In My Life

"Yaoi is not about being gay. It's about just falling in love with that person."

Chapter Five

"So, first question," said Mokuba, taking a spoonful of chocolate syrup drenched vanilla ice cream into his mouth.

Currently he was on one of the beds in the bedroom of the suite in a white robe, and eating a huge bowl of chocolate parfait. A chocolate parfait he did some modifications on, like shopping a few bananas and putting them on top. It looked more like a banana split. But still to him it was a parfait.

"First thing's first, Mokuba, dry your hair." Said Seto, stepping into the room with a towel on his head. He sat on the other bed.

"But if I wait my parfait'll melt!" Mokuba whined.

"Come on, I'll dry your hair while you eat and ask," Seto took another towel from the closet nearby and went over to Mokuba. "Sit up,"

Mokuba set the iPhone down and brought the ice cream bowl close to him. "Okay,"

Seto put the towel on Mokuba's head and started drying. "So first question?"

"Right," Mokuba grabbed his iPhone, and opened the notes. "First question. Who is that person?"

"He was the person I liked back in school."

"What's his name?"

"Mutou Yami,"

"Hey, cool name!" Mokuba kind of giggled, and fed Seto some ice cream too.

"Thank you," said Seto.

"Were you classmates?"

"Some of the minor subjects," Seto now felt Mokuba's hair was dry enough, so he put the towel away, and sat down on Mokuba's bed, watching him eat.

"You said you were in the student council,"

"Yeah, after they found out that I was in computer studies, they wanted me to run for president, so I tried it, and won."

"How did you meet him? In the student council?"

"Yes, when we were gathered to decide on who was going to run for my vice president. They saw that we kind of had a connection and immediately asked him to run."

Seto remembered that day like it was yesterday.

"Ah, Kaiba-san, you're here. We're still kinda picking on who your running mate is. Don't worry; we'll be able to decide by the end of the meeting. There's some punch and food, help yourself,"

Meeting? Seto repeated in his head. This wasn't a meeting. This was a party. What kind of meeting had catered food and punch on a long table? He looked around, looking for somewhere to sit. He found a vacant table, and sat there.

He sat there for quite a moment, not bothering to mingle, or talk to anybody. He watched other people, members and officers of the organization talk and laugh.

"Excuse me, does anyone sit here?"

Seto looked up, and saw a person with amazing purple eyes, holding two glasses. "No,"

"May I?"

He was took concentrated on the person's face that he'd forgotten to let him sit. "Oh, yes," Seto moved a little to his left to let him sit.

"I got you a drink," he said. "I thought that it would be kind of rude of me to sit over here with you if I were the only one who had a drink." He smiled, giving Seto the glass.

"Thank you," said Seto, not even realizing that he'd forgotten to introduce himself.

"I'm Mutou Yami." Yami offered a handshake.

"Kaiba Seto." Seto took it.

"Yes, I know," Yami smiled. "It's nice to meet you, Kaiba-kun."

Seto didn't know why, but this person just made his cheeks feel hot. "Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you, too." Conversation, make a conversation, stupid Kaiba! "So you're a member of the organization?"

"Yes," Yami nodded. "And I heard they picked you to run for the batch president. That's nice."

"That's correct, unfortunately,"

"Come on don't be so pessimistic," Yami gave him an encouraging smile. "You'll never know. Besides, I think you're going to be great. Don't you?"

"I guess so," replied Seto.

"No, not 'I guess so,' say, 'I know so,'" the smile didn't leave Yami's face.

The smile sent blood rushing to Seto's cheeks once again, so he looked away and took a sip of the punch. "I still do not know what I can or cannot do, so I don't want to make the assumption that I will be a great batch president,"

"Well you're not going to lead a batch with that attitude. You have to positive, and approachable," said Yami. "Right?"

Soon after that, Seto found himself conversing comfortably with this person he just met. He didn't know what this person had that made him feel kind of easy, to say the least.

"How did you get purple eyes?" Seto asked.

"Actually, I dunno. Never met my parents. My grandfather has purple eyes, though. I guess from him," answered Yami, though he was very unsure of his answer.

"You have to thank him for your eyes,"

"Why?"

"Well, purple eyes are unique and rare. Most people you see have blue, brown or grey," Seto explained. "And you have purple," What I'm trying to say is that you're special, he added mentally, and pretty.

Yami was quiet for a while, and looked at him. After a few moments, he smiled. "You're good." He chuckled.

"Good at what?"

"You're good at-"

"Well, well, well, you two are getting along quite well." One of the officers came up to them. "Oi! I know who's going to run for vice for the freshman batch! It's this little pretty face right here!"

Mokuba was ad-libbing the questions. "You liked him right then and there?"

"Yes, I believe I did." Seto nodded lightly. "It's that feeling you get when you can't believe you met someone like him. Or that there was this stunning person standing right before you."

"What did you like about him when you met?" Mokuba asked curiously. There's got to be some reason why Seto liked him that much.

Seto thought for a moment, then remembered what the reason was. "His eyes," he said. "He had amazing eyes." Seto didn't admit that he found himself blushing while in Yami's presence. "He was the kind of person that no matter what he did, I didn't get pissed off."

"Well, that's a first," Mokuba commented.

"I know. A lot of people try to make friends with me, but their efforts pissed me off. Yami's didn't. I don't know why, maybe because he was the one who was, I dunno, friendly enough? Would that be the right way to describe it? I really don't know. Maybe he was the only one warm enough to actually let me see that he sincerely wanted to be friends, not because of my surname, or wealth."

Mokuba stared at him. "We have to find this guy, and I have to seriously let you guys hook up," he ate another spoonful of the chocolate syrup smothered vanilla ice cream.

"I am not going to look for him."

"Why nooooooooot?" Mokuba whined.

"Because," said Seto. "He had a lover when we graduated. They've probably settled down. I don't want to ruin anyone's relationship, especially Yami's,"

Mokuba sighed in defeat. "Fine." He grumbled, going to back to his ice cream, then his questions. "Anyways, back to the questions." He said. "What sort of things did you do with him back in school?"

"Most of the time, planning activities over lunch. More of lunch than activities, though," Seto chuckled, remembering how he used to invite him to lunch in a condo he bought that was near the university just so he could be alone with him. The condo was just to make Yami lunch.

"Thank you for the wonderful lunch!" Yami stood up and bowed when they were done. "Though we haven't started a thing,"

Seto chuckled. "That's fine. I'll rush it tonight, no worries," he motioned for the helper he hired to clean up the table. "Do you want to return to school or stay here for the remaining hour and a half to continue chatting, or be boring and plan?"

"It's hard to pick," Yami joked. "You sure you wanna rush it? I mean, really." He showed concern. This wasn't the first time Seto had offered to rush a project. And the other projects, despite being rushed, turned out to be more successful than they'd expected it to be.

"Yes. Don't tell me you're doubting me this early into second term."

"N-no, it's not that," he said, "I mean, you've been rushing things since we started, and I don't know if you've been getting sleep or even studying-"

"Look," Seto cut him off, but nicely. "What matters is, the project is planned, implemented, and it's successful. And trust me, I will not run again after this experience."

Yami chuckled and sat down on the sofa. "You bet,"

"So you're going to let me rush it?"

"You're the one who's offering, then sure. I won't decline." He smiled. "Oh right. Before I forget, since I always forget to ask. Do you sleep here? In this condo?"

"Get me some tea," Seto told his helper, then turned back to Yami. "No, I don't," he answered. "I bought this condo to spend my time here if ever I get a break that's too long." Seto half lied. "I study here sometimes,"

"You bought this condo?!" Yami was dumbstruck. "Why didn't you just rent it?! This condo is huge! A-and you just study and eat here."

"I don't like borrowing. So I bought it. Besides, I can do anything with it if I buy it. If I rented it, the things I can do with this condo are limited." Seto sipped his tea. "Do you want tea?"

"Still, it's a waste after you're done with school. What are you going to do with this?" Yami stood up and looked around. "Yes, I do want tea," he said, "You just eat here, and yet you decorated it like you live here," he was admiring the pottery, the paintings, the modern designs.

"Where do you live right now?" Seto asked.

"In a dorm nearby." He answered, but then he was distracted by the huge aquarium. "Wow, you've got an aquarium!" he ran to it, absolutely mesmerized by the aquarium's life.

Seto's helper followed Yami, and set his cup of tea on the coffee table in the living room. Yami saw him and gave him a nod and smile of thanks.

"If you think that this condo is such a waste by the way of how I use it, then live here." said Seto, watching Yami eye everything around.

"What?!"

"Now this I really want to know," Mokuba glanced at his iPhone, then back to eating his ice cream, and looked at Seto. "Why did you have a lot of his pictures? I mean, you have absolutely everything!"

Seto chuckled. Yeah. He did have a lot of his pictures. Hundreds. "I carried a camera all the time back then."

"To just take pictures of him?"

"No, to document activities. Eventually I bought two cameras, those for photography, and gave one to another officer and told him to document, while I took pictures of him. At first I only though he was nice to take pictures of because he was photogenic. But then as I went on and continued to take pictures, I began to like him more. It was the closest I could get to him,"

"Why didn't you make a move? You're the most handsome guy on the planet, and you couldn't make a move to the person who rocked your world?!"

"Because Yami was always surrounded by people. And I couldn't even say anything, even if we were alone. I don't know why I couldn't say anything. Maybe it's because I was a coward. I didn't know if he'd like me back."

"Why didn't you just ask?"

"You try it then. I dare you." Said Seto, grinning at his brother. "If you think that it's that easy, bring your crush to the mansion, and I dare you to tell your crush that you like him or her. I dare you, Mokuba."

The boy stared at him, the face of his crush flashing in his head. Mokuba blushed. "Uh…can I uh…do that some other time…?" he said a little bit nervously, his eyes gazing somewhere else. "You're the one we're talking about here."

"You see? And you kept asking me why I didn't tell him."

"Alright! Alright!" Mokuba said in defeat. "You're the most famous guy in the world! You've got the face, the brains, the body, the car, the money, why didn't you get someone who has beauty that was out of this world to show off!"

Seto chuckled. "You really are very young," he ruffled Mokuba's hair.

"H-hey!"

"If it was that simple, I would have done it. If I'd realized how much I really liked him early in the year, I would have made that move." He was looking blankly at the sheets of the bed, with a little smile.

Mokuba frowned a little. His poor big brother. If he only knew back then, he would have done something. He would have set them up, or he would tell Yami what he knew about Seto. "Did you at least let him feel that you like him?"

"Oh yes." Seto smiled at him. "That included letting him sleep in the condo I bought for free. Not that I was planning to ask anything in return. Or that I was planning to ravish him." He laughed. Mokuba did as well. "I had special lunches prepared for us in the condo." Then Seto paused. "Though I do believe I didn't try hard enough to let him see how much I liked him, or how much he meant to me."

The boy frowned more, and threw a pillow at him. "You idiot! I thought you were the smartest person I know!" he tongued at him.

Seto caught the pillow. "I did, too." He joked. "But there are just some things in life that aren't meant to be ours. Ne?"

"You missed a perfectly good opportunity to take what you want!" said the boy. "I so hate you right now. I mean, he was so pretty, and he had amazing eyes, and wild hair that's out of this world! You could have made pretty babies!" Mokuba's brows met as he pouted.

"You think so?" Seto chuckled.

"Yeah!" Mokuba nodded. "You had so much time! I mean, when you first saw him you were star struck, and then you took pictures of him for no reason at all, then you let someone else take him away!"

Seto didn't answer to that. It was true.

"Do you ever wish you told him?"

"Yeah, sometimes."

"Sometimes? Why?"

"Because there's no reason to hang on." Seto explained. "I have to accept, move on, go be the CEO, and the mother, father and brother to my one and only baby brother." He smiled, ruffling Mokuba's hair once again.

"Yeah right," Mokuba giggled. "But you'll find someone, right?"

"Maybe," Seto gave him a warm look, kind of thanking him for the thought. "Someday."

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