Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! But I'm oh so grateful that it exists

"You clean the bathroom
and I do the dishes
I water the lawn
and you feed the fishes
What a neat little domestic life that we live"

~Neat Little Domestic Life, Of Montreal

Chapter 4

As Alistair finished shelving the books on his cart he wondered what would happen once Seto and Mokuba returned from Egypt. Would Seto's newfound belief in the magic that had been going on around him for so long have any kind of effect on him? And if so, what?

"Excuse me?" Alistair turned and saw that the person who had spoken had red hair and gray eyes.

"Moira?" he exclaimed in surprise.

"It is you. I didn't know that you were back in Domino. Or did you never leave?"

"No…I did. But now I'm back." It was horribly awkward talking to her. After he'd returned from his disastrous stint working for a relief organization in his home country called Robinhood, Alistair had decided to sever his ties to the friends he'd had before he'd left.

"And you work here now I take it?"

"Uh, yeah, I started working here a couple of months ago. I'm using the money to pay for college although I'm not sure what I want to study yet."

"There's an open house next week at the university where they have representatives from all the departments available to talk to prospective students if you're interested. I'm taking my little sister; would you like to join us?"

"Um…yeah, ok. Do you still have my cell phone number?" She nodded.

"I'll text you with the details later."

"Are you and Darren still friends?" he inquired after a pause.

"Not really. He and the others got really heavily involved in activism and I just want to get away from all that so we sort of drifted apart."

"Yeah, I haven't talked to him since I've been back either…" He'd thought about it, but ultimately decided against getting back into contact with his old friend given that Darren knew about him and Seto, and Alistair couldn't risk the brunette finding out that someone knew about it when he'd sworn not to tell; Seto would never forgive him.

He and Moira chatted for a few more minutes until one of his coworkers shot him a look. He hastily excused himself and returned to his almost empty cart. She waved goodbye and promised to text him about the open house.

Not ten minutes after she'd left, Alistair's cell phone started buzzing. A quick peek told him that it was Seto. Glancing over his shoulder to make sure he was alone, Alistair ducked behind the bookshelf, dragging the metal cart with him and kneeling down beside it before answering the call.

"Why are you calling me?" he whispered. Seto's eyes widened in surprise. It wasn't like Alistair to blow him off like that. That was his thing.

"Oh silly me, I thought you'd want to know that we're back. And why are you whispering?"

"I'm at work! You know, at the library?"

"Oh. Well can you come home?" Usually Alistair found the fact that Seto seemed to live in a parallel universe endearing, but sometimes it was exasperating.

"Yeah, in forty-five minutes. Not everyone is lucky enough to make their own hours."

"Have I ever told you what a sunny disposition you have?"

"Like you're one to talk." Someone coughed softly to his left. Alistair looked up into the stern face of his supervisor. "I have to go. Welcome back. Bye." He hung up. "I am so sorry about that," he apologized. "My boy—best friend just got back from a trip and I…I just…It won't happen again." Mr. Himeno, a man of few words who nonetheless was more than capable of conveying his disapproval, continued to frown at him, the deep wrinkles of his face shadowy. He shook his head and walked away as silently as he had come, leaving his chastised employee sitting on the floor.

Alistair couldn't explain why, but his boss's dissatisfaction with his work drove him to do better so that he could earn the man's approval.

Seto pondered his and Alistair's conversation the entire way back to the mansion. He couldn't believe that the redhead had hung up on him. Had calling to tell him he was back been a mistake somehow?

In retrospect he wasn't sure why he had called. What had he expected, for Alistair to drop everything and come running? Perhaps it had been a selfish wish…

Alistair was careful to finish the rest of his shift on a good note and went out of his way to not make even the tiniest of mistakes while shelving or helping patrons. Finally he was free to clock out and go home. As he was pulling on his riding gloves, one of the part-time workers from the kid's department, a petite brown-haired girl with dark eyes, walked into the back room.

"You're putting your glove on inside out," she informed him, pointing, a small smile on her face.

"Oh, thanks." He quickly fixed his mistake. "It's Zoe, right?" Her smile widened.

"Yeah. And you're Alistair."

"Yeah," he replied, surprised she remembered given that they'd only ever spoken once or twice.

"Are you doing anything later?" she asked suddenly with a failed attempt at sounding casual, and it dawned on him why she'd approached him in the first place. "A couple of us, the ones under forty that is, were going to go to the movies, do you want to come?" He tried to figure out the best and least painful way to let her know he wasn't, nor would he ever be, interested.

"I can't. My boyfriend just got back from a trip and I promised I'd spend the evening with him. Could I take a rain check?" Understanding, disappointment, and resentment crossed her face in quick succession, but she hurridly tried to cover them up. The smile still on her face she said:

"Oh, your boyfriend. Yeah, that makes sense. Where was he?"

"Egypt. It was sort of a soul-searching thing." He wasn't sure why he told her that except to fill what would inevitably have become an uncomfortable silence. She laughed, though it didn't reach her eyes.

"I wish I had the money to fly to Egypt for some soul-searching. The best I can do is the mall. Anyway, have fun with your boyfriend."

"Yeah, and you have fun at the movies. What are you going to see?" She shrugged.

"We'll just decide when we get there. I should get going. See ya."

"Bye."

Upon further reflection, Alistair decided that he needed a better word for Seto than 'boyfriend.' It just didn't fit somehow.

By the time he had parked his bike in the garage and gone inside, Seto and Mokuba were in the middle of eating some of Trudy's sandwiches.

"Welcome back," he said uncertainly as he took his seat. Given that he and Mokuba had parted on less than friendly terms and that he had hung up on Seto that afternoon he wasn't sure what to expect.

"Hey Alistair," Mokuba replied, not meeting the redhead's eyes. "I'm really sorry about what I said before; Seto filled me in."

"Oh." Alistair's gaze drifted to Seto who had barely made eye contact with him when he'd entered the room. "It's ok Mokuba, I get it. It wasn't very nice of me to make you worry like that."

"Because you're such an expert on manners," Seto said snidely, taking an angry bite out of his roast beef sandwich. Alistair crossed his arms.

"I didn't have a choice; my boss was breathing down my neck! We're not allowed to use our phones while we're clocked in unless it's an emergency."

"I see." That changed things. Seeing as he was a stickler for rules himself when it came to his employees, Seto could understand Alistair's position, though he'd never been on that end of it.

"So how was Egypt?"

"Hot," Seto said blandly, setting the sandwich aside and taking a long draft out of his white coffee mug.

"And Yugi's duel against himself?" Mokuba glanced at his brother. Surely Seto wasn't going to stick to that story after what they'd witnessed, was he?

"It was boring. And pointless. I don't know why I ever wasted my time trying to beat him. There's nothing special about being crazy." He set the mug aside. "I have some unpacking to do." He stood and Alistair followed suit.

"Do you want some help with that?" he asked, his stab at sounding casual just as unsuccessful as Zoe's had been.

"Sure. Mokuba, can you touch base with Roland for me?"

"Not a problem." Mokuba flashed a thumbs up, taking his brother's not so subtle hint about not bothering the two of them.

As soon as they had closed the door to the bedroom behind them, Seto pulled Alistair into a deep kiss. This had been what he'd been looking forward to all day. The last two days really. It truly was funny just how profound of an effect Alistair had on him.

"I missed you too," Alistair said once they broke apart, his hands nestled against the back of Seto's neck.

"I know what you missed," Seto, not usually so forward, countered, smirking.

"Is that so?"

"I'll show you."

Afterwards, as they lay in bed, as always with Seto's head resting on Alistair's chest. While he absently ran his hand through the brunette's hair, Alistair realized that over the course of his time living at the mansion he'd grown to be happy. No, happy was too simple a word for the deep-rooted sense of well-being that he felt knowing that his days of aimless wandering were truly behind him. This was his life now: holding down a regular job, preparing for college in the fall, coming home to Trudy's cooking, maybe playing a game or two with Mokuba, reading with Sewell on his lap, and then going upstairs to sleep with Seto.

"I love you," he said, bringing Seto in for a kiss.

"Are you always going to say that after we do this? You're such a sap," Seto replied with a lazy smirk.

"Are you never going to say that after we do this? You're such a prick," Alistair retorted, but he wasn't in any way angry. A minute or so later he ventured to ask Seto to go slightly more in-depth into his adventures in Cairo.

"What did you do while you were there?" Seto mulled over how much he wanted to tell the redhead about what had happened. His first inclination was to say something along the lines of: I just followed Yugi and his loser friends around while they deluded themselves into thinking we'd been sent back in time, but in light of his recent realization that it had in fact happened and the knowledge that Alistair wouldn't think he was crazy, he decided to tell part of the truth, prefacing his statement with:

"If you say 'I told you so' you will find yourself living on the street. There was a tomb or something like that, and Yugi and the losers were all lying passed out on the floor in front of a huge stone tablet." Not sure how to go about explaining the next part of the story, he paused. Did he really want to admit to Alistair that he'd been right about magic all along? He finally decided not to—his pride wouldn't allow it.

"While I waited for them to wake up, Ishizu Ishtar bored me with stories about the past and about the pharaoh that Yugi's allegedly a reincarnation of plus the guy she says I'm the reincarnation of. Then she told me a fairy tale about the origin of the Blue Eyes White Dragon. According to her, Blue Eyes is actually the soul of a girl called Kisara." Seto furrowed his eyebrows. Talking about Kisara that way, like she hadn't even really existed didn't sit well with him.

"So you just sat around with Ishizu Ishtar and swapped stories?" Alistair did his best to keep the skepticism out of his voice.

"More or less. Then the dweebs woke up and Yugi decided to duel himself. He won, to the shock of no one, his loser friends got emotional, he gave a speech, and then Mokuba and I flew back." He chose to omit what had happened on the boat as well.

"Can't you just admit that you were wrong?" Alistair hoped that his tone was playful enough to prevent Seto from getting defensive. It wasn't. Seto sat up and crossed his arms.

"So you're saying that I'm lying to you about nothing magical happening? News flash: nothing magical did because magic doesn't exist." Alistair rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. Anyway, do you want to know what I did while you were gone?"

"Pined after me, I think we already established that," Seto said, mollified for moment, lying back down next to Alistair whose chin was resting against his palm.

"Don't flatter yourself. No, I got invited by a friend of mine to some fair at the university next week for new students."

"Oh."

"Don't get too excited."

"What do you need to go to college for? You've already got a job."

"Yes, and I like my job, but I think college will be a good way to see if there's more to life than just the Dewy Decimal System."

"Hmm…"

"I hate it when you do that. Can't you just tell me what you're thinking instead of making me guess?"

"I was just thinking that if you want to 'broaden your horizons' or whatever, you could start traveling with me again. I have a trip to China coming up."

"I mean, yeah, that'd be fun, but I want to go to college too."

"Why?"

"I think it will be interesting: it'll give me the chance to meet new people and try new things, learn, maybe going will even help me figure out what I want to do for a career."

"You can do all those things without going to college. You want to learn something new? Read a book. You want to try new things? Tell me, I'll make it happen. You don't need to meet new people: people suck. And you don't need a career either; you aren't exactly wanting for money. Besides, you're too old to start now. The starting age for college is eighteen or nineteen." Alistair stared at him in confusion. The subject of college clearly bothered Seto, and this was far from the first time he'd tried to talk the redhead out of it, but Alistair had no idea why, only that it was very similar to how the CEO had reacted when he'd announced that he'd gotten a part-time job at the library.

"Why are you so against the idea? Just because you didn't need to go doesn't mean it's worthless for everybody. We aren't all geniuses like you."

If Seto were completely honest with himself he'd have to admit that the notion of Alistair going off to college was unsettling. He'd have a whole life that didn't involve Seto and he could come to choose it over him, and Seto didn't want that to happen. He wanted Alistair for himself because the redhead was one of a very small handful of people in his life that he actually gave a damn about, and for the most part he isolated himself from the rest of the world with said handful of people. If they started to leave he'd be left alone.

He knew that 'clingy' was the most appropriate word to describe what he was feeling, but he rejected it on the grounds that it was such a pathetic emotion. No, he was merely protecting Alistair from the inevitability of getting hurt by anyone he could possibly meet at the university.

"I just don't want you to waste your time doing something you don't have to."

"How could learning possibly be a waste of time?"

"Can we not talk about this right now?" Seto leaned in to kiss Alistair who still looked far too inquisitive for his taste. Alistair chose to relent.

Mokuba, having never actually done it himself, had a limited knowledge of sex, but he assumed that after two hours of being locked in the bedroom Seto and Alistair would be done and therefore saw no harm in going to see if one or both of them wanted to either watch a movie or play a game or two.

"Can I come in?" he asked after knocking twice. Inside, Seto and Alistair froze, both extremely grateful that Alistair's face had been pressed into a pillow.

"…No," Seto said finally. There was another, longer pause.

"Oh…" Mokuba didn't know what else to say and quickly left the area, trying very hard not to imagine what was going on behind the closed door, traumatized by what he'd almost walked into.

Needless to say: having Mokuba almost walk in on them having sex quickly ruined the mood.

Mokuba meanwhile was sitting in his bedroom trying to forget what he'd almost seen. His computer dinged and he looked up at the screen where a request from Hilary to video chat had popped up. Grateful for the distraction, he accepted.

"Hey you," she greeted him, smiling and tucking a strand of long blonde hair behind her ear. "What's up? You look scared." He knew he wasn't supposed to tell anyone about Seto and Alistair, but Hilary was hardly 'anyone' and if he told her to keep it a secret he was certain that she would. Besides, he needed to tell someone.

"I almost walked in on my brother having sex," he explained morosely.

"Oh…yikes," Hilary replied sympathetically. She paused, then couldn't help adding: "with who?"

"If I tell you, you have to promise not to tell anyone else; Seto would kill me."

"Then maybe you shouldn't tell me." But she was dying to know. The way Mokuba was acting, she figured the girl Seto was sleeping with must be someone famous.

"No, it's ok; I trust you. Do you remember the first time you came to dinner here?" She nodded, wondering where he was going with the story. "And do you remember Alistair? The guy we were putting up?" She nodded again, though she wasn't sure what the connection was supposed to be. "He uh…he sort of still lives here."

"Ok?"

"That's um…he's sort of Seto's…that's who I almost walked in on him with." As the realization hit her, Hilary's eyes grew wide. Never in the almost four years she'd known who Seto Kaiba was had it occurred to her that he might be gay. Her friends would be shocked and devastated. "But like I said: you can't tell anybody. If anyone found out, Seto's afraid it would cause a huge scandal and he doesn't want to have to deal with that."

"Yeah, no, totally." Hilary was still trying to process what Mokuba had told her. "So he's like, dating this guy?"

"They wouldn't call it dating, but basically."

"Is that why he lives with you?"

"That's why he still lives with us; but I wasn't making it up when I said he was a kind of a refugee. It was only supposed to be temporary since they didn't even like each other, but then I guess something changed."

"How do you feel about it?" she asked him curiously.

"About him dating Alistair or about Alistair still living here?"

"Both."

"Alistair's ok. He and I play games together a lot since Seto's always so busy, but sometimes I miss the way things used to be when it was just me and Seto. I know it's irrational, but I can't help but feel like he's starting to care more about Alistair than he does about me…" He lowered his eyes sadly, though he felt like the invisible weight of his secret fear had been lessened slightly by having said it out loud.

Hilary didn't know what to say. She could see plainly that Mokuba was hurting given how close to his brother she knew he was, but she was at a loss as to what she could possibly say that would make him feel better. She was an older sibling, like Seto, and not nearly as close to her sister, though she did care about her a lot. But if her sister were to start dating someone it would hardly bother her. Then she remembered that Seto was more than just a brother to Mokuba; he was his parent too, more or less. How would she feel if her parents divorced and one of them started seeing someone new? Betrayed maybe.

"I don't blame you for feeling a little betrayed since it's just been the two of you for so long, but I mean, don't you think he deserves to be happy like us?"

"Of course! But wait, do you think that the reason he doesn't like you is the same reason I kind of don't like Alistair?"

"He doesn't like me?" That was news to Hilary. Mokuba bit his lip. He hadn't meant to tell her that.

"It's not that he doesn't like you (which wasn't completely true given that Seto had said on several occasions that he found her vapid and ordinary); he's just cynical and he's convinced himself that you're going to hurt me."

"Oh. But doesn't that same logic apply to him too?"

"I don't see how Alistair could hurt him; they're not like us."

"In what way?" Mokuba mulled it over.

"We have a real relationship; we go on dates, we hang out, we text, we have some of the same friends, we tell each other everything, that sort of thing. But I've never even really seen them look at each other unless they're arguing about something, let alone go on dates or anything like that. As far as I know their relationship is just them sleeping together." He figured there must be more to it than that seeing as how Seto had risked his life flying out to bring Alistair back to Domino, but he certainly wasn't privy to it.

"But I thought you were worried about him caring about Alistair more than you. If they're just sleeping together than I don't understand how he could."

"That's true…You're right, I'm being stupid."

"I wouldn't say that; you just miss your brother."

In Seto's room, he and Alistair were getting dressed while Seto continued to fret about what Mokuba may or may not have heard.

"He wouldn't have knocked if he'd heard," Alistair pointed out logically.

"I just don't want him to start thinking about us that way."

"I'm pretty sure he knows what we do in here; he's not stupid and we aren't always exactly subtle."

"Are you saying he's known about this for a while?" Seto asked, blanching. Alistair gave him a sympathetic look. For all of Seto's genius, he could be quite oblivious sometimes.

"What did you think he thought we did in here; play Duel Monsters?"

"Yeah, I guess…" He paused. "How long do you think he's known?"

"He's probably suspected since before we actually ever did it." Seto sat heavily on the edge of the bed, his black shirt still unbuttoned. He put his head in his hands and groaned. "Why is it such a big deal?"

"He's my little brother; I don't want him to think about me that way!"

"I'm sure he doesn't think about it; he's probably just as embarrassed by what happened as you are."

"Why aren't you?"

"Embarrassed? Why should I be? Granted, I'm glad that he didn't actually walk in, and that he probably didn't hear anything, but it's not like we were doing anything kinky."

"If it was your brother…" But Seto suddenly realized what he was saying and stopped. "I'm sorry, that was insensitive." Alistair's face had momentarily darkened, but he quickly shrugged the comment off. He knew Seto hadn't purposefully brought up Mikey to hurt him. The exchange was a prime example of just how far they both had come since being together.

"It's ok; I know what you mean, and you're probably right. If the situation was reversed and it was Mikey that had almost walked in on us I'd probably be much more embarrassed than I am. Anyway, shouldn't we order food now if we want it to get here before nine?" Seto glanced at the display on his cell phone.

"Yeah, probably. Whose turn is it to pick?"

"Mokuba's."

"Great, that means pizza…" He made a face.

"For someone who doesn't like it you always eat an awful lot when we get it," Alistair observed.

"It's not that it tastes bad; it's just so unhealthy…"

"Until you cut back on your coffee intake you're not allowed to comment on what's healthy and what's not."

"That's the most flawed logic I've ever heard. Just because I do something that could be perceived as unhealthy doesn't mean I'm incapable of understanding what is and isn't healthy—it just means I don't abide by it in all cases," Seto said with an annoyingly blank expression as he buttoned his shirt up.

"I hate it when you do that."

"Do what, point out your horrible argumentation style?"

"Act like everything's a debate."

"I'm not debating; I'm simply saying that you can't make the argument that because I drink what you consider to be too much coffee, I shouldn't be 'allowed' to say whether something else is unhealthy or not. Your argument, if you can call it that, hinges on the supposition that someone who does something unhealthy is, for that reason, incapable of comprehending what healthy and unhealthy things are in general which I think it's fair to say is false. Therefore your entire point is invalid."

"I hate you. Let's just go order the pizza." He started to walk towards the door when Seto put a restraining hand on his shoulder.

"Wait. Can you actually stay here or at least not come with me? I want to go talk to Mokuba. Alone. What do you want on your pizza?"

"Uh…pepperoni and pineapple."

"That will never cease to be disgusting. Fine. I'll call you when the pizza gets here."

"I'm going to go back to my room then."

"Ok."

"Good luck with Mokuba," Alistair said as they parted ways, Seto heading towards Mokuba's room, Alistair towards his.

"Thanks."

Mokuba was still talking to Hilary when Seto knocked on his door before entering. Both teens looked up at him.

"Oh, hi Seto," Mokuba said uncertainly.

"Hi," Hilary echoed, never sure how to refer to her boyfriend's intimidating older brother.

"I didn't realize you were busy; I'll come back later." He turned to leave.

"No, it's alright," Hilary insisted. "I should probably get going anyway; my mom's called me for dinner twice. I'll see you tomorrow then Mokuba?" she clarified.

"Yeah, four at the arcade."

"Sounds good. I love you, bye!"

"I love you too," he said, smiling as he ended the call. Turning to Seto he added: "what's up?" Seto took a moment to process that Mokuba and his girlfriend were at the 'I love you' stage of their relationship, which he took none too seriously, before answering.

"I wanted to talk to you about what happened earlier."

"Oh?" Mokuba asked uncomfortably, twirling a random pen off his desk between his fingers as a means of distraction.

"I think there should be a new rule: you're not allowed in that hallway if Alistair and I are in the bedroom." Mokuba, who already had no intention of ever going anywhere near that room ever again if he could avoid it, nodded.

"I think that's probably a good rule," he agreed. "But can I ask you something kind of personal?"

"That depends."

"Do you love him?" The question seemed to Seto to come out of left field.

"Where is this coming from?"

"I was just wondering because it seems like all you guys ever do is have sex." If Mokuba's initial question had surprised Seto, his follow-up conjecture positively floored him. He'd had no idea that that was what his brother thought of his and Alistair's relationship. Then again, he supposed that Mokuba had no way of knowing about what he and Alistair discussed or the experiences they had shared.

"That is really none of your business," he answered finally.

"It kind of is though. I have to share my house and my brother with him so I'd like to know why."

"Because he's important to me."

"Yeah, I get that; but how come? I mean, he's nice and he plays video games with me, but it's not like you and he do anything together except, well, you know. Or am I missing something?" He continued to fiddle with the pen without meeting his brother's eyes.

"Is that really all you think we do?" Seto asked incredulously.

"Well, yeah. Oh, and you also sometimes argue. Really loudly."

"I see now why that's the impression you have, but you're wrong," he said shortly. "I can't really explain it to you, but he's special to me, just like you are." He briefly reached up to touch the spot where his Duel Monsters locket usually was before he remembered he wasn't wearing it, but Mokuba recognized the gesture and wondered if Seto now kept a picture of Alistair in it alongside one of him. "Look, I don't expect you to understand. Maybe once you're older…"

"I happen to be in a relationship too," Mokuba retorted hotly. "So I understand that perfectly. What I don't understand is why, if he's so important to you, you both act like you barely know each other. And I'm not talking about in public, I'm talking about in the house. I don't think I've ever seen you give any kind of indication that you and he are more than acquaintances when we eat together."

"What would you have me do?" Seto demanded, nettled. "I don't do public displays of affection, you know that. Anyway, I don't know why we're even having this conversation. You're the child and I'm the adult and so I don't have to explain myself to you. Now what do you want on your pizza?"

"Pizza?" Mokuba asked, confused.

"Yes, pizza. As in the greasy, fattening garbage we order every time it's your turn to pick what we have on Sundays. What would you like on yours?"

"Pepperoni," Mokuba answered slowly. "With breadsticks on the side and some of that tomato sauce stuff."

"Fine. I'll call you when it gets here." Before Mokuba could get another word in edgewise, Seto had turned on his heel and left the room, the door closing with a click behind him.

Mokuba let out the breath he'd been holding before leaning back in his desk chair. In the last year or so Seto had pulled the 'I'm older than you' card way more than ever before, but describing himself as not just 'an' but 'the' adult was something new and Mokuba had no idea why now that he was practically an adult too Seto was choosing to sound so much like a parent. Could it have anything to do with Alistair? And if the relationship that he and Seto shared was more than just a sexual one, what was the 'more?' What did they talk about? Did Seto tell Alistair things he'd never told him?

All of a sudden Mokuba realized just how jealous he was of the redhead. If Seto needed Alistair for more than just sex, then clearly he, Mokuba, was failing to meet that need, whatever it was.

It wasn't fair of him to want Seto to get rid of Alistair just so it could be the two of them again, like it always had been, when he would never dream of giving up Hilary, but he wanted that anyway. It was nothing against Alistair of course; he actually liked him, but he wanted what little spare time his brother had for himself.

It was ironic. After having hoped for ages that things between them would work out, now all Mokuba wanted was for them to fall apart.

As Britney explained her plan, Darren continued to nurse his third beer. After Alistair had left, Darren had decided to take a much more active role in the activism that went on around campus, and with the help of his journalism major roommate, they and their friends had been the spearhead of several exposés involving injustices at the university.

Now that they had graduated they had their sights set on doing an undercover job to blow the lid off of something major. After much discussion, they had finally set their sights on Kaiba Corporation, mostly at Darren's prompting.

It was no secret that big corporations often partook in shady practices in the name of turning a greater profit, but no one had ever managed to get anything on Kaiba's company, at least nothing that stuck. Darren was convinced that they could change that.

True to his word, he had not told anyone that Alistair had had any kind of romantic involvement with the famous CEO, but that didn't stop him from hating Kaiba for keeping Alistair from him. He was long over the redhead, but the relatively unjustified malice towards Kaiba remained.

His friends hadn't had any objections; especially not once they discovered that one of the higher-ups in the marketing department was looking for a secretary. They had all applied, but ultimately it was Britney who landed the job.

This had been her first day. While at the office, she had been careful to keep an eye out for anything that could be deemed an injustice, and by the time she left, she'd already racked up several, many of which had to do with the way the female employees were treated.

In his spare time Darren had looked into Kaiba Corp's public records, hoping to find something there, but to no avail, not that he was surprised. But he was sure with a little digging something big would turn up, something that would cause a sensation.

They concluded their meeting by congratulating Britney and wishing her luck before going their separate ways for the evening.

Author's Note: This is, of course, is my own conjecture of what Seto and Alistair's domestic life would be like, but I think it's fair to say that Alistair would want independence, at least financially, from Seto, and Seto, because he's Seto, would continue to be the oh so lovable character he's always been, albeit one that's now opened his heart to two people.