Yeah! Finished typing this chapter! Thanks JollyBigSis for your encouragement! Because of you I really kicked this chapter in gear and got it finished!^^

Yami's hand shot out and yanked the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" he breathed.

"This is Seto Kaiba. Is…"

"It's me." He stated hurriedly.

"Ah," Seto breathed on the other end of the phone and then spoke. "About yesterday…"

Yami tightened his grip on the phone.

"…I have dinner open, late, around ten p.m. If you still..."

"I'm free."

Silence answered.

"Well, I have work; I'll pick you up on the way home."

"Okay."

Yami sighed with relief and sat up. He threw on a black button down shirt with rolled sleeves, khaki shorts, and a brown belt. Then, sneaked down stairs and decided to go for a walk. Tying his sneakers, he left the house.

Seto said goodbye to Mokuba, grabbed his briefcase, and headed for the limo. Upon entering, he laid his head back on the headrest. It was going to be a long day. The colors blurred through the window until they cleared at the entrance of a large skyscraper.

He got out and made his way to his office. His desk displayed his long day with paper work sitting proudly on a pedestal. With a sigh, he picked up the first sheet and dedicated his life to his work. The day went by slowly; somehow, it seemed longer than usual. His blue eyes checked the clock. Seto sighed and went back to work.

Papers,

Phone Calls,

Meetings,

Arguments,

Papers.

His brow finally relaxed. He gathered his things and handed the finished papers to the secretary. Then, he walked into the limo. The colors blurred once again as Seto sat tensely in the back seat of the limo. He was a little embarrassed from the other night. However, Seto tried his best to push the event out of his mind. He glanced at the clock and looked up in time to see the game shop come into view.

Shifting in place, Seto realized he was on the side of the car Yami would get in on. Looking up to see the pharaoh walking towards him, he quickly moved to the other side. The door opened and the smaller boy slipped into the vehicle.

"Hello, Seto."

"Yami"

"You should have told me we were attending a wedding. I would have brought suitable clothes."

Seto scowled. He wore a black Ralph Lauren suit with a white shirt and a green tie. "I told you I was coming from work."

"Working until twelve o'clock is a little extreme though."

"It was a long day."

Seto leaned back against the seat.

"Well, perhaps we should do this some other time. You probably want to sleep."

"You're right. Get out"

The Pharaoh glared "I will stay."

The CEO smirked. Minutes pasted, the car stopped, the doors opened, and out they went. Yami scanned the mansion taking in the grounds that were still beautifully visible at night. Stone walkways lead to the door with lush gardens filled with asters, gladiolus, and ferns on both sides. Noise from a fountain could be heard behind them from the lit stone fountain in the middle of Seto's circle drive. Amidst the sights, Yami felt himself being pushed slightly forward.

"Don't stand there gapping all night. I'm quiet hungry."

Yami smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "I was merely shocked by your house."

Seto chuckled lightly.

"I was expecting more. This looks like a mere summer house."

Seto glared as Yami disappeared through the round double doors of the house. The doorway area opened up into a beautifully tall ceiling, where they were greeted by a golden chandelier that hung delicately from the ceiling.

The young pharaoh instantly relaxed with the elaborate design of the house. The expensive setting just made him feel more at home, like he was back in his Egyptian palace. He heard Seto close the door behind him so he looked back at the older teen.

"You can wait in that room while I go get out of my work clothes."

Yami nodded as Seto made his way up the marble stairs that encircled the room. Yami walked towards the right and entered a sitting room. Cream colored Victorian sofas surrounded a matching golden table making the perfect place for group chats.

He plopped himself down on the nearest chair, sighed, and closed his eyes. He was so tired. Shivering, he fixed his brow in frustration, only to open his eyes and glare at where Kaiba had been standing. With Kaiba canceling out the curse he discovered something that slapped him in the face. He was once again reminded of how cold it really was when all you could feel is the cold. He groaned and got up to walk around just in time for Seto to walk in.

Yami smiled to himself as he instantly felt warmth flooding his system and the return of life to his eyes.

"The cooks started as soon as we walked in so they should be done by now," Seto told Yami as he started making his way through a hallway in black pants and a green polo. Yami followed silently, caught up in the scenery. His eyes shifted from wall to wall.

"You have very bare walls for someone of your standing."

Seto turned and gave him a weird look. "They have paintings and objects on them I don't think they need anything else."

"You have no murals."

"Murals"

"Yes, the rich of my country always decorated their wall with murals. My palace walls were filled with them."

"I'm not from the dark ages. We live in something called the future."

Yami glared at the male. Seto just chuckled lightly when he heard the teen grumbling about weird future culture.

They traveled down several wide hallways before they reached their destination. A long dark wooden table sat in the center of the room surrounded by six matching chairs. The red floral carpet complimented the furniture and the walls finished the room with crimson red.

No sooner had the pair sat down did the servants start bringing in their food. Yami decided to immediately try the mouth watering sirloin steak. The baked potato and asparagus could wait.

After a while they found themselves more or less lacking something to say. With Seto always working and Yami mostly hanging around the gang or at home, there wasn't much to say. Seto sighed as he realized his lack of conversations outside of work, besides with Mokuba, maybe, wasn't a good thing.

He would have been uncomfortable if it wasn't for the ball of sunshine sitting across from him. Seto stared at the teen. He looked so content and he felt like he was on a cloud. The warmth radiating from Seto made him almost drunk on his happy feelings. He just wanted to think about the way his week had been going. Everything was perfect. He finally got to come over and see Seto's house and as a bonus the CEO felt like the sun. He smiled softly and glanced at Seto.

"Umm…

Seto?"

Seto slowly lifted his head out of his hands with a yawn.

"Ugh, maybe I should have kicked you out of the car."

Yami laughed. Seto looked ready to fall asleep.

"I know what might keep you awake. Why don't we go look at your cards?"

"That is the stupidest idea I've ever heard," grumbled Seto.

However, he got up and started to walk toward the stairs. Yami hurried after him, following him further into the mansion. They walked through a wide hallway then turned left into a light green narrow hallway. Next, they traveled down a poorly light hallway and crossed through several wide rooms. After walking through another hallway, they stopped at a door.

"Finally," said Yami.

Seto then proceeded to unlock all of his security causing massive locks to fall from the door.

"Well that was defiantly necessary." Yami said sarcastically.

"Shut up."

"Hmm"

They walked into the room and this time Yami did just stare. Rows of duel monster cards lined the contemporary metal and glass shelves. Seto's original smirk was once again plastered on his face at Yami's surprised expression. Yami's eyes lit up as he went to look at all the cards. Seto just followed. Yami noticed Seto had sorted them in their categories. The magic and trap cards were then sorted from the rarity of the card and the monster cards from the lowest to highest stars.

"You have a lot."

"No kidding idiot…

I started collecting them since I haven't been able to play in a while. Because of my work, I just don't have time, unlike you."

"Well I haven't dueled in a while either. It's just…

not the same."

Seto raised his eyebrow but said nothing. Yami made his way over to the high stared monsters and smiled. Seto's blue eyes white dragons were on display on a special gold stand. He reached out and picked up one of the cards.

As he picked up the card, Seto shifted uncomfortably. He just didn't like other people messing with his card. It was his for crying out loud. Seto made two steps forward and reached to snatch the card out of Yami's hand. His hand landed on the card and he was about to rip it out of Yami's hand when he noticed it was glowing.

"Seto?"

Seto stared it was warm now. The light increased, blinded them. The card also increased in temperature and burned their hands. Yami cried out in surprise. Seto stumbled and hit the floor. He blinked in shock as the colors blurred.

Rage, Pure, Rage.

"You Bastard!"

The world swirled with anger. The laughter mocked it.

"Ha, do you really think you can do anything!"

Crimson blood dripped from the cold altar.

A shadow hung over them.

His limbs hurt but he didn't stop and then he smirked.

"What are you doing?"

The world lurched forward. It heard an angry scream.

"This doesn't change anything, only the time!"

"Fuck you."

He moved towards the altar to shine light but the shadow didn't move.

It just turned a shade of light gray and continued to dance.

The colors stopped spinning and Seto found his hand blocking his vision. He slowly dropped it from his face.

What the hell was that he thought.

He turned his head a bit and saw Yami lying unconscious a little ways away. Yami shivered slightly, his hands were by his chest, and his brow was fixed. Seto wanted to just dismiss the incident as a dream. He was tired after all. But, his card was glowing beside him, his hand was burned, and he felt anger for a stranger without a face.

After picking himself up off the floor he called in his servants and directed them to move Yami into a bedroom in his house. They were told to wait on him when he woke up.

He wondered if the young pharaoh had also seen the vision. Seto sighed and decided to get a cup of coffee. He wasn't going to sleep now. That incident ran through his being, waking up every inch of him. He gently trotted into the kitchen and got his cup and sat down at the counter to think. The alarm went off and Seto pulled himself together as best he could before heading off to work.

Ohh, what's this vision Kaiba had? You'll have to wait and see.

Although to be honest so will I. I have the basic outline of what it was about but I have to work out the details.

Thanks for reading^^