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 was going to write some more explanation story stuff like the last chapter but I decided to just hold it off for now. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter. I'm sorry it took so long to release this.

The One Who Bridges Our Souls

Aquiminthe,

How was the play? Souichirou does his role well in 'Imperishable Kingdom' won't you agree? It's a fact that he's the best for that role. Please come back soon. Feliana misses you. Don't forget that.

If both west and east are unappealing, try north or south.

Love,

Feliana

"Don't mutter a word and play along or else you won't like the consequences," he spoke quietly and shot his deadliest glare at Katsuya who was pushed underneath him.

It would be a lie if Katsuya said he wasn't scared. He screwed up and Seto was climbing on top of him and resting between his legs for...he didn't even know why.

He wanted to ask, to protest and push Seto off him but Seto's warning prevented him from doing so. What was Seto doing? Shouldn't they be running away, hiding or something? The security guard was coming closer and—what the?

Seto pushed Katsuya's jacket back and slipped his left hand under Katsuya's shirt, pushing it up slightly as his hand moved to land on Katsuya's chest. What the hell was Seto DOING? He screamed inside his mind.

He tried to move away and gave Seto a light push to indicate that he didn't like what he was doing but Seto gave him that deadly look again which rendered Katsuya still.

Seto quickly undid Katsuya's belt with his free hand, unzipped the fly halfway and then swiftly slid his hand over Katsuya's bottom and up before stopping at the underside of Katsuya's left thigh. He left that hand there, grabbing onto Katusya who felt extremely violated and angry.

"What are you two doing?" The security's eyes widened at the two figures on the ground. There wasn't enough light at that section of the parkade where the two boys were hiding so the security guard couldn't see them very clearly.

Seto brushed his fingers over Katsuya's nipple lightly, making Katsuya jump slightly while emitting a sharp gasp.

He wanted to push Seto off and give him a good punch in the face. He would've, he really would've, but again, Seto gave him that look. This time however, there was a 'just trust me' vibe in his eyes along with it. He didn't understand what Seto was doing and knew he had no choice but to go along with it. Seto was so close and moving kind of funny over him, kind of like he was pretending to be kissing him… Oh.

The security flustered at the sight. "Hey! Did you hear me?" He tried again.

They didn't reply. Instead, Seto moved over to Katsuya's neck and pretended to ravish him there when Katsuya turned his head to the side. When Katsuya finally decided to play along, he wrapped his arms around Seto's neck and added some nice 'sound effects' to their little charade.

The security guard walked closer to them and placed a hand on Seto's shoulder, trying to force him to stop but was easily shoved off.

A part of Seto didn't want to do this since he wasn't feeling well today, but the other part told him that he must and while he had to, he should take advantage of the situation. He felt like a closet pervert.

Seto stripped off his own jacket and started undoing his own belt, which freaked the security guard out. He didn't want to see! He finally gave up trying to get a response from the two boys and mumbled something like 'stupid teenagers' before walking off. If screwing outside at night in an empty parkade was their thing, he wasn't going to care, as long as they weren't there to cause trouble. It wasn't like they were found inside the office doing that. He was tired and he didn't want to deal with two gay delinquents with hormonal problems. And he really didn't want to witness two guys making love.

He finally left, quite hastily, but the boys continued their little act for just a while longer. Just in case.

It had to be hard to pretend to make out with someone when you're on top, Katsuya thought. You had to hover over them just enough so it looks right but not too much that you actually end up kissing them.

The night was chilly but the two boys felt the opposite, their bodies were touching and they could feel each other's heartbeat. For a moment it didn't feel like they were on the cold dirty cement floor.

Katsuya shoved Seto off him and got up, fixing his clothes. He was angry even though it was just a plan to scare off the security. Even though it was a successful plan and Seto was only pretending. How dare Seto touch him like that.

Seto growled, not happy he was shoved. "Let's go." He was going to have to alter the video from the cameras that picked up that little scene with the security guard. The camera should've only caught sight of the security guard and not them.

Katsuya shot his own deadly glare at Seto. "Why'd you go and do that?"

"Wasn't it obvious? I thought you picked it up during the middle of it." He picked up his bag containing his laptop from the ground and brushed it as if it was coated with dust. Perhaps he did venture a little far with the acting. He became excited too when Katsuya decided to add those delicious-sounding moans into their scheme. Luckily he managed to control himself and hold everything in.

"You didn't have to crop a feel!" He formed fists at his side. If he were a cat his fur would probably be bristling right now.

"Deal with it. It was the best thing we could've done at the time." He frowned and brought his laptop out to start hacking into the computer system. "Unless you wanted him to see us clearly and remember us." Their clothing choice was probably the only thing that the security guard would remember, which wouldn't matter since it was a disguise. Seto tried to cover Katsuya's face from him as well as he could with the fake make-out. Even when he was pretending to ravish Katsuya's neck, he moved to the side where he could still block Katsuya's face from view.

Seto was right. Katsuya loosened his fists and sighed. It was his blunder and Seto fixed it. He shouldn't get angry at him for that. Although he really wished there had been another way. Maybe if Seto wasn't so enthusiastic about his acting, he wouldn't have molested his ass like he did… and his nipple.

Seto saw the sign of defeat on Katsuya's face and smirked. "You enjoyed it anyways. I felt how hot you were getting from that little activity." He was strangely in a good mood despite the fact that his body was misbehaving.

"W-What?" Katsuya's face glowed red. "That was you!"

"Hn." He pushed his laptop screen down, finally finished his programming for the relevant parkade cameras.

Katsuya had to admit that Seto looked really charming even close up and didn't smell bad at all. But…

"I prefer women, man," Katsuya admitted plainly, nodding to himself.

"Why are you telling me that?" His mood automatically soured. Why did Katsuya bother to tell him shit that he already knew? "I don't give a fuck." He yanked Katsuya roughly and pulled him to the door that the security guard locked up last. "Get to work." All of this could've been over if Katsuya wasn't there to drag him down. Why did he even consider waiting for Katsuya? Why did he even let him into this? Fucking one-sided shit.

Katsuya frowned, displeased with Seto being rough. However he didn't protest and started working on the lock.

Katsuya was pleased about one thing. Seto made him one of those voice changing things. The only dissatisfying thing was that instead of 'SxK', there was a paw print on it. It also looked more like a bondage collar or dog collar than a choker. Seto said it was because he wanted it to match up with their current outfits, which looked like something that The-Other-Yugi would wear.

There. He got the door to open. Right away Seto started typing again. It was amazing how he managed to do that so quickly with one hand.

Just then the last light in the parkade located in some far corner went off. Katsuya ignored it as it was probably programmed to turn off at this time. Katsuya took out his flashlight and shone it at the dark room they just broke into.

"Be careful. Don't move anything in this building out of position. It will look weird in the recording if objects suddenly moved by itself after we erase our tracks."

Katsuya nodded. "Where are we heading for first?"

Seto loaded up a map of YamamotoCorp on his laptop. "First we're going to the control room which is on this floor. I can program a few cameras there and maybe we can turn on those elevators too."

"Good idea. Taking stairs all the way to the top of this building doesn't sound cool." Katsuya shone the light towards the direction that they had to go. "Hey, why don't you just hack into those cameras after we get into the control room? Wouldn't that be easier?"

"I have my reasons." He could but preferred to change only the ones in the rooms that they actually end up searching. It would be a waste of time to reprogram all of them afterwards. He could keep track of them this way and didn't want to spend so much time in the control room programming cameras.

"All right! Lead the way, Spy Master!" He shone the flashlight at every direction of the room until he found the way they needed to head towards according to Seto's laptop. "This way, right?"

Seto made a sound of approval and walked slowly towards the dimly illuminated path. There was never room for error so it was best not to rush into things.

It seemed like Katsuya was enjoying this 'game' that they were playing, he was smiling and his head was swinging in every direction to look at his surroundings. Seto smirked to himself. Katsuya probably had already forgotten about their little pretend-lovers-game. He was so simple-minded.

"Hey, Kaiba." Katsuya stopped walking. "This is the door right?" He reached for the handle and tried to turn it but the knob wouldn't budge. "It's locked."

"Wait, let me do something about the security inside first."

Before taking out one of his paperclips in preparation for his part of the mission—he brought a couple just in case—he leaned over Seto's shoulder, curious to see what Seto was so engrossed in doing.

"I have no idea what you're doing," he admitted with a soft laugh but received no response. "Hey?"

"Hn. Good for you," Seto responded absentmindedly, fingers busy on the keyboard and eyes focused on the screen.

Katsuya frowned. "Yeah well I'm not a smart ass like you. People have things they're good at and things they're not good at and you're not any different, Kaiba! I bet there are things you suck at and there are probably a lot of things I'm better than you at. What do-"

"Done." He finally stopped typing and faced Katsuya. "Get working on the lock."

"Hey! Don't interrupt me and don't order me around!"

"What?" His brows furrowed, looking somewhat confused, which was weird! Why would he be confused?

Was he spacing out? Oh I see! Katsuya laughed. "You're not one of those are you?"

Seto's eyes narrowed. He didn't like where this was going.

"The type of people who are such workaholics that they become completely engrossed in work and ignore everything around them. They're so used to it that they don't ever notice what's going on around them. You didn't even listen to what I was saying did you? Hell, you probably didn't even notice!"

"I do have awareness of my surroundings when I work. It just so happens that your periodic incessant ravings are so meaningless that my brain selectively filters it out."

In other words, 'sometimes you should just shut up.'

He did however hear the words 'ass' and 'things you suck' but that probably wasn't what Katsuya was ranting about. Whatever it was, it didn't seem important.

Unfortunately this slight lack of attention means that he was likely coming down with something. His body was feeling slightly hot and it wasn't due to the selective words he picked up in Katsuya's rant. If Mokuba were around, he would argue that his busybody-big-brother probably got sick because of working too much and stressing over stupid things, but to Seto this meant that he was being too slack with his surroundings as of late. There weren't any threats around him even though he was doing something illegal at the moment. He just simply didn't feel threatened; no one knows about his activities after all. In addition, he was with his stupid 'crush' who was unlikely to jump him (although that would be nice). If he were truly sick, it had to be due to his involuntary temporary lowering of guard.

He wasn't exactly pleased that his mind decided to become lax just because Katsuya or Mokuba was around. It left him vulnerable and rendered him less attentive. There was no use for traits like that. But other than those special occasions, he knew he was a keen observer.

"-so suck on it!" Katsuya was already done with the lock and was waving his arms around with an angry look on his face. He probably missed Katsuya's venting again.

"Hey…" Katsuya suddenly looked worried. "Are you okay?"

His eyes were a bit warm and his body wasn't behaving but now wasn't the time to be worrying about something trivial. It was probably just a mild fever. He'll just have to ignore it.

"Yeah."

"You don't look very 'here', Kaiba… Are you sure you're okay?" He placed his hand on top of Seto's shoulder and squeezed it lightly.

"Yes. I'm okay!" Seto brushed off the soothing hand that he actually liked. "We have to move on."

"Okay…" He wasn't near convinced but decided to drop the subject for now and followed Seto along the hallway which was revealed behind the door.

The control room was at the end of that hall, which had more than just a mere lock on it but that wasn't a problem since Seto knew the password.

It was a short hallway bearing only a few building control and maintenance related rooms.

Seto punched in a few keys on the door to their first destination and was rewarded with a 'click'. He pulled the door open and motioned Katsuya to direct the light into the room with a small gesture with his head.

Katsuya did just that and since this was his first time in a room like this, his eyes widened in amazement like a child who just arrived at the fair.

"Wow! I feel like I'm in a giant machine robot, except there aren't any handles to move the thing."

"Stop waving the damn light around." It wasn't helping his eyes feel any better.

"What do we do now?"

Seto walked into the room and typed in some things onto the control room's computer. "I have to check some things first. There might be a few rooms that we should not go into."

"Why?"

"There might be rooms with cameras that feed directly to Yamamoto Kenji's home."

A screen of text popped up on the giant screen.

"What?" He wasn't quite getting it.

"It means there may be a few rooms that they're protective over and that the cameras are connected to their home. They can receive the images from the camera at their own home and watch it from there."

"But that's weird! This is just an office isn't it?"

"They do keep prototypes and other valuable information in their vault. That should be the only room that they have under tight surveillance. If otherwise then other rooms would be suspicious."

"But what if what you're looking for is in the vault?"

Seto didn't reply instantly; he was staring at the strings of text that flooded the screen for brief moment. "Just as predicted. Only the vault has that type of set up." Seto started typing in some other things again. "What I'm looking for does not have to be in the vault. All I need is information to bring Yamamoto Kenji into misery."

"You want to destroy his company?"

Seto sneered. "I already explained my intentions before."

"But…I thought…"

"YamamotoCorp lost their chance. They're messing with me so I'm going to have to punish them for it."

Katsuya was silent.

"This eyesore..." He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm looking for proof that they're the ones behind the copying of our project ideas. If they are responsible then I have to get rid of them by finding something I can destroy them with. This is the business world, Bonkotsu. Feelings don't belong here." He turned to face Katsuya. "It seems like we aren't going to take the elevators after all."

"Why not?" He wasn't sure what to say to everything else.

"The elevator goes directly down to the vault. There are cameras there so if we turned them on, that will surely screw everything up."

"Stairs it is then…" He sighed. "Why do all the high offices always have to be at the top of the building?"

Seto finished hacking into a few more cameras and stepped out of the room. "Bonkotsu."

"What?"

"I'm not destroying YamamotoCorp—although it will affect it—I'm only targeting Yamamoto Kenji or whoever that is behind this. I don't plan on making YamamotoCorp disappear, there would likely be another shareholder who would take over." He didn't face Katsuya. "And remember, I never asked for your help."

"I know." He didn't know anything about the business world and if what Yamamoto Kenji was doing was true, then he didn't exactly deserve an easy way out. He didn't know if this was the best solution for Seto's problem but he did know that Seto only planned on punishing those who are involved and not the innocent. As of now, Katsuya still wanted to help him.

There was nothing but the echoes of their footsteps and periodic key clicking heard as they headed away from the control room and onto the stairs. Katsuya wasn't sure how to break this sudden wall of ice between them. Seto was so difficult to be with sometimes.

"Would you stop waving that damn light around already?"

"I just want to see the surroundings better. You know, so I don't trip?" He grinned and stood beside Seto who stopped at the top of the first flight of stairs.

"Stop flashing it at the windows then."

"There was only one tiny window so far! I didn't flash at it either. You're just being paranoid!"

Seto didn't respond and continued towards their destination. The area was cold and the stairs were made of plain cement. It wasn't exactly the prettiest place to be. If only they were allowed to take the elevator instead.

"Hey…" Katsuya begun, it might've been a mistake. He wanted to talk about something while climbing these long flights of stairs after all.

"Hm?"

"Did you spend any time with Yugi after our graduation?" Katsuya had to ask even though Yugi would've told him.

"No. I had my company to deal with." He wasn't even in Domino half the time.

"Do you miss Yugi?" He fiddled with the strap at the end of the flashlight. Instead of trying to think of a good topic of conversation, he decided to just start with anything and hoped maybe something decent would branch off from there.

"Why are we talking about Yugi?"

Everything they said echoed no matter how softly they were spoken.

"I can't think of anything else to talk about."

"Then don't say anything."

"There isn't really anything else we have in common…"

"What?" Seto turned to Katsuya and raised a brow. Yugi was something they had in common?

"Never mind."

Seto watched Katsuya as he skipped a few steps ahead and took the lead, illuminating the way for them as he shone the flashlight forward. A smile tugged at his lips. He knew what Katsuya was trying to do. Katsuya's attempts to start normal conversations with him was strangely…'cute'. He wasn't growing soft. He wasn't.

"Siblings."

"What?"

"Something else we have in common."

Katsuya spun around and practically beamed. "You want to talk about Shizuka?"

Not really. "Getting all excited for no reason like a mutt." He hid his small smile. It'd be better if we were talking about Mokuba.

"Whatever, man." He turned back around. "Shizuka's been making a lot of friends lately. It's getting hard for me to keep up. I can't remember all their names."

Seto knew how that was like. Mokuba was quite the social butterfly himself.

"Lately she brought over this weird little friend of hers and he was really… weird."

Seto could imagine the face Katsuya had on as he spoke.

"He hates Duel Monsters! I really wonder why."

Hates Duel Monsters? Seto felt his eyes comically widened. Seto was in slight disbelief.

"That's impossible."

"Well I don't think it's impossible for people to not like a game… but I do find his extreme opinion on the game to be strange."

"To hate Duel Monsters is just asking to be a social outcast. It's all about Duel Monsters nowadays, especially for children." That's what makes it unlikely for a child to hate Duel Monsters.

"Well he does." He hiked up another flight of stairs. He stopped keeping track on which level that they were on since it seemed like the stairs never ended. His legs were starting ache from all the exercise. "He yelled at me and then ran away."

"Hn." He realized he wasn't sure why he was having this conversation but he already decided to not care anymore. He would just listen. It wasn't as if staying up this late was something foreign to him, but implausibly he felt tired.

"Somehow we ended up talking about Duel Monsters." Katsuya laughed softly. "Well back to Shizuka." He grinned. "I think I'm going to need to buy myself a couple of power tools or something. I doubt sticks have a very strong effect on warding off guys…or slippers. Not trying to brag or anything, Shizuka's getting a little too popular with her male 'friends'."

Seto remained silent, paying close attention to the stairs, his laptop and Katsuya's words. That hopeless idiot was obviously bragging but that was just how he was.

"That stupid Honda is still after her. Can you believe it?"

He could.

"The guy just doesn't give up. He watches romance dramas for her! That dumbass had to 'suggest' to Shizuka that she should lend those DVDs to me too. I've already been forced to watch five series!" Katsuya shuddered. "Horrid."

It was beyond him why Katsuya doesn't simply tell Shizuka that he didn't want to watch romance dramas but it was really like him to suck everything up for his little sister... Or maybe Katsuya secretly liked them.

"She really likes to watch the shows with Tanaka Momoko. She's pretty cute."

Tanaka Momoko. That wasn't a name that Seto wanted to hear.

"Hey are you listening?" The light was getting slightly dimmer so Katsuya whacked the flashlight a few times. It seemed to help.

"Yes."

"What about Mokuba? Does he make you watch anything?"

"Not really." Mokuba never tried to force anything on him. "He usually watches the news."

Katsuya smiled. "Living up to his older brother's expectations, huh?"

"He doesn't have a lot of time for other programs. He usually prefers to play video games." Mokuba was definitely a better conversation topic than Shizuka.

"What g-Damn the battery died." They paused their ascent, not wanting to climb up any more stairs without proper lighting. Katsuya shook the flashlight a few times and smacked it too but it didn't come back to life. The only light left was the one from Seto's laptop, however it wasn't adequate. They haven't seen a window since the first flight of stairs. "Wait, I have a spare battery."

Seto suddenly felt a hand touch his typing hand. He quickly pulled away and moments later, the sound of something falling down the stairs was heard.

"Hey! Don't do that! I might fall!"

"What are you doing?"

"Turning the laptop over to me! I need some light so I can install the fucking battery you just made me drop!"

"You dropped it?"

"If you hadn't jerked like that maybe I wouldn't have!"

"For once you should've used your mouth and said something."

Katsuya pulled Seto's typing hand away and placed it on top of his arm. "Hold on to me okay? We need to get that battery. It didn't sound like it fell far. Probably just landed at the bottom of these steps."

"And why do I have to hold onto you?"

"I need you to come with me, duh! You're the only source of light right now. If I fall I'm taking you with me. It's your fault I dropped the damn battery."

"Don't you have another battery?"

"Nope. Now position your screen at the steps so we can see where we're going."

"It'd work better if you held onto me while I positioned the screen."

"Shaddap." But he did as Seto suggested, grabbing onto the closest arm.

They descended cautiously as neither of them wanted to fall. Katsuya's grip on Seto was pretty strong but not enough to hurt. He felt something odd about Seto physically but he wasn't exactly sure through their movements. When they reached the bottom of the steps, the light from the laptop illuminated the battery enough that Katsuya could see it and bend over to pick it up.

"How far are we from the top anyways?" Katsuya grabbed onto Seto's arm again to shift the laptop towards him. He suddenly paused and kept his hand on Seto.

"What? Install the battery already."

"Kaiba… You're shaking and you're warm." Was it a fever?

"You're imagining things." Seto deadpanned and pushed Katsuya's hand off but left his screen in the same position so Katsuya got the light source that he needed.

"No, I'm not. I wasn't sure when we were going down the stairs, but I'm sure that you're obviously shaking now." He frowned.

"I'm fine. Just hurry up, we were already almost at the top." He cursed at his own body in his mind. He was feeling hot and cold at the same time. It seemed like he really did have a fever now.

Surprised at the news, Katsuya quickly removed the dead battery and popped in the new one. He buried the old one into his pocket and turned the flashlight back on. Holy crap they really were almost at the top.

"Let's go. We've lingered here far too long already."

Katsuya nodded, deciding to let the shaking thing go for now.

They quickly reached the door and Katsuya unlocked it swiftly.

"Done." Just in time to Katsuya's work, Seto finished his part of the job.

"We make such a team." He grinned and patted Seto's shoulder.

Seto pushed the door open and brought up the map on his laptop. "The meeting room is on the right and the big door on the left should be towards our target's office." To their favour, there were no camera's in the president's office.

"Hey what if all this time, there was a sound recording system in this company and we've been caught on tape?"

"There's no such thing."

"But how are you so sure? It could be a secret! Maybe they'll find out! Then we're screwed!"

"Now that's being paranoid."

They entered the left door and walked into the waiting lobby outside the office. "I trust my research and what the control room told me. They don't have a system like that here." It was just an office building after all.

"I was only speaking hypothetically."

"Hn."

They entered Yamamoto Kenji's office easily. It was like all the other doors that they've broken into in this building. Seto went straight to the computer when he got in and Katsuya went straight to the file cabinet while glancing around the place like he did in every room they entered thus far.

"There's a T.V. in here!"

"When you become a CEO of a huge company, you can have a bar in here if you wanted." Of course that would be very unprofessional and you'd probably be hated by your employees.

"Lucky bastards." He turned his attention back to the file cabinet and unlocked it easily. He pulled the drawer labelled 'I - P' out and stared at the contents. The drawer was tightly packed with manila folders. "I have to go through all of these?"

Seto only nodded, his attention was devoted to Yamamoto Kenji's computer screen but Katsuya knew there was nothing interesting on there—it was still booting up.

Katsuya groaned. He wasn't even sure what he was looking for. Seto had given him a list of words to find in his search. 'Duel Monsters', 'Kaiba', 'Eimei'…the list went on. He had to look for whatever else that sounded relevant too. He sighed and reached in, pulling out a huge portion of the folders and dropping them onto the ground.

"Make sure you don't mess up the order."

"I won't, I won't. They paperclip everything in order." He looked into one of the thickest folders. "This is a big waste of paperclips. What is up with offices?"

"YamamotoCorp and Hayasa likes to organize things in a specific way, that's all."

Better get started. He began humming some spy mission music that he deemed appropriate before picking up the first file, one of the 'I' folders.

Seto was silent like always.

"Dun dun dundun dun dun…" He chuckled in his mind, wondering how far in the song he could get before Seto became irritated. "Dun nun nun! Dun nun nunnn…"

"Stop that," he stated through gritted teeth.

Chorus.

It had already been over an hour and neither of them found anything. They had been looking through folders and files the whole time without any breaks. Katsuya seemed to be extremely concentrated in his task, probably not wanting to disappoint him. He smiled slightly as he turned away from his 'glance' at Katsuya. He was surprised that Katsuya was still awake. However he did notice that the blond had been rubbing his eyes periodically, trying to stay awake.

It was beginning to frustrate him. Everything he found so far that he could actually use was related to Yamamoto Kenji's father rather than Kenji himself. The man was like as clean as snow before hitting the ground. How can anyone be this clean? There wasn't even a trace of a speck of misconduct found.

He had been attempting to find proof that Kenji had been messing around with Kaiba Corporation and was checking on how his conduct was in the business world but it all was a waste of time.

Could Yamamoto Kenji really be a good man? It was true that the one who messed with him in the past was his father but Kenji had always worked along his side as well. Kenji had only been the president of YamamotoCorp after his father's death three years ago. Was he really different from his father? However Seto of all people knew the answer to that well. Yes... It was possible to be nothing like the man who raised you.

"I never want to see another blue paperclip in my life again after this." Katsuya groaned as he stretched his arms. "Did you find anything yet?"

"No." Seto's eyes didn't move from the screen. "Nothing that I can actually use against him." Perhaps he should do a grand database search over the entire network. It might take too long. Maybe he should search the word 'Eimei' instead, although he does not believe it's possible for Eimei to be the culprit.

"Because I think I found something." Katsuya grinned and placed a sheet of paper on the table.

Seto quickly grabbed it and his eyes flew across the page. "This is a payment confirmation. Why would that be in the file cabinet?"

Katsuya shrugged. "Look at the bottom though."

"A payment to Eimei?"

"Does it help?" He was hoping it did because he didn't really want to go through any more folders and papers. He also didn't want this mission to take any longer than it already did since Seto seemed like he seriously needed rest.

"We'll see." The receipt didn't say what it was for, at least not in a form that an outsider could understand. It was coded, probably standing for whatever the payment was made for.

"It's dated only a few months ago too." Katsuya pointed at the date on the paper.

"I can see that." He wasn't exactly willing to admit that Katsuya was useful yet.

Seto turned to the computer again and typed the code for a grand database search. To his surprise, the results appeared quickly in masses. He quickly launched the first file and it was a project file for the 'This-Game GX' console. Every file he launched was related to the stupid console. Which meant…

"This receipt was related to the new console."

"Really?" Katsuya said excitedly. He dropped the folder that he was peering through and hopped over to Seto's side. "So what does that mean?"

"Eimei's related…"

"Search up Eimei," Katsuya suggested. "Maybe you'll find something."

"I was getting to that." He typed in the word to search the grand database again. He was expecting to have to wait a long time before finding anything but the system found something quickly. Launching the file, Seto fell back into his chair.

"I need to see Mokuba's note."

"You haven't found that note yet?" There was worry in his tone.

Seto shook his head. "This file is a copy of a contract between Eimei and YamamotoCorp over the new console idea."

Katsuya watched Seto in silence.

"Shit."

He watched Seto silently as they walked together along the empty street, contemplating whether he should bring up the 'being ill thing' again. He was worried for his friend and he also knew the arrogant rich ass had a warped sense of pride. He caught Seto glance at him from the corner of his eye and quickly looked away.

"Why are you pouting?" Seto's eyes left him and returned to the road ahead again.

He pursed his lips. Was he pouting? He didn't think he was…Seto's just weird, yeah that had to be it. "Wait."

They both stopped and Seto turned around to look at him, waiting for Katsuya to do or say something.

"I'm about to do something you don't like." He gave Seto a serious look but Seto seemed unfazed. "I'm going to touch you." To that comment, Seto's eyes slightly widened. "If you push me away again, I swear I'm not going to help you contact your precious you-know-who."

"Heh." Seto looked away but did not move from his spot so Katsuya took that as permission.

Katsuya walked up to Seto so that he was at half an arm's length from him and reached up to touch Seto's forehead with the back of his hand. He did the same thing to his own forehead with his other hand. The contact startled Seto and his arm jerked a few inches from its initial position as a reflex. He would've shoved the intruding flesh against his forehead away, but he stopped himself from it, not wishing to upset Katsuya again.

Katsuya noticed this of course—Seto restraining himself. He chuckled slightly and smiled. "Wow. You're burning up, man. Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm fine." He turned to face Katsuya, not wanting to appear weak by avoiding eye contact when talking to someone. It was a mistake as he quickly realized that he would long for this sort of stupid affection again. Staring at the man who he had feelings for so closely while said man was smiling so sweetly in return was definitely a trap.

"It's a bit early for flu season isn't it?" He laughed softly and removed his hand off Seto's forehead.

"It's only a mild fever." He replied a pinch too softly for his liking. "My body's probably just fighting off something. It's nothing that deserves bringing any attention to."

"Do you want my jacket? It's colder now than it was when we first left."

Seto frowned. "I'm not a girl."

"Could've fooled me." He removed his jacket. "Hey, you gave me this thing anyways and I think you need it more than I do." He swung it around Seto's shoulders. "Just suck it up and accept it, no one's here to judge you right now."

Seto narrowed his eyes at the extra jacket around him. He felt slightly uncomfortable.

"And it doesn't make you a girl," Katsuya reassured.

"I told you I was fine. I don't need it." He shrugged it off and returned it around Katsuya's shoulders. "You'll be sick in bed all week without the jacket." He smirked. "Sick puppies aren't-" cute. He mentally shook himself. "-useful to their masters."

"I'm not going to be sick from a little cold." But whatever. "Let's get going, I'm tired like hell."

He was lying on his living room carpet, staring up at the ceiling. He had been doing this since Katsuya left his apartment. He was still in his costume and he had Katsuya's jacket on top of him. He felt slightly dizzy but didn't want to do anything about it. Rolling over to his side, he closed his eyes, his mind running through the events earlier with Katsuya. They had returned to his place first so Katsuya could revert back to his regular clothes before heading to his own home.

"Remember! Get lots of rest and drink lots of fluids! Fluids are important when you have a fever." He nodded to himself.

"Stop," he muttered, almost panting. His whole body was sweating now from the heat that his fever gave him.

He wished Katsuya would hate him like he had before. It would've made him feel more at ease. Katsuya had an advantage and it made him angry. The amount of people who pretended to be nice to him was endless. There were always attempts to get close to him but he had never allowed them to work. He didn't plan on starting.

He rolled back onto his back and covered his eyes with the back of his forearm.

"Big Brother you always make me worry!" His fists were against his waist like a scolding mother. "You work too hard."

"I'm not sick, Mokuba."

"Yes you are! You're always out of it when you're sick!"

"Mokuba…"

Katsuya slipped into his shoes and grinned. "If you need me just give me a call okay?"

"Don't be so nice to me…" It was mumbled hopelessly and hinted with anger. He felt uncomfortable with his position again and rolled to his side once again.

"What are you doing to me?" His eyes opened slowly, hoping it would kill off the memories of Katsuya.

He stared at the gap under his couch. There wasn't anything under it except a piece of paper. Luckily it wasn't far into the couch so he reached in with his fingers to get it. He almost shot up from the floor when he found out what it was. Mokuba's note for him! Katsuya did give it to him! He didn't know how the note got under there but it was exactly what he needed to see.

But he didn't like what he read.

Notes: I wrote a three-part prequel to this fic called Messenger of Peace so please check it out if you're interested in what happened a year ago during Jounouchi's graduation. So far the first chapter is up and hopefully the last two chapters will be up soon.

Another thing, I posted up a group picture for this fanfic in my profile. Hehe. You'll get to see what Matsuo looks like. XD

I think Seto took revenge on me for making him sick in this chapter. -Is now very sick and is feeling miserable- Curse you Seto! -sigh-

Anyways! Thanks again for reading!