his seat tiredly.

Was he a fool to have told Katsuya to leave?

...

No. The confusion was already over! It was all temporary.

All.

Temporary.

Notes: I'm so sorry it took so long! Let's see what happened... There was school and I got obsessed with Phoenix Wright XD... Nick x Edgey! I'm taking summer semester so I'm still in school right now with exams every other week. :( Anyways the real real reason this chapter took so long is because I had trouble writing it. -Scratches head- A lot of trouble.

Oh and, do you guys dislike it when I respond to your reviews? I really love it when I get them so I want to respond to them but I don't really know how things work around FFnet... Since I'm pretty new to this whole thing. I made an account years back but I never actually used it 'til now so I don't know if it's a normal thing for people to respond and whether people prefer to not have me add trash to their inbox. :( Sorry! If you don't want me to respond tell me so! I'll shut up and just listen to whatever you have to say. :X

Oh! Check my profile every now and then! I'm adding links to my Yu-Gi-Oh! fanart there whenever I draw them. Like I keep saying, I'm more of an artist than a writer so when I can't supply you with Perpetuality chapters you can get some SetoJou off me through art...which I do more of. Another good thing about checking my profile every now and then is I post up the progress of the chapter I'm working on. Thanks for reading!

(1) OCD - Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder is an anxiety disorder that involves repetitive thoughts and urges to perform certain rituals. Typical features for people who suffer OCD are preoccupation with orderliness, perfection and control. People with OCD are constantly plagued with unwanted upsetting thoughts (obsessions), which motivates them to undergo ritualistic, repetitive behaviours (compulsions) which reduces their anxiousness related to the obsession. The anxiety is irrational and people who suffer OCD know this as well but they cannot get rid of their agitation if their compulsive behaviours were interrupted or not completed.

An example of OCD is if someone must turn their light switch off and on five times before leaving any room with the belief that they may suddenly die otherwise. If they were unable to perform that ritual once they leave a room, they will become severely upset and anxious until they are allowed to perform the act. Their fear is irrational and they are conscious of it. However there is nothing they can do about it except to continue to fulfill their rituals.

In this case, Seto is saying that maybe at least one of the Yamamotos might suffer from OCD because one of them might have to, under all circumstances, have papers organized in a certain way. If they were to see the papers any other way, they would be extremely bothered.

Obsessions and compulsions are intense and disturbing as they can impair daily activities and some very bizarre ones can take up more than an hour of their day.