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10-10-2-Do-You Too

Chapter 3

Cache Cleared


"Can I come in?"

"Yes."

Malik opened the door to his sister putting her earrings on. The small cushion cut diamond earrings matched her cushion cut diamond necklace, hanging from a dainty silver chain. Her long hair remained straight and tucked behind each ear in preparation for her cap.

Malik loved that his sister went with the pants versus the dress she brought. Her high waist straight leg pants were navy-blue. They were fitted around the waist and hips, but flared out from there, giving a professional and chic appearance. She paired them with a long sleeve white off the shoulder top.

He grabbed her deep navy-blue robe and helped her put it on. He draped her blue and white honor cords around her neck, making sure they sat perfectly. He grabbed the navy-blue cap on the dresser with the white tassel, and gently placed it on her head. Isis dutifully handed him bobby pins as he made sure it was secure.

Malik squeezed Isis' shoulders as he admired her in the mirror. "It's time..."

"Malik..." Isis watched her brother's eyes well up with tears of pride in the mirror. "You promised not to make me cry."

"Don't be ridiculous." Malik wiped his eyes, turning his back to his sister. "No one's crying." He took in a deep breath and faced his sister with red eyes, "Are you ready to go or not?"

Isis half laughed, half sobbed to the bratty tone and hugged him close, burying her face in his neck. "Thank you..." She tried to reel in her emotions, but the flood gates were open. She quietly cried on his shoulder. "I couldn't have done it without you."

Malik pressed his forehead against her hair. His tears fell silently as he continued to hold his sister. "I'm so proud of you," he whispered. "And I'll always support you."

The siblings shared a quiet (weepy) moment, both understanding how far they'd both come. Isis' diploma didn't just mark a milestone for her but was a testament to Malik's growth as a person. Whether Malik accepted it or not, Isis viewed this as a win for them both. She would forever be grateful to have him in her life.

"Isis, we have to go." Malik grabbed a tissue from off the vanity and handed it to her.

Isis dabbed at her eyes and nodded.

"Before I forget." Malik jogged out of the room and returned with a shoe box. "For you."

Isis opened the lid and found a pair of white pumps, that were almost identical to the pair that were ruined during their trip to Japan. "Malik, you didn't..."

Malik could see the tears welling up in his sister's eyes, "Isis, stop crying and put the shoes on."

Isis laughed as she followed directions, pushing her emotions down. "Perhaps you need to be taught another lesson with this new pair."

"After your ceremony," Malik teased.

Once Isis put her new shoes on and touched up her make up, she followed her brother into the living room. Marik was out on the balcony watching the droves of graduates and families coming and going, while Duke sat on the couch on his smart-phone. Both perked up when Isis came in.

"Summa Cum Laude? How about Summa Cum hottie! You look great."

Isis laughed, "Thank you and never say that again, Duke."

"Noted." Duke winked at her.

Marik came inside and sucked in a lungful of air, "You smell like someone with a higher education."

"Let's go before someone else says something stupid." Malik passed Isis her purse and grabbed the room key.

"Not so fast." Duke rushed to his room and returned with a ring-light and set up his smart-phone. "A few pictures before we leave."

What was only supposed to be a few photos, turned into a twenty-minute photoshoot where Isis took individual photos, one-on-one photos with each person, followed by multiple group shots. When Duke was satisfied, he put his ring-light away and motioned everyone out.

The four made their way out of the hotel to the parking lot. Marik didn't fight Isis for the front seat like he did at the airport. Maybe he cared more about her graduation than he led on. Duke started the car and headed to Penn State's campus. They made sure to book nearby so the trek wasn't far. Thanks to the tours and fanfare of the day before, they knew where to park.

Marik hopped out first and got the door for Isis, hoisting her into his arms bridal style. "Marik what are you doing!"

Marik jerked his head towards the grass. "Your heels will sink and get dirty." He hip-checked the door closed.

"Well...thank you."

"Good work minion," Malik praised as he shoved a few animal crackers into Marik's mouth. Malik checked his pockets to make sure he had the tickets ready. "Duke, did you bring the camera?"

"Yes, dear." Duke draped an arm around Malik's neck, "Relax bro. I got the camera and the charger in my bag." He patted a black leather bag.

Even after the grass turned to asphalt, Marik continued to carry Isis. She was appreciative as she watched a few people struggle in their heels.

"Down minion," Malik instructed when they were outside the auditorium.

Marik dutifully put Isis down and fixed her cords. He opened his mouth and again Malik shoved animal crackers in.

"We'll see you after the ceremony, OK?" Malik gave Isis a long hug for good luck. Marik wrapped his arms around both, always ready for hugs. Duke also joined in the group hug.

"I'll see you soon."

Isis headed towards the graduate entrance and checked in, preparing to line up. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her palms were sweaty. She couldn't believe this! Today was her day and while she wished a certain person were able to see this moment with her, she was oh so grateful for the ones that were there. She could feel the tears welling up and fought them back.

When music started playing throughout the auditorium, she promised herself to soak up every second going forward.

State College, Pennsylvania

Kaiba stood in the mirror inspecting his cobalt blue suit, paired with a simple white button-down, wine-red tie and matching pocket square, with cognac brown dress shoes. He adjusted the jacket and buttoned it in the middle, followed by adjusting his side parted hair. This was another rare occasion his bangs were pushed away from his forehead, and his gold round shaped wireframe glasses were in place.

"Isono?"

The door cracked open, "Sir?"

"Let's go."

"Yes sir."

Isono held the door open and led Kaiba out of the locker-room, speaking into his earpiece. Kaiba, Isono, and two other security men escorted Kaiba out of one of the three Penn State fitness centers.

Kaiba landed at University Park Airport roughly an hour ago. What would've been a thirteen-and-a-half-hour flight was only six hours thanks to the military grade mechanics of his Blue-Eyes jet. He spent most of the flight holding meetings, giving final approvals, and handling emails.

Upon his arrival, his team got him access to a fitness center to freshen up. The last thing Kaiba would do was show up uninvited, not looking or smelling his best. Now with his shower complete and his freshly pressed suit on, he couldn't wait to make an entrance.

Despite all the work distractions, an anticipation he didn't expect started building. He didn't want to accept that he was eager to see Isis. No, this was built on making an entrance – proving a point that he didn't need an invitation to show up. Missing her was not a part of the plan.

A golf cart pulled up with four more security guards. Two went inside the building to secure Kaiba's items and lock up, while the other two remained. Kaiba and Isono got in the back seat of the cart and off they headed to the auditorium.

"Sir?"

"What?"

Isono reached over and adjusted his tie. He gave him a thumbs-up.

Kaiba felt his ears warm and rolled his eyes. He really wanted to fire the man.

The golf cart came to a stop and Isono and the two other men stepped off, escorting Kaiba into the auditorium. Some people eyed him with interest. It wasn't until Kaiba heard someone gasp his name, he knew it was only a matter of time before news got out that he was there. His PR team would panic, just like when he returned to Japan from Las Vegas.

It was an absolute circus of gossip around the towers for weeks after Kaiba came back. Some associates stared at him openly, intrigued that he was seen in a romantic situation. Others gave him side-eye, convinced the woman from social media was an escort. Kaiba didn't feed into any of the rumors, not even the ones going around the public relations department. He told them that Isis was an acquaintance and that their privacy was imperative.

Kaiba pretended not to notice the few not-so-subtle attendees recording him on their phones, as he trekked past the sections of seats. Isono paused, pointing where other security personnel were seated. Kaiba took his seat, with Isono on his right, three men behind him, three men before him and one on each side. He was encircled by security.

Kaiba instructed his team to get him seated way back in the cheap seats of the auditorium. He didn't want to draw too much attention to himself or be easily spotted.

"Sir?"

Kaiba felt a pat on his shoulder. He reached back to take a pair of binoculars given by one of his rear seated guards. Kaiba used them to scan the crowd, paying close attention to the seats reserved for family. Sure enough, he spotted two blondes and wavy black hair.

Duke was holding a camera while Malik whispered something in his ear. Marik seemed uninterested in the whole affair. Kaiba had a feeling Duke didn't discuss their conversation, because the tattoo artist was looking around the auditorium, searching for someone. Searching for Kaiba. He lowered the binoculars with a smirk.

When 'Pomp and Circumstance Marches' by Amadeo Mariscal Lopez and Edward Elgar started playing over the speakers, Kaiba felt that unexpected excitment double.

"Did you get a program Isono?"

"Yes sir." Isono handed him the bulletin. "Page 9."

Kaiba flipped to the page to find her name among the other graduates:

'Isis Ishtar – Bachelor of Arts in Anthropology and Linguistics

Summa Cum Laude'

Kaiba felt his chest swell with pride. Isis was beautiful and smart. He cleared his throat, "Did you see, Isono? Summa Cum Laude."

"She's a hard worker sir."

When they got to Isis' department, Kaiba sat up straighter. He spotted her even before using the binoculars. That long black hair was a dead giveaway. His heart was pounding, and he felt jittery. Holy shit, they were in the same room for the first time in five months.

He grabbed the binoculars to get a closer look. He forgot just how inky black and full her hair was; it brushed against her back as she marched with the other students. She had a small, sweet smile on her lips – the conservative one he knew too well, but those eyes.

Isis was happy and Kaiba was happy she was wearing pants. He cursed her graduation robe for hiding the booty. He could only imagine how it looked curving against the taupe-colored material. She stood before her chair, primly waiting to be seated. When she was, Kaiba caught a glimpse of those globes then cursed the chair. He wanted Isis to sit on his—OK, relax Kaiba.

Slowly he lowered the binoculars and tried to remind himself he wasn't even invited to this event. Now was not the time to get seduced by another pair of her pants. This was a trip rooted in pettiness; he couldn't wait to see the look on Isis' face when he stood before her.

"...virtual or living at the dorms, the faculty of this university does not discriminate in how education is presented..."

Kaiba spent the ceremony checked out and antsy. He was grateful this wasn't a traditional graduation, running long with even more empty speeches and slideshows. Thirty minutes in, graduates were lining up to be presented with their diplomas. Isis was soon waiting at the stairs.

"Get the damn camera Isono," Kaiba barked from behind his binoculars.

Isono spoke in his earpiece and a suited man down on the floor, pulled out an expensive camera and positioned himself near the university's own photographer.

"Isis Ishtar, Summa Cum Laude."

Kaiba and the rest of the auditorium were startled by the tooting of airhorns, ethnic ululations (Kaiba knew a zaghrouta when he heard one), and a roaring scream that was horrifying and clearly coming from Marik. Kaiba watched Isis through his binoculars as she held back tears, both happy and embarrassed by the fanfare. She took her diploma, posed for her photo, and just like that, it was over.

Kaiba flew six hours for thirty-seconds. It was worth it.

Post-Graduation Ceremony

Isis stood outside the auditorium holding her decorative diploma in her hand. Graduates, family, friends, and faculty were all filing out of the auditorium, as another graduation was scheduled in a few hours.

"How do you feel?" Malik asked with a big smile.

"Amazing!" Isis couldn't contain her happiness. "I didn't expect the walk to be, so, well invigorating!"

"Did you hear us?" Marik asked as he pretended not to notice the concerned stares from passersby.

"How could I not?"

Marik gave a devious smile.

Duke was holding his camera going through the photos. "Isis you look so good. You're going to love these."

"Make a path, please make a path," a man's voice firmly requested in the background of the crowd.

"There must be another golf cart coming through," Isis suspected. A few transporting attendees came through a few times, shouting for others to move.

Duke looked through the crowd and spotted a group of security guards. "No fucking way..."

"What?" Malik turned to look in the same direction, only to have Duke turn him back forward.

"Nothing bro! I just uh, saw a hot mom."

"There were a lot in there," Malik agreed.

"I could make you a hot mom, Duke," Marik offered, attempting to squeeze himself between Malik and Duke.

Malik did not budge. He elbowed the taller man in the gut. "I told you not to make a scene today."

Marik dutifully returned to behaving but he wasn't happy about it.

"W-why don't we get out of here?" Duke nervously chuckled as that gray suit barricade was getting closer and closer. He could hear a few gasps and murmuring voices asking who the man in the blue suit was. "Let's get some lunch on me!"

Marik opened his mouth to make a lewd comment that Malik shut down with a withering glare and a handful of animal crackers.

"That sounds lovely," Isis was still looking down at her mock-diploma. "What did you have in mind Duke?"

Duke could nearly make out the top of a brunet head. "Uuuhhh, whatever you want." He motioned with his hands to move the group towards the parking lot. Duke had no idea what consequences waited for once again keeping something from Malik and Isis. He'd run from this as long as he could. "Any place as far from here as possible!"

The four started their trek back to the car. Duke glanced back every now and then to make sure they were making distance. When he could no longer see a gray suit, he let out a deep sigh of relief. Crises avoided—

In front of their rental was the very group of graysuits. They dramatically parted and revealed none other than the Seto Kaiba. The visceral reaction that rippled through the four naturally drew attention to themselves. Duke made a loud choking noise as he grabbed his chest, nearly falling over his own feet. Malik's eyes were comically large as Marik looked to Malik for answers. But Isis, Isis was sure she was dead.

The rumble of the crowd went radio silent. Security personnel surrounding a very handsome man that looked exactly like her boyfriend was in front of her. And in this after life vision (she didn't know her imagination would be so active in death) her boyfriend looked damn good.

Kaiba was eating up the shocked silence and wished he could bottle the satisfaction it gave him. He took a hand from his pocket and snapped his fingers.

Isono stepped forward holding a large bouquet of white cala lilies and red roses. He tried to hand them to Isis, but she wouldn't lift her arms to take them, utterly lost in the awe of it all. He awkwardly looked back at Kaiba who motioned him on. Isono instead shoved the flowers in Duke's arms who instinctually grasped them close to his chest. Isono then returned to his position.

Had anyone been in their right mind, they would have been annoyed by the amount of swagger in Kaiba's stride as he walked up to Isis. He reached into his coat pocket and procured a famous robin's egg blue colored box with a white bow on top. He opened the top and revealed a charm bracelet.

The links were oval shaped, made from thin sterling silver. There were three silver charms hanging from the bracelet. The first was a graduation cap with the tassel moved to the correct side. The second was a rolled-up diploma with 'SCL' (summa cum laude) etched into it. The final charm was a lion mid-roar representing Penn State's mascot, the Nittany Lion.

The last two links had 1 carat princess cut jewels encased in silver. One was a white diamond, the other a twilight sapphire. Together they perfectly showcased Penn State's official colors of white and navy blue.

Isis blinked. What was happening?

Kaiba removed the bracelet and handed off the empty box. He grabbed Isis' hand and the simple touch felt amazing. He wrapped the delicate piece of jewelry around her wrist and clasped it in place. Her arm flopped back in place after he let it go.

"Congratulations on your graduation."

Isis looked to her brother to find him processing what was happening. But when she looked at Duke the man was nervous – skittish even. He flinched when they made eye contact. She returned her vision to Kaiba.

"I don't understand." Isis was whispering – she couldn't summon her full voice.

"Neither do I. Where was my invitation?"

Isis understood why Duke was so jumpy. "You told him Duke?"

"I–…" Duke didn't know what to say, especially with Malik was giving him the stink eye. At least Marik was smiling but it was for all the wrong reasons.

Kaiba was not a fan of this side conversation. "Forget about Devlin, what's done is done. I'm here."

I'm here.

Isis shifted her attention back to Kaiba with her heart hammering in her chest. The shock was wearing off and the fact that Seto Kaiba was standing a foot away was both overwhelming and extremely exciting. She took her bouquet of flowers from Duke and held them primly to her chest.

Isis cleared her throat and investigated her flowers, "When did you arrive?"

"In time to see you walk." Kaiba read between the lines of that question and jumped straight to the point.

"Oh?" Isis felt extremely shy having those eyes looking at her as intensely as they were. "I'm happy you saw me walk." A light breeze picked up, brushing some of her hair over her shoulder as she formally met his eyes.

Kaiba looked at her skin, her hair, the almond shape of those blue eyes – he was fucked. "Yeah." He tucked his hands in his suit pants to hide his twitching fingers. He wasn't one for PDA, but he wanted to tuck her hair back behind her ear.

"How long will you be here?"

"I'm flying back soon."

Soon. This felt and sounded familiar.

Isis could only wonder what Kaiba put off to successfully do such a grand gesture. Rather than focus any more time on the logistics of the situation, Isis decided to live in the moment.

"We're going to eat. Would you and your…friends like to join us?" She gave a cordial smile to the security detail. A few of the suits awkwardly looked away.

"Actually, we are going to eat." Malik motioned between Isis and Kaiba, "Not sure what you two will be doing..."

Isis gave Malik a torn look.

"Today's your day Okhti – spend it how you want." And it was obvious his sister wanted time with Kaiba. "We'll have dinner later, on Duke." The blond slapped Duke's back in a not so bro-way, Duke grimacing. "Least he owes us for keeping secrets, again."

"I'd like to keep a secret with you Duke." Marik leaned in closer fluttering his eyelashes. "A long, hard, deep secret."

Malik gave Marik a withering stare. "Behave." Marik giggled darkly but didn't continue. "We'll catch up with you later." Malik ushered Marik and Duke back to their rental.

Isis continued to stare. Kaiba came all this way to see her walk across a stage. This was something he could've watched in a video but that wasn't good enough. She couldn't comprehend the choice, but it was just so very…Seto. Impulsive. Irresponsible. Considerate.

The sparkle to Isis' eyes threatened to pull a smile from Kaiba's lips. "We should get lunch."

The team lead Kaiba and Isis to a black Chevy Tahoe, Isono getting the door for Isis while Kaiba entered on the opposite side. "Very nice to mee you Ms. Ishtar. I'm Isono, Kaiba's head of security."

Isis wondered about the man's eyes hidden behind his sunglasses. "Nice to meet you too."

Isono closed the door and got into the passenger seat.

Isis was disappointed the second row had two free standing seats. She wanted to close the space between them. Kaiba seemed to quietly share her sentiment, as he casually placed his hand on the back of her headrest.

The food options weren't vast or fancy in the small college town, but Kaiba's team already worked out the details. "Which would you prefer Ms. Ishtar?" Isono motioned to another passenger. One of the two guards sitting in the backseat kindly took her bouquet, while the other passed Isis a tablet showing a list of local restaurants.

"Wherever is fine."

"Choose what you want."

Isis felt her body react to Kaiba's instructions and made the mistake of looking at him. Those stormy blue eyes were laser focused on her. Quickly she shifted her attention back to the tablet, fighting the butterflies.

One of the choices was a cute mom and pop Italian restaurant. She selected the option, and it was highlighted blue. The car's navigation system came to life, showing the driver directions to the restaurant.

"Is this the correct place Ms. Ishtar?" Isono asked.

"Yes."

Isono motioned to the driver and the car headed out of the parking lot. "We'll be there soon." The guard in the backseat took the tablet back with a small nod.

Isis stared out the window, lost in what was happening. Did she really graduate? Was she really in a car full of security guards? Was Kaiba really here staring at her? She looked back in his direction and yes, yes, he was.

Much like Isis, Kaiba was taking it all in. Five months felt like a lifetime now that he was here. He didn't think it was possible, but in five months she looked even better.

"I should take this off…" Isis mumbled about her cap and robe. She didn't want to get it dirty and felt a little silly still wearing it.

Kaiba was more than ready for her to take off anything.

Isis first removed her honor cords, followed by shimmying out of her gown. The same guard that handed her the tablet was kind enough to provide a tote bag for her items. She took it, folding her gown and placing her cords inside. She reached up and started the process of removing the bobby pins from her cap.

Kaiba's eyes roved over Isis' form. The gown hid way too much. Now he could see the shoulders, collarbones, and neck that seduced him. The thick thighs that entranced him in white pants. The breasts he'd had in his mou—relax. How was he thinking like this in a car full of his men?

"You're not going to wear your cap and gown all day?" The question was to redirect his thoughts. It came out less snarky than intended.

"Would you find it in bad taste if I did?"

"No, but it would be cheesy."

Isis' giggle bubbled up quicker than she could stop it. She felt so giddy hearing his voice without the hum of technology.

The sound hit Kaiba's ears like water to parched lips.

Isis took the cap off and placed it in the bag. "I didn't rent like most of the online students – I bought my cap and gown. I'm going to take graduation photos."

Kaiba moved the hand that was resting on her headrest. He didn't know if this was a good idea but fuck it, he needed a tiny touch. A little taste. He started the process of gently fixing the stray hairs on her head. Kaiba's hand trailed from her hair, gently resting it on her neck, his thumb rubbing against an exposed collarbone.

The small touch was more than enough for Isis' body to warm considerably. His bare hand touching her bare skin felt sinfully good. "I…not me, but Duke hired a photographer." Why was she rambling? Did she sound a little breathless?

"There's very few things Devlin is good at, taking a good picture is one." Kaiba licked his lips, wanting so badly to touch more.

"Did you just compliment Duke...?" The hand on Isis' neck shifted to the back of her neck. His thumb and middle finger gently massaging the sides of her nape.

"Maybe..." Was his raspy reply. He gave her a slow head to toe scan. "Are you wearing their colors?"

"You mean my colors?" Isis licked her lips, catching his eyes following the action. "I am a Penn state graduate."

"Uh huh..." He couldn't think straight.

Kaiba couldn't hear the hum of the car or honk of the cars. All he could hear was Isis' breathing, he could smell her perfume, he could feel her bare skin. He could see those striking sapphire eyes. Nothing stood between them but oxygen. Oxygen he felt like was being sucked from the car. He imagined pulling her forward, bringing those eyes and lips close. But a quick reminder of his settings (Isono's not so subtle cough) had him moving his hand back to the head rest.

"When do you take pictures?"

Isis felt like she could breathe again with his hand gone. "At my graduation dinner. We'll take them before everyone arrives."

"Did he hire a professional?"

Kaiba's hand was itching to touch her again. He occupied his busy hands with his smart-phone, checking a slew of emails and missed calls. A message from Yami had the photo-op with the mayor of Domino attached. He didn't regret missing it.

"Duke did. Apparently, he's friends with a lot of photographers."

"We've arrived," Isono announced as they made a right turn into a parking lot. The driver backed into a space and Isono got out, heading straight into the restaurant solo.

The driver reached up to his earpiece and nodded, receiving instructions from who she assumed was Isono. He killed the engine and got out, opening the door for Isis. Isis and Kaiba were led into the restaurant by the two guards in the backseat, the driver returning behind the wheel.

The restaurant was done up in classic red booths, dark wood floors, and white-and-red checkered tablecloths. Art lined the walls while soft instrumental music crooned through the speakers, led by a romantic Italian mandolin. Many out-of-towners and their graduates were present taking photos, sharing wine and pizza that smelled amazing. Isis didn't realize how hungry she was, having skipped breakfast due to her anxious stomach. ok

Isono was standing by the hostess table. "This is the party ma'am."

The woman nodded and led them towards the back of the establishment.

Many people paused as they passed by, whispering to one another about who they were and why they were there. A few had their phones out taking video or photo of the out of place group. Isis wondered if she should have kept her cap and gown on, at least they'd look less suspicious knowing they were with a graduate. That wouldn't have made a difference, since the Seto Kaiba was passing through, graduation or not.

The hostess pulled back a red curtain to a back room of private booths and tables occupied by very few groups. "Here are your seats." The hostess set two menus down at a booth. "Someone will be with you shortly to take your order."

Isono was pointing around the room, giving orders to the two guards, before he came over to Isis and Kaiba's table. "Sir?"

"We're fine," Kaiba said, not looking up from the menu.

Isono nodded and took his post right by the curtains off to the side so as not to get in the way of the waitstaff. The other two guards spread out: one stood by the side exit while the other was close to the bathrooms. The only person that had a clear line of sight to Isis and Kaiba was Isono and with his sunglasses on, Isis had no clue where he was looking. The whole situation was so bizarre.

Isis laughed quietly to herself. "I didn't know I was having lunch with the mob boss' son."

Kaiba almost smiled. The statement was more accurate than Isis understood.

Isis scanned the pizza selections, "Are you going to make me an offer I can't refuse, Seto?"

Before Kaiba could stop, he quipped, "Haven't I already?"

The dreamy shock evaporated to nothing. Isis tilted the menu down to find Kaiba's undivided attention. She was having déjà vu: sitting across from Kaiba in her bedroom back in Nevada. The stare told her exactly what was on his mind,

Impulsive. Irresponsible. Considerate. The perfect cocktail for an ambush.


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We have finally gotten these two in the same room. I can't wait for y'all to see what's coming down the line.

Arabic Words:

Okhti - Sister

Zaghrouta - Best described in English as "Ululation". It is a form of a long, wavering, high-pitched vocal sound representing trills of joy. It is produced by emitting a high-pitched loud voice accompanied by a rapid back and forth movement of the tongue.

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Lovereading92: Is it really trustshipping if everyone isn't so damn untrusting? Hahaha. While it drives me insane, it's one of the many reasons I love this couple so much. Yami and Kaiba as a duo is always better, but we'll see how long Yami can chill hm out.

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