A/N: Yay reviews! I feel loved. (Special note to "too lazy to log in", I am well aware of that fact. I never claimed this was a romantic masterpiece. Were you at least entertained?)

I can't believe it's been 3 years since I wrote this. Man I am an awful procrastinator. Actually, I'm a really good procrastinator which is the problem….. Also it is almost 2 am. I am now procrastinating sleep, mainly because I am home alone and a little terrified o.O…Oh well, enjoy!

Chapter 15

Joey returned to the limo where Kaiba was waiting.

"How'd it go?" Kaiba asked.

"Not bad, I think Yami seemed to have things under control… he might be able to bring Bakura back."

"Good. Well, the concert will be almost over by the time we get back, and I don't even like Gwen Stefani, so why don't we just head back to the house? Continue Joey/Seto time, since we seem to keep getting interrupted."

"You don't have to work or anything?" Joey asked skeptically.

"No, promise. We can watch a movie, eat sundaes, whatever you want to do."

"Oh man, Seto, we haven't done this in forever."

"There has been a heck of a lot going on…"

Kaiba gave instructions to the driver and pulled Joey onto his lap. He put his arms around the blond boy, who turned his head and planted a kiss on Kaiba's cheek. They rode the rest of the way in silence, enjoying the feel of each other's bodies.

Crow saw the lights of the limousine turn the corner onto the street. He stopped pacing Seto's bedroom and sat down on the bed. He wasn't really sure what he was even going to say to Kaiba. He just wanted revenge for all the anguish he'd been cause by the billionaire CEO.

The front door opened. Crow heard voices, laughing. He grimaced. Why had Seto been the one to get lucky? They'd been in the exact same position, both penniless orphans, neither one born famous or rich. And then that man, Gozaboro Kaiba, had shown up. He never even glanced at Crow, just walked straight towards Seto, muttering about 'heirs' and 'figureheads'. Kaiba had been sitting at a table teaching his little brother to play chess. Crow was next to them on the floor. Gozaboro sat down next to Seto.

"I see you're a pretty decent chess player," he said.

"Well, I guess I'm not bad. My dad taught me… before he died," Seto had replied.

"I'm sorry," Gozaboro comforted him without any real feeling. Seto didn't need it anyway. "My name is Gozaboro Kaiba, I am the owner of Kaiba Corp."

"The gaming company?" Seto had perked up.

"You've heard of it?" Mr. Kaiba had asked, unnecessarily.

Seto nodded.

"Well, one day you could own it," the older man told Seto.

The young Seto's eyes widened. "You want to adopt me?" he asked.

"Yes! If that's what you wish."

Seto grinned, but then it faded suddenly.

"What about my brother?" he said, pointing to Mokuba.

Gozaboro frowned for a second. It wasn't his plan to have two children, just one, an heir. Two would be a nuisance. But then he saw the look on Seto's face and he knew he would never get one without the other.

"Alright then, it's settled," Gozaboro said, cheerily.

"Yay big brother! We're going to have a home and a family again!" Mokuba cheered.

Crow, sick of their happiness, got up and walked away. At least Seto would come back for him; they'd made a promise, pinky sweared and sealed with blood. They'd pricked their hands and held them together vowing that 'whoever got out first would come back as soon as they could to free the other' and that they'd be 'best friends forever'.

But money had turned Kaiba into an asshole, and Crow had never heard from him again, never saw his face until he appeared on the news right after Gozaboro's death telling the world how he was planning to take over Kaiba Corp.

That had been three years ago. The net day, Crow had run away from the orphanage, vowing that one day he would make Kaiba pay for what he had done, or rather, hadn't done.

One set of footsteps thundered up the stairs. Crow tensed, awaiting Kaiba's arrival. The door clicked open and a shaggy blond head poked through.

Joey stepped into the room and screamed when he saw the figure sitting on the bed.

"Who the fuck are you, and how the hell did you get in here?" he demanded, reaching for the nearest heavy object to defend himself with; he picked up a textbook.

"Hello, Joey, my name is Crow, pleasure to meet you."

"How'd you know my name?" Joey asked warily.

"Oh, the same way that I know you're Seto Kaiba's little boy toy." Crow chuckled.

"I am not his boy toy." Joey glared at him.

"Oh really? Then you'll have no problem when I see this to the media?" he held up the photograph.

"Get the hell out of my room, Thomas," Kaiba appeared behind Joey.

"You know him?" Joey asked, surprised.

"Used to," Kaiba corrected. "He is no longer a part of my life."

Crow sneered. "I don't need you anyway, Kaiba," he spat. "I have all I ever wanted, and I got it without any help from you."

"Good, then you won't need me to help you to the door," Kaiba smirked.

"Oh I'm not finished with you yet, rich boy."

"Seto, who is he?" Joey asked again.

"No one important," Kaiba said to him. Then the brunet turned back to the stranger. "What do you want?" he asked, annoyed, "Why are you here?"

"I don't appreciate it when people lie to me."

"What are you talking about?" Kaiba sneered.

"Remember this?" Crow held up his hand, with a crescent shaped scar on the palm.

Kaiba involuntarily clenched his own fist. "I don't care to dwell on my past," Kaiba said coldly.

Joey excused himself quietly and headed downstairs.

Crow laughed harshly.

"You obviously forgot it pretty quickly."

"Well, you got out without my help, didn't you? I really don't see what all the fuss is about."

"I waited for three years for you Seto," Crow whispered, his tough demeanor cracking, "Didn't any of it mean anything to you?"

"I had everything I ever wanted," Kaiba said, not really answering the question.

"And you didn't want me to ruin that," Crow laughed again, "I get it. I would have been a hindrance in your plan to be the biggest bastard in Japan, is that it?"

"You always were a clever one, weren't you Tom?" Kaiba said sarcastically.

"Drop the act, Kaiba," Crow snarled, his temper rising.

"What do you want from me?" Kaiba sighed, tiredly. This conversation seemed to be going nowhere.

Crow was silent. Then he sighed and sat down on the bed again.

"Well I came here wanting revenge for what you did to me. But now—" he trailed off, then looked up at Kaiba sadly. "I just want my friend back."

Kaiba swallowed the lump in his throat. "I really did want to come back for you," he whispered, his voice cracking. "But Gozaboro—he told me that if I ever wanted to be successful, I would forget my past, forget the people I loved. He told me there were no such things as friends, only people who wanted to take advantage of you." Kaiba sighed, "I thought I wanted to be like him, and when he died, I ran his company as he would have wanted me too. I was an asshole, I know, but I've tried to change."

"Then why didn't you come back for me?"

Kaiba turned away shamefully. "The truth is… the truth is I for—I didn't remember."

"You forgot about me. Gozaboro did his job. He made you a cold-hearted jerk just like he was."

"I'm sorry Thomas," Kaiba said softly.

"No one calls me Tom anymore," the other boy replied. "It's Crow now."

Kaiba sat down on the bed next to Crow. "You've changed a lot," he said.

Crow nodded. "We all have," he agreed, staring at his feet. "Um, Seto, there's something I've got to apologize for too."

Kaiba frowned. "What did you do to me?" he asked.

"Well, actually, me and the rest of my gang broke into your house and looted it earlier today," he admitted.

Kaiba chuckled. "Wow, I guess I do have too much stuff," he sighed, "I didn't even notice." He shook his head, "How'd you get past security?"

Crwo smirked, "We sent a decoy, and then swam in."

"But how did you get into the building?"

"First floor bathroom window."

"Well, congratulations, you're the first person to break into my house."

Crow grinned. "On that topic, my decoy is currently being held in your basement. Your guard is an extremely gullible man.

Kaiba laughed, and Crow joined him. Their eyes met and they smiled at each other.

A/N: Review, review, review my dearies! I am a poor sad college student who needs a self esteem boost, so tell me if you like my story please! (Or if you don't! But if that is the case, I prefer constructive criticism to useless flames.)