Seto kept his arms firmly crossed and glared at the man, deciding it was better to treat him like air. That usually worked when he was famous.
He brushed past the man arrogantly and froze when he felt the man catch him by the elbow with a clammy hand, and his stomach twisted with fear and disgust.
"Don't touch me!" Seto spat, and he swallowed nervously when he heard his own, high-pitched voice. Cool. It sounded very girly and feminine. Then maybe it would work if he shouted, "…You psycho pervert!" And his voice echoed up and down the sidewalk, turning a few heads from the other side of the street, and the man's mouth dropped open in shock, his grip loosening enough for Seto to wrench his arm out of his grip and run down the sidewalk to the crowded crossing, desperate for cover of other people.
He barged through the stand-still crowd and stopped breathlessly at the curb, gritting his teeth in fury as he glanced down at himself for a better look at what he was wearing. It was a regular athletic tracksuit with matching red shorts and shoes, just like the outfit in the magazine.
G-Great….
It was not cute, but whatever.
The light turned green, and he dashed forward, eager to get away from the man who was brashly following him and shouting, "…Will you date me, Miyo-chan?! I-…I love you! I watch all your dance practice videos…!"
And more heads turned.
God this was so embarrassing!
Could that creep stop harassing him?!
He was trying to find a bunch of cloaked freaks visiting from another dimension.
Now frantic and full of unwanted adrenaline, Seto ran full sprint down a crowded sidewalk, no longer thinking about finding Yami, but more concerned with his own safety. Thankfully, this area was full of people out and about, enjoying the city lights and mingling in crowds by food stands, and he ducked through the groups of people, still hearing the man behind him calling out after him, "hey! Stop that girl! Miyo!...M-Miyo-chan?!"
Fuck the fuck off! Seto tossed a terrified look over his shoulder and ran nose-first into someone's glittery backpack with wings, and he cursed, side-stepping the stranger before the girl spun around and gazed at him in shock.
"M-Miyo-chan! You came after all?!" The girl cried, throwing her arms around his neck in a crushing hug, and Seto clenched his fists at his sides when he heard the man come panting up behind him while his new friend pulled him into a group of 4 other girls whose faces he barely recognized—because he'd only just seen them minutes ago in the magazine.
This was his idol girl-group of friends slash co-workers.
"I thought you weren't feeling well, Miyo-chiiiiii," one of the girls with her hair in a tall ponytail pouted, pressing a manicured finger to her chin. "But I'm happy you came! We can record as a group now! Our fans will love it—"
"Ew, back off, creep!" The friend holding his hand stepped back in terror at the man hovering creepily behind her, his eyes wild and his black hair matted across his forehead with sweat.
"Miyo-tan… I love you," the man declared breathlessly, and all the girls huddled together beside him in disgust and fear.
A man wearing a salaryman-type suit stepped in front of him and held his hands out to the side, sounding calm and collected, "please leave these girls alone. I am their manager and if you continue to stand here, I will file a report for harassment. We are not doing photos at this time, thank you."
The girls around him breathed a sigh of relief but tensed again when the man wouldn't let up.
"I don't want a picture. I want a handshake," the man demanded, and Seto felt his friend's hand tighten painfully in his, nearly cutting off circulation to his fingers.
Ah, the downside of fame…
Based on what he'd skimmed in the article, these girls just wanted to dance and sing while having matching cute nails, so could this creep die already?
"You can have a handshake at their meet-and-greet after a performance," the manager replied smoothly, sounding like he dealt with obsessive fans often. "For now, the girls are trying to have a night out together. Please leave if you really care about them, your presence is stressful."
"Gross…." The girl beside Seto muttered, and pulled him away closer to the center of the group, and the other girls hovered protectively around him. Aw… They really cared about their…Miyo…
The man was starting to get agitated, and people around them stepped aside warily, aware that a fight was about to start. Some people were even gathered around, starting to form a crowd. Oh god…
"She called me a psycho pervert!" The man ranted, pointing accusingly at Seto from behind the manager's slender body. "I demand that she apologize to me!"
"You are a psycho pervert! Leave us alone!" The girl with the tall ponytail snapped, and the manger whipped his head around to give her pleading look that said, 'don't ruin your public image', and the moment the manager turned his head back around, a fist came for his stomach, knocking the air out of his lungs and causing him to double-over, coughing.
People around them backed away even more, murmuring in distress at the scene as the manager recovered quickly and barreled forward to throw a punch back, but was put in a clever headlock and thrown to the ground on his knees.
The girls shrank back in terror and Seto tensed, ready to fight this man with all his demon strength when he though the saw a crop of spiky hair in the crowd, sparking hope inside his chest. Was that Yami?!
Yami was being held back by Mana, her steely hand digging into his arm while she hissed at him not to get involved. The humans were fighting because a man was aggravating a group of pretty girls. Another man had stepped up already, and he was being kicked to the ground, with no one rousing themselves to help.
The girls were huddled around their friend who they were protecting in the middle, her face barely visible behind their shoulders.
"Atem…! Don't!" Mana squeaked, but Yami had already made up his mind to help.
He elbowed his way through the crowd and tapped the human man on his shoulder. The man whirled around with wild eyes, hissing at him viciously, "fuck off! She's mine!"
And a fist came swinging for his face, which Yami dodged with eerie precision before he reached a hand out again to rest it on the man's shoulder, pressing his thumb into the soft spot underneath the bone to send a jolt of pain up his body before surreptitiously dosing him with a sedation spell, and the man fell to his knees, his chest heaving.
People around him murmured their approval and drifted away silently. Mana rushed to Atem's side and skidded to a halt when all the girls in the group Yami had just saved bowed to him in sync, all their heads lowering respectfully in thanks.
"Th-Thank you!" Seto heard another girl to his right whisper gratefully, and the rest of his group bowed again, so he had to duck his head down to follow them, making sure to stay bowed longer than the rest when they all straightened up.
"M-Miyo… Say thank you…" The girl holding his hand gave him a nudge, and Seto stared at the tips of his athletic shoes, mumbling his thanks.
"Thank you..." And when he stood up to his full height, he ran forward to give Yami a tight hug, feeling the mage tense and pat him awkwardly on the back. Seto secretly noted their lack of height difference when he pulled away and gazed into Yami's face, the tip of Yami's slender nose reached the middle of his forehead.
The manager appeared beside them and cleared his throat nervously.
"Ah, thank you…sir," the man mumbled, also giving Yami a curt bow, and Yami nodded his head awkwardly in return. So much bowing here…! It really made him feel like a king. What a delightful dimension of polite humans. Very different from the shouty, violent ones he was more accustomed to.
The girls rushed forward to pull their friend away, but to Yami's horror, the girl he'd saved clung to his arm and gave him a bright-eyed look that made his heart wrench. She had pretty, almond-shaped eyes, and dark brown hair styled in tightly curled bob, framing her delicate face nicely.
She was a very pretty human girl, which explained the violent man vying for her attention…
"Thank you, mister," Seto said coyly, secretly enjoying the way Yami's face blushed when he squished his arm closer to his chest. Boobs were great and useful for this reason.
"You're welcome," Yami replied quietly, his arm burning so much, he almost wished the girl would let go, but no such luck. She was intent on bringing him along with her friends.
"Can he come with us? …For protection?" Seto asked pertinently as he looked at each of the girls in their shocked faces. "Why don't we have security? I really think we should invest in a security team."
"Yes, yes we hear you," the manager muttered, adjusting his crooked tie with an air of guilt. "After your next performance, perhaps we'll have enough, okay? We'll have to pay for background checks too, Miyo-chi, it's not that easy, we keep telling you its more than just 'hiring some guy with muscles'—"
"Okay Manager-san, I get it," Seto shot the man a glare and clung harder onto Yami's arm. "I want to take him with me everywhere now!"
His friends rolled their eyes and turned their backs on him to walk up the steps into the karaoke building above them, clearly fed up with hearing about security teams.
Yami opened his mouth to protest when the girl dragged him forward forcefully, and Mana stuck to his other side, making him feel even more trapped as she whispered to him, "turns out they're going to the same place we are! What luck! I'll leave you alone for the night then! See you back at home!"
Shaking his head anxiously, Yami received another tug on his arm trapped by the human girl, and he was met with an impressive pout.
"Is she your girlfriend?" Seto asked furiously, really wanting to know. He'd heard Yami address the woman as 'Chief' back at the bar, but that woman touched him way too much just to be a chief…right?
"No. I'm not!" Mana replied briskly as she bent down to give the human girl a warm smile and a peace sign. "He's alllll yours!" And she winked, causing Yami's arm to tense in Seto's grip again.
Aw… embarrassed? Seto thought viciously as he snuck a peek up at Yami and saw the mage flushing dark red. Haaaa. Where was his cool, calm and collected Yami? That guy sure put up a front when they were together.
The manager led the girls into a private karaoke room and Seto could feel Yami recoiling, so he tightened his grip further around the mage's arm and gave him another glare.
"Let me show you my thanks," Seto insisted, and he thought he saw the other girls roll their eyes at him. W-What?! Could they let him be a slut without judgment, please?
The manager gave Yami a small smile and stood by the door, holding it open until everyone had entered, and then he closed with a gentle snap! before standing dutifully outside it like a guard.
"Okay, then you can go first, Miyo-chan," the ponytail girl said happily, lifting up the giant binder of songs, attempting to wave it, but it fell back onto the table with a heavy thud.
Seto grit his teeth and realized…. He didn't know how to sing or dance. Ah fuck. He'd wanted to show Yami his thanks by letting him feel a boob, not sing him a song. What the fuck. This was backfiring badly, and fast.
"How about…PachiPachi NyanNyan?" The girl with dyed pink hair asked seriously, and Seto nearly threw up in his mouth. What the fuck was that name?! He was so screwed.
This was an entire decade before he was supposed to be alive. How would he know any of the songs?! Maybe he could sing some really really old classic, but that wouldn't make him popular…and the girls would catch on and ask why he didn't want to sing a trendy song for his savior.
Fuck.
"Let me see that," Seto demanded quietly as he sat down beside the pink-haired girl and lugged the heavy binder into his lap, running his finger down the list of alphabetized songs. Crap…. He didn't know any of these— wait. He could sing a Disney song. In English too. Hell yeah. He'd pick the most irritating song that he hated, because if he hated it, it meant girls loved it.
"I'll sing him this one," Seto said flatly, pointing at the title, "Beauty…and her beast."
To his relief, the girls around him squealed and clapped, one of them even hugging him tightly.
"Have you been practicing?" She asked excitedly, quickly snatching up the karaoke pad to input the song with the tiny stylus. "Rina-chan! Record! …Aki-chan, lights!"
The girls scrambled to fix the room, dimming the lights while another girl shoved the mic into Seto's lap, and his stomach turned. Oh shitttttt… What the fuck did he just agree to…. Better make eye contact with Yami to see how he was doing.
Yami was sitting cross-legged at the edge of the rounded sofa, looking like he wanted to leave. Ah, dammit.
Seto raised the mic to his chin and spoke quietly, hearing his voice echo as he spoke, "this is my best effort. Please be kind…" And he froze when he saw the ponytail girl hold up a clunky silver camcorder. Ah...shit shit shit.
"Stand up… Stand there!" The girls instructed, pulling him to his feet and pushing him into a spot in the middle of the room while one girl knelt in front of him with the recorder. Seto wanted to scream, but Yami's boredom made him more anxious than anything.
The TV lit up, and music began blaring from the speakers around them, and Yami shifted uncomfortably, wondering if all this ceremony was necessary. The girls were really going out of their way to thank him with an elaborate performance. It made him feel strange…
The girl he'd saved gave him a shy glance before tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, lifting the mic up to her beautiful lips to take a breath, and Yami thought for a moment that she'd say something else, but was caught off guard when a sweet note filled his ears, sending a chill up his spine. W-What…an incredible talent! She appeared to be nervous, shakily starting the song, but trying to hide it by gripping the mic harder before she leaned into it the more her friends encouraged her by waving to the beat of her song, and before long, she was swaying to the harmonies she was creating with the recording coming from the speakers.
Amazed, Yami leaned back into the seat and decided he ought to mingle with humans more often. The ones here were kind and…entertaining.
Her voice was sweet and angelic, echoing pleasantly around the room, a tad too loud, but Yami realized they had made it that way to drown out the other thumping coming from the neighboring rooms.
Seto took a breath and let it out slowly when the song ended, relieved and amazed that he'd managed to pull that off even though he'd been cursing in his head the entire time. The girls were sweet and supportive, waving their hands in unison and beaming at him.
He lowered the mic and dropped his head down in a bow to hide his burning ears, and his friends cheered loudly, laughing and clapping. When he straightened up again, his heart skipped a beat when he saw Yami clapping for him too with an amused smile on his face.
The girl kneeling before him with the recorder turned it off with a satisfied grin and praised him, "you sound amazing! And you kept telling us you had a cold!"
I probably do, Seto thought nervously, understanding that this was own body this time, and he was merely wearing the girl's appearance. The real Miyo was most likely in bed with a cold.
He handed the mic off to the nearest girl and bravely took a seat beside Yami, leaning into him playfully with a smile, asking, "did you like that? Tell me I did well."
"You did so well!" Yami praised politely. He had a feeling he couldn't say anything else because the girl was eyeing him so hard, silently demanding he say something good about her performance.
Seto smiled with all his teeth and felt his friend sink into the seat beside him and pull him away firmly to the corner of the karaoke room. Irritated, Seto let her, because he had a feeling she was about to lecture him for being overly friendly.
"Miyo-chan…" The girl with the pink hair said seriously, giving Seto's hands a warm squeeze in both of hers. "Stop touching him. He's going to get the wrong idea."
"I like him," Seto said plainly, giving Yami a glance over his friend's shoulder, and Yami made eye contact briefly before looking away, clearly embarrassed.
"Okay, you can't go ruining our image like, weeks before our official disbanding!" The pink-haired girl said testily, turning to give the spiky-haired foreigner a look too before turning back around to face her teammate. "You already have a bad reputation as a girl who attracts crazy fans! Don't lead men on!"
"I'm not leading him on!" Seto protested angrily, his temper flaring. "I said I like him!"
The pink-haired girl gave him a heartbroken look, and Seto tried not to feel guilty as he walked around her to sit beside Yami again, feeling the mage tense perceptively.
Perhaps I should leave now, Yami thought nervously as the girl clung to him again and said poutily, "Don't mind us. We're splitting up so its just a misunderstanding."
"Splitting up?" Yami echoed, his confusion rising. He'd seen the girls having a hushed fight, and the other three girls were resolutely ignoring the other two. There was some resentment in the air…
"Are you hungry? Thirsty?" Seto pressed as he laced his hand firmly through Yami's much warmer one, giving him a tight squeeze. "Let me order you something to drink—"
"Not in this room, Miyo," the girl with the ponytail lowered the chunky camcorder and gave him a steely look. "We won't be seen together hanging out with another one of your 2-month boyfriends."
Seto mockingly dropped his mouth open in shock, and he stood up so fast, he felt his breasts bounce cheerily on his chest, so he crossed his arms over them defensively, glaring at the girls who glared right back at him.
"You're kicking me out?" Seto asked hopefully, playing up the fake-hurt for drama. "What happened to recording as a group?"
"We're no longer a group. Aki-chan is hosting a radio awards show, and you're gonna be a perfume billboard!" The pink-haired girl cried in dismay, and Seto frowned, not feeling sympathetic at all. What promising new careers. This split was good!
Yami pressed his back against the plush seats, wondering if he ought to cast an invisibility spell and sneak away. These humans were preoccupied with…something he couldn't quite understand, but he could feel the tension crackling in the room.
"Fine. Then see you guys later," Seto sniffed, turning on his heel to grab Yami's hand and pulling him out the door, aware the girls were gaping at him in disbelief.
They passed the manager, who called after her, "Miyo-tan?! What's happened? Another fight?!... M-Miyo?!"
Seto grit his teeth and kept dragging Yami through the hallway, trying to pretend like he couldn't hear the manager through the blaring music coming from the other doors, but the man caught up to them and grabbed Yami by the arm, stopping them both.
"Miyo, are you going home?" The manager asked worriedly, glancing between the girl and the spiky-haired foreigner, the hairs on his arms raising slowly. Something was off…
"I'm done with them, and they're done with me," Seto said coldly, hoping he was doing Miyo a favor by throwing this rude tantrum. "I want to be able to date who I want, and they want to keep their image…without me. I don't care if they stay together! I'm done!"
The manager's mouth dropped open and broke out into a cold sweat. Ah… This fight again… Miyo always wanted to date when their company suggested the girls put relationships on hold while doing idol activities…
"You belong to everyone, Miyo," the manager tried again, but he wasn't heard.
The idol had stomped out the building with her new boyfriend in tow, and the crop of spiky hair disappeared when the frosted glass doors of the karaoke building swung shut.
Shaking his head, the manger pulled out his phone, realizing he had a voicemail… from Miyo, so he hastily flipped the phone open and tapped the button to listen to it, the idol's voice drifting crisp and clear through the receiver.
"Manager-saaan! I'm feeling much better now that I drank some soup and took some vitamins. Should I still come by for the group recording? I'm looking forward to one last dance performance with everyone. You're the best! Call me back, I'll be watching TV with the ringer volume on high!"
Confused, the manager pulled the phone away from his face to check the time stamp of the voice message.
Sent…12 minutes ago.
What is happening?! The manager thought nervously as he hurried back into the room to check on the other girls, deciding to ask them if Miyo was acting strange.
Outside, Seto was dragging Yami through the crowded sidewalks before they stopped for a rest in a deserted park tucked away between two buildings, and Seto yanked Yami into a sitting position beside him on the bench, leaning into his arm again with a smile.
"Can we have a date night? I want to show you Japanese beer and yakiniku!" Seto asked earnestly, and to his horror, Yami gave him a blank look, so he tried again.
"Does my singing make you want to kiss me?" Seto added, hearing the desperation in his own voice, and he flushed in embarrassment. "Don't you like me?!"
"I like you just fine," Yami said reassuringly as he glanced up at the dark night sky, his concern for Mai and Seto rising. If it was night here, two days would've passed in his dimension now…
"Then why aren't you looking at me?!" Seto fumed, reaching down to grab Yami's hand to place it on his chest, making sure to curl Yami's fingertips in to give himself a good squeeze. "Don't you like how that feels?!"
Yami lowered his gaze and tensed awkwardly when he realized his hand was on the human girl's chest, and he tried to withdraw respectfully, but the human was furious, acting offended.
"Do you have someone you like? Do you like men?!" Seto pressed on, unable to let go of it because he'd never been rejected so many times before in one night, and in so many different bodies.
Yami was taken aback by the angry tone, and he shook his head gently, "no…I don't have a preference…"
"Then you can do it with me!" Seto insisted, selfishly eager to test the female form out for himself. "I think you're handsome and I want to try something with you!"
"Okay, perhaps later at another time, because I need to return home. It's late," Yami said plainly, completely misunderstanding. "I have a child waiting for me."
Seto's mouth dropped open for real this time, and he felt his ears steaming with rage.
S-Seriously?!
"Your kid isn't here! Do you know how to have fun?!" Seto raged, now hating his demon child form with a loathing of a thousand suns. "Why are you such a wet rag? Look how hot I am! Don't you want to do stuff to me?!"
"What…stuff?" Yami asked uncertainly, his confusion at an all-time high at when his hand was shoved harder into her chest and his other hand got trapped between her thighs. W-Was this normal? He knew humans enjoyed touching, but this was odd…! And it was the second time tonight this had happened. Was it a custom in this dimension? It appeared so, because the girl was working herself up into another rage, so much that Yami could see a dark blue aura hovering nastily around her shoulders.
"Okay, maybe you need a visual," Seto said coldly as he unzipped the front of his jacket to give Yami a peek at a light pink lacy bra, and Seto had to glance down at himself to make sure it looked good. Yeah, it looked like a nice pair of boobs. He unzipped it all the way down as far as he dared and stared at the cleavage under his chin. The skin was very smooth, and very pretty…
Was this not attractive…to Yami? Because from this perspective, it looked amazing. He'd love to touch a pair of boobs like this himself!
Yami was mildly panicking and wondering where he could run to, because disrobing was happening…in a place where anyone could walk by, and this girl didn't seem to care who might see them!
"Look!" Seto raged when he saw Yami's gaze dragging to the side again, and he felt a bubble of frustration rising steadily in his chest. "Touch me here! If you don't… I'll-I'll scream."
Yami's eyes widened so much, Seto could see the whites all around his irises, and he smirked triumphantly. Sure, he was resorting to petty threats, but he was out of options. Yami was here to party, didn't he want to have some fun, human-style?
"Okay, and you'll be happy…if I do that?" Yami asked anxiously as he reached forward automatically to cup one of her breasts, wincing when the flesh spilled into his fingers warmly. N-Now what…? His other hand was still trapped between her thighs, and something soft was squishing up against his knuckles, making him sweat.
"Let's kiss," Seto demanded, and he plopped himself firmly onto Yami's slender thighs and threw his arms around his neck to press their lips together firmly, shoving his tongue angrily into Yami's half-open mouth and tasting alcohol at the back of his breath.
Yami was confused and lost in a haze of sensations, trying to sort his tumultuous feelings out every time the soft, silky tongue flicked playfully in and out over his lower lip, leaving him hanging…so he dared to lean forward, and cold hands slid past his ears to pull their lips tighter together, sending a hot jolt of lightning down his chest, similar to the feeling when the man from earlier had put his mouth on his lower parts.
Human mouths were…terrifying…!
Trying to fight for a breath but not knowing when to pull away, Yami rested his hands stiffly atop his legs but felt them land on a pair of warm thighs instead, and the girl began jutting up higher against him, smashing her breasts against his chest and making his stomach churn with a fluttery feeling. O-Okay… Was this enough now? Was she happy with this odd greeting? Humans enjoyed pleasure, Yami knew that much, but from what he saw, they only sought it from special drinks or other humans. Was this what they did with each other?
His mind hummed when pink lips hovered over the bridge of his nose, and the hand trapped between her thighs were slowly slid up the inner seam of her shorts, and Yami swallowed thickly when he felt another strange, slippery heat. W-What was this?!
"Look… Do you like how that feels? Imagine if this was on yours…!" The girl begged shamelessly, and Yami could only sit there in stunned silence while the slick fluid pooled wetly between his fingers and made his heart race uncontrollably in his chest. This was why…the other mages sought out humans for pleasure…!
"Are you dead?!" Seto fumed, giving Yami's shoulders a firm shake having completely lost his patience and temper. "I'm horny, get it?! Let's go to a hotel."
"I don't participate in brothels," Yami said through numb lips, completely misunderstanding, and the girl exploded at him.
"You…are …so…dumb!" Seto seethed through gritted teeth, and he reminded himself to take a deep breath, in case he really started breathing fire. "How far have you gone with someone? What about a blow job? You've had one of those, right?" If Yami was going to lie to his face and say he'd never had one when he'd just received one at the bar literally 2 hours ago…
"No I've never tasted a blowjob before," Yami replied seriously, giving the girl a light pat on her shoulder, hoping to calm her down. "Are they still selling them in the stands over there? We can go back and I'll buy you one—"
Seto felt a pang of ice shoot through his chest at Yami's words, so he yanked the mage up off the bench and led him back to the main road, intent on finding a love hotel, because holy shit! Yami was supposedly several hundred—maybe thousands—of years old and he'd never had sex before?! That explained all his awkward stammering earlier!
"Where are we going now?" Yami asked pleasantly, once again itching to leave and no longer in the mood to humor this human's whims. "Kindly let go. Like I said, I have to get back—"
"A blow job…is when I put my mouth on your dick," Seto breathed, keeping his voice low when they stepped onto a more crowded sidewalk, and he scanned the brightly lit signs over their heads, looking for any indication of a hotel. Wait, it was 1996. In Shinjuku.
This was almost too easy…!
Yami's head spun when he digested the new information, and he was led through a wide, sparkling entrance lined with vertical lights. Two neatly dressed women at the counter bowed to them, and the human at his side demanded for a room, a private one. Ah… He could understand what was happening now.
I'm being shown human pleasure! Yami thought curiously as the women led them into a rising lift and they arrived in an empty hallway, luxuriously decorated with flowers on a small table every few steps. His knowledge of humans extended only to their basic functions, how they behaved in groups, and their penchant for cruelty. He knew kind humans existed, but he'd never encountered so many all at once.
He stared at the back of the girl's slender legs and up her entire backside, taking in her short, curly hair and pale ears that were decorated with jewelry, resigning himself to enjoying an interesting experience being shown to him by humans in this dimension. When he returned, he'd be wiser and probably have a better understanding of humans.
Seto was filled with mad glee, completely obsessed with the thought of seeing himself naked. He didn't even care that Yami didn't want to do anything with him anymore, because the idea of experiencing a self-induced female orgasm had taken ahold of his mind and he could feel himself panting like a pervert when he shouldered the door open and ran to the nearest full-length mirror he could find, and what he saw shocked him to the core.
Author's note:
seto is seriously a demon. He behaves like one is practically threatening yami to touch him whhejhhjws talk about unhealthy