Voices of Seduction

by JollyBigSis

Yami is a struggling voice actor whose life is suddenly turned upside down with the appearance of Kaiba Seto and his adversary, Ishtar Marik. Set in an AU, join the cast of YGO as insanity, hilarity and major OoCness ensues!

17. Chapter 17

At long last, I give you the promised chapter. Sorry for the delay, but real life has finally caught up and payback is a bitch~! I hope the length, if nothing else, will appease all. Please enjoy.

Warnings: Marik (even though he's not physically around, he is still a perverted menace, lol), upheavals of emotions that will leave you thinking "WTF!" and the usual 'blah' applies 'cuz it a super-long chapter and I go googly-eyes when it too loooong! Plus, proofing and uploading at 3am is a bad idea. *pouts* All errors will be corrected in due course.

Please note that from hereon, all scenes will be referred as "xx" since I am clearly going to screw up the sequencing if I keep trying to put them order. It's not all that relevant and it wastes time going back and forth looking for references on previous announced scenes. I hope it isn't too confusing.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

O-o-O-o-O

Ignoring the growing commotion around him, Yami sat rigid in his chair and stared at the clock on the wall. There was five minutes left of their break and the staff were slowly trickling in. Needless to say, he was not looking forward to the return of Kaiba and Amelda. Thankfully, Raphael was not around and Noa was preoccupied with his phone. Yami had acknowledged him with a nod of his head when he entered, but left the teen to his devices. Neither was in the mood for conversation—least of all, with each other.

Pulling out the script from his bag, Yami casually flipped through the pages to see how many Gadius and Osiris scenes he was required to do with Raphael. Luckily, some of the scenes included Ra, which meant it would be excluded from today's schedule. However, thanks to Marik's absence, Raphael's return was inevitable. Yami hope he wouldn't bring Amelda with him. If Kaiba and Amelda wanted to suck each other's face off, they could very well do it elsewhere!

Yami surprised himself with his hostile attitude considering he had no right to feel bitter about it; whatever Kaiba chose to do, and with whom, was none of his business. In fact, didn't Yami announce he was not gay? So, why was he acting like a betrayed lover—an extremely jealous betrayed lover?

Perplexed, Yami pulled a frown. The notion was too ridiculous to entertain, he thought to himself. Nonetheless, to see them so close—so intimate—hurt. What was a sober kiss like? Surely, it must have been a thousand times better than the "meaningless, alcohol-induced kiss" they shared that night, right? Beneath the dull ache, he could not stop the resentment from clinging to him like cobwebs or the self-doubts from surfacing.

Shaking his head to clear his mind, Yami turned his attention back to the script and counted about half a dozen lengthy scenes between Gadius and Osiris. That meant overtime, which in turn, meant he was going to be dog-tired when he finished. It didn't sound appealing at all.

Lost in his reverie, he was startled when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Hey, Yami! You alright?"

Taken by surprised, Yami stared blankly at Jounouchi.

Worriedly, Jounouchi tried again, "You look a little pale, are you okay?"

Noting Jounouchi's concern, Yami offered a shrug and smiled. "I'm okay," he said quietly. "Just a little tired that's all. I think the excitement gotten to me, plus I'm a little nervous with the upcoming scenes . . . you know, the ones with Raphael-sensei."

The blond patted his anxious colleague on his back and laughed. "You'll do fine," he reassured, flapping his hand dismissively. "Raphael is quite cool, you know. Beneath that poker-face, he's easy to get on with . . . a bit like Kaiba, but less prickly, less high-almighty, less condescending," Jounouchi began tallying Kaiba's flaws with his fingers, " . . . less pain in the ass and—"

"I wouldn't continue with the list if I were you," a cold voice behind them challenged.

Yami and Jounouchi twisted their heads around and stared at the speaker. Kaiba stood with his arms crossed over his chest and wearing a look of irritation. The fingers of hand drummed against his upper arm and the other held a familiar can.

Taking one look at the energy drink, Yami turned his head away and stared into the space in front of him. The only acknowledgment he gave Kaiba was the tightening of the jaw.

Jounouchi gaped shamelessly after witnessing Kaiba get the silent treatment from Yami. He was about to comment on it when Kaiba death-glared him. "Speak and I'll ensure all the work that you'll ever get is yaoi," the older man growled. "With you bottoming!"

Jounouchi smirked and zipped his finger and thumb across his pursed lips in a mock gesture of compliance. He was rewarded with Kaiba telling him to "Piss off!" and a killer-glare that increased a hundred-fold in its ferocity. Personal experience had taught Jounouchi to take whatever small victory gained and back off graciously. He wouldn't want Kaiba losing face in front of others because of him, at least, not without Marik to back him up. Call him cowardly, but Kaiba, in one of his moods, could be downright vindictive. Jounouchi wasn't stupid to incite the man's wrath without Marik around. To tease is one thing, to provoke is another. Besides, right now, it was more interesting to kick back and watch the interaction between Yami and Kaiba. Something was up and he was curious to know what.

Plonking himself next to Honda, he prodded his friend and told him to watch the drama between their boss and newbie unfold.

Kaiba waited for the blond to "piss off" before turning his attention back to Yami. The latter's face had a dusting of red and his lips pressed into a sulky pout. Yami was adamant about ignoring him. Holding back a sigh, Kaiba held out the can to the sullen male and said, "Drink this."

Yami slid his eyes to the product and then slid away again. "I don't want it," he mumbled.

"You are mistaken if you think I am asking you to drink it," Kaiba replied frostily, his arm not budging from the outstretched position. "I am telling you to drink it."

Finally, Yami looked up at Kaiba with stormy eyes. The command had darkened his pissy mood further. Carefully avoiding contact with those long, tapered fingers, Yami reached out and took the can from Kaiba. "Its warm," he stated, his face bore a look of surprise. "Isn't it supposed to be served chilled?"

"Cold beverages aggravate the throat, you pea-brain!" Kaiba answered. "I thought you'd know that by now."

Yami scowled at Kaiba then turned to the drink. After a brief hesitation, he opened it and took a large gulp. The sweet beverage slipped down his throat, the tepidness making him grimace. It tasted gross! Pausing for a breather, he downed the rest with his next swig; burping softly behind a balled fist when he finished. He shot Kaiba a look that silently screamed: There! Happy now?

Kaiba sent him a 'You'll be thanking me later for this' look and walked away.

Placing the empty can on the floor, Yami grabbed his bag and fished out his water and placed it on the floor as well. After tucking his bag under his chair, he gave a quick glance around the room and spotted the girls. They exchanged a quick smile and wave, and his eyes were on the move again . . . roving until it rested on Raphael. Who was sitting alone. Without that annoying redheaded jerk-face!

Where's dickwad? Yami wondered, his reluctant mind wandering back to the scene in the corridor. The image of that little tryst burned into his memory—branding him—leaving a searing pain in its wake. No matter how much he denied it, he minded that kiss! He minded . . . cared enough to feel bitterly resentful about Kaiba kissing another. It brought about confusion and dismay. He was confused because he was supposed to be in love with Anzu and dismayed because he was supposed to be straight . . . and wasn't.

How did things get so complicated in a matter of few weeks?

"Fuck this," Yami muttered under his breath and into his hand as he brushed it over his face. Ota-san appeared in the room and work was about to begin again. Any problems will have to wait.

Puffing out a large breath of air, he straightened up and followed the director with his gaze. Swallowing his discontent and donning a professional face, Yami awaited his cue.

O-o-O-o-O

"Can we have Raphael-sensei and Yami-kun to the front please." It took Ota-san five minutes to settle down before he made that announcement. Yami knew he'd be called out since Raphael was on borrowed time. Still, he it didn't make the experience less scarier or nerve-wracking. Making his way to the front, he was conscious of all eyes on him; especially a pair of striking blue ones.

Thanks to the Raphael's longer legs and Yami's procrastinating, the former was already waiting for him. Standing beside the tall and well-built man, Yami felt like a dwarf. He internally cringed as Raphael towered over him. Never in his life did he feel so vertically challenged. Not even standing next to Kaiba. With the brunet, he still felt short, but . . . adequate.

Managing a faint smile at his voicing partner, he turned towards Ota-san and waited for the instructions for the next scene.

Sensing he had his two actors' attention, the director began speaking again. "You know we will be cramming as many Gadius' scenes as possible, right?"

Both men nodded.

"Most of the scenes will involve the both of you, right?"

Again, the men nodded.

"Good," Ota-san beamed. "I just wanted you to know that I'm going to work you both until your voices are raw. So, don't say I didn't warn you, okay?"

This time the heads nodded a little less enthusiastically. Ota-san laughed. "Don't worry, inform me if you need to rest your voice. The last thing I want is for the both of you to hurt it. No doubt, Oshita-san will be most put out if I handicap his leading actor in any way. Am I right, Raphael-sensei?"

"I think it's safe to say 'most put out' is mildly putting it," Raphael replied with a quirk of his lips. "He mentioned something about poaching one of your actors for the day as compensation should anything like happen. I heard he was very interested in Mutou-san."

All eyes turned to the bewildered Yami. Looking at Raphael, he pointed a finger at himself and mouthed "Me?"

Raphael confirmed it with a grin.

"Then, I had better ensure I don't give him the excuse to do that," Ota-san quipped good-humouredly, "Isn't that right, Yami-kun?" He winked playfully at Yami.

Yami nodded like his life depended on it. He couldn't agree more! Working with Amelda meant he'd be nursing a battered ego than a hurt voice by the time he's finished. To safeguard Raphael voice and his sanity, he would have to do all the scenes in less takes as possible.

"Excellent," Ota-san chortled. "We shall turn to scene xx where Osiris meets Gadius, in private, for the first time." The subtle sound of pages being turned accompanied the director's words. "Here, Osiris is still smarting from the news of his mentorship and decides to retreat to his personal sanctuary to relax with his beloved guzheng*, a Chinese version of the koto*. Yami-kun, I would like you to watch Osiris carefully. He is angry and hurt, and he blames Gadius for it. Most of that disgruntlement will be revealed in his voice, which borders on insolence and sarcasm. Following the Obelisk and Osiris scene, we still have a unstable Osiris on our hands, okay?"

"Mmm-hmmm," Yami sounded his understanding and nodded.

"Great! Now Raphael-sensei, unlike Osiris, Gadius is a cool-headed guy, which allows him to remain aloof and faintly amused whilst Osiris rants away. Watch the clip a few times then decide how you'll voice him. I trust your interpretation will be sound despite the lack of lines and I am certain you'll make the most of those few words. Now, let's get started."

Yami was relieved to see minimum dialogue in the scene, though what little there were, was mostly Osiris'. However, the bright side of it all was Yami got to vent through Osiris. Judging from scene, Osiris was pissed and was taking out on Gadius, since Raphael was the reason Amelda showed up—then, by default, Yami had every right to be annoyed with Raphael. Needing an outlet for his frustration, this scene provided Yami with one . . .

Osiris ignored the man who was going to be his sole companion for the next year. Hiding in the east garden, Osiris was hoping for a moment of solitude so he could reflect on the cruel news his father had imparted to him.

He was going to be sent away.

Plucking a string on the guzheng with one hand, he pressed down on the quivering cord with the other. The note, reflecting his mood, vibrated mournfully. Running his fingers across the strings, a watery sound was released and he began to pluck arduously at them. The melody floated from the instrument and surrounded him . . . wafting through the still air and penetrating it with an aching melancholy that spoke volumes of the turmoil and pain in the player's heart.

He was going to be sent away.

Distracted, Osiris played a wrong note. The inharmonious twang pulled him from his trance, jarring him from his anguish. He was glad nee-sama wasn't present. She, who was talented in numerous instruments and had taught him the guzheng, would have been scandalised with his terrible performance. He would be in for a scolding for playing whilst chaos ruled his heart. Wincing from the imagery tirade she would have poured on him, he looked up at the intruder.

"Yes, General?" He spoke in a voice that would have frozen water, his face schooled in an impassive expression. It was clear Osiris blamed the man for his unhappy predicament.

Gadius stared at his would-be student, his silence irking the teen into lashing out angrily. Osiris' tongue was venomous as a viper's when he said, "If you have nothing to say, then please leave. I wish to be alone."

There was a pause and then the General spoke, "We need to be introduced, if not acquainted, before the programme begins. I think now is a good time as any." He sounded suspiciously bored.

"We will have a whole year in each other's company, General Gadius. I am sure we can get acquainted then. In the meantime, I appreciate whatever privacy I can get now." Looking down at the guzheng, Osiris allowed his fingers to languidly sweep across the strings once more, drowning out the silence and cutting off further opportunity for conversation.

Undeterred, the General took two steps towards Osiris and slammed a hand on the strings, silencing the instrument. The deed caused Osiris to instantly jump up, his eyes blazing with fury. "How dare you disturb me in my own home and act so impertinently!" he spat. "Need I remind you of my status . . . of how I outrank you? I demand respect!"

The General shot the boy a look of scorn before removing his hand. "Your status concerns me not when you chose to act anything but the person your status dictates," he scoffed. "If you desire respect from me then I suggest you start earning it. Behaving like an ill-mannered and sullen brat will get you nowhere."

The words were softly spoken, but the authority accentuating the remark made Osiris inwardly flinch. This was a man who commanded attention with his voice alone. It was obvious he would not tolerate resistance. No wonder his father entrusted his only son to him. Still, Osiris wasn't about to give up without a fight. He hadn't forgiven the man for choosing him . . . and if the man wanted respect . . . well, he would have to earn it too.

"You, who plan on taking me away from all that I hold dear and against my will, I might add, have the audacity to wonder why I am behaving sullenly? No disrespect, sir, I don't care for your company right now, please leave."

Gadius looked at Osiris with amusement. He found it funny to have a mere slip of a boy dismiss him. The child was, indeed, volatile. Calm one moment and explosive the next. He will need to learn to rein in that temper before he is fit to be taught.

The General's face grew grim whilst thinking of the gargantuan task ahead of him, but at the same time, the challenge it served was one he knew could occupy him through these peaceful times. Being a warrior, he was trained for conflict and strife, to say he did not miss the battlefield and all it entailed would be a lie. At least, the little prince will provide him enough distraction for a year or more if he does well . . .

"I said 'Leave'." Osiris' words severed the General's train of thought. The latter was glaring at him and had drawn himself to full height, which should have been imposing had he not been fifteen years old and rather small.

Gadius held back the smirk that threatened surface. "If you wish to intimidate me, you'll have to first become my equal, physically," he released his smirk, "and mentally." He tapped the side of his head with his forefinger finger. "In the meantime, I suggest you accept what is asked of you. The sooner you come to terms with it, the better it is for all those involved. You and I included."

Osiris' anger soared to a whole new level after that remark. Gone was the impudence and fiery temper, and in its place was an icy, biting coolness. It gave the older man a tantalising glimpse of how the teen could turn out to be if he learnt to control his temper. Osiris seemed like a different person altogether.

"Oh, never fear, General! I will do what my father, the king, asks of me but it doesn't lessen the fact that I despise you for putting me in this situation in the first place." Resentment hammered each word spoken—erasing any traces of amusement on the listener's face. Tilting his chin a little higher, Osiris continued, "If you want my cooperation then you will have to earn it, and if you expect my full compliance . . . well, you'll be sorely disappointed. As for being your equal, I vow to surpass you in strength and in mind. We'll see who will have the last laugh then."

The smirk returned to the General's face. The prince's bravado was entertaining to witness, his brimming confidence stimulating if not a little too cocksure. "Needless to say, I'll look forward to the day, my Prince," he said with a mock bow, his pale blue eyes never leaving Osiris' face. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I shall take my leave and continue with the preparations. Likewise, I sternly advise you to do the same." Spinning around, Gadius was about to walk away, but stopped. Looking over his shoulder he said, "I suggest you take the guzheng with you. I have a feeling you'll need it to relieve stress." Without another word, the General turned away and strode off.

The ice surrounding Osiris melted and he scowled at the retreating man's back before attaching a finger beneath one eye and pulling down the skin. He stuck out his tongue for good measures too. Had his nee-sama been present, he was sure she'd scold him for his immaturity as well.

Yami turned and gave Raphael an awry smile, too afraid to breathe until Ota-san had congratulated them on a job well done. Expelling the breath with a long sigh, his smile widened.

In return, Raphael gave a small nod of the head, his lips curling at the corners when he noticed Yami's visible relief. It was a feeling he knew all too well, but was able to conceal it better.

"Now I would like Kaiba-sensei, Rebecca-san, Noa-kun and Shizuka-san to join Raphael-sensei and Yami-kun please." A rustle of clothing was heard and was followed by quiet footfalls. Yami was joined with his other colleagues. Ignoring Kaiba, he gave the others a nervous smile.

"Right," Ota-san began. "I want you all to turn to scene xx." Everyone turned to the required page. "This is the scene where Osiris, accompanied by Gadius, says his goodbyes to Kisara, Obelisk, Duos and Mana. Needless to say, it will be an emotional scene especially between the siblings. I will run the clip twice for you to familiarise with it and then we'll give it shot. Ready?"

Heads nodded and the film clip began . . .

Gadius and Osiris stood in the palace's courtyard, dressed in their travelling attire; their belongings were already loaded onto the designated transport.

Osiris had dutifully bid his father and mother farewell. All that remained was saying goodbye to his sister and his friends. Kisara, Obelisk, Duos and Mana were present to see him off. According to Obelisk, Ra—jealous of the mentorship—had decided to make his displeasure known by purposefully not showing up. Osiris wasn't sure if he was happy or sad about the snub. Ra could be quite spiteful when angered.

"Promise you will work your hardest, Osiris," Kisara said airily, trying to sound cheerful and encouraging. Osiris knew it was all for appearance sake, that she was being brave for him. He was certain she was feeling as miserable as he was.

"I will do my best, Nee-sama," Osiris replied with forced joviality. "I will become smart and strong so I can protect you. I promise to make you proud."

Kisara looked fondly at her younger sibling and smiled. "I know you will, Osiris," she said, reaching out and clasping her brother's hands in hers. "And I am so proud of you. How else . . ." she leaned closer to Osiris to whisper conspiratorially, "would the General offer to mentor you. Isn't that right, Obelisk?"

Obelisk did not answer. He was too busy gawking at his hero, who was doing his damnedest to ignore the ogling teen. Kisara rolled her eyes and roughly elbowed Obelisk in the ribs, evoking an indignant yelp. It succeeded to pull the raven-head's dazed attention away from his idol. The others laughed at his expense.

"What?" Obelisk hissed, rubbing his ribs and glaring at Osiris.

Osiris chuckled at Obelisk's response. Recalling how he praised Kisara for her genteel qualities, it made sense for Obelisk to blame Osiris for the attack. After all, who would believe the princess could be so unladylike?

Kisara elbowed Obelisk again. "Pay attention, Obelisk and stop leering at the General!" Osiris guffawed at Obelisk's astonished expression. It was priceless!

"K-Kisara? T-that was you?" the wounded youth screeched.

"Aw, did I hurt you, Obelisk?" Kisara asked, tilting her pale head to one side and gazing innocently at him with her large cobalt eyes. Osiris, Duo and Mana erupted into laughter again and the General even managed a smirk.

"And here I thought Osiris was the violent one!" pouted Obelisk. Then, turning to the prince, he said, "Osiris, you hit like a girl!"

"And you fight like one!" Osiris retorted sarcastically. "Resorting to tickling to incapacitate your opponent. Let's hope you'll learn to fight like a man by the time I return."

Obelisk laughed. "Touché, my friend. I'll be sure to improve whilst you're away—"

"By attending all your classes and not skiving off?"

"Maybe . . . possibly . . . bah, who am I kidding! Not likely, but I'll think of poor ol' you working your butts of when I am skiving away and chilling out!"

Osiris released Kisara's hands with a snort and hugged Obelisk. Pulling the raven head down by the back of his neck, he rested his cheek on the other's cheek. "Remember your promise, Obelisk," he whispered in the latter's ears as he clung to him.

"You can count on me," Obelisk returned softly, patting the younger's back. "I promise."

Pulling apart, the prince turned to Duos and said, "Whilst I am away, work hard on your studies. I expect you to be in top form if you wish to be my aide, do you understand?"

The blue-haired boy with the purple eyes nodded solemnly at the youth he'd pledged his life to and answered, "I promise, my Prince. I wish you all the best with your training. I am confident you will succeed in all that is asked of you."

Osiris smiled and slapped a hand on Duos' shoulder and squeezed it affectionately. It was hard to believe they were both of the same age. Osiris felt a lot older than his friend. After letting go, he subsequently he turned to Mana.

Like Duos, Mana was also the same age as him. Although he was not as close to his sister's maid like he was with Duos, he found her cheerfulness refreshing and captivating. Kisara doted on Mana and, in return, Mana was fiercely loyal and protective of her mistress. Obelisk found that trait rather amusing and would tease the girl beyond vexation. It became one of Obelisk's favourite pastimes. Of course, he got back as good as he gave. Mana was not a pushover.

"Mana."

"Yes, Prince Osiris?"

"Do what you do best and keep Obelisk in check."

"Hey, I am here, you know!" the aforementioned youth protested.

Mana snickered. "I will, Prince Osiris. Please take care of yourself."

As it got closer to the time of departure, the mood became more sombre.

"It is time, Osiris," the General pressed. "I'll wait for you in the vehicle while you finish off your goodbyes. Don't make it too long though. The longer you dwell on it, the more painful it is to leave." Bowing to the girls and nodding to the boys' salutes, he turned on his heels and walked away.

Osiris was grateful for the General's consideration. The privacy was much needed. Turning to the well-loved faces, he gave them a shaky smile. "Well, I guess this is it," he sighed, the words quivering as it left his lips. "Take care . . . all of you."

Kisara gathered her brother in her arms and hugged him tightly. Osiris closed his eyes and surrendered to the warmth and love that surrounded him. He hugged back. "I-I'll miss you the most, Nee-sama," he said thickly, swallowing the sob that rose in his throat. "Promise you'll take care of yourself and write to me often. I want to hear everything you've been doing no matter how trivial or silly it may seem. Promise you'll do that, right?"

"I promise, Osiris," Kisara replied firmly, resting her chin on top of the white head. "I'll even send you gifts of sweets and snacks whenever I get the chance so you'll not miss out on your little comforts. If there's anything you need or want, let me know and I'll ensure it will be included in the next dispatch to you." The head beneath her face nodded once.

The siblings parted once more, but did not release their hold on each other. Drawing Osiris towards herself once more, Kisara kissed her brother's smooth temple. "I'll miss you, my sweet Osiris, but be brave for me. I am certain it will be worth it in the end and one year will pass quickly if you don't think about the days too much. Learn to embrace and enjoy the experience, you'll not regret it in the future." She pressed another kiss on his head and released him.

Taking a step back, she looked lovingly at her brother and nudged him in the direction of the waiting vehicle. The last thing she saw as Osiris turned away was the look of wretchedness on his youthful face . . . nor was she oblivious to the tears that fell freely from those vivid eyes. The sunlight catching each teardrop and making them sparkle like tiny diamonds.

It wasn't until the vehicle had disappeared from sight, did she allow her own grief to show. With her face buried in Obelisk's chest and her fists curled atop of it, Kisara cried her heart out.

Forty-five minutes later and after several takes, the cast got it perfect. The girls were all smiles and hugging each other with delight.

Closing his eyes, Yami felt relief wash over him. The scene required him to convey angst towards the end—which wasn't that difficult. The more they replayed the scene, the more wretched he felt. Hearing Kaiba's voice and feeling him close was almost too much to bear. It made him miserable. The tremble in Osiris' voice was not an act. It was, in fact, pulled from the depths of his being and dragged out by the force of his despair. He dare not look Kaiba in the eye for fear the other could see it—could see through his indifference and embittered grief, and apprehend the reason for it. His anger had long dissipated leaving him tired and transparent.

Giving himself a mental shake, he tried to somewhat lift the mood with some positive thoughts.

I am not angry. I am not bitter. And I am sure as hell not JEALOUS . . .

Or that's what he told himself. Denial sucked balls and so did his attempts to cheer himself up! He would need to take lessons from Yuugi or Anzu if he were ever to survive around with Kaiba.

Working up enough courage, he glanced up at the man who was the bane of his existing troubles—to see Kaiba watching him. He quickly dropped his gaze back down to his script whilst silently berating himself for being a coward. Even when the director asked all the actors, except Yami and Raphael, to return to their seats, Yami could not look up. He felt rather than saw Kaiba leave. Now chewing irritably on his lower lip, he awaited further instructions from Ota-san. He didn't have to wait long.

"I will like you to turn to scene xx," Ota-san looked up at Raphael and Yami and grinned. "Let me introduce you both to one of my favourite Gadius and Osiris scenes."

Yami scanned the lines and blanched. Osiris reminded him of the time he yelled at Kaiba during the audition. It wouldn't surprise him if he got the role because of it! Now, that was something he hoped the director was going to mention. If there was anything to gain from this scene, he could pretend he was yelling at Kaiba instead. The thought cheered him up considerably.

"I think a lot of you may agree that Gadius goading Osiris is extremely fun to listen to. The comparison between the coolness and hot temper, calm and rage provides a distinctive contrast to the characters and it's all revealed in the voice," Ota-san ceded a big grin and stared at the two actors. "Just as Gadius pushes Osiris to the limit, I would like to see Raphael-sensei do the same to Yami-kun. Can you two make this fussy man happy?"

Yami stared cynically at the director. Ota-san might as well ask for the moon as far as he's concerned! Raphael, on the other hand, had no qualms about voicing what Yami could not. "Is it even possible to make you happy, Ota-san?" he grumbled.

Ota-san chuckled and nodded his head. "Complete this scene and I'll reward everyone with a break for lunch. How does that sound?"

Someone whooped with joy to the mention of "lunch". It was followed by a soft wave of laughter.

Raphael sighed dramatically. The sound surprised Yami, since he didn't peg the man to be one for theatrics. That was Amelda's speciality.

"Sounds like a lot of pressure for us, isn't that right Mutou-san?" Raphael turned to Yami with a faint look of amusement on his face. "Do you think you can take on this responsibility, especially with so many famished stomachs riding on the outcome of this scene?"

Grinning impishly, Yami shook his head and said, "I think there are going to be lots of disappointed and hungry people, Raphael-sensei." A loud frustrated groan could be heard from behind him and subsequent snickers chorusing it.

Jounouchi was hungry.

Yami turned his head and looked at the blond with a raised brow. Jounouchi responded by sticking both his thumbs up and mouthing, "You can do it, buddy!"

"It seems Katsuya-kun has immense faith in us . . . or his stomach is doing all the talking," Raphael said dryly. "Either way, I think we had better do our best to avoid disappointment. We wouldn't want our scene to be ruined with the sound of growling bellies. If past experience is anything to go by, Katsuya-kun's stomach is capable of protesting very loudly!"

"I hear you, sensei!" That was Honda, Yami noted. "And it can rumble to an impressive ten on the Richter scale! A note of warning, you'd better brace yourself if you drag out the scene. It won't be pretty, I assure you."

"Traitor!" Jounouchi grumbled, smacking his friend upside the head. The others laughed at the pair's antics.

After the joviality had died down, Raphael and Yami nodded once to each other and turned to face the front once more. Yami's eyes glanced over the face of the director before resting on the large screen. Ota-san had a look of an excited child; his eagerness was heart-warming and terrifying at the same time. Yami could only hope they would complete the scene quickly, partly because he didn't want to disappoint and partly because a break sounded very tempting indeed.

When colours and movement burst onto the screen before him, he temporarily lost himself. Kaiba, the kiss and his hurt were momentarily forgotten—swept to the back of his mind like sweeping dirt under the rug. Such measures offered a temporary respite, but that was what it was . . . temporary, a momentary escape from reality. When the image of a fuming Osiris appeared on the screen, Yami gave in to it. All that mattered now was getting the job done. The rest could wait . . .

A dishevelled Osiris pouted. He gave the full, royal pout and glared at the man standing opposite him. Unfortunately, his efforts to intimidate had no effects whatsoever on the stoic man and his glare simply bounced off him.

How he hated that man! He pouted more, but the sullenness had as much success as . . . well . . . his glare.

"You can sit and sulk all day, but it will not change the fact that you are leagues away from civilisation and you are stuck here whether you like it or not. Despite there is little point in running away; it still doesn't stop you, does it? This is . . . what . . . your fifth attempt thus far? I am beginning to wonder if you are as clever as people say you are!" General Gadius crossed his arms over his chest and glared at his charge, his powerful and muscular frame leaning against the doorway and blocking the latter's only means of escape.

Osiris' jutted his lips out further, his scowl deepening. Garnet hues darkening to a rich burgundy as he stared defiantly at his mentor, his posture rigid as he stood with his fist balled tightly together. Books and maps were scatter messily on a large table between them; it was disregarded in favour of their confrontation.

"You hid my treats! The ones mother, Kisara and Obelisk sent me! I demand you return to me now!"

"And what would you do if I don't?" Gadius said with a smirk. "Sulk more?"

Osiris growled low in his throat and stamped his foot on the floor. "You have no right to take what belongs to me! It was sent to me, for me and me only! It's MINE! Is it not enough that you dump me in the middle of nowhere with practically nothing, but the bare essentials! And now you have the audacity to withhold the few things I find comfort from! You are despicable and I HATE YOU!"

Gadius stared at the fuming youth who was pointing an accusatory finger at him. At first, he found the other's mood swings amusing, but after enduring three months of it, five attempts to escape, endless tantrums, a stubbornness that rivalled a mule and a temper that made a storm look tame—his patience was spreading a little on the thin side. Of course, the boy was everything he was famed to be. He was extremely intelligent, dedicated and determined, and his ability to learn was astounding. He absorbed everything he was taught and was a fast thinker. He was able to adapt and amend strategies to suit his needs and displayed a memory that stored a wealth of information. He was a prodigy . . . a genius . . . and a real pain in the neck!

"You will get them when I think you are deserving of them," Gadius provided coolly.

"And I am not deserving now?" Osiris fired back in a heartbeat.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because you need to earn them."

Garnet eyes narrowed dangerously. Gadius recognised the signs of an impending rant. "What do you mean I need to 'earn them'? I spend all my time studying and if I don't have my head in the books, I am training my butts off! How dare you tell me to 'earn them'!"

"There's always room for improvement."

"Improvement?" the boy parroted, looking flabbergasted at the General's comment. "Y-you slave driver!"

"It's my job."

"It's your job to ensure the safety of the realm, not babysitting!"

"So, you're admitting you're a baby then."

"T-that's not what I meant!" Osiris spluttered.

"Then stop acting like one."

"Then stop pushing me so hard! You're no General; you're nothing but a mean bully . . . a sadistic demon! If I died from exhaustion, whom will you have to boss around, huh? Tell me!"

"I highly doubt it would get to that extent. Stop exaggerating, Osiris and we'll resume your studies."

"No!"

"Then no supper for you."

"You can't do that!"

"I can and I will," Gadius countered glibly. The arrogant tone dared his charge to challenge him.

Needless to say, the stubborn Osiris did just that.

"Seriously, don't you have more important General-ish duties to attend to? Command an army? Discuss security matters with the Council? Advise my father on affairs of the State? Anything other than driving me insane?"

"Your studies and your training do concern the State."

Osiris gave him an arched look; the slight tilt of his chin and the narrowing of his eyes silently prompted the older male to continue.

"Princess Kisara, the Bearer of the Gift, is now of age. This is the time where suitors, far and wide, will come to Metahtes to seek her hand in marriage. Only one will be successful in winning the Princess' hand, the rest will leave in bitter disappointment. From the rejections, some may harbour ill will and malevolence, which can cause trouble for the Princess and Metahtes. It will be up to us to ensure the Princess' safety and, by extension, the safety of the kingdom. It is imperative that you are ready for your role in the grand scheme of things as future Protector and Overseer of the Council when the time comes."

Gadius paused to allow Osiris to comment if he so wished. When he didn't, Gadius continued.

"If you wish to protect those you hold dear, you'd have to be strong—to be strong you have to train hard. Not all battles are fought on the battlefields, Osiris, most are simply battle of wits and if failing that will be met in armed conflict. Diplomacy is our first and foremost method of communications and that is why I am pushing you so hard. Contrary to popular belief, I am not a sadist—"

An interjecting snort earned Osiris a glare from the General.

"As I was saying, I do not push you for my own sadistic pleasure, I do it because you have the potential to be wise and strong—strong enough to protect the princess and wise enough to prevent Metahtes from plunging into war. Should anything happen to either His Majesty or myself, we'd be relieved to know the princess and Metahtes are in good hands. So, do you understand the reason for me being harsh on you?"

Osiris cast a gloomy look at his mentor and nodded slowly. "It still doesn't give you the right to confiscate my treats," he insisted obstinately.

Gadius laughed and shook his head in disbelief. "I am beginning to think the only way to earn your compliance is by bribing you with sweets," he said, reaching into the pocket of his robe and pulling out a small wrapped bar. The sight made Osiris eyes light up with excitement. "If you finish the task I set you then this will be your reward." He waved the packet in front of his student, amused how those garnet eyes followed it.

Osiris shook himself from his stupor and turned his head to the side with his chin protruding at a stubborn angle. "Hmmph," he huffed as he stared at the wall to the left of him. "I need more incentive than just hollow words. I need fuel for my brain."

Silently admitting defeat, Gadius smirked and snapped the bar of candied fruit in half, sliding one part of it across the table towards Osiris. The other part he returned to his pocket.

The latter eyed the candy cautiously. Then, with amazing speed, he snatched it off the table and tore into it. The sweet taste of the crystallised fruit exploded across Osiris' tongue, making him groan with appreciation. After the first bite had sated his craving, Osiris sat himself on a chair by the table and took his time with the rest, savouring it with tiny nips and slow nibbles to prolong the taste and avoid his studies for a little longer.

Gadius watched his charge with veiled amusement. The candy was the exclusive to certain part of the kingdom and it wasn't easy to come by. The plant that bore the fruit to make the candy only yielded fruit once every two years; it was no wonder Osiris fought tooth and nail for it. Had he known the boy was so partial to it, he would have used it as bribery—after all, in Osiris' case, a little incentive went a long way.

With his eyes on Osiris, the direction of Gadius' muse shifted as he studied the prince. For all his strengths, the teen exhibited an underlining fragility that gave him an air of vulnerability. Perhaps, it was his slight built and effeminate features that enhanced that delicateness. Gadius knew the boy was ignorant of the beauty he possessed—a beauty that was similar to his famed sister's. Present on the opposite sex, it gave the male an androgynous effect. Gadius did not doubt, that in time, it would become appealing—even desirable to many, regardless of gender. He was the offspring of two very beautiful individuals.

Beauty was no stranger to Metahtes; the kingdom was famous for it's handsome men and beautiful women. The two boys who claim to be the princess' protectors were striking in their own right. Undoubtedly, there are going to be endless broken hearts in the future. The General hoped it would not cause unnecessary hostility in the process.

A disgruntled sigh pulled Gadius out of his thoughts. Pale blue eyes watched the teen polish the wrapper clean with his tongue until all traces of the confectionery had gone. He cleared his throat to draw Osiris' attention back to him. The extent of the boy's deprivation stabbed his conscience guiltily.

"Now you have finished, we will continue with your studies."

Osiris groaned a response, but obediently complied. Placing the wrapper on the table, he straightening up and pulled one of the books towards him, opening it to the bookmarked page. Garnet eyes began to scan the page; one hand played with the corner of the book whilst the other rested flat on the table. Gadius made his way to the table and drew out a chair opposite his student. Sitting gracefully down, he slid a large wooden box towards himself and undid the catch on it. Opening the box, he carefully emptied its contents on the table and began setting up the pieces. Osiris looked up briefly from his book then dropped his eyes down again. A moment of silence passed before the teen spoke.

"General?"

There was a pause of movements where the General looked at the speaker. "Yes, Osiris?"

"If I defeat you in today's game of chess, you will return the treats to me?"

Amidst his surprise, Gadius' fine brows rose slightly whilst his ice blues stared calculatingly at Osiris. Silence ensued for a few seconds and then the expression dissolved into a look of superiority. One filled with supreme smugness.

"And if I win?"

"I promise never to run away again."

Gadius smirked and replied, "As you wish, Osiris, and may the best man win."

Suffice to say, the result of that particular wager ensured Osiris never fled again.

Looking hopeful, Yami prayed with all his might that their efforts would be good enough to make the "picky man happy". Miraculously, it had only been their fourth attempt and Raphael was surprised as Yami that they had completed it. Yami had to admit that part of the reason things went so smoothly was because of Raphael. Like Kaiba and Marik, the actor knew how to carry a scene. Gadius' dialogue complemented Osiris' perfectly. The sardonic General and the seething student countered each other in ways the director should not be able to fault. Not when real feelings were poured into that scene.

Despite his resolve, Yami's emotions got the better of him and the anger he felt from witnessing the kiss had leaked to the forefront. The hysteria Osiris exhibited when he insisted the treats were his, held traces of Yami's own possessiveness. Indeed, the person he was confronting wasn't Gadius when he spilled those words. And the subject of his rant wasn't about treats either.

Looking down, Yami chewed the inside of his lower lips nervously; a hint of red creeping up his face and tinting the cheeks liberally.

Kaiba.

Kaiba was the reason Yami was able to get so worked up about. The tension, the anger—the need to claim—stemmed from the pull that man had over him. It stoked that unnamed emotion, which festered beneath his façade. He was sure Kaiba could feel that turmoil eating away at him and he was sure Kaiba knew of his agitation. The seasoned actor was trained to hear the emotions behind the words. He was experienced enough to detect concealed feelings just by listening to the timbre in a voice. Yami was sure the other understood the underlying meaning behind each "me" he uttered and if that didn't announce his desire to monopolise, the ensuing "It's MINE!" should have done the trick! Just what is it about Kaiba that he can't quite let go?

The thought made him bristle and his lips involuntarily project out in a sulky pout that would have made Osiris proud!

"Congratulations! You've all earned yourselves an hour and half lunch break. I will see you back here at two o' clock. Don't be late!"

Someone made a celebratory noise and it triggered a rush of movements. People got up and began gathering their things. Yami walked back to his chair and leaned down to retrieve his bag, water and the empty can off the floor. He was startled when a hand slammed heavily into his left shoulder. Instinctively, Yami spun around to reprimand the culprit, but the words halted on his lips.

Jounouchi was grinning at him, his tall frame leaning comically to one side with an arm angled on Honda's shoulder.

"Hey Yami," Jounouchi cooed enthusiastically. "To show my appreciation for making lunch happen super-fast, I'm gonna treat you to an all-you-can-eat buffet! Come on, get your gear together and let's move. The girls have gone on ahead to reserve the table and I'm famished." He slid his arm off Honda and wrapped it around Yami's neck.

"You're always 'famished'!" Honda protested with a roll of his eyes. "You know, you'll get us banned from the restaurant with the way you eat. I'm sure I can hear the staff groan when you walk through that door. You make them work twice as hard because your appetite equals to two persons!"

Jounouchi looked offended with Honda's remark. "Hey, I can't help having a good appetite. I enjoy my food! They should appreciate my custom 'cos I bring business!"

"The only thing that you'll bring is bankruptcy, moron! Your gluttonous ways is going to put them out of business! Then where will you go for lunch, huh?"

Jounouchi pulled a face at his friend and tightened his hold around Yami's neck. "Well, they should be happy we are bringing Yami today." Turning to Yami, he said, "They should be happy to see you, I mean, look at you! I bet you don't eat much since you're so skinny." He prodded Yami in the ribs with his free hand to prove his point.

Yami yelped at Jounouchi's abuse and batted the finger away. The latter chuckled and continued, "From their perspective, you should be cheap and economic to maintain, which is great because it means more food for me! Come on, let's go already!" Impatient with hunger, Jounouchi grabbed Yami by the arm and began dragging him towards the door.

Yami, clutching tightly to the things that he had not successfully stuff into his bag, complained loudly. It was the second time that day he'd been towed from the room.

"Hey, Jou!" Yami's attempt to nab Jounouchi's attention failed. It wasn't much of a surprise as Honda had little luck stopping the hungry man from 'Operation: Get Yami to the Restaurant ASAP!' as well. All Yami could do was dig in his heels and pull in the opposite direction. It seemed to work.

"Huh?" A bemused Jounouchi turned to look at the person who was hindering his progress. There was something in the crimson glare that made him stop dead in his track and ask, "What's up, buddy?"

Yami sighed and set his things down on the nearest chair. "Would it be possible to do this another time, Jou?" He looked remorsefully at his friend. "I am feeling a little tired and wouldn't mind chilling out instead of eating."

Jounouchi's enthusiasm diminished a little, but with a nudge from Honda, instantly brightened up again. "Sure, Yami," he said cheerfully. "I am sorry for not realising that sooner despite how tired you look. Want us to get you something on the way back?"

Yami smiled and shook his head. "No, I'm good," he replied. "Just enjoy yourselves, okay?"

Jounouchi grinned and ruffled Yami's tri-coloured spikes before departing with a cheery "See ya". Honda gave him a friendly punch on the shoulder and followed his friend.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Yami scanned the room. Everyone he knew had left, the actors remaining were the ones he did not know. Determined not to loiter more than needed, he packed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. On his way out, he deliberated on where he was going to spend his lunch hour. He did not want to go back the lounge in fear of being found or triggering unpleasant memories. No, he needed to get away . . . maybe, to the park he visited before.

With that destination in mind, he swiftly exited the room and strolled purposely down the corridor. His light, sneakered feet were silent on the wooden floor. He was about to navigate around a corner when voices drifted into his vicinity.

Recognising the voices, he stopped . . . and listened.

"You should have known better than bring him here, Raphael," a peevish Kaiba grounded out. "Your oversight had some very distasteful consequences."

"I did not bring him here, Kaiba," Raphael reasoned. "You try stopping Amelda doing things he does not want to. Besides, he promised to behave—"

Kaiba snorted scornfully and there was a pause.

Kaiba's probably giving his companion a contemptuous glare about now, thought Yami. He flattened himself against the wall; trying to look as inconspicuous as possible and forgetting others could not see him.

"I gather he misbehaved?"

"You thought right, though 'misbehaved' is a gross understatement," Kaiba hissed. "Have you any idea what that bastard cost me? I think 'fucked up' is a more appropriate way to describe what he did!"

Yami sucked in his breath and held it. Was Kaiba referring to the incident outside the lounge? Was he angry with that?

Raphael sighed defeatedly. There was a rustle of clothing, to which Yami assumed was the man crossing his arms . . . or massaging his temple. "What did the idiot do this time?"

The reply took its time coming. It almost convinced the listeners that there wasn't going to be a reply since it was clear Kaiba did not wish to discuss the matter. When he spoke up, bitterness laced every word he spat, "Let's just say his advances were most unwelcoming. I will get a restraining order against him should he pull that shit again. I will not tolerate such blatant disregard to my personal space or my fucking aversion of him! I told him he was no longer welcome to the Broken Bonds recordings so you had better ensure he heeds it."

Raphael mumbled something under his breath, which, to Yami, sounded awfully like a colourful curse. Suddenly, a tune sang through the air and Yami immediately looked down at the pocket that contained his phone.

A sound of movement was heard and a "What?" followed it. Kaiba sounded annoyed and angry.

Yami closed his eyes and tried to still his hammering heart, his body sagged with relief. In his panic state, he forgot he'd shut off his phone so when the phone rang he assumed it was his, even though the ringtones were different. Scared out of his mind, he couldn't think straight; he thought he was going to be in deep shit for eavesdropping.

"No, 'Yami-chan' is not here! And no, I do not know where he is! Why the fuck do you think he's with me anyway?"

Yami's eyes grew large upon hearing the conversation. Was that Marik? Was he looking for him through Kaiba? For a moment, he found that insanely funny and wanted to laugh aloud. Only his fear of being discovered and Kaiba's rage kept him quiet.

"I am not your fucking messenger boy, Marik! Instead of calling me and spewing crap, why don't you give your voice a break so it'll be fit for work tomorrow? Ota-san was pissed with you for messing up his schedule especially as Raphael's here . . . yes, he's Gadius . . . no, call him yourself!" A small beep indicated the call was terminated.

There was a short silence and then another tune sounded.

"Yes?" Raphael sounded a little wary when he answered his phone.

Yami covered his mouth to stop the snicker from escaping. Marik must have been really bored to pester Raphael. Yami strained his ears to hear what was said, but Raphael's voice was fast fading along with the sound of retreating footsteps. Yami removed his hands from his face and exhaled. Not daring to round the corner just yet, he waited for a few minutes to pass. Meanwhile, his thoughts meandered around the conversation he overheard.

Could it be Kaiba was not a willing participant for that kiss? From what he gathered from Kaiba's disgust, Amelda had supposedly forced himself on Kaiba. If he recalled the moment correctly, the position they were in didn't seem to indicate it was anything but consensual. Kaiba had seized Amelda's arms whilst the latter was gripping the back of Kaiba's neck. Truth be told, it wasn't the most intimate or passionate kiss he'd come across and being able to calmly analyse it detail, Kaiba did look a little tense . . . and uncomfortable . . . like he wasn't enjoying it.

Uh-Oh!

Closing his eyes, Yami turned to face the wall and pressed his forehead on it. The hard surface felt cool against his flushed skin. If he were to compare that kiss to one he and Kaiba shared that night, the former was certainly lacking . . . like Kaiba's lack of enthusiasm, for example . . . and tongue. It was a far cry from what Yami remembered.

Even now, he could recall Kaiba's tongue invading his mouth—how it eagerly lapped his own tongue—touching him, teasing him . . . tasting him! Just thinking about it caused a wave of heat to surge through his body. It enveloped him with a warm tingling sensation that spread from his face to the very tips of his toes.

It made him miserable.

Amelda wasn't the only one who "fucked up"! He totally misread the situation, acted rashly and got careless with his emotions. He felt completely, utterly and tremendously stupid.

Shoving himself off from the wall, he slowly rounded the corner and continued his way out. Acknowledging the security man at the front desk, he walked to the doors and pushed them open. Stepping outside, he was assaulted with the noise of traffic and the brightness of day. Hefting his bag, he headed toward the direction of the park.

After a brisk five-minute walk, Yami was sitting under a tree with his phone in one hand and a sandwich in the other. The phone was pinging constantly from the amount of messages it was receiving. He had nine missed calls and nine voice mails.

All from Marik.

Yami decided to ignore them for the time being in favour of reading some of his messages. He didn't want to spend his entire lunch break listening to the hentai's flirting. Picking out a message from Mai-san, he opened it. There was a memo, which read:

Hey Yami,

Here's the schedule for the month so far. Please make sure you memorise the dates and events. Attendance is compulsory and DO NOT BE LATE ANY OF THEM! Failure to comply will result in the worse possible torture you can think of . . . multiple by 1000! Be warned!

Oh, don't forget, if there are amendments you need to make or wish to add other engagements or commitments, run it through me first. Anything to do with your work must be approved by the agency. Remember, you mustn't make promises without my prior knowledge, okay?

Anyway, I'll catch up with you another time. There are a few things we need to discuss. Take care for now.

Mai-san.

Opening the attachment, Yami saw it a plan of his schedule. It contained a few dates that were filled with events and engagements. One of them piqued his interest.

"Hmmm . . . An interview with Otaku Monthly," he muttered to himself, his sandwich temporary forgotten.

Otaku Monthly was a popular magazine that covered anything and everything that's hip and trendy. It made sense for Broken Bonds to be promoted in it though the prospect of being interviewed scared Yami a little. Nobody was ever interested enough to want to interview him before. He flagged the message and selected one from Ishtar Ishizu.

Dear Yami-kun,

I am delighted to inform you that the attention you've generated has sparked no small amount of interest concerning the outfit you were wearing at the press conference. In the light of the success, we, at Millennium, would like you to promote more of our products. You will be paid for your services accordingly.

We will forward the proposal to your agency and they will, in turn, discuss the matter with you. We look forward to you joining our team.

Warm regards,

Ishtar Ishizu.

Yami was delighted with the news. Could this be what Mai-san wanted to discuss with him? If it were to happen, the extra income was more than welcome. Yuugi could do with a little extra in his allowance; it could also dissuade him from thinking about working part-time. Yami was against the idea because so he wanted Yuugi to concentrate on his studies. The kid would have plenty of time to work when he graduated.

Finishing off the last of his food, he washed it down with a few gulps of water and decided to tackle a few of Marik's text messages. He began with the earliest:

-'Hello?'

The next message read:

-'You've shut off your phone, haven't you?'

And the next:

-'Fine!'

Ten minutes later, another message:

-'Guess what I'm listening to now?'

Yami face-palmed himself. Surely, the pervert wasn't listening to . . . He sighed, he wasn't sure if he wanted to know the answer, it scared to him think the next message could be: 'Guess what I'm doing now?' Now, that would have sent off the deep end! Tempted as he was to put away his phone, the next message piqued his curiosity.

It was a picture message.

Trying to keep an open mind about the content, since Marik was the sender, Yami opened it. His eyes nearly popped out of its sockets when he saw what it revealed.

It was a picture of him dressed in a nurse's outfit that comprised of a white off-the-shoulder top with a vertical red stripe running down the centre and onto the white shorts that was also edged with red borders. Small white, feathery wings adorned the 'chest' part of the top and large pink ones fanned out from the back. Matching red and white boots and gloves completed the outfit.

If that wasn't enough for Yami to bust a vein, the pose certainly did wonders! He was straddling a huge syringe, his body lying across the length of the tube with his ass tantalisingly raised. The lascivious position hinted something suggestive when complemented with the caption at the bottom of the image. In bold letters, it read:

"I PROMISE TO MAKE YOU ALL BETTER! "

Yami scowled at the picture. He would have admired the hentai's handiwork if it weren't at his expense. Using a headshot of him from the press conference, Marik's photoshop skills were impressive. The image was flawless and believable. If Mai-san got hold of it, she would have blackmailing material to last her a very long time!

He dreaded to see what the next message entailed. Opening it, his eyes, once again widened and his brows climbed up his temple and disappeared into his hairline.

It was picture of him as a semi-naked Neko—with ears and tail! The kitty humanoid was sitting with legs folded to one side and hands clutching the edge of a large shirt that looked three sizes too big. It was half unbuttoned to expose his bare chest! The rest of the garment pooled around his bare legs and thighs, covering enough of the creamy flesh, but leaving enough exposed to entice the audience. The caption?

"I'LL PURR IF YOU STROKE ME IN THE RIGHT PLACES~!"

What the fuck? Yami was horrified!

It seems Marik was really, REALLY bored! And a bored Marik meant a super perverted Marik!

Yami sighed and put away his phone. He'll read or glower at the rest of the messages on the way home. For now, he desired nothing more than to sleep. Straightening out and patting his bag like he would a pillow, he laid his head down on it and soon drifted off into another world—a world with gropey patients, who demanded tender loving care, and blue-eyed doctors with terrible bedside manners. Yami grinned in his sleep.

O-o-O-o-O

The trill of his phone woke the sleeping man from his slumbers. Opening his eyes, Yami remained stock still as his befuddled brain emerged from the clutches of sleep.

The trill increased in volume.

Phone!

Sitting up, he sluggishly searched his pocket for his phone; the device shook violently in its fabric confinement. Without looking to see whom the caller was, he pressed the 'receive' button and pressed the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" His voice was thick with sleep.

"Where the hell are you?" Kaiba's strained voice crackled over the connection. The man sounded miffed.

"Um . . ." Yami attempted to disperse the disorientation with a shake of his head and ground a knuckle into his eyes to rub away the remnants of sleep. It was then realisation struck him.

SHIT!

"I-I'm in the park opposite the studio. I fell asleep."

The sound of air being blown down the phone had suggested a deep sigh from Kaiba. "You better get your ass over here as fast as possible. Ota-san is practically shitting bricks over your absence. I'll let him know you're on your way." The connection went dead after that.

Switching off the phone and pocketing it, Yami quickly got up and grabbed his bag. Then, he hightailed it to the studio as fast as it was humanly possible. He was in so much trouble!

O-o-O-o-O

Back at the studio, things were very hectic for Yami. Once Ota-san got over his brick-shitting fit, the rest of the day passed without very many hitches. Kaiba chose to ignore Yami and Yami was too busy with consecutive Gadius and Osiris scenes to mind it. The only time the Ice Prince showed any emotions was after a very difficult scene where Osiris went hunting with Gadius and got into a wrestling match with his rather large and stubborn prey. Yami had to grunt, pant and scream through the whole clip—not that he was a stranger to those sorts of noises—he just needed to remember to make it sound painful rather than pleasurable.

That scene did a number on his throat. It didn't help that he had to yell obscenities at the General between the din. By the time he had perfected to scene, his voice was hoarse and scratchy. After some fussing over Yami's deteriorating vocals, Ota-san gave him a lengthy respite. Yami thought he saw Kaiba flash a worried look his way when he wrapped the scarf tighter around his throat. Yami found the pressure and warmth the soft fabric provided comforting.

At the end of the day, Yami was completely worn out. When Ota-san released them, it was already well into the evening. Kaiba was right about the unpredictable hours. If Yami were on duty at the store that night, he would have been very late. Maybe quitting the night job was the most sensible choice.

Croaking his goodbyes to the cast who were leaving, Yami packed his bag with excruciating slowness. It was an excuse to dawdle. He needed to speak with Kaiba. The said man, sensing the other's deliberate attempt to linger, gave his car keys to cousin and told him to wait for him in the car.

Yami pretended to look occupied whilst waiting for Kaiba to finish off his conversation with Ota-san. He paused for a moment when he felt Raphael approach.

"How is your throat feeling?"

Yami looked up and smiled. "It's fine as long as I don't put stress on it," he rasped. "At least, it was for a good cause, right?"

Raphael nodded his head and chortled lightly, "Yes, you've certainly managed to pull it off, but at a price."

Yami tried to play down the concern with a shrug of his shoulders. He wasn't used to people fretting over him like this, it was nice, but also disconcerting. The ever-present feeling of insecurity contributed to that anxiety. He couldn't afford to be replaced because people worried he couldn't handle a little screaming and yelling. He had to allay their fears. "I will be fine tomorrow. I'll drink plenty of warm water with honey tonight."

The larger actor ducked his head in approval. "Yes, and some warm broth would help as well."

"And lay off the chillies and spicy stuff!" Ota-san interjected sternly, "or you'll irritate it further."

Yami acknowledged the director's advice with a brusque nod. Ota-san laughed and patted Yami on the shoulder. "You did exceptionally well today, Yami-kun. Now go home and get some rest. Raphael-sensei will be returning tomorrow to finish the scenes that we had to omit due to Marik's absence. Nearly all of them involve Osiris so you'd better rest that voice. Understood?"

"Yes, Ota-san," Yami replied.

It earned Yami a soft huff of approval from the formidable director and a jaunty farewell wave to the remaining occupants. Raphael, after saying his goodbyes, followed him. The room fell into an awkward silence after the large actor left. Yami looked rather uncomfortable despite it was through his endeavours that landed them in that situation. His body as like a ball of nervous energy and his eyes darted about the room—flitting everywhere and anywhere, but not on Kaiba. It was only the two of them left in the room.

"Would you like a lift home?" Kaiba's question shattered the silence and forced Yami to look at the speaker.

"T-thank you, but that won't be necessary," he stuttered. "It's still early so I'll have no problem getting back." Dropping his eyes, he grabbed the scarf and began unwinding it from his neck. Folding it neatly, he held it out to Kaiba. "I wanted to return this to—"

"Keep it." The interruption sounded like an order. Yami's head shot up to meet Kaiba's glower.

"No, I shouldn't," insisted Yami, "I can wash it first if you mind the—"

"I mind the fact that you insist on returning what I told you to keep." The glare narrowed to blue slits. "Does it bother you?"

Yami's face creased into a perplexed frown. "You lent it to me therefore it needs to be returned, so it does bother—"

"I wasn't referring to the scarf, besides it wasn't the only thing I gave you."

The furrows on his temple deepened. Yami rattled his brain to recall what else Kaiba had given him.

"A handkerchief."

Oh, yes! Yami mentally slapped himself. How could he forget? "Ah, I remember now. I'll return it to you tomorrow, it's washed already."

"Keep it," Kaiba said, his slanted eyes still fixed on Yami as he took a step forward to close the gap between the two. "So, tell me. Does it bother you?"

Taken aback by the question and the sultry note in Kaiba's voice, Yami retreated a step back. "I-I don't know what you mean," he retorted uneasily.

Kaiba smirked and took another step forward. "What you witnessed outside the lounge this morning . . . does it bother you?"

"No."

"Then you lie. Your voice betrays your feelings; you cannot hide the fact that the incident unsettled you. Deny all you want, Mutou, but I know you minded what happened between me and Amelda very much."

Yami stiffened to the accusation. It was preposterous the man could make such assumptions irrespective of whether it was the truth or not. Yami wasn't about to admit to it—not so he could stoke the other's bloated ego more. "You are wrong! I don't care what happens between you and Amelda! You can kiss who ever you want. It has nothing to do with me!" he replied, pleased his voice came out steady and stutter-free. On the inside, however, he was quaking with apprehension and terror. Kaiba could be quite intimidating, especially when he's so close . . .

"Really?" Kaiba sneered. His advances pushing the smaller man backwards.

Each retreating step Yami took, Kaiba countered it with a step forward and soon there was nowhere for Yami to go. When his back met the wall, it dragged a small jagged whimper from his lips. Dumbfounded and flustered, Yami stared at Kaiba through enormous eyes, his breath coming out in ragged pants because his heart was beating so frantically. "Kaiba," he remonstrated weakly.

"Shall I tell you something, Mutou?"

The question was obviously rhetorical, so Yami stared mutely at Kaiba.

"There is a difference when a kiss is stolen," Kaiba grabbed Yami by the back of the neck like Amelda had done and crashed his lips onto Yami's. The shock rendered his captive still and Kaiba saw Yami's eyes grow impossibly wide. The kiss lasted only for a few seconds and Yami was too shocked to respond.

Pulling away from the lip lock, Kaiba released his hold, his face inches away from Yami's face; his lips hovered hungrily close to Yami's lips. Alluringly close, but not quite touching.

" . . . And there's a difference when it is given willingly," he murmured. Leaning slightly forward, his lips lingered near Yami's, tormenting and tempting the other with its close proximity. Within a few heartbeats he felt the latter's lips meet his as Yami leaned in and their eyes instantly slid shut.

The second kiss was a far cry from the forced one. It was slow and sensuous, and it allowed the pair to appreciate the feeling of soft lips against each other's. Kaiba inwardly moaned when Yami's tongue gently prodded his lips, timidly requesting entry. Kaiba obliged. Tilting his head to the side, he parted his lips and let Yami explore his mouth. Assertiveness soon replaced hesitancy as the diffident man became bold with each languid stroke of his tongue, his confidence escalating when Kaiba responded with equal fervour.

Lips parted wider to accommodate the coiling tongues. Fingers unconsciously wound around each other's hair, intertwining and twisting around the locks as their tongues mimicked the same dance. Nips and nibbles were thrown in the fray; teeth gently gnawing tender flesh, making them ache with pained pleasure. Neither wanted to part. They stubbornly clung onto each other, desperately fighting off the need for air so they could remain adhered.

Subsequently, a growl signalled the inevitable and they separated, their hands dropping to their sides. Unlike before, Kaiba took a step back, the separation rapidly cooling the heat that accumulated on their bodies when they were pressed tightly together.

Both men were panting heavily as they stared at one another. Chests heaved with exertion and hands forcibly clenched together to prevent them from reaching out for each other again.

It took a minute or two to steady their breathing. Once Kaiba was sure he had his under control, he took the scarf from Yami's hand and looped it around the other's slender neck several times. The desire to touch the bare skin was greater than ever.

"I trust you to be able to distinguish the difference between the kisses," Kaiba said shakily. "Now, go home to rest that voice of yours. Oh, and stop over-thinking. If you must pick your brain, then consider the proposal we discussed this morning."

"What?" Yami threw Kaiba a baffled look. "Quitting my night job and possible employment at KCC?"

"No, the 'you're-not-gay' shit!" Kaiba retorted sarcastically. "What do you think? Of course, I am talking about you quitting your night job and focusing on this one. I hope you'll give it some serious thought; you can't afford to oversleep again."

"I know," Yami grumbled dejectedly. "I promise to give it some thought and reconsider everything we've discussed today. And I mean everything."

Kaiba resisted the urge to ask what he meant. If Yami needed time to reflect on his heart desires, then he will respect that. He knew there would competition—he just didn't know to what extent. Right now, he had a niggling feeling that his greatest rival wasn't that perverted hentai, but a pretty brunette with a bouncy personality and Orangeshipping tendencies. It's hard to compete against the opposite sex, especially when the subject was unsure of his preferences.

"Are you sure you don't need a lift?"

Yami blinked and shook his head. Those swollen lips pressed determinedly together.

"Fine," Kaiba sighed disappointedly. "Be sure to eat something and get some rest, okay?"

Yami nodded.

"Now, go." Pushing himself away, Kaiba watched Yami scamper for his bag. Those crimson pools lingering on him as he slung his bag over his shoulder. The unruly head bobbed a farewell while those plump lips curled softly at the corners. Eyes glowed faintly with pleasure as it observed Kaiba returned the gesture. Then, without a word, he was gone.

Kaiba did not leave immediately. Instead, he lingered for a little longer, basking in the satisfaction derived from the encounter with Yami. Thoughts of Amelda no longer haunted him . . . that unwanted kiss no longer tainted his lips. Yami had successfully erased it and it pleased him to no ends. Ambling to the door, Kaiba felt lightness in his steps. The burden that weighed heavily on his heart and mind for most part of the day had lifted. He felt he made some progress with the stubborn male, although such improvement was nothing but a singe drop of water in a vast lake. Kaiba was not foolish to think he had succeeded in capturing the other's heart. There were many more hurdles to overcome.

As transparent Yami may seem with his emotions, getting through to him was another matter. Confusion and bewilderment still reigned over the man, and until Yami knew what he wanted . . . who he wanted, there was only so much Kaiba could do. It wasn't going to be easy getting through to Yami, but he was fine with that. If experience taught him anything, the easy ones were simply not worth having.

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The train journey, like the images that sped across his vision, was a blur. Yami sat in the train carriage, dazed and confused—his mind actively playing and replaying the scene over and over again, and he was thankful for it. It enabled him to ignore the rhythmic lull of the rocking train and the protests of his exhausted body. As promised, he pondered over his dilemma.

Kaiba . . . Anzu . . . Kaiba . . . Anzu . . .

Truth be told, he yearned for both. One was his long time crush and means to a normal life, relationship and all, whilst the other was . . . well, everything he never thought possible. If he were being realistic, surely the chances of being with Anzu would be higher than with Kaiba, right?

Yet, Kaiba kissed him three times.

With Anzu, he never got beyond holding hands and hugging. All of which Anzu initiated. Was she interested in him, but waiting for him to confess? Was Kaiba interested him, but waiting for him to embrace his sexuality? The second thought sounded far-fetched. Never in a million years would Kaiba find a 'nobody' like him attractive, let alone be in a relationship with him.

Yet, Kaiba kissed him three times, his jaded mind insisted. Why would he repeatedly kiss him if he had no interest in him?

The first kiss was, supposedly, under the influence of alcohol.

The second kiss was a demonstration of what Amelda did to Kaiba.

And the third kiss . . .? Was it a demonstration of how a sober, consenting and gratifying kiss was supposed to be or was it something more? Did he, Yami, not lean in to connect their lips together? Did he not respond when the other beckoned?

Yami slid his tongue over the lips which was still a little swollen from the ordeal. The lingering throb reminding him that it wasn't a just fabrication of his tired mind. Closing his eyes, he buried his face into the scarf and inhaled the familiar scent. He promised Kaiba he would give his job situation some serious thought, so he might as well get it over with. If he was honest with himself, he knew Kaiba was right. After today's session, he could see how unrealistic it was to insist on having two jobs. It simply did not work. Yet, he loathed giving up the night job—not because he needed the security it entailed—Kaiba's job offer obliterated that particular line of defence. Which meant his reluctance to leave was because of Anzu. If it wasn't for Anzu, Yami was certain he wouldn't be torn over the decision as he was now.

Pushing head back against the window, Yami gnawed on his dilemma. It was ironic that not long ago, he didn't have a choice, let alone torture himself over it.

Sighing aloud, he asked himself if he minded not being around Anzu. To his surprise, he discovered he did mind it. Furthermore, Yuugi was fond of the outgoing brunette; he even teased Yami about his one-sided adoration and told him to "grow some balls and confess already!"

Before, Yami knew he could not afford to date, but now, with a steady income, there was nothing preventing him from doing so . . . nothing, but an attraction to man whose feelings he could not fathom.

Was it worth losing Anzu for that?

The insecure part of Yami already knew the answer.

Tomorrow he was going to hand in his resignation at the convenient store, work off the required notice and confess to Anzu at the end of it. That way, there would be minimal awkwardness and fuss should Anzu reject him.

Mentally patting himself on the back, Yami stared out of the window and tried to ignore the remote feeling of heaviness in his heart. A part of him did not rejoice when he reached a decision and he knew why. This time Yami did not bury his face into the scarf to seek comfort because he knew such action would only cause his resolve to weaken and crumble to dust. Regret clung to him as he continued to stare out the window, as he forced his mind away from the man who constantly invaded his thoughts.

At least, he didn't fall asleep and miss his stop.

~To Be Continued~

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Author's Notes:

First of all, before any of you throw your arms up in despair and run after me with pitchforks and flames for being a killjoy and cock-block, please bear in mind, this is how I have always intended it to be. Yami's confession will be a major turning point in the fic, so trust me on this, okay? I even have the scene for this written down since November 2011 (yes, it seems I was very busy writing random scenes in November 2011. For those who are following Enslaved and are curious, I did the Voices scene first). I can't wait to incorporate that part into the rest of the fic. I just need to suss out what needs to come next! There's still so much to cover and I haven't even explored half of what I wish to. I am grateful for those who are still following this despite it's snail pace. However, I did say that there would be times where Kaiba and Yami appear to take one step forward and two steps back. After the confession, things will *hopefully* progress a lot faster. We will get there . . . eventually. I promise.

So, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. The misunderstanding has been cleared up and Kaiba's left the ball in Yami's court, which kinda spells disaster for him. Still, Kaiba knows what he is in for and he knows he has to either work hard for what he wants or wait patiently for it . . . or both, for that matter. I am sure you'll all agree that Yami-kun is SO worth the wait, right? *grin*

As always, I give my thanks to all those who kindly left me their thoughts. It was uplifting to know (after enduring a rough month of bereavement, injuries and health problems, which is why this chapter is late) people still have faith in my verbosity. I am grateful to Voices old and new followers alike: Mom!Princess, Star-Simple-Dust (still Prideshipping and proud?), EeveeLover141, Arlownay1991 (good luck with your Pride quest), Anzufan, Ayaseth (hugs), JBubbles (no previews this time), Yami E (enjoy the long reply *points downwards*), Ariana (still purring and not growling at me, right?), Shiroi no Yami (I love hearing from you too), my sweet Mel *hugs*, Chiiiiiiiibiiiiiii~!, Ruby of Raven, crazy!Ma-chan, Plume Sombre (I hope you weren't too disappointed), CrimsonStrawberry17 (it's good to have you back) and Ocena Strex.

For those worried about my headaches, I am happy to say I am feeling much better now. Thank you for your concern, it was heart-warming to receive so many well wishes.

Finally, I would like to mention that I plan on writing an oneshot from the movie: Berserk Golden Age Arc so don't be alarmed if you get a random fandom (lol, it rhymes) fic alert. It's a birthday gift owed to Mel since December and I feel awful for not making the time to write it. For those unfamiliar with the film, I recommend it if you, like me, love Takahiro Sakurai's voice. However, be warned, it has a very dark story and is violent to boot. It's not to everyone's taste. Once this fic is done, I'll be back on track with my YGO! fics and a possible Thorki thrown in.

Thanks for your patience and I hope to hear from you~. *hugs all*

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Replies to anonymous reviews:

~Shiroi no Yami:

Better late than never, right? *hugs* LMAO! What a wake-up call! It's nice to know Voices have that effect on readers. The rush you get when you receive an update for an eagerly anticipated story is priceless! How many times I've sacrificed sleep for a fic? Lots, I can tell you. *grins*

So many readers missed Marik! I can't believe how much he is missed. I never anticipated this kinda response for the loveable hentai, it makes me really happy that he is so well received. I guess his "goofing n flirting" does pay off . . . at least in gaining support from readers even if it's at the expense of Yami's sanity. *wink* Now, he's getting the vote of sympathy as well. The support for Clashhipping is certainly soaring and I can't blame you. I love the pervert too. I hope the bit of Marik goodness in this chapter makes you happy.

Hahahahahaha, by all means, you can strangle or brain Amelda with a frying pan (LOL)—though you may need to get in line for it. His obsession with Kaiba really isn't healthy and it will lead to a lot of negativity for all parties involved. Should Yami come to term with his feelings for Kaiba, there will be hell to pay. I think a possessive Yami is a force to be reckoned with. The good news is: Amelda out of the picture for the time being so I can concentrate on Kaiba, Yami, Marik and, to a certain point, Anzu (yes, Anzu) again. That is when the fun begins.

I can't wait for the Prideshipping to kick in as well, I can barely refrain myself from having Kaiba throw Yami against the wall and hump him into next week, but that would be an insult to the story, (lengthy) build-up and you wonderful readers. Trust me, when things finally happens, it will be worth it. Of course, there will always be elements of Marik intruding upon it, so it can be frustrating at time, but all good things to those who wait, I promise.

I think one of the reasons readers like Orangeshipping apart from the obvious reason that Ra and Osiris is a SEXY couple, but it provides a way of relieving guilt for those secretly liking Marik and Yami. Like you said, Ra reminds you of Marik. I hope to expand on the Broken Bond universe and if/when I do you will see the similarities/difference between Marik and Ra. You may even ship Orange harder after learning the diversities. Obelisk will behave more like Kaiba after his confession to Kisara. Pre-confession, Obelisk is carefree and happy-go-lucky kinda guy. I think deep down, we all like a bad-ass guy, which is why we like the villain or anti-hero.

Yes, I like how you likened Yami to a kitten with fangs and claws. He is indeed . . . and it's conjuring up images of Amelda and him in a cat-fight! Battle of the Nekos! *yowls* If that should happen, I bet Kaiba's ego is gonna rocketed sky high. Mheheheheh . . .

Prideshipping FTW! Yami x Thief!Bakura? That's a rare pairing. As one of my side projects, I write Enslaved a Casteshipping fic, it has the Thief!Bakura x Atem pairing. You suggest could try it and see if it's to your liking. Quite a few of my regular readers who follow Voices read Enslaved too. Other than that, I know the pain when fics get abandoned. *cries*

I am happy you enjoy reading my replies . . . just as I enjoy reading your reviews. I love the feedback I get, so keep 'em coming. The fact that you have more to say makes me very happy. I LOVE discussing the responses and sharing what goes on in this guttered mind of mine, so let's all GUSH and fangirl together! Woo-HOo~!

~Ariana:

*puurrrrs* Yay! I am glad the readers noticed that line. I inserted it to see how many noticed it and a lot of people actually did. Kaiba has no choice, but to kiss Yami again. Poor Yami, he's confused as it and Kaiba's not helping matters. As much as he wants to keep away and give Yami all the space and time he needs—situations dictates he can't and he's forced to take drastic measures. At least, with the misunderstanding cleared up now, Kaiba can relax for a bit thus giving Yami a breather and a chance to decide what he wants.

Yes, Amelda is delusional, but that is what love does to people sometimes—especially when they can't learn to let go—not that I can blame him. Kaiba is a stud and a good catch, and Amelda's known it all along. Why do you think he tried so hard to be his equal? He wanted to remain by Kaiba's side forever, but his inferiority got the better of him and he became corrupt. He is his own victim, unfortunately.

I hope you did well in your finals and now that it's over, you can sit back and chill~!

~Yami E:

Amelda can be quite scary when he's pissed and he hates losing. Yes, he could death-glare you if he wishes, so beware!

*Squees* My favourite Duel Monsters are the Dark Magician and Kuriboh! The Kuriboh killer-glare is rather cute. I swear the little fur balls do not get enough respect! Amelda should be afraid . . . very afraid of them! *evil grin*

Most of the characters are now in place with the exception of Yuugi and Varon—they need to make an appearance. I look forward to writing Yuugi very much and Varon will appear during an event that will have entertaining results. He will be with Raphael and Amelda so expect the usual bickering between Amelda and him. *snicker*

I like Raphael, mostly because fangirl in me insists the 'thing' he had with Yami made Kaiba really jealous. Muhahahahaha . . .

Believe it or not, you are the first one I know who like Varon. Most people I know like Raphael. Varon reminds me of the guy from Digimon. I did enjoy Varon bickering with Amelda though. Yeah, he was funny.

Personally, I wasn't a big fan of the DOMA arc—though I did find the whole 'when Kaiba lost his soul to Dartz' part rather yummy because Yami catches the falling Kaiba and there was this super-squeeable Pride moment! Oh, and I love the personified versions of the Legendary Dragons. They were so cool!

As for Osiris, Obelisk and Ra. You see the cover pic/image for Voices. It illustrates Osiris and Obelisk and it's a gift from the talented Tru Mel Meiko Mei Ling. The descriptions for the boys are as follows:

Osisris - Long, straight, white hair that is either worn loose or tied back with a red velvet ribbon. Garnet/dark red eyes. Pale skin. Half a head shorter than Ra and Obelisk. Slim and effeminate. In the picture, I had the boys wear their military uniform. It's dark blue with high collars and the gold lining/trims along the edges of the jacket, which the front folds across the chest (double-breasted). Osiris wears the insignia of his rank on the collar of jacket. Since he's (at the time of the image) the General/leader of the army, he wears three silver strips.

Obelisk - Layered, shoulder length black hair, (seek out Luka in Uraboku and you'll know what I mean). Bright blue eyes. Tanned skin. He will have two strips to mark his rank in the military. Tall, broad-shoulder and toned.

Ra: Short, wavy gold hair. Amber coloured eyes. Adonis-like. Tall (same height as Obelisk) and of athletic build, but slightly slimmer than Obelisk. Lightly tanned as well, but not as dark as Obelisk.

For casual wear: Long, loose flowing robes/tunics with large sleeves and tight pants and knee-high leather boots. I imagine the costume of the men in Star Wars and the Oriental (Chinese Hanfu and Japanese kimono) styles to influence the way I dress the boys. Perhaps, linen Star Wars-like clothes for Obelisk and Ra and silk oriental robes for Osiris.

I hope that helps and I would love see artwork of them, so of course I don't mind if you drew them. It would be an honour to have you bring to life with your drawings, just as Mel did~. Thank you for wanting to do it, I always appreciate artworks from my readers. *hugs*

Sci-fi means Science Fiction and, yes, YuGiOh 5D can be considered Sci-fi because it involves the use of science for technology/scientific approach to the plot and is set in the future. Dr Who and stories with involving aliens and outer space are considered sci-fi as well.

Awwww, thanks for your well wishes. I am feeling better though I am careful not to cause more pain to myself. Sorry for worrying you. *hugs again*

~AnzuFan:

It's good to hear from you again. Yes, with all most of the characters in place, the pace is beginning to pick up. When this particular day is over, I am hoping things will move along quicker.

Thank you for your well wishes and your encouraging words. The support I've been receiving from new and regular readers is overwhelming, I am touched by their understanding and concern shown. I feel lucky and loved. It makes writing so worthwhile.

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*Guzheng – a Chinese stringed instrument that has 18-23 strings. It's similar to a Zither. It's one of my favourite instruments.

*Koto – The Japanese version of the guzheng.