I'm soo sorry for such a horrible chapter 2. It'll be re-written in the future, or at least changed a little bit. I have no idea of any of the events of this chapter! Please don't hold it against me ^__^

Bakura's Guardian Angel-Ohh! Sorry, haha. When you said "drag out" I thought you meant "drag out of the closet", not "dragging feet" if that makes sense -__- I actually wasn't even planning on adding any slightly romantic anything's for a while. I don't like mushy gushy fluff that much, so the actual romance aspect won't come for a longgg time :D

Chapter 3

POV Yugi

Grandpa was looking a little flummoxed. Now that I'm closely examining him, he seemed to have more lines on his face than before. His hair was more bedraggled than usual, and his general appearance more shabby. "Yes, Grandpa?" I said, since he hadn't said anything since I looked up.

After a pause, he replied, "I think I'm going to let Yami inherit the shop. He's a much more people-person than you are."

I sat still, shocked. Grandpa was cutting me out of his will? After the shock wore off, I became furious. How dare Yami usurp my position! I knew protesting would be useless, so I stood up quickly, slamming my palms on the table, and giving both Grandpa and Yami glares. The chair nearly toppled over, and it would have been a nice added effect, but it landed on its feet. I stormed out of the building, not caring that it had started to pour nor the direction in which I was headed. When my anger finally began to subside, I found myself at Kaiba's big corporation tower. Maybe he can hire me for a job that's good for releasing anger. I seemed to harbor lots of it nowadays.

POV Kaiba Seto

When Yugi came into my office, I figured he just wanted to chat or hang out or something, so I just ignored him. I was making some complicated graphs and analyzing the data. The incompetent fools in Data Analysis couldn't even prepare the data for me, so I was forced to calculate dozens of mundane figures. After several minutes of typing and click 'n dragging, I finally got the picture. And it was not looking good. Last quarter, sales had dropped 14%, while competitors' had gained 2%. I continued filling in some reports and contracts when I was interrupted by a cough. I looked up, annoyed that someone had the audacity to come in and interrupt me, but when my gaze rested on Yugi, I felt some of my exasperation fade away. Yugi was truly a lifesaver. Without him, I'd probably have murdered the next person that came in the door or called me. A few moments of silence later, and Yugi finally opened his mouth to say something.

"Can I have a job?" he blurted out quickly. "I now officially don't have the shop anymore, and I would love to be able to yell at people or fire them or something. Please?"

I was completely stunned by this development. Yugi didn't have the shop anymore? It was his dream to inherit it and make it more successful. Hell, he even had the proper mindset of a businessman to turn the little store into a huge chain! Well, it was Mr. Mutou's loss. I bet that supposed Pharaoh got it instead. Senile fool, getting rid of and ignoring his most valuable asset. Wait, did I just call Yugi valuable? What's wrong with me. When did I stop working?

"Seto-kun?" he repeated.

I was lost in my own thoughts? What the fuck is going on! I tried to regain my composure before replying, although I know I only partially succeeded. "Of course you can have a job, Yugi. I have the perfect opening right now. You can be my personal assistant/head of marketing. Does that sound all right?"

"Thank you Seto-kun!! But what does a personal assistant/head of marketing person do?"

"As my personal assistant, you'll learn the tools of the trade, help me with all the "big boss" stuff, and accompany me to events and such. As head of marketing, you'll come up with ideas to market and promote my products."

"Ooooh that sounds fun! When can I start? Now?"

"Yes. Your training will begin at this moment. First, get a chair so that you can see how I work. Where are you going?" I asked as I saw Yugi leaving.

"To go fetch a chair."

"This is your first lesson. You will use the intercom to tell my secretary to go get a chair. You don't have time to waste searching for one. Here's the intercom button."

"What's your secretary's name? I can't just press it and address her as Ms. Secretary."

"……I don't know. I go through them so quickly names don't stick."

"Oh. In that case, here goes nothing. 'Secretary?''

"… Umm, what?" a feminine voice replied. Who is this, she thought. Definitely not Kaiba.

"Could you please fetch me a chair?" Yugi replied politely.

"Sure, just wait a moment please." Wow, this person is really polite, she thought as she tried to place the vaguely familiar voice.

"Thank you," he replied politely.

"Yugi, you can't speak so slowly and kindly. There is never-ending work to be done, and you already wasted a minute chatting with my secretary. Next time just say, 'Get me a chair' and turn off the intercom. It wastes precious time and resources having conversations while you're working. Got it?"

"Yes, Seto-kun. But I will still be polite." At the end of the sentence, the secretary walked into the room with a rolling chair and placed it across from me.

"I need it on my right side," I ordered.

She meekly rolled it next to me with a puzzled expression and replied, "You're welcome" to Yugi's thanks. This will be prime gossip material, she thought. Kaiba being slightly cordial! Before she could leave, I told her she'd better not breathe a word of this to anyone or the small print on her contracts would be put into effect. She immediately blanched and ran out of the room. With a satisfied smirk, I turned to Yugi. He looked slightly sad for some reason. "Understand?"

"Yes, Seto-kun," he replied a little cheerlessly before brightening a bit. "What's next?"

His sad face somehow made me feel an alien emotion, guilt. I shoved it out of my mind as I focused on teaching my new assistant. "Watch carefully," I said. "I'm filling out contracts to suppliers and typing up contracts for retailers." I continued working, confident that Yugi would catch on and understand the mechanics. As I started typing up a clause stating worker conditions, Yugi interrupted me.

"Shouldn't you leave the worker conditions up to the company? It seems possessive, self-imposing, and controlling if you do that. They might think you want to operate their company, next."

"No. This way the workers will have a chance to survive. I will not tarnish my reputation and employ sweatshops."

"I feel sorry for the workers in sweatshops too, but if that is how the owner wishes to operate the company, then you should just hire other suppliers. How would you like it if some retailers insisted you be kinder to your employees just because they bought your products?"

I became silent. Yugi did have a point there, but I wasn't willing to lose to Yugi's first challenge. After all, I had been CEO for several years and had rigorous, albeit extremely unpleasant and mentally and physically scarring training. I tried to view the situation from all angles, but could only find Yugi's flaws in my contract. I finally admitted defeat. Yugi was correct. I erased the clause and began on the next. By the time I finished the contract, Yugi still hadn't spoken another word. I turned to the side to see if he was still paying attention and was astonished at his attentiveness. Some of the starlight was filtering through the windows and splashed on his face. It gave his skin a transparent and glowing quality and made his eyes shine out of the growing darkness. His golden bangs pulsated with starlight. I did a double take when I found myself staring into pools of amethyst. I sat there, mesmerized, until Yugi broke my trance.

"Why are you staring at me, Seto-kun?"

I paused, what could I say? In the silence that ensued, I made a rash decision. "It's late. We can continue working tomorrow. At this rate, you'll be a company-less CEO in no time [1]."

Yugi glanced up at the clock and exclaimed, "Wow! I can't believe it's already 10 PM! I'd better get going. I'll see you at school tomorrow, ok?" He began to make his way to the door before I stopped him.

"Here, I'll take you. It's a long way from the shop, and you might run into some thugs. We're skipping school tomorrow. There are more important matters to take care of that require our immediate attention."

"Umm…okay. Thanks for offering me a ride home, Seto-kun!"

"No problem. Coming?" I asked when I turned around. Yugi was just standing there. When he heard me, he chuckled embarrassingly and followed me out. The ride to the game shop was silent. When Yugi got out, he waved and thanked me again before bounding up to the store. As he entered the store, his entire demeanor and posture changed. His shoulders slumped down, and his lolled a little forward. I could tell just being in the presence of the shop really depressed him. "Yugi!" I called before he closed the door.

"Yes, Seto?"

"Why don't you stay at my house? We'll save time and you'll be more comfortable."

Yugi's entire face lit up at hearing my proposition. "Thanks Seto! I'll be right back. I need to get some stuff."

I could see him lightly bounding into the house. He disappeared from my view when he went upstairs. While waiting for him, I rubbed my temple, hoping whatever affliction I had concerning Yugi would go away tomorrow.

POV Yugi

As I raced into the shop, I could feel Seto's eyes on me. I can't believe he's so generous! First, offering me a prestigious job, and now, inviting me over because he noticed my discomfort! Lightly racing through my room, I heard a squeak in the left corner and ducked. When the assailant lost his or her balance, I came up around his/her and pinned her to the wall. Immediately after seeing white super spiky hair, I let go and went about my business. Bakura would talk by himself. No point in "wasting time" as Seto would say. I managed to gather all the things needed for a sleepover and school before Bakura broke the silence.

"Where are you going?" he whispered quietly [2].

"Seto-kun invited me to stay over when he noticed the black cloud gathering at the game shop's doorstep. Why did you assault me?"

"I didn't assault you! I was just trying to see something [3]. When did you learn self-defense?"

"Uh-huh," I replied unbelievingly. "It looked like you were trying grab me. I took some classes when the group started to become distant. I need to go now. Seto's waiting for me."

Perfect, Bakura thought. Kaiba's house will be a much better training area. "I'll see you at 5 AM tomorrow at in your guest room," and with that, he jumped out the window before I could reply.

I'm quite astounded at my improved senses. Time was, I could stub my toe and not notice until someone told me it was bleeding! Happily skipping down the stairs, I made my way to Seto's car, not noticing his open stares or jealous, glinting brown eyes from the bushes [4]. The ride to Seto's home was also concluded in silence, and I yawned hugely while following Seto in.

My eyes began to become bleary. When Seto noticed this, he took my hand and guided me up the stairs and into my room. Getting only 3-ish hours of sleep this morning was really taking its toll on me. I just stood stupidly in my room, not even very aware of my surroundings. Seto directed me to the bed and gently placed me under the covers. Who would have thought his scrawny arms were so strong? I shifted until I felt comfortable, and just as I completely fell asleep, I felt a small puff of hot breath on my mouth before a butterfly kiss was placed on my lips.

The next morning, I was painfully woken up when Bakura pounced on the bed. I won't even ask how he got into the room. Chances are he just climbed through the window. "What," I mumbled when a blurry Bakura entered my vision.

"Time for training, lazy ass," he hissed. "I'm not sure why I even bother. You act as though my training weren't important. And you waste your time going after friends." This time, not only did he jump on me, but he also punched me in the cheek.

"Oww!" I yelped. "What was that for?"

"For not being ready! You should have seen it coming and blocked or ducked it. Ra forbid, I was even moving slowly! You wouldn't survive a day in Ancient Egypt with these reflexes. The guards that come at dawn would have captured you without any trouble. You are not fit to be my apprentice if you won't even put in the effort!" He moved to slap me again, but this time, I ducked it and half-tackled him onto the floor. Unfortunately, the comforter got tangled between my legs, so my tackle was quite ineffective. We both ended up on the floor with the comforter somewhere in the midst. "What the FUCK was that!" he yelled as he tried to untangle himself.

"What? It's not like I was in any position to actually succeed with any move. I caught you by surprise too," I said in a self-satisfied manner. "I bet you didn't sleep with heavy, big, fluffy comforters in Egypt. I'd like to see you do any better!"

"Whatever," he replied dismissively. "Get up. We're going to 'explore' this beautiful ground."

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Just let me change into some more comfortable clothes." I proceeded to quickly change before remembering that Bakura was still in the room. Freezing with my pants half down, my face exploded into crimson and Bakura cackled at the sight. "Will you please turn around?"

"Why? This is so much more amusing than whatever shit is behind me."

My eyes widened considerably, and my face became even redder. It wasn't in response to Bakura, though. Seto had just appeared behind him and was looking decidedly amused and annoyed. Bakura mistook my expression for horror to his statements and continued commenting on how nothing behind him could be better than the sight of me. Seto interrupted by clearing his throat.

"Hi, Seto. I knew you were behind me, ya'know. Your footsteps couldn't be any louder. Anyway, as I was saying, the shit behind me…wait, SETO KAIBA?! GAHHH!!!" Bakura tried to run to the window, but Seto swiftly snaked his hand out and latched onto Bakura's arm. "Let go, you bastard!" However, he couldn't get his arm out of Seto's bone-crushing grip.

"What the fuck are you doing in my house, and Yugi's room nonetheless. There is absolutely nothing of value in this room," he hissed waspishly.

"Ahh, nothing that would concern you. I was just going about my way, stealing some treasures and other shiny knickknacks that you just happen to have an abundance of," Bakura airily replied.

Seto did not appear daunted or surprised at this reply, and just pulled out his cell phone and called his guards up. "Throw this intruder in the dungeon," he commanded. Addressing Bakura, "You'll enjoy your stay there until Ryou can pick you up." At this time, he turned to me and looked me up and down. "Are you planning on pulling up your pants anytime soon?"

"AHHH!" I screamed once again and quickly tugging on my pants. All this embarrassment was probably not good for my heart or face. "Why are you over here so early anyway, Seto-kun?"

"In case you didn't notice, it's already past 9 AM."

I opened my mouth to scream at Bakura for letting me sleep so late when I realized the impression I'd be giving Seto. Instead, I seethed at Seto, even though he didn't really deserve it. "Why'd you let me sleep so late? I've got to go to school, do all my homework, and get back home….." My anger died away as yesterday's events rushed back to me. Oh, I thought. We're going shopping, that's right. And I have a job, or two, and am at Kaiba's house. Seto just stared at me, waiting for recognition to dawn on me. When he deemed it long enough, he just handed Bakura over to his waiting guards and walked out the door. I guess he assumed I would just follow him like a good little guest. And, that's what I did. Ra, I'm so predictable.

We went to the dining room, and once I had eaten, we got into the Kaiba Corporation Company Limo. "What exactly are we shopping for? I don't exactly have very much spare money at the moment."

"We are going shopping for a whole new wardrobe, and I am paying for everything since you are my employee."

I opened my mouth to protest. Seto-kun was doing too much for me already, and I really didn't want to accept any more charity! Again, Seto predicted what I was about to do and went on before I could speak.

"I do this for all my personal assistants. No, you will not be accepting more charity since I'm giving this to you as part of the job package. Now be quiet and come. We're here."

The destination was the most expensive French boutique in the city. "Mademoiselle Colette, Monsieur Gustave, thank you for seeing me on such short notice," Seto said politely when the two such persons [5] greeted him at the door. "Here is your customer. Please get rid of all the horrid leather, but otherwise, you have free reign." He pushed my unwilling body forward.

I can't believe he was actually trying to be polite to someone. He must really respect these two. "I look good in leather," I tried to protest. "And it fits perfectly!" I looked back at Seto and gave him my puppy eyes. At first, his gaze was very decisive, no questions asked, but a few moments later, I could see his will start to waver. I widened my eyes even more, but just as he was about to crumble, Mademoiselle Colette whisked me away behind a curtain.

POV Colette [6]

"What shall we do with you," I mused aloud. His stature was small, but otherwise his bodily proportions were perfect. A nice round face with slightly pointed chin complemented his huge amethyst eyes. He also had the most perfect complexion. Kaiba was correct in that the leather needed to go. It completely clashed with his overall look, looking much too gangster-like. "Gustave," I said, "go get a blue jacket in Kaiba's trademark style. I have a feeling the flare would match him." As Gustave went into the backroom to look for the pattern, I continued to inspect the customer. His long legs should be accentuated elongated a little. It would draw the eye down from the extremely short torso. "Those close-fitting black dress slacks too!" I hollered.

He was beginning to fidget under my scrutiny. He'll need something that will boost his confidence. Why would Kaiba choose such a nervous and shy kid? Maybe a tight blood red sleeveless shirt that shows an inch of midriff. Yes, any shorter and he'll look like a slut. Gustave came back and as he was helping the customer into the pants and jacket, I went to go look for a suitable top. When I came back, I saw Gustave trimming the jacket. Instead of being more like a trench coat, it was beginning to take the shape of a short jacket, almost cape. With the rest of the ensemble, he looked like a model of haute couture. We both agreed on the look, and Gustave went to go look for more clothing that would give this boy a similar appearance.

Gustave also put on a little bit of mascara, eyeliner, and a touch of blush. The finishing touch was the newly created jacket. We both took a step back and gazed at him appreciatively. Of course, the clothing would need to be completely custom-made in order to fit him perfectly, but the basic look was magnificent. This should do, I thought, and ushered the boy out from behind the curtain. Kaiba looked from him, to me, and back to him, before nodding severely. The teen went back behind the curtain to change while Kaiba paid for the service and clothing fee. I pushed some of the money back, and when he glanced at my face, I just said, "This was a pleasure. He was perhaps the most perfect model ever." Nodding once again, he took back the cash and waited for said subject to come out. They both left momentarily, and the excitement of the business faded away.

POV Seto

Yugi was beginning to look like a high-class employee. I glanced at my watch. That took a mere two hours. We were ahead of schedule by about three hours. "Lunch or more shopping," I gruffly asked.

"I'm fine either way," he replied. "I did eat a pretty hearty breakfast, and you've been treating me to all this splendor, so it really is up to you."

"Fine. We'll pick up the rest of the stuff, then eat. Most of what you need will be bought online anyway."

The limo pulled up to an electronics store, and we both walked in. I marched up to the salesman and bought the latest cell phone model. Yugi didn't notice my transaction, so enthused at finding the game section. We picked up a few more items and then I instructed the chauffeur to take us to the Greek restaurant. When we were seated, Yugi just gazed at the surroundings and looked a bit awed at the artwork. When he looked down at the menu, his eyes widened almost imperceptibly. I was waiting for the usual protestation, but surprisingly, none came forth. I looked back at him and saw a face of resignation and utter delight. Hmph, he's learning quickly.

As we waited for the food to come, Yugi began to squirm again. "What," I said.

"Why is everyone staring at me?" he nervously asked.

This took me aback. Surely not everyone would be staring at him, and it was absurd to think he would know for sure. I looked around, and sure enough, everyone was staring at him. No one was looking at me. How could he know everyone was looking at him, and not just staring at me, the famous Seto Kaiba? "How did you know the entire restaurant was staring at you? And the reason is because you're young, and they're reporters. This is your next lesson. Need I remind you to always be prepared? He flinched at my last sentence.

"Uhh, it's a skill I've always had!" Yugi rushed to say.

I simply glared at him. He was lying through his teeth. He seriously thought he could lie to a great negotiator like me? Ah well, I'll get it out of him sooner or later. I was about to instruct him on how to act (even though I would have enjoyed watching him flounder for a bit first) when he suddenly straightened in his chair, plastered a small smile on his face, gazed at me with faux interest, and clasped his hands on the table. His transformation was astounding. Once again, his flexibility had astounded me. I really must watch out for any other 'skills' he has or I will be the one floundering.

We ate the meal in silence, and once that was done, we headed over to Kaiba Corporation. I introduced him to the rest of the Marketing team gave, him the cell phone, and left him at that. I had lots of work that needed doing, and Yugi would surely know how to handle himself and the team. As I waited in the elevator, I can remember not noticing anything unique or odd about Yugi. Thankfully, whatever affliction I had last night passed on.

POV Yugi

Yay! I finally get to start my job! This will be fun. "Who is the 'leader' of this department?"

"I am, Mutou-sama," a lanky man nervously answered.

"Just call me Yugi or Yugi-kun or something like that," I said with a smile. "What's your name and what have you and the team been working on?"

"My name is Shima Hotaka [7].Right now, we're trying to make a new advertisement for the latest Duel Disks, but we can't quite get it geared towards a very large age group. Most of the ideas have been kiddie holography play are or sexy, hot males/females."

"Well, that's simple enough to remedy with a little thought. Do neither. They're typical advertisements that are found almost everywhere. We need an advertisement that isn't confusing, but has subtle meanings for older people. Kind of like adult-humor in children movies, but nothing too perverted. It should be chaste. Get those creativity engines moving!"

Hotaka was still standing in front of me. He asked, "Would you be willing to star in any of the ads? As the King of Games, your popularity would be noticed."

"No. I will not influence the results of this quarter by making an appearance. My presence would be appreciated at first, then scorned." Plus, then they won't know I'm working for Kaiba Corp. and Bakura won't be able to take advantage of my position. Raising my voice a little so that it could carry through the room, I said, "Please don't tell anyone of your new boss. I want to keep my job and position completely secret. You may say you have a new boss, but not who it is. I trust each and every one of you, so please don't break that trust by gossiping."

I received a few puzzled looks, but I just ignored them and waited. When everyone finally began working again, I walked around to see what it was that everyone actually did. "Hotaka," I called. "Can you give me a tour of the team and facility?"

"Sure, Yugi-sama. There are twenty-one people on the team and five replacements/alternates. The five people are called in when someone is absent or when we need more people. They are very adaptable, learn quickly, and work in almost every area. Seven people work on the script. The tall redhead with glasses is Kiku Masahiro, the shorter brown haired one with the bright pink lipstick is Kiku Kamiko (they're twins), the Korean with really spiky cyan hair is Park Jinsu, the average height Vietnamese with the small glasses and bronze skin is Nguyen Quynh, the slightly chubby American with the large nose and squinty eyes is Mendelbro Jon, the Arabic woman with her face covered is Masheel, and the American with very large glasses and tousled brown hair is Smulf Andrew. They write the script of the ads and always want to have the ad their way even though they know nothing of the mechanics and technological details.

Eight people do research on competitors' advertisements. They analyze the competing ads and try to understand why certain ads are successful. They also make sure our ads are copying or similar to theirs. The team is made up of two triplets and a twin. The ones with the flame red hair in different styles are Izumi Hoshi, Naomi, and Reiko. The other triplets with black-striped hot pink hair are Fuku Mamoru, Daisuke, and Gina. The twins are Kinley Alex[andra] and Ben.

Three people work with the actors on poses and positions and such. They're the most outgoing of the team. The guy with the mohawk is Kyle, the gal with the curly lavender hair is Mimi, and the guy that looks slightly geeky is Matt.

The last two people work the tech to actually film the advertisements. They are very grouchy, but they work really well together. The tall woman with the ponytail and severe expression is Naka Fumiko, and the shorter male with the bald spot and small glasses is Hayashi Iwao. I am like an assistant manager, or your second, and I kind of dabble in every area. If someone needs help, I normally come over and either try to help or defer the problem to other specialists."

"Thank you, Hotaka. You may go back to work now. I'm just going to observe everything right now."

Everyone was really efficient. Even while hard at work, they still managed to joke around and have fun. I wonder why Seto-kun thinks they just waste time and don't ever get anything done? When lunch break rolled around, nobody stopped working [8]. "Alex," I said, "why are you guys still working? It's lunch break but nobody is eating or relaxing or anything."

"We eat while we work," she replied. "Kaiba-sama doesn't like us to do nothing productive at any time, including lunch."

"Really? Then this will be the first policy I'm changing. Everyone, take a break, eat, and relax for 30 minutes. You can continue work after your break."

There were scattered gasps of disbelief, but when I didn't say anything, they set down their work and pulled some chairs together. Most of the chatter was about the upcoming project. It would be revolutionary and incredibly simple. After break was over, everyone went back to work. The advertisement was coming along very quickly. There were two more intermittent 15-minute breaks, and I had to remind the team to actually stop work. We finished up the day at 7 PM. Kaiba didn't come down until I was just leaving. "Come," he beckoned. I followed him to the parking lot, surprised to see a lone V8 Vantage Aston Martin.

Seto drove to the boutique and picked up my new wardrobe plus a suit. He also forced me to wear the suit. He then took me to an Italian restaurant with an ocean view. We were lead to a lonely table with the best view. After we had ordered, I hesitantly asked, "Ummm Seto-kun, why are we here?" The atmosphere had a suspiciously similar quality to that of a da-a-ate.

"I want to know how you day went. What did the department get done and such," he simply replied, not noticing the scene the pair of them generated.

"Oh! I had such an amazing day! I met all the workers, found out all they did, and got them started on the new advertisement. Those workers are really wonderful!" I gushed.

"I disagree with that sentiment. How is the advertisement coming? Those workers should have been at least halfway done with the commercial by now."

"They were! But I got rid of their ad and gave them much better ideas. They basically had two generic advertisements and wanted to combine the two. It would have been a disaster!" The food came out at this point, and I immediately started gobbling it down. I had ordered penne alla vodka, and it was simply divine. The rest of the meal was eaten in silence, Seto paid the check, and we left with Seto driving his beloved car.

After he took a turn that took us in the opposite direction as my house, I looked at him questioningly and asked, "Where are you taking me? My house is over there."

"You will stay with me until everything is settled. This way you will be able to absorb and learn everything you need quickly and efficiently with first-hand experience."

"Can I at least pick up some clothes, toiletries, and games?"

"No. We just picked up your clothes, I have all the toiletries you'll ever need, and can get any game you want."

Silence blanketed us again, and the rest of the trip was concluded in its embrace. I was about to lug the new clothing out of the car and up to my room when a lean and sinewy man took it from my hands. I asked a maid where the dungeons were, but she looked at me as if I were insane. Taking another 7 minutes 24 seconds, I finally found Seto and asked him where the dungeons were.

"They're on the top floor in the corner with the most sunlight. Don't let the prisoner out."

How odd, to have a dungeon with lots of light, unless, of course, all the descriptively dark and dank dungeons in those many books are all completely false. I finally found the dungeon and walked through the door. Following a corridor hidden from the main hallway, I saw a guard near one of the doors. He looked completely alert, so I just snuck past him, skittering right under his nose and hugging the shadows. After making my way past the guard, I strolled along until I saw a cell that looked slightly newer. When I looked in, it was truly dark, dank, and disgustingly grey. It also did not have an occupant, although there was a blanket, tray of untouched food, a pitcher of water, and a pallet. Bakura must've escaped, I thought with a smile. I snuck past the guard once again and went to my room.

There was an inch-high pile of homework from yesterday. Sitting at the desk and beginning the homework, I 'felt' and heard a whisper of fabric. Guessing that it was Bakura, I just ignored him and continued working. Just as I finished the second to last subject, my new cell phone rang. I wonder who it could be? This number is restricted.

"Hello?" I said, answering the phone.

"Aibou, where are you?"

Completely taken by surprise, I felt a chill creep up my back. Yami was calling me? Why didn't he just use the mind link? Not replying, I closed the phone and leaned back into the chair. Yami had just severed the last thread. I was reaching for the phone to call Malik or Ryou when Bakura finally decided to make his presence public.

"Well, well, well," he sneered. "Poor little light has lost his precious Pharaoh. What shall he do now?"

"I was going to talk to Ryou are Malik, but you just said something that piqued my interest." Now what could be precious and important to the Pharaoh? Ah, yes, that gaudy belt buckle collar that he never ever takes off.

"So? Care to enlighten me to your plan?"

"I'm going to steal something in broad daylight," I answered bluntly.

Upon hearing this, his eyes lit up with anticipation.

"No," I said. "I'm doing this alone. Go steal something else from him."

He got really angry at my decision. "Don't tell me what to do apprentice. I will come along, and that is that. The both of us shall carry out this act of revenge. Now here is the plan." He began whispering heatedly and quickly.

We plotted for an hour and a half before it was interrupted by a huge yawn on my part. "No training tomorrow morning. Get to school and begin implementing the plan," Bakura commanded and promptly left. I had just finished a shower when Seto came in. As my face lit up like a tomato, Seto just gazed at me.

"Pegasus-san is coming over tomorrow right after school. He wishes to discuss business matters. You will sit in on the meeting and observe the transactions and interactions. You will not participate in the meeting. Good night," he said and abruptly turned on his heel and left. Exhausted, I turned off the lights and fell on the bed, immediately falling asleep.

[1]- this was not the rash decision! I'm not actually sure what the decision is, but it'll rear its head later I think.

[2]-redundant, yes, but bear with me?

[3]-Uh-oh, what could Bakura want?

[4]-Is this moving too quickly?

[5]-is that grammatically correct? I'm not sure how to use persons lol

[6]-beware of this part. I have absolutely no fashion sense, so if this would look really ugly, sorry! Please feel free to help with suggestions.

[7]-last name first

[8]-they have a lunch break around 2:30ish

Finally! Wow, this was a long chapter. What shall the grand plan be? Should Yami-tachi and Yugi-tachi get more attention? Hmm maybe Pegasus should be helpfully evil? I know this story is getting more and more complex, and I haven't even introduced the actual main idea into the story! R&R and any ideas? I don't really like this chapter. It just goes on and on and on. Oh well.