Chapter 4

The two other sat across from each other at the kitchen table. Yami had a cup of coffee in his hands. Yugi was eating from a bowl of cereal.

"Spent the night at the Kaiba's? How was it?"

Yami looked up. "You have to promise me you will not tell a soul. Not Jonouchi, not Honda, not Anzu, and especially not your grandfather."

Yugi raised an eyebrow. "I promise."

"I believe I am having feelings for-"

"Seto Kaiba?" Yugi smiled. "You've always admired him."

"Has it been that obvious?"

"Not really, but I guess it's just because we're still very connected. Sometimes I can still feel your emotions." He looked down. "I'm glad I went to bed early last night."

"I feel your emotions too."

"Maybe when I started dating Anzu, you were feeling my love for her."

Yami nodded.

"You started hanging out with Mokuba the week after we started going out." Yugi looked into Yami's eyes. "Did you do it to get close to Kaiba?"

Yami stared down at his reflection in the coffee. Yes, he did become closer to Mokuba to get closer to Seto. Mokuba was even the first one to know that Yami was attracted to Seto, and Yami had never spoken a word.

"Just tell me whatever it is that you think I should know," Yugi said.

"It all started after Mokuba fell asleep," Yami began. He explained everything that took place.

Yugi's eyes remained widened with shock for quite some time. "He really called you Atem?"

"He was angry with me."

"It's just his reputation he needs to keep up."

"I have not even bothered with my own in over a year. When was the last time you saw a deck in my hands?"

"When you gave that Winged Kuriboh to that kid you bumped in to." Yugi thought a bit. "No, I think that was the last time."

Yami nodded. "Seto is very stubborn."

"Seto?"

"That is his name?"

"Only his brother calls him Seto." Yugi laughed. "We call him Kaiba around here."

"Be quiet, Yugi."

"Yes, Atem." Yugi laughed loudly, almost falling from his chair.

Yami gave his other a small smile.

"You have been with me for years giving me advice along the way. I'm going to pass some of my own wisdom onto you; follow your heart."

"Thank you." Yami took a sip of coffee. "I'll follow my heart when I discover what it is saying."

"It's not saying anything you won't understand."

Yami closed his eyes. He saw Seto's blue eyes. They were filled with desire. Yami reached out to touch his face. He opened his eyes when he touched something cold and rectangular.

It was the puzzle box where Yami and Yugi kept their cards. Yugi was grinning.

"What is this for?" Yami asked.

"There's this card game that people have been playing with monsters and spells. Anyways, I don't have time to explain everything about it."

"You know what I meant."

Yugi opened the box. "Remember what Kaiba did last time he was upset?"

"A tournament with himself as the final duelist." Yami looked up into Yugi's eyes. "What are you thinking?"

"I think it's time for Yami to kick Kaiba's butt again. Build yourself a new deck. It'll clear your head. I'll even join the tournament and get Jonouchi to come along, too. What do you say?"

Yami opened the box and pulled out his and Yugi's favorite monster. He looked from the face of the Dark Magician to his other. "I'll build a deck, but only when I hear there will be a tournament."

Seto sat behind his desk staring at the card at the top of his deck; Blue Eyes White Dragon. He closed his eyes and thought back to that very first duel where Yami defeated him.

Yami stood across from him with the massive form of Exodia standing before him. He smiled and then instructed the monster to attack. The room changed from a dueling field to Seto's bedroom. Yami's hair was spread out on the pillows. His pale skin reflected moonlight. Seto slammed his hands onto his desk.

"We are at orange alert for a tournament. I repeat, orange alert."

Seto opened his eyes. Mokuba was speaking into his intercom.

"Seto is in a bad mood. Orange alert for a tournament."

"I can't help it they help me blow off some steam." He looked at his calendar. "Next weekend looks good. There's still three months until graduation."

"Red alert! Tournament to be held next weekend at Kaiba Corp."

"Yes sir, Master Mokuba," a voice replied. "We shall begin making advertisements."

Mokuba sat on the edge of his brother's desk. "This won't solve your problems."

"Of course it will. It has never failed me before."

"Whatever you say, bro. I just don't think Yami will go away as easily as anger towards an unfair grade will."

Seto glared. "You're just a kid. What do you know?"

"I am not a kid." He stood up. "If I'm such a kid, then how come I know more about your own emotions than you do?"

Seto did not look up.

"Why won't you ever listen to me when you're like this?" Mokuba yelled. He took the top card of the deck and threw it across the room. He looked as though he wanted to apologize before he ran from the room.

"Stupid kid," Seto mumbled. He looked at the card lying upside down on the floor, then at the remainder of his old deck on his desk. Deck construction was good for keeping a clear head. This tournament is what he needs. What does his kid brother know? The best thing about the tournament; only one entrant would have magenta, gold, and black hair, and he was not Seto's type. Seto rubbed his face in his hands.

"Yami is not my type either."

Yugi tossed a blue poster onto Yami's bed the next day. "I'm thinking we should get you a disguise and a codename."

"That would be good." Yami read the poster. "It's next weekend…"

"So, are you in?"

Yami looked up and smiled. "Yes."