My apologies for the incredibly long absence, I hope I can redeem myself with this long assed chappy. Please enjoy~.
To Mom!Princess who kicked my ass into gear: I hope you're not too doped up after the dentist to read this. Get well soon~.
Warnings: Verbosity, cussing, WFT moments, Marik and shitty proofing. All errors will be corrected in due course and the usual "blah" applies.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Kaiba stopped for a moment to catch his breath. How long had been searching now? In reality it hadn't been that long, but the rising panic from his fruitless hunt for the elusive drunk—along with the fear that Marik might have found Yami before he did—made the search feel eternal.
Without signs of the lovesick idiot, he was beginning to wonder if Marik had whisked him away, leaving him to run a fool's errand. He was tempted to call his rival, but the prospect of discovering the pervert had gotten to Yami, in more ways than one, galled him. Knowing how that debaucher operated, it wouldn't surprise Kaiba if Marik gave him a first-hand audio of him screwing Yami just for shits and giggles.
Kaiba shuddered at the thought. He needed to find Yami fast!
Suddenly, something in the distance attracted his attention.
It was two figures on a bench.
Kaiba squinted his eyes to get a better look. Black hair streaked with gold and red caught his gaze.
Yami!
Long brisk strides enabled Kaiba to reach Yami without looking desperate in front of the other person—Marik, he assumed—with him. The tall male arrived in front of the bench in record time and sent a deadly glare at both of them.
Unfortunately, only one was conscious to appreciate it.
"So you've finally found us, Kaiba?" Marik purred. "You're late, you know?" He was reclined casually on the seat with Yami's head on his lap. One arm was slung loosely over the back of the bench whilst the other was plastered neatly to his side, long fingers absently combing through the unruly tricolour locks. The unconscious Yami looked peaceful.
"How come you are still here?" Kaiba demanded irritably. "I thought you were going to abduct to him to a love hotel and violate him?"
To Kaiba, Marik's action was puzzling. The sight of the Egyptian, contentedly sitting there and fondly cradling Yami's head, disturbed him more than the image of the usual self-assured hentai carrying out his threat and ravishing the unsuspecting drunkard in some seedy establishment. Somehow, he could understand when the former acted on the impulses dictated by his dick, but this, this was rather disconcerting.
As if sensing Kaiba's bewilderment, Marik decided to enlighten the befuddled male. "It is more fulfilling to do that to him when he is conscious and sober," he explained. "Like this . . ." he gestured to the passed out male, "is meaningless. Especially as it's Yami-chan."
Stumped and speechless, Kaiba could only gape at Marik, disbelief painting his face.
Who the fuck is this guy and what the fuck has this imposter done with the hentai?
Suffice to say, such unMarik-like traits were beginning to worry Kaiba . . . a lot!
With a sigh, Marik bent his head down and tenderly kissed the parted lips. Yami slept on. "Here, take him home before my resolve dissipates," he gruffly said. "It's already weakening with each passing second he is lying here. You have no idea how difficult it is when the person you want to devour is defencelessly sleeping in front of you and using your hard-on as a pillow! Fuck, it is painful! Mind you, if I unzip my pants and turn his head to the side, he'll be able to—"
"Don't you fucking dare!" Kaiba growled, quickly lifting the slender male off Marik in case the idiot carried out his threat.
The reaction was priceless and Marik's grin matched it. With the weight lifted off him, the blond got up, gave a good stretch, massaged his numb butt and adjusted his pants around the bulging crotch area. "How troublesome," he chuckled to himself.
With a grin still plastered widely across his face, Marik leaned forward to peck the unconscious man again. Kaiba pulled the latter away from his reach. Marik's face darkened. "I am entrusting you with my precious Yami-chan, Kaiba, because I know you won't take advantage of the situation. However, should my sweet little virgin be walking in a funny way tomorrow, I will NOT be a happy bunny!"
Kaiba snorted a reply, a rather non-committal reply. Ironically, the word, "bunny" seemed a fitting description of Marik, he thought.
Marik scowled at Kaiba for a second and then shrugged. He knew his Yami-chan was safe in Kaiba's hands—safer than in his.
Sighing in resignation, Marik was reminded of an urgent business that needed to be taken care of. "Now then, whom shall I call to relieve this little problem for me? Let me see . . ." Taking out his cell from his back pocket, he waved his farewell to the pair and began walking away; his attention focused on the call he was making. "Hello? Jean-Claude . . ."
Kaiba involuntarily shivered as the voice faded with the growing distance; that call provided more information than he was comfortable with. It's a pity Marik couldn't be more discreet about the identities of his fuck-buddies. Kaiba hoped Yami would never make it on the list. Reduced to being another one of Marik's conquests was demeaning enough, but said "conquests" would constantly push for Marik's attention, acting like he was the best thing since Kaiba Corp Communications!
Kaiba snorted at the ridiculous thought.
Feeling the effects of the dead weight in his arms, the Ice Prince hoisted the smaller man into a more better position and began marching towards his car. A small chuckle bubbled inside of him and rose to the surface in form of a loud guffaw.
Marik competing with KCC?
Cackle.
Yeah, right!
O-o-O-o-O
Having arrived outside Yami's apartment, Kaiba parked the car and turned off the engine. After removing the keys, he got out of the vehicle and went around to the other side. Opening the passenger door, Kaiba leaned in and undid the seat belt that secured his guest. Yami remained passed out and oblivious.
Gritting his teeth, Kaiba placed his hands behind Yami's back and slid the other under his thighs. With a strained grunt, Kaiba lifted Yami off the seat and out of the car, nudging the door shut with his hips. Taking a deep breath, he looked wearily at the stairs and silently cursed the run-down place for not having an elevator.
When he got up the first flight of stairs, he was sorely tempted to dump the inebriated male in the stairwell and leave. Only the stupid voice of reason in his head stopped him from doing so. It calmly informed him that if the other's safety and chastity wasn't a concern, he could have left Yami with Marik instead of hauling his sorry ass home.
Of course, it wasn't said voice that was lugging tens of kilos up the fucking stairs either, was it?
By the time Kaiba got to the second floor, he was practically heaving his lungs out and mentally swearing at his oblivious burden!
Fortunately for Kaiba, he remembered which apartment Yami resided in. Sitting the latter none too gently on the floor with his back slumped against the wall; he frisked the other for signs of keys. When nothing relating to what he was looking for was found, he gently rolled Yami to the side and patted the back pockets of his pants.
A small flat bump was distinguished inside one of the pockets. Kaiba inserted a finger and thumb inside to retrieve it, trying hard to ignore the taut clothed butt-cheek the key was pressed against. It wasn't like he was taking advantage of the drunken man and copping a feel. He really needed the key!
Pulling out the key, Kaiba noticed it had a photo key ring attached to it. Inspecting the photo, he could see Yami and what looked like, if the spiky hair and features had anything to do with it, a younger brother. Only the other had huge amethyst coloured eyes. Both wore massive ear-splitting grins and were pressed cheek-to-cheek against one another as if they were trying to squeeze their faces inside the frame of the photo. It was obvious the picture was taken in a photo booth, which contributed to the poor quality, but the pair's happiness radiated off the cheap paper and through its scratched, transparent plastic confinement.
Judging from the closeness of the siblings, Kaiba understood why Yami was so intent on working hard and providing for his brother. It wasn't just out of obligation. It was done out of love. Thinking about Yami's former part-time job abruptly reminded Kaiba of that girl the other was crushing.
Glancing down at the sprawled male, Kaiba wondered again about what happened on Yami's date. At first, he was sceptical of Marik's words, but the defeated air about Yami exuded "loser", marking his endeavours for a relationship, a failure. It must have gone wrong if the man ended drinking himself into a stupor. Yami's actions did not portray a man happily in love.
Kaiba itched to know what Yami's next step would be if his suspicions proved correct. Already the other sought comfort with alcohol. It was just as easy to seek solace with another body too. If Yami wanted it, would he, Kaiba, indulge him?
Grimacing, the worldly man pushed the thought away. He was aware of how easy it was to catch a heart on the rebound, but he didn't want that. Kaiba didn't want a relationship that wasn't honest and sincere. He didn't want a lover who couldn't look at him and see him. He liked Yami enough to hope the guy would first recover before trying again. If there was one thing Kaiba loathed, it was being someone's replacement.
Shoving the key into the keyhole, Kaiba unlocked the door and pushed it open. Stepping inside, he used the light from the outside corridor to search for a light switch inside the apartment. After locating it, he turned on the lights and went back outside to retrieve the unconscious male. Carrying the man inside, Kaiba pushed the door shut and toed off his shoes in the tiny entrance lobby. He was thankful he wasn't wearing laced ankle boots.
After a few strides, Kaiba found himself inside a small, sparsely furnished room with a kitchen and bathroom to the side. Kaiba was relieved to see the place was tidy. Amelda, Kaiba recalled with a shudder, was a very messy lover.
Spying a small futon, Kaiba marched over to it and placed Yami on top. After putting the key on the table, Kaiba settled Yami into a more comfortable position and began removing Yami's jacket to drape over him. With no bedding in sight, the unconscious man would have to make do with whatever makeshift means available. Contrary to popular belief that idiots can't catch cold, Kaiba wasn't going to risk it. He even thought about leaving behind his jacket for the man as well until, as luck would have it, the dilemma was solved. Whilst removing Yami's second arm from the sleeve, the other began to stir.
Kaiba hastily removed the jacket and covered Yami's upper torso with it. Then shuffling backwards, he dumped himself on a random scatter cushion and watch Yami wake with a passive expression schooled on his face.
At first there was a groan and Yami's brow twitched into to a frown. Crimson eyes fluttered open to slam shut when it rudely encountered light. Pain, like jagged shards of glass, pierced his temple and embedded itself in his throbbing head.
"Shit," Yami winced. "Not again." Throwing an arm over his eyes, he tried to block out the light and submerge himself back into the darkness again.
Kaiba snorted. "You are quite the flirt when drunk, Mutou."
Yami's eyes flew open at the sound of the voice, his body instantly sitting up. The jacket that covered him slipped off his chest and pooled on his lap. The sudden movement gave Yami vertigo. He swayed slightly as he adjusted to the feeling of light-headedness and swore under his breath as he pinched the bridge of his nose with a finger and thumb. When the dizziness subsided, he turned and fixed his eyes on the visitor gracing his tiny apartment.
"Why are you here, Kaiba-san?" Yami blurted out. The last thing he remembered was visiting a bar after his date.
The date that failed spectacularly!
Yami drove a fist into his temple and used it to massage the headache the memory brought on. Mortification filled him to the brim and overflowed into resentment. It didn't help that Kaiba—the object of Anzu's affection—was sitting in his apartment looking regal and handsome. Yami felt bitter and crushed at the same time.
Kaiba watched Yami wilt before him. "I am here because you got shit-faced and gave Marik the green light to do whatever he wanted with you." Yami looked at Kaiba and paled visibly to those words. "Even though it's none of my business, I thought it best to step in to prevent you doing something you'd probably regret when you've sobered up. Decisions pertaining to sex made under the influence of alcohol usually ends in regret."
Abashed, Yami flushed to the roots of his hair. "Er . . . thank you," he murmured, humbled by the rebuke. "And I am sorry for being a bother."
Aware of the other's misery, Kaiba relented. Softening his tone, he said, "Next time try to be less generous with your body when you're drunk. You were lucky the hentai developed a last minute conscience or it'll be more than just a hangover you'll be experiencing right now."
Gnawing his lip, Yami remained quiet to the scolding. After sitting through endless Mai-san lectures, he tactfully held his tongue. It wouldn't do to piss off someone higher than him on the occupational food chain, especially if said person was right. If Kaiba was right—and Yami didn't doubt that he was—just what was he thinking when he offered himself up to Marik . . . well, asides the obvious that he wasn't thinking at the time! He couldn't remember how many cups of sake he drank before sobriety and coherency went out of the window, and intoxication set in. He felt happy at the time. He felt carefree. He felt he could take on the world. And he felt generous.
Yami cringed at his recklessness. Kaiba had saved his butt, figuratively and literally, and he would have been grateful if it weren't for one small detail.
Kaiba was also indirectly responsible for his shitty present predicament.
"I'll try and remember that for next time," he churlishly muttered. The headache was in full force and his mouth felt as though something crawled inside and die there.
Pushing his jacket off his lap and onto the side, Yami swung his legs to the edge of the futon and placed his feet on the floor. Slowly, he stood up and waited for the dizziness to dissipate. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Kaiba watching him intently. Yami could feel the other's curiosity boring a hole into him.
Had he said something to indicate the reason for getting drunk, Yami wondered?
Not wanting to find out, Yami muttered an excuse to escape into the bathroom and away from Kaiba's burning, inquisitive gaze.
"What happened on your date?" Kaiba stood up as he presented the question to Yami, hoping his stance would hinder the fleeing man.
"I do not wish to talk about it," Yami evaded, lengthening his strides in order to reach his refuge quicker. "And please close the door on the way out." He knew it was rude, but Yami couldn't deal with the emotions that Kaiba evoked in him, not when he was still bitter about the outcome of events. The rejection, if he could call it that, still stung. His bruised pride could not withstand another beating, not in front of Kaiba.
Kaiba understood the meaning behind the abrupt dismissal and as much as he wanted to stay and pry the details out of the pitiful man, he knew now was not the time. Nodding curtly, he made his way to the entrance lobby, his feet grazing against the tatami mats with reluctant steps. A soft "hey" from Yami halted him mid-step. He turned and stared expectantly at the ramrod back of the unhappy male.
Recalling the letter in his jacket pocket, Yami flushed with embarrassment. Glancing over his shoulder, he declared, "Inside my jacket pocket, there is something for you. It's self-explanatory and an answer is required. Please respond to it."
Without waiting for a response, Yami staggered into the bathroom and firmly shut the door, cutting off all communications. Leaning against it, he breathed out and willed his heart to stop pounding so madly.
Alone, Kaiba slowly made his way to the jacket on the futon. The blush on Yami's face did not go unnoticed. It intrigued him. Patting down the jacket, it wasn't difficult to locate what he was looking for.
Confusion crossed his face as he studied at the item. Bewildered, he lifted his head to the direction of the bathroom door and then down at the item again. For a fleeting moment, he was indecisive. Should he open it here or wait until he got home? As expected, no answer came to him. Peering at the bathroom door one final time, Kaiba pocketed the item and strode to the lobby to where his shoes were.
He'll open it when he got home.
The gentle slamming of the front door indicated Kaiba was gone. Yami groaned and pushed away from the door. Sick to the stomach and ready to throw up from the tension and the alcohol, he stumbled towards the toilet.
The letter was out of his hands now.
O-o-O-o-O
Yami knew—if the headache he was still suffering from, the sadistic gleam in Ota-san's eyes and the way Marik was perving his butt was any indication—he was in for a bad day at work.
It all started with a message from Mai-san revealing a fixed date for the long-promised Millennium photo-shoot. She also mentioned about a commercial for the project's sponsor, Kaiba Corp Communications, being filmed as well. Details of the former were sent to him along with a promise of a call from said manager later that night. The latter was to be discussed at the studio in due course. Yami was rather curious to learn of the commercial and whom it involved.
With immaculate timing, Yami ensured he arrived at the recording studio with little time to spare for chitchat that could lead to subjects he wasn't prepared to talk about and wanted to avoid at all cost. Luckily for him, out of the regular cast, only the girls were there. Yami greeted them with a forced smile.
"Did you have a good day off, Yami?" Shizuka asked brightly. Rebecca was hovering next to her, listening to the conversation and contributing with a nod.
In face of such warmth, Yami felt his irritation melt away. "It was . . . eventful," he cryptically disclosed.
Sensing his unwillingness to elaborate further, Shizuka nodded her understanding and navigated the conversation to more neutral topics. "I heard we are to appear in a commercial for KCC."
That statement got Rebecca squealing and she began bouncing up and down like an excited puppy. "I know, right!" she happily enthused. "I was surprised KCC decided to use us in their commercial as opposed to employing professional actors. Most likely the company wanted to maximise our talents, providing us with further exposure, and promoting Broken Bonds at the same time. It's quite a smart move."
Yami nodded in agreement. Rebecca's explanation made a lot of sense.
"I wonder what the theme will be about?" Rebecca said dreamily.
"Well, you'll find out soon enough," replied a voice beside Yami's ear.
Not expecting someone to creep up on him like that, Yami almost jumped out of his skin. Twisting his head around, he fixed a glare at the culprit responsible for scaring the shit out of him.
Marik grinned back.
"Do you know anything about this?" Rebecca pleaded with ill-disguised hope.
"Nope, sorry, Becca-tan," Marik replied, grinning manically to Rebecca's pout. "Now, if you'll excuse us, lovely ladies, I have something I wish to discuss with Yami-chan in private."
Giggling, Shizuka nodded a response whereas Rebecca rolled her eyes and huffed.
With a mock bow, Marik proceeded to drag Yami towards the door. Once outside, the Egyptian gently pushed Yami against the wall and caged him with his arms. He looked thoughtful as he stared at his captive. "I am sorry about the girl," he said, at last. "If it makes you feel any better, there are plenty more fish in the sea and ones who'll appreciate you."
Yami shrugged. "I'm fine," he feebly assured. "There's no need to make a fuss."
The answer did not satisfy Marik though. "How are you feeling?" he asked, concerned eyes trailing across the smaller body. "He didn't do anything to you, did he?"
"He?" Angry eyes narrowed. "Do what exactly?"
"How's your ass?"
Yami choked mid-inhale. "What kind of a stupid question is that?" he spluttered, angrily prodding the hentai's chest. "Not that it's any of your business!"
"What the moron is trying to ask is: did I take advantage of your body whilst you were drunk yesterday?" Kaiba coolly clarified. Noticing Yami's balled fists, he added, "Please refrain from socking his face with your fists before the commercial. We can't have his face damaged before filming. Afterwards, though . . ." Kaiba trailed off and shrugged. The meaning was obvious.
"No can do, I'm afraid, because this lil' baby," Marik pointed to his face, "is going to partner Yami's in an advert to launch Millennium's two new fragrances for men."
"Is that so?" drawled Kaiba, his eyes narrowing to the news. It was opposite to Yami's wide-eyed expression.
"Oh yes," Marik continued, smugness plastering his face and lacing his words. "Kaiba, meet 'Exotic'," he pointed at Yami and then at himself, " . . . and 'Cool'."
"W-what?" Yami stuttered, his eyes bulging with disbelief.
Kaiba folded his arms and snorted. "Sounds like names of cheap whores," he returned. "Besides, one could hardly associate you with 'Cool'. 'Fruity' definitely, but 'Cool', no."
"Aw, is mighty Kaiba-sama jealous?" Marik teased as he pushed himself off the wall and draping an arm over Yami's shoulders, hugging the slender man close to him.
Eyeing the offending arm with distaste, Kaiba replied, "No, so you can stop being a dick."
"I'll be sure to tell nee-san that you said her fragrances sounded like trollops. I'm sure she'll be happy to know you hold her products in such high esteem."
The threat had little effect on the brunet though.
"Pffft, do what you like, Marik. It's not like I won't say it to her face when I see her next time," Kaiba sneered. "And before you continue to harass Mutou about his ass, and probably in the most inappropriate place and time too, I'll have you know that he woke after arriving home and I left thereafter. Now drop the subject." The fleeting look Kaiba sent Yami, however, conveyed a different message.
We're not done talking.
From that look, Yami's headache amplified with vengeance and he felt his stomach churn anxiously. Shrugging off Marik's arm, he moved towards Kaiba, stopping briefly in front of him to give him the barest of nods as acknowledgment.
Fine, we'll talk later.
Easing passed Kaiba, Yami made his way back inside the room. Knowing he couldn't avoid Kaiba for long; it was probably better to get it over and done with. He might even find out what Kaiba plan to do with Anzu's confession—not that it was any of his business, but still.
Gloomily, Yami found an empty seat and threw himself onto it. And so, began Yami's long day.
O-o-O-o-O
Work was an absolute bitch! Pressure to get as much ground covered before the anime's airing had turned Ota-san into a demonic fiend. Tension was so thick in the air that Yami's head was ready to combust from its density.
During the break, there wasn't enough time for Yami to have his talk with Kaiba. The latter was on his phone most of the time, which was a relief for the anxious man.
Despite his earlier bravado, Yami was still very nervous about his impending encounter with Kaiba. If he were given the chance, he would have put it off indefinitely. Call him cowardly, but he really didn't like confrontations—least of all, confrontations with people who held so much power over him. Now he had quit his other job, he was completely at the mercy of the Broken Bonds project and to a lesser extent, Kaiba Seto. He really should be thinking about asking for Mai-san to look into smaller side jobs for him, ones that required only a few hours of his time a week. Needless to say, he was grateful to Ishizu-san for the Millennium opportunity.
Sipping on a warm can of tea, Yami felt a gentle nudge to his side.
"Hey, you okay?" Marik was surprisingly solemn as he stuck his face close to Yami's.
Startled, Yami instantly recoiled, but recovered quickly enough to respond with a slight dip of the head. "Yeah, I am fine, just a little tired that's all," then, as an afterthought, he said, "and thanks for yesterday."
The Egyptian chuckled and patted Yami good-naturedly on the back. "Thanks for not taking up on your offer on 'doing whatever I want with you' or thanks for coming to your rescue?"
"Well . . . um . . . thanks for both?"
Marik's bark of a laugh caused a few people in the room to look curiously at them. "As tempting as you were yesterday, I like my lovers to be aware of what they are doing with me." Dropping his voice to a mere whisper, so only Yami could hear him, he said, "There's no pleasure in me making love to you when you are too drunk to enjoy it. Let's hope you'll be more sober and responsive next time."
"What makes you think there will be a next time?" Yami challenged with a raised brow and a firm scowl.
Because you are single and available, Marik thought, jubilantly. He wondered if the girl who rejected Yami was the same one who was at the Broken Bonds meet-and-greet session outside the hotel. At the time, Yami seemed very happy to see her.
Not wanting to vex Yami further, Marik grinned and said nothing. He knew better than to prod a bear with a sore head—let alone one that was hung-over and extremely hostile. He needed to get Yami to lower his defences before any progress could be made and antagonising him would not accomplish that. Hopefully, Yami will be in a better mood on the day of the photo-shoot in a week's time.
Marik had pulled strings to be involved in the launch. Having shown no interest in his family's profession, he never bothered to involve himself in the publicity campaigns for the Ishtar label despite he was asked to on many occasions. After constant refusals, the company stopped asking. It was why Ishizu was very suspicious when he asked if he could appear next to Yami in the next Millennium promotion. His sister was right when she accused him of ulterior motives. Fortunately, she loved him enough to oblige him.
The awkward silence between the pair stretched on. Unable to stand the discomfort any longer, Marik was about to ask Yami out for lunch when Ota-san announced break was over. Looking up, Marik found Kaiba's glare on him.
So he pressed closer to Yami in order to goad the Ice Prince—only for Yami to shift away, chair and all. His Yami-chan was in no mood to humour him it seems.
Kaiba's smirk of triumphant was dazzlingly. It offended Marik greatly. Pouting, he dragged his seat closer to Yami's, the screech of the chair's legs grating on the wooden floor made them both wince in pain.
"Sorry," Marik mumbled when Yami glowered at him.
Yami sighed and waved a dismissive hand. "It's fine. Just no more sudden movements and loud noises, 'kay?"
"Alright, but to show how sorry I am, I'll take you out for lunch later."
A shake of tricolour head was the initial response. It was followed by a polite rejection absentmindedly uttered. "Thanks, but I think I may have something to do at lunchtime," Yami slid a sneak peek in Kaiba's direction and then back to Marik again. "Therefore I must decline your offer." Whether Yami was going to spend lunch with Kaiba or by himself, he was not fit for company with those who irked him.
"Well, should you change your mind, Yami-chan, my offer stands," Marik hurriedly whispered. Ota-san was back in his booth and ready to begin the next session.
Yami responded with a jerk of his head and a smile. Marik's company wasn't all that bad if he could keep his ecchi-ness at bay. The very least, the hentai, unlike someone, didn't leave him feeling unsure of himself. Kaiba, for some reason, always left Yami wanting—physically and emotionally. He hoped their talk would provide some relief to those feelings.
Sighing to himself, he turned his attention to Ota-san once more. It was hard to concentrate when all he could think about was sitting a few spaces away.
O-o-O-o-O
The call for lunch was well received. As usual, Jounouchi and Honda were the first to disappear taking Marik, Shizuka, Rebecca and a few extras with them. Marik looked mournfully at Yami before vanishing, the glimmer of hope dying in his eyes as Yami wriggled a farewell with his fingers.
Collecting his things, Yami hung about the room trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. He was waiting for Kaiba to finish his conversation with Ota-san and hoping the former hadn't made plans with anyone else. He wanted to get this talk over and done with; his patience was stretched thin as the morning wore on and his anxiety grew with it. Luckily, Noa had the day off so they were minus one shadow and obtrusive obstacle.
After a simple "goodbye" to the esteemed director, Yami turned to face Kaiba. "Do you have time to talk?" he asked.
Kaiba picked up his bag and gestured Yami to follow him. "Yes, so let's go."
Mystified, Yami sprinted after Kaiba, his shorter legs having a hard time in keeping up with the other's longer strides. "Wait, where are we going?"
"Lunch."
"But—"
"No buts, Mutou. I have to eat even if you don't," Kaiba stopped and looked over his shoulder. "Unless you prefer to have this talk another time?"
Biting his lips, Yami shook his head and prayed lunch wasn't going to cost him heaven and earth. "No, it's fine. We'll talk over lunch then."
Kaiba replied with a grunt and continued to lead the way.
Down and out of the building they went, dodging past a few straggling fans as they hurried on. Kaiba briskly walking a few steps ahead, while Yami struggled behind. After weaving down a few streets and side roads, they came to a halt outside an unassuming restaurant that looked as though it'd seen better days. Faded red lanterns with the word "noodle" written on them swung precariously outside the shop front and a small, battered wooden board with restaurant's menu painted on it was posted near the entrance. Checking out the prices, Yami expelled a sigh of relief. The food was affordable.
Ducking under the low doorway, Kaiba disappeared inside. Yami had no choice but to follow.
The inside of the restaurant was dimly lit. Yami had to blink several times for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Once he got used to it, his other senses kicked in. The strong smell of broth made his mouth water and his stomach grumble.
"Kaiba-kun! Long time no see, heh?" The coarse voice was cheerful and friendly. "Ah, I see you've brought company again."
Kaiba sauntered over to a long counter to the side of the restaurant where an elderly man with a huge smile on his face was waving them over. A few members of staff stopped and bowed to their guests and then carried on with their tasks again. All but one that is. Kaiba stopped in front the old man and bowed respectfully.
"It's good to see you, Yoshimori-san," Kaiba said amicably. "I hope you are well."
"Bah, I am well as can be," Yoshimori replied, flapping his hand. "And who might this young man be?"
Half turning his body to Yami, Kaiba announced, "This is Mutou Yami, a colleague of mine. And Mutou, this is Yoshimori-san, the owner and head chef of this establishment."
"I am pleased to met you," Yami greeted with a bow.
"And I, you, Mutou-kun. Let's hope we'll see more of you from now on, just like this fine fellow," Yoshimori pointed to Kaiba, "whose been coming here for years." Then leaning towards Yami, the old man whispered, dramatically and loudly, "I am sure it's the only reason why my female servers have lasted this long in a dingy place like this. I hope you're going to give them more reasons to stay."
Yami chuckled and took the offered menu.
Straightening up, Yoshimori said, "Right then, what can I get you both?"
"The usual for me, please," Kaiba ordered. "Plus a selection of side orders for two. I'll let you decide on what to serve us."
"Okay then."
Not wanting to be the one holding them up, Yami frantically scanned the menu for a dish to order. To say he was spoilt for choice was an understatement! "I can't decide," he grumbled under his breath.
Kaiba sidled next to Yami and leaned his head over his shoulder. "There," he pointed to a specific dish on the menu. "I recommend this one. It's The House Special."
"The House Special it is then!" Yami grinned and closed the menu, handing it back to Yoshimori-san.
"Good choice," the chef approved. "Now, Mutou-kun, how do you prefer your noodles cooked? Soft, normal or hard?"
"Um . . . normal," Yami replied hesitantly, remembering the times he had either over-cooked his noodles because he was pre-occupied with something else or undercooked them because he was in a hurry. The results were tragic. Immediately, he felt a little ashamed for comparing his awful culinary mishaps to those of a professional.
"How oily would like your broth: rich, slightly oily, normal, light or not oily?"
This time Yami was able to answer more decisively. "Light, please."
"Great! Two House Specials coming right up!" Yoshimori-san said. "And drinks?"
"Jasmine tea," Kaiba replied.
"And for me too," Yami added.
"Good. Sit yourselves down and someone will be over with your order shortly. Enjoy your meal."
The two actors nodded and turned away from the counter. "Here," Kaiba commanded, making his way to a secluded booth at the back of the establishment. It was only then, Yami realised how busy the restaurant was.
Sensing Yami's wonder, Kaiba offered a little titbit to his companion as he threw his bag onto the seat he was sliding onto it. Yami seated himself opposite him. "Believe it or not, Yoshimori-san's ramen is remarkably good. Coupled with the reasonable prices, it's why the establishment is doing so well."
Yami's interest piqued. "So you come here often?"
A flustered waitress arrived with the tea. Kaiba remained silent until she left. Helping himself to the brew, he said, "Whenever I fancy a ramen, yes, I come here. Yoshimori-san makes the perfect noodles."
"Then I understand why you've become attached to this place," Yami returned, serving himself and blowing into his hot tea. "Does the others come here too?"
"No," Kaiba answered, his eyes fixed on Yami who paused in what he was doing. "Apart from you and one other person, I've never brought anyone else here."
It was easy for Yami to deduce who the "other person" was. Had it been one of the present cast members, Kaiba would have divulged the information.
Amelda.
The unspoken name filled the silence with ugly vibes. Suppressing a shudder, Yami placed his cup back on the table before he spilled its content. "Oh, I see," he said, staring at the cup. It was all he could manage.
With the subtlety of stampeding elephants, Kaiba finally gave in to his curiosity and spewed the question that had been plaguing him since yesterday. "So, what happened on your date?"
The question startled Yami. "Isn't it obvious?" he retorted, incredulous to what was asked. If the man read the letter he would have known, right?
"I prefer a sober first-hand account of the event as opposed to a second-hand and poorly construed explanation from a hentai who was informed by a loony drunk," Kaiba replied drily.
Yami shook his head vehemently, his hands twisting futilely in the air. "No, I didn't mean that. I told you to retrieve . . ." the words "love letter" stuck like bile in his throat, but he swallowed it quickly and said, " . . . to retrieve, well, you know, that from my pocket this morning. It should explain everything."
"Everything" meant why Anzu could not be with him. Yami stared intently at Kaiba, praying the man understood the meaning without having him to spell it out.
"I don't get it," Kaiba stubbornly insisted, glaring at the exasperated man opposite him.
"Look, what's not to 'get' Kaiba-san?" Yami began heatedly, "It's self-explanatory in the le—" His tirade was cut off by the appearance of the waitress bearing their food. After she completed their order, Yami growled, "We'll talk about it after the meal. I'd rather not lose my appetite now."
"Fair enough," Kaiba returned moodily, reaching for the disposable chopsticks and removing them from its paper wrapper. Snapping them into two, he said "Itadakimasu" [1] and dug in.
Presented with the mouth-watering food and seeing Kaiba enjoy his meal, Yami felt his annoyance dissipate a little. Grabbing his eating utensils and mumbling a quick "Itadakimasu" he proceeded to tuck in too. It didn't take a second before he let out a moan of appreciation.
Kaiba looked up with a wide smirk on his face. Catching that smug expression, Yami rolled his eyes but said nothing. Kaiba was right. The ramen was remarkably good!
Thick slices of barbeque pork [2], fine strips of marinated bamboo shoots, half a seasoned boiled egg, beansprouts and a slice of seaweed [3] rested on a bed of perfectly cooked noodles. It was soaked in a salt-seasoned base soup that was liberally sprinkled with spring onions. The broth was light yet full of flavour. Yami couldn't help but smack his lips after the first spoonful slid down his throat.
As if the ramen wasn't enough, there was a side order of pan-fried pork dumplings [4], crispy tempura prawns [5] and fried tofu [6] to complement it. Kaiba gestured for Yami to help himself and Yami did just that.
"Do you want some?" Kaiba pushed forward a small bowl of fresh chopped chillies after he had emptied half of it into his bowl.
Yami wrinkled his nose and eyed them with distaste. Shaking his head, he declined them. He was a big wuss when it came to chilli peppers. He preferred sweet things to spicy things.
The pair ate in a companionable silence that was punctuated with the odd slurp. Occasionally, one would make a comment about the food, but generally, both were too absorbed with their meal and thoughts to talk. However, once the meal was finished and cleared away, the 'talk' resumed. It was Kaiba who picked up the abandoned conversation with his ever-direct approach.
"So, you and that crush of yours now an item or not?"
Yami gave Kaiba a glaring 'are-you-stupid?' look. Kaiba returned it with a 'just-answer-the fucking-question' expression.
"No," Yami replied, sulkily. "We are not an item."
"You were rejected?"
"No, I didn't get that far."
"Then you didn't confess?"
"No, I didn't."
"But Marik said you were rejected." Kaiba sounded surprised.
"It was more of a 'shot-down-before-I-could-confess' situation."
"Oh, how?"
"Did you not read the letter?" Frustration was seeping in the voice.
"What letter?"
"The letter I told you take from my jacket pocket this morning?" Yami barely managed suppress the desire to roll his eyes and add "you, idiot" at the end of the sentence.
"There was no letter," Kaiba countered, grabbing his bag and rummaging through it. "Only this."
Much to Yami's horror, Kaiba pulled out a small faux velvet box, opened it and placed it on the table. The silver heart pendant and necklace glinted evilly at him, mocking him in the dimness.
NO! Yami thought and subsequently gave way to a string of colourful curses! Shit, shit, SHIT!
"You told me it was self-explanatory and to respond accordingly, but I spent most of last night trying to decipher it's meaning and came up with blanks. Care to enlighten me, Mutou?"
No! No, no, NO . . . Fuck, fuck, FUCK!
"I could always respond with something similar," Kaiba smirked, taking advantage of Yami's stunned and speechless state. "A matching pendant, perhaps?"
Revelling in Yami's shock, Kaiba now knew the gift was a mistake and that the pendant was meant for the girl. Still, it didn't stop the teasing. After all, he had every right to. That pendant baffled him for most of the night.
"It's a misunderstanding!" Yami gushed out. "You wasn't supposed to take this," he stabbed a finger at the box. "It was something else entirely!"
"Oh, and what was it then?"
Yami hid his face in his hands and groaned something incomprehensible into them.
Frowning, Kaiba leaned over the table and said, "Excuse me? Would you like to repeat that again? I didn't catch a word you said."
Dropping his hands way from his face, Yami glared at the irritating man and fumed, "I said, 'It was a love letter from Anzu to you!'"
"What?!" Taken completely aback, Kaiba almost shouted the question, but after a moment's reflection, he calmed down enough to seethe, "This is not funny, Mutou!"
"Well, I'm not laughing now, I am?" Yami snapped back. This time he jabbed a finger in Kaiba's direction. "And for your information, Kaiba-sama, I couldn't confess because she said she's in love with you!"
The surprise on Kaiba's face was priceless and Yami would have revelled in the response had it not been at his expense. Sighing, he let the irritation subside a little before continuing. "She asked if I could hand the letter to you. The letter must still be in my jacket pocket. I need to give it to you as soon as possible so you can respond—"
"Don't bother giving it to me," Kaiba rudely interjected as he leaned back into his seat.
"But, why?"
"Because I don't plan on responding to it."
Immediately, Yami's eyes thinned to crimson slits and he leaned forward menacingly. "What do you mean you 'don't plan on responding to it'? Explain, Kaiba!"
Narrowed blue reciprocated in kind, but unlike Yami's heated tones, Kaiba was curt and icy. "Do you have any idea how much fan-mail I get, Mutou?" He sounded like he was addressing a retard!
Sulking, Yami pouted and shook his head.
"I not only receive fan-mail from fans of my acting work, but also from those who admire me as a wealthy and legible bachelor, an influential or powerful CEO of an affluent company, and a 'sex idol'," the last two words were spat out venomously and air quotes applied for the description. "You cannot expect me to read and respond to every single one of those letters, do you?"
"Then all those letters fans sent you, what happens to them?"
"My agent filters the voice-acting ones and my PA goes through the rest. Anything they deem requires my attention will be forwarded to me, but the bulk of the letters, I can assure you, is nothing more than photos, confessions and marriage proposals. I get the odd death threat now and then to break the monotony."
"But still, that's so impersonal," Yami insisted, shuddering at the thought of Anzu's letter being violated by eyes other than whom it was intended for. Having accepted the task of giving Anzu's letter to Kaiba, Yami was going to ensure the task was accomplished. "Can't you make an exception and take a look at this letter?" he implored.
"But that would be unfair to the other hundreds of letters I don't read," Kaiba pointed out. There was no way he was going to make it easy for his companion. "Besides, in doing this, isn't it a little masochistic of you?"
"What do you mean?" Yami asked sternly, not liking where the conversation was going.
"You are in love with this girl, yet you willingly deliver a love letter to your love rival. Isn't that self-torture?"
"Not that it's any of your business, Kaiba-san," Yami huffed, "but she asked and I couldn't deny her."
Kaiba watched the other's anger flare up and grinned. "But I can deny you, Mutou," the Ice Prince said with indifference. "What will you do then? What will you say to your friend when she asks?"
"I would say she fell in love with a jerk!"
Staring at the man opposite him, Kaiba drummed his fingers on the table in a distracted manner. "And you, Yami?" he taunted, softly. "Did you fall in love with a jerk too?"
Yami flinched from the question. His body pressed back into the seat as if it could physically shrink away from the unexpected words. "Who said I was in love with you?" he demanded when he got over the shock. "You think too highly of yourself, Kai-ba-sa-ma."
Snorting to the retort, Kaiba tapped the little box in front of him and said silkily, "But didn't you profess your love to me with this?"
Yami wished the ground would open and swallow him, but settled with a cutting remark instead. "You know very well that isn't the case," he stated. "But if it makes you feel better," he pushed the box back to Kaiba, "then by all means, keep this and your delusions with it. I no longer have use for it."
"Touché," Kaiba sneered as he reached for the box.
Knowing he'll regret his generosity later, Yami reclined into his seat to watch Kaiba shut the box with a sharp snap and drop it back into his bag. Had Kaiba refuse to take it then he'd take it back to the shop for a refund. In his eyes, the necklace no longer had any sentimental value, so why keep it? It would only remind him of his failure and it would be a waste of money, which he loathed.
Forcing his thoughts back to unresolved issue of the letter, Yami swallowed his pride and resumed the subject again. "So," he began, nervously licking his lips, "as I was saying, could you take a look at this letter please?"
Kaiba took a sip of his tea and nonchalantly said, "It sounds like you're asking me for a favour."
Yami detected the hint of superiority in the voice, but ignored it. "What if I am?"
"Then you'll owe me one back."
"What is it you want in return?"
"I don't know. I'll have to think about it."
"Well don't think too long," Yami ungraciously mumbled. Then, a little louder he said, "Fine! I'll owe you a favour for this, just read the letter and respond to it."
"Responding will be another favour."
"What?"
"It will be two favours owed for the two deeds." Kaiba held up two fingers to fortify his point.
Yami inwardly cursed Kaiba. As much as he resent admitting, the devious man practically had him by the short and curlies and there was nothing he could do but agree to his conditions. He wished he had the heart to decline Anzu's request. It would have saved him a lot of bother if he could just say "no" to her. Of course, deep down inside he knew it was impossible. He couldn't refuse Anzu any more than he could refuse takyaki! Both were deliciously sweet.
Feelings of dread settled into the depths of Yami's guts with the admission of defeat. He looked at Kaiba and groaned. "Fine," he weakly conceded, "if you do these two favours for me, I'll owe you two favours in return." He watched Kaiba answer with an incline of his head. "However, there are limits to what these favours can be,' he stipulated. "Nothing sexual or degrading, and you can't force me into something I don't want to. Is that clear?"
"As you wish."
Placated, Yami looked down at his teacup between his hands and muttered, "I'll bring in the letter tomorrow then."
"Whenever," Kaiba replied with a shrug and signalled for the bill to be brought over. With a hurried glance at his watch, Yami realised they had fifteen minutes left of their lunch break.
The bill was promptly brought over on a small lacquered plate and gently placed on the table.
Reaching for it, Yami flipped the slip of paper over and looked at the total. Next, he dug into his bag for his wallet. "I'll get this," he offered. Ideally, he would have liked to go halves with Kaiba, since his pockets were still smarting from his date with Anzu and the subsequent drinking binge. However, the amount was affordable and he did owe Kaiba a meal after the Italian he was treated to. He didn't like owing people, least of all to those who are wealthy. He didn't want the other to think he was taking advantage of his wallet.
"You sure?" Hesitating in the retrieval of his wallet, Yami's generosity surprised Kaiba. A dark slender brow rose questioningly at the other man. "You don't have to foot the whole bill. We can go halves, you know."
Yami shook his head. "No worries," he said, getting up. "It's not every day I am able to treat the great Kaiba Seto to a meal. Let me get this one, okay?"
"Well, if you insist," Kaiba yielded and slid out of the booth. "But next time it'll be on me."
"Next time?" Yami's chin tilted up slightly in a challenging way. "Confident that there'll be a next time, are we?"
"I have ways of making you, you know."
"Oh?" Yami's eyes brightened, his interest piqued. "And how do you propose to do that?"
Stepping closer to the shorter male, Kaiba's lips quirked at the corners. "There's a delightful little thing called 'favours'."
Yami snorted a laugh as he made his way to the cashier behind the counter. Kaiba went to thank Yoshimori-san. After Yoshimori-san extracted a promise from the pair of their return, Kaiba and Yami left with a cheerful "goshisosama deshita" [7] to their servers.
Making their way back to the studios, Yami, for the sake of small talk, decided to broach the subject of the commercial.
"Hey, Kaiba-san."
Kaiba turned to look at Yami, but neither slowed down or utter a response. Yami saw it as his cue to continue. "I was wondering if you could fill me in on the commercial we're supposed to be doing."
There was a lengthy pause before Kaiba replied. "A few of us have been selected to star in a commercial for Kaiba Corp Communications," he said. "The selected individuals will be taking time off for the filming. The details will be announced at the end of the day."
Content with the information he'd been given, Yami pushed no further and the pair walked rest of the way in a comfortable silence.
O-o-O-o-O
"That will be all for today," Ota-san said through the speaker, "but I would like Kaiba-sensei, Marik-sensei, Yami-kun, Jou-kun, Honda-kun, Shizuka-san and Rebecca-san to remain. Everyone else, thank you for your hard work today."
As instructed, Yami remained where he was. Looking around him, it seems the main cast was selected for the sponsor's commercial. Kaiba got up and made his way to the front, his phone pressed against his ear. Yami could hear the name "Isono" as the brunet passed by him, but he failed to catch the rest of the conversation. Not that the conversation was long. By the time Ota-san had exited his booth, Kaiba had already put away his phone and was waiting for him.
Curiosity and excitement simmered inside Yami. The rest of the cast were suffering the same effects, only they were less quiet about it. Excited murmurs rippled around him, it grew when Isono appeared with a large bag in his hand.
"Kaiba-sama," Isono greeted, bowing first to his employer and then the director. He held out the bag to Kaiba.
Taking the bag, Kaiba told Isono to get a chair for him. After the chair was placed in front of him, Kaiba dismissed Isono. The latter disappeared from the room as quietly as he appeared, closing the door behind him.
"Right," began Ota-san when the door shut, "I am sure you know why you've been detained right now." He scanned the faces of his elite group of actors, beaming from ear to ear with pride. "Our benefactor, Kaiba Corp Communications, has requested to use you in the sponsoring commercial. It'll be beneficial for both parties since it promotes KCC as well as Broken Bonds. I'll pass you over to Kaiba-sensei who will brief you on the details. Sensei."
Kaiba nodded courteously to the director and murmured his thanks before turning to the seated actors. With all the attention on him, he launched into the briefing in CEO mode.
"As Ota-san said, each of you will be appearing in the sponsoring commercial for Broken Bonds. The idea is to film you individually using one of these . . ." Kaiba pulled out a small box from inside the bag. It had a picture of a cell phone on the front. Opening the box, he pulled out a shiny, touch-screen cell phone. The design was sleek and elegant, and the back was metallic red.
Cries of elation and gasps of wonder interrupted the silence.
Discarding the box, Kaiba held up the phone for all to see. "This is a product of the PRIDE series, KCC's newest generation of cell phones." Pointing to the back, he said, "We have customised the phone according to the main characters of Broken Bonds. The red one here is Osiris'." Kaiba approached Yami and handed him the phone.
Dumbstruck, Yami could only gape at Kaiba. He made no move to take the proffered item.
"Here," Kaiba thrust the phone in Yami's face, forcing the stunned man to take it. "Don't forget to take the box and the manual before you leave. It'll be useful if you can work out how to use the basics before you start shooting the commercial tomorrow, but not it's not essential considering the short notice."
"What?" Yami squeaked, finding his voice at last. "Tomorrow?"
Kaiba flashed Yami an evil grin as he moved away. "Each one of you will receive a phone in the colour associated with your character. Kisara will be pale aqua blue whilst Ra will be gold. Osiris is imperial red and so on . . . It will be ideal for you to familiarise yourself with some of the features as you'll be filmed using the device. However, don't worry if you can't because a KCC advisor will be on set to guide you."
Kaiba paused for a moment to let his audience to absorb what he said.
"In giving you the phones now, I expect you to take good care of it and ensure you have it with you on the day of the filming." Kaiba intentionally failed to inform them of the multiple back-up copies of the handset for emergencies. He hoped his colleagues would behave responsibly for their own props. "We have arranged filming dates according Ota-san and your schedules. Since Mutou currently has the least commitments right now, he will go first. I will provide you with the details of the time, date and location shortly. I trust you all to make your own way there and do not be late. After all, time is money. Any problems or questions, do no hesitate to let me know, understood?"
A murmur of "yes", "yep" and "uh-huh" greeted Kaiba.
"Good," the CEO said. "Please come to the front to collect your phone and info when I call your name. You may leave afterwards." Bending down, he picked up the box he discarded moments ago and a small brown envelope. "Mutou."
Yami promptly got up and made his way to Kaiba. He grasped the box and envelope and was about to withdraw his hand when he felt some resistance. When his enquiring gaze fell on Kaiba, the man said, "Isono will pick you up tomorrow morning at seven-thirty. Ensure you are ready by then."
"But I thought you said—"
"That applies to the others. You may have problems finding the location on your own or getting there on time, so I've decided to provide transport. It's less risky for everyone involved. Check out the details and let me know if its okay."
Yami wasn't sure if he should be offended or thrilled that Kaiba was making an exception for him. Nonetheless, he nodded his head and went back to his chair, ripping open the envelope and pulling out the letter as soon as his backside touched the padded seat. Kaiba went back to calling out names and distributing the items.
Zoning out the animated chatter, Yami studied the letter. His chosen location was by the coast—on a beach, to be precise—and miles away from where he lived. It was understandable why Kaiba saw fit to have someone take him there. Scanning further down, he saw no mention of dress code. He wondered what was appropriate attire for the commercial. He was about to ask Kaiba when Marik poked him in the ribs.
"Where are you allocated?" Yami held out the letter for him to see. "Ah, the beach! Nice!"
"And you?"
"A nightclub," Marik grinned, flapping his letter about.
"Tsk, figures," Yami scoffed, neatly folding up his letter and sliding it back into the envelope before stowing it in his bag. After that, he turned his attention to his phone he was holding and frowned at the high-tech device.
He never owned anything so exquisite before. The phone he was currently using was an ancient hand-me-down from Yuugi. He'd been using it for years despite Yuugi begging him to take his other phone after he upgraded. Yami had stubbornly refused, insisting he was comfortable with his old one.
Turning the PRIDE model over in his hands, he realised he was going to have difficulties trying to operate it. The frown deepened.
Judging by the scowl Yami was sporting, Marik guessed what the other was thinking. "Look here," he said, shifting closer to Yami and cupping the hand that was holding the phone with his. "Press this button, like so, and it switches on."
As predicted, the screen lit up and after a few seconds, the KCC logo appeared and a familiar tinkle of a tune rang out.
"See?" Still holding Yami's hand, Marik sounded pleased with himself. "And the tune is part of the opening theme for Broken Bonds."
Impressed, Yami mouthed a silent "oh" at Marik, until a faint beep drew his attention away. A few colourful icons appeared on the screen and the frown returned.
"If you want, I could teach you how to use this over dinner," Marik eagerly proposed.
On hearing the invitation, Yami's head jerked up so fast that he almost got whiplash. "It's fine," he replied, pulling his hand away from Marik's, "I'll ask Kaiba-san since there's something else I wish to know."
"And what's that, Mutou?" Kaiba's tall presence loomed over the seated pair. Yami had to crane his neck back to see the lofty man. Ota-san stood beside him, grinning.
"Is there was a dress code I should be aware of or can I wear what I like?"
"Your outfit for the commercial will be provided on the set, so you can dress however you like," Kaiba coolly supplied, his eyes narrowing at Marik's close proximity to Yami. "Also, you are only need to know how to receive a call and someone will be able to help you with that. The theme allocated to you will be made clear at the time. For now, I suggest you go home and get plenty of rest. Tomorrow will be a long day for you."
Slowly nodding, Yami gave Kaiba a weary smile. Switching off the phone, he carefully slotted it back into the interior of the box and closed the lid. He packed it carefully into his bag after.
Marik got to his feet the same time as Yami stood up, his belongings in hands. "I'll take you home," he offered, but was met with a shake of the tricolour head and quiet words of refusal. Marik sighed and looked crestfallen.
It made Yami feel bad that he had repeatedly declined the man, but prudence reigned over pity and guilt. He really didn't want Marik to know where he lived just yet, no matter how noble the Egyptian acted yesterday.
Bowing to Ota-san, Marik and Kaiba, Yami bade them farewell. Then he moved over to the others who were clamoured together and engrossed with their phones. Words of awe drifted away from the group as they chatted away. After indulging in their chatter, he said his goodbyes and made his way out, the cries of "good luck" echoing loud in his ears.
On exiting the building, Yami pulled out his old phone and switched it back on. It chimed to inform him of the messages received. Stopping, Yami quickly scrolled through them to see if any required his immediate attention and gasped when a particular name appeared on the screen. Without hesitating, he opened the message. It read:
-'If there is anything you wish to know or are unsure of, you can ask me. Good luck for tomorrow. Kaiba.'
Sure, the message was short and deprived of sappy sentiments, but for Yami, it made his heart race a little faster and produced a small spring in his step.
The question of whether Anzu and Kaiba will hook up still hung in the air, but somehow he felt a little of his disappointment subside in light of those few encouraging words. It made him feel as if Kaiba genuinely cared for him.
Grinning insanely, Yami pressed a quick reply to Kaiba:
-'Will do, and thanks!'
After sending the message, Yami continued on his way. His steps had a slight bounce to it as he meandered away in his thoughts.
What would the future hold for the three of them, he asked himself?
Ultimately, the decision was Kaiba's to make. It was up to him to accept Anzu's love or not . . .
Would he accept Anzu? Would he pursue a relationship with her?
Yami stopped in his tracks, his brow furrowed in confusion as he replayed the question in his mind.
Would he accept Anzu? Would he pursue a relationship with her?
Again, like the first time, he felt his heart clench tightly when the thought surfaced.
For moment, Yami didn't know which he minded more . . .
Losing Anzu to Kaiba . . .
Or vice versa . . .
~To Be Continued~
Author's Note: I know many of you were disappointed that Kaiba and Yami didn't immediately hook-up after the events of last chapter, but I believe the pair have a lot of work cut out for them before they can really begin dating. Both are suspicious of the other's feelings and neither can trust the other completely to commit themselves fully. With that said, progress will be made and the future chapters will be scattered with delicious Pride moments. It will take time getting there, but I promise the journey will be worth it.
So, after the long absence, I hope this chapter was worth the wait. Again, I apologise for the tardiness, but in my defence, I have been working on my other fics.
Finally, thoughts and comments are much appreciated and cherished. It lets me know that people still interested in this story and that I should continue.
For those who have left me their thoughts and supported this, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Without your dedication, this never would have gotten this far. Know that your comments mean the world to me. It puts a huge smile on my face, it makes me feel guilty when I don't update quickly, and it makes me feel loved. Thank you so much. *bows*
[1] Itadakimasu: the Japanese say it before meals. It means: "I gratefully receive".
[2] Chasuu: Barbeque pork.
[3] Nori: Seaweed.
[4] Gyoza: Pork dumplings.
[5] Tempura Prawns: Deep-fried prawns in a light batter.
[6] Agedashi Tofu: Fried Tofu.
[7] Goshisosama deshita: It means: "thank you for the meal" and is said to the staff when leaving the establishment.
Replies to unsigned reviews:
~Ariana: I hope you had a good break, and that you've managed to chill and catch up on stuff. Your plan sound like utter bliss! Good Luck to you when school starts, I seriously don't envy you at all.
Yami has his limits, and Marik's stretching and over-stepping them all the time. It's thinning his patience. Add the little crisis Yami is having regarding his impending confession to Anzu and the coldness of Kaiba's treatment, I think the poor guy's tolerance towards the hentai is diminishing fast. As for Yami getting physical, he can always encourage Rebecca to do the beating for him. I am sure she'll be happy to oblige! *grin* I lol'd at your version of Yami's mental breakdown. It makes me want to write Yuugi's appearance more than ever. I can't wait for the little mite to meet the rest of the cast.
Yami is used to Yuugi and Anzu's teasing, so he knows they don't mean anything malicious.
Hahahaha, yeah, that was some twist! But can you blame Anzu for falling for Kaiba? The guy is so damn good-looking and sexy and even more so in real life that one can't, but help fall for him. Anzu is star-struck and obsessed. Hopefully, this chapter have somewhat allayed your fears and pacified you somewhat.
There's not gonna be more yaoi BB for now. I did it to satisfy a whim and because some readers expressed an interest for Orangeshipping. Since I did a Purpleshipping one, I thought I'd be fair and write an Orange one. After all, Anzu is a fervent Orange fan.
OMG! Your kitties sound like they are having so much fun! It's must be entertaining to watch them racing up and down the hallway. Awwwww, I am in love with Yeti! I wanna pet it so bad! *pouts*
Thanks for reading and reviewing, as always, it's good to hear from you. *hugs*
~Tessla:
Thank you for your thoughts on the relationship between characters, though I am unsure on whether you are referring to Yami/Kaiba/Marik's relationship, Osiris/Ra/Obelisk's relationship or both.
I know it's really hard to choose, especially when you like all the characters and loathe picking one over the other. However, one thing I have to take into consideration is: some of the characters won't want to share. Kaiba's possessiveness is legendary! In canon, the guy can't even bear the thought of another possessing a copy of his precious Blue Eyes White Dragon card, can you imagine how he would feel if someone was actually kissing or caressing the lover he deems as his—even if Yami is willing? He won't even tolerate being second place to Anzu, which was why he withdrew his advances. Ra is of the same mind-set.
I know what you mean though, and your intentions means well for the trio. L I've read lots of that revolves around polyamorous relationships because the authors ship certain characters as opposed to specific pairings, and there is an audience for it. It can work if the characters are flexible enough. Unfortunately, Kaiba's character is a too unforgiving to allow that to happen. I hope it hasn't put you off the story now.
~Yami E:
LOl, yes, it is an evil ending to the chapter, but I am glad you see it in a good way.
Ah, I know what you mean about being loyal/supportive to the pairings you ship. I am thankful that most of the Pride fics I've read tend to focus on the Pride couple. In the Kingdom Hearts fandom a fic can focus on several pairings at the same time. It's so frustrating when all I want to read about is the couple I like. It's one of the reasons I added the Yami/Yuugi telephone conversation plus the Yami/Anzu date in this chapter. I knew readers would have been antsy for some Yami even if it weren't pride. Those two scenes weren't in the initial chapter. I added them in when I was proofing. In other words, I don't blame you for skipping; I would have done the same too.
Lol, Marik should be afraid of what Kaiba would do to him if he hurts Yami—not to mention Ishizu, who seems fond of Yami.
Yes, Weevil makes an appearance in the fic as Anzu's creepy co-worker. Initially, I was going to have some handsome guy work with Anzu so she could fall in love with him and thus reject Yami, but I couldn't find someone attractive enough for that role. As for Mahado, I wasn't planning on adding him, but I think I have the perfect role for him—even if it's a small one. Yes, it's doable and since I love him, I don't see why I can't use him too. Be patient though, it might be a while before it happens.
I understand your concern for BB, I would love to explore that universe very much and would have if I didn't have so much on my plate already. Every time I finish writing a BB scene, a new one pops up. It's one of the reasons I should take a break from it. BB covers two of my favourite genres: fantasy and angst. The former is something I have yet to explore in my writing, but I am eager to do so because it means infinite possibilities. Initially, I was going to insert a BB scene in this chapter, but the length made it impossible and I didn't have time to work one out. It would have been the Osiris cross-dressing scene. Hopefully, you'll read it pretty soon.
Trust me, Tristan's voice actor change was a good call. The original VA made Tristan sound like Barney, the pink dinosaur! It was even mentioned in the YGO!Abridged Series. It was awful! Greg Abbey was at least easy on the ear.
Yep, Tristan's VA = Yusei's VA. I was relieved that Greg Abbey didn't get to voice Yuugi/Yami as well. I wouldn't have fallen in love with YGO! with Abbey's voice . . . well, I wouldn't have fallen in love with Dan's Yuugi voice either, it was his "Yami" voice I fell in love with and therefore drew me into YGO!
To be honest, I tend to watch most animes in Japanese since the voicing is way better, however, there are instances where the dubs are on par with the subs and, in some rare cases, better than the subs. The anime, Hellsing, in my opinion, is better dubbed than subbed. I agree it is safer to stick with the subbed version of YGO! because 4Kids did butcher a lot of scenes and characters. The only reason I haven't watched the subbed version in its entirety is I absolutely adore Dan Green's voice.
I am glad you understand my point about OoCness. I know it's hard to stomach OoCness sometimes, so thank you for tolerating it. *hugs* That fic with the really OoC wimpy Yusei sounds frightening! It must be frustrating to see others accept and believe the character to be "in character" when it clearly isn't. No wonder you have a huge dislike for OoCness! I'd be scarred too! You can say it's the same when it comes to some pairings. Some characters you can't pair up because it means they will be "out of character" if they want to be together. It's simply neither plausible nor believable! It's wrong on so many levels. *shudders*
Anyways, thank you so much for your lovely review. It's always a pleasure hearing from you. *hugs again*
~Sameh:
Yay! I am chuffed you enjoyed this chapter! It's a relief to know I haven't somehow screwed it up.
Yeah, Anzu had shot him down thoroughly. I know it was cruel, but it was necessary. Finally, we can move on to the next step of Yami's screwed-up love life. I agree Yami has no more excuses to reject Kaiba's advances, but it won't mean things will be a cakewalk for him. He still has plenty of problems to overcome. If it's not the issue of his sexuality, it's his insecurity . . . or even his plain-assed stubbornness. We can only hope Kaiba can be patient with him. After all, it's all good things to those who wait, right? And Yami is sooooo worth waiting for, right? *grins*
I really enjoyed writing the Marik/drunk!Yami conversation a few years back. I loved the responses of all the characters involved. It was priceless trying to imagine their reactions. I don't think I'll ever tire of writing a drunk Yami. I am pleased you enjoyed Kaiba's surprised reaction. I liked catching Kaiba unawares; he's so funny to imagine!
Well, I think this chapter has answered the question of who found Yami, though you were right in assuming it was Marik. *applauds*
Thank you for your lovely review (your enthusiasm just sweeps me away) and it's always a pleasure to hear from you. I hope you had a lovely Easter and that you got given lots of chocolate eggs! Thank you and take care now~! *glomps back*