Beyond His Body- Seto K x YY

A/N: Lemons in future chapters, but this story will focus more on Seto and Yami's blooming relationship and wants.

A/N: MIKA!! YOU CAN TOTALLY IGNORE THIS STORY!!

A/N: This story is dedicated to HieiAijin1410, but if she ends up not liking it, then it will just be a story for me entirely!

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Beyond His Body

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"So then, after you plug in the values, you'll see that x= -4 and y=1 ! Do you get it, now?" Yūgi chirped to a cheerful Mokuba. The ecstatic ebony haired teen looked over the homework paper covered in full with unanswered equations in a new understanding. With a beaming smile, he nodded triumphantly in agreement. "Yeah! I got it now! That was sooo easy! Thanks Yūgi!"

The older teen laughed modestly and scratched the back of his head, "Haha, it was no problem, really. I was glad to help!"

"It's a good thing you were able to come over to help me on such short notice," Mokuba added, already at work solving more problems the way he was shown, "I've asked Seto a bunch of times to help me with the quadratic formula, but he had to work late tonight. But, I understand he's busy."

Yūgi's composed features softened a bit in concern from hearing this, "Does he work late like this often?" he inquired, an image of a moody Kaiba holed up in the home office, left to his devices, obsessions and work like some deranged Bruce Wayne crossed his mind. Inwardly, he couldn't help but find this fitting illusion amusing. But imagining Kaiba in a Batman outfit took things just a tad bit too far. But his subdued humor was thankfully, completely oblivious to Mokuba.

"Mhmm. Sometimes more than others," the younger Kaiba explained casually, keeping his attention on his homework, "but tonight was really important, so I didn't want to bother him."

"Oh..." Yūgi trailed off. His mind instantly drifted in spontaneous thought from the other's revelation. Although he didn't actually have an older brother to relate Mokuba's story to, the enigmatic spirit that dwelled within him was the closest sibling he had. Yūgi didn't know the spirit's actual name and nor did the once regal specter. But that was fine. He and his friends were closer to finding that out with each new day now.

But Yūgi could only imagine how he would feel if the spirit shut off primary communication with him for whatever reason or distancing himself like he viewed Kaiba was doing. Being the caring and helping soul that he was, Yūgi would always desire to be there to aid in a time of need. He was sure that he wouldn't be able to handle the loneliness very well at all. And at that moment, he admired Mokuba for being so strong for himself as well as for his brother.

"Kaiba..." the utterance of that particular name held secretive meanings that even Yūgi was not aware of. From hearing his surname, Mokuba glanced up from his homework; bright eyes studying the bewildered teen across from him. "Hmm? What is it Yūgi? Are you talking about Seto, Yūgi?"

"Ah... whoops! I guess I was just thinking out loud! Ignore it, okay?" Yūgi commented nervously, waving the folly away. Mokuba stared at the other. Perplexed swirls of azure analyzed Yūgi's small form before returning to their previous engagement. "Uhh ok. Whatever!" Relieved, Yūgi let out a whoosh of air. In truth, he was not the one who conjured the name. It was...

"I apologize, Aibou," the spirit stated, appearing alongside Yūgi perched atop the table with his arms and legs crossed. His ethereal majesticness was observed only by his other's consciousness. Plum orbs eyed his regal counterpart in innocent observation. "Were you expecting a duel while we were here, Pharaoh?" Yūgi inquired inwardly so that only the spirit of the Puzzle could hear and understand his 'words' of subdued sincerity. "Is that why you're so anxious about Kaiba right now?" The elder of the two hesitated a tad before responding with a simplistic, "Kaiba always desires to duel with me when we're within close proximity, Little One. As you already know."

"Yes, but, Pharaoh, you didn't answer my question." He had a point there-but his statement was nonetheless overlooked.

"...How much longer do you plan on staying here?" the spirit inquired, his tone emulating hints of impatience, "I do not wish for us to overstay our 'welcome' in this place."

" 'Overstay our welcome' ?" Yūgi reiterated, his features scrunching in confusion. Then his expression lightened. "Pharaoh, are you worried about Kaiba?"

"I simply do not wish to disturb him," he replied a little too smoothly.

"I think it's a bit too late for that. Even if we do stay out of his way, we are in his house," Yūgi added sheepishly, and it was a truth that could not be refuted. "You are correct, Little One," the spirit sighed, a light curve to his mouth. Impressed his other half thought so, Yūgi couldn't help but grin and rubbed the back of his head. "Really? Cool. I guess 2 times out of 4 is pretty good for me!"

"Hmm," the spirit nodded, thoughtfully.

"But, as soon as Mokuba doesn't need anymore help with his homework, I'll be ready to go," Yūgi concluded, with a yawn. The dark haired youth looked up from his paper from the evident sleepiness shown in his elder and he chuckled, "Are these problems making you tired, Yūgi?"

"Hmm?" Yūgi perked up; his undivided attention now on younger Kaiba. Seeing he was not still needed, the spirit returned to dormancy within the puzzle around Yūgi's neck. "Oh! No! Not at all! It's just... cold rainy nights like this always make me tired for some reason. I can't wait for summer to come back!"

"Well, you certainty look like you could use a nap! But thanks for your help. I should be able to finish the rest of my homework with no problem now."

"Yeah? That's great to hear!" Yūgi agreed, covering his mouth as another yawn crept its way upon him. "Then I think we should call it a night, huh?"

"Yeah, for you. I've still got to show Seto what I did after I'm done with this. Big brother always likes checking my progress and pointing out what I've gotten better at and what I need to improve on."

Those words brought a warm smile to Yūgi's somnolent features, "He certainly is very proud of you Mokuba!"

"Aww come on, knock it off!" Mokuba jeered, sheepishly rubbing his nose with a finger as a gesture of embarrassment, "But Seto is the best big brother in the whole world! And one day," he paused, pointing a finger at Yūgi, " he'll beat you in a duel!"

"Haaha...w-well, I'll be looking forward to that day, then! Whenever it happens!" Yūgi stated, waving his hands in front of him as if to ward off the invisible threat Mokuba just gave him, "I guess I'll show my way out then," he continued, beginning to stand and grab his backpack from the floor.

"Yūgi, wait!" Mokuba called. He scooted his chair back and handed the duelist 2 pages. Yūgi glanced over the items with lazy eyes before looking over at the younger, "Your homework?"

"Yeah, could you pass that upto Seto for me? I've got to give a friend a call who's out of the country and I want to talk with her as soon as I can...heh heh heh... So! Could you do it?"

"Uh sure...No problem?"

"Ok great! Also, could you come back over tomorrow to help me again with my homework? Just in case there's something else I don't understand. And if I don't need anything, you can always duel with Seto. Oh, and tell him I wanna play some games with him in an hour, okay? Bye!" Mokuba chirped and before Yūgi could give a response, the smaller teen dashed off into another room. Yūgi watched with a cute awed expression, before yawning again and returning his attention to the Pharaoh.

"Would you like for me to take over while you rest, Yūgi?" the proud king asked, arms crossed as he appeared beside his shorter counterpart. "Yeah... And don't forget to see Kaiba before we leave," Yūgi added, rubbing his moistened eyes. In a flash, the two of them switched places and the spirit almost dropped the papers from his hands from that statement.

He really did hate to disturb Kaiba like this. He preferred to leave his rival to his business and obsessions. He eyes lowered at his next thought. He could consider himself as one of Seto's obsessions. There was always a block of emotions the spirit couldn't label that brimmed his being whenever he was in the same vicinity as his rival. The reality of the truth was, the former Pharaoh and everyone else was aware of the time of him acquiring his true name was lingering near. The thought of having to leave his friends and Kaiba behind if he were to return to his afterlife scorched him deeply. Internally, he fought with those thoughts and feelings every minute of everyday. On the outside, he appeared calm, but often in apprehensive thought; much like he was this night. But, it was getting later by the second and he needed to take his leave. With a heavy sigh, the spirit looked down at the homework papers once more before heading off in the direction of Seto's home office.

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In the furthest room on the floor above, the young CEO typed away on his laptop. Each passing second, his tapered fingers shed a new form into creation along the screen. The room was dark, save for the dun light of the cloudy skies outside the windows behind him. Thoroughly focused on the task before him, Seto sat submerged in the cusp of his solitary abyss. He had confined himself to this room, his office, for quite some time. The trials and algorithms of business once instilled their tiresome mundanity upon his worn eyes just mere hours earlier. But their task was one easily accomplished. After all, if there was one thing he could give his accursed stepfather credit for, it was the finesse and importance of business being dealt with with prompt ease and esquisse where needed. Those ideals and concepts were branded into his skin as well as inflicted upon his inner being. Better him than Mokuba.

Yet now, and for the past half hour since Yūgi arrived, Seto's thoughts became pierced with a idea he couldn't yet grasp nor understand. Since then, he had been playing over many theories and possibilities in his head, while keeping his fingers active and his dusky eyes glued to his computer screen that was full of highly adept equations. It was ironic that while Mokuba was having trouble unraveling his math problems, Seto was creating new ones in some of the most difficult forms of math widely known. This was his method of working through that of which he did not understand. And as of now, Yūgi was one of the largest puzzles Seto could not fully decipher and that bothered him. In addition to that, he had been fighting inner turmoil with himself and what he would be doing for the rest of his life with Mokuba at his side. Being the owner of Kaiba Corp was financial security, and he could send Mokuba to attend the best schools, if the smaller Kaiba so desired it. But, what was the life that he wanted to lead once Mokuba was out of the picture and went to live his own life? He couldn't figure that out either. Solving equations to help him sort through his own problems seemed foolish, but everyone needed a mnemonic device when they pondered through heavy thoughts and Seto was no different.

After solving a 10 page calculus equation, and scribbling out the brain work on the backs of misprinted presentation graph papers, Seto's contemplations trickled back towards Yūgi. How was his life to be? Did he want to duel forever or did he want more out of his life? What were his desires? How long would the king of games surpass him in terms of skill? Would he ever defeat Yūgi in a duel? Suppose he did best Yūgi, how would he feel then? His rival was the only other he held great respect for aside from Mokuba and Ishizu.

Suddenly, Seto's fingers ceased their task. Why was he wasting his time on such frivolous thoughts with no answers? Whatever Yūgi did was his business and his life. It had nothing to do with him unless a duel was primarily involved. His focuses needed to be on more important things like Mokuba and his own life. But lately, Yūgi had been becoming a more important figure in his lifestyle. And if Seto allowed it, perhaps the respected duelist would become the centerpiece of it.

Seto had an abundance of respect towards his greatest rival; an accolade so deep it chasmed deep into obsession. A flicker of malcontent tugged at Seto's lips and narrowed his eyes. Inwardly, he cursed himself for allowing his thoughts to often be littered with Yūgi, his obsession-incarnate. "...What is he..." Seto thought aloud, while ceasing in his equations, "...to me...? Why can't I figure this out...?" He continued to plague his mind with a round of unanswerable inquiries. Frustration crept up within him and he pushed himself away from the desk. A sound of displeasure left him while he wallowed in his torturous thoughts and he loosened the tie around his neck. He needed to sort out these issues and settle them in finality so he could never question them again. After tossing the garment atop his desk, Seto stepped over to one of the longer full view windows that doubled as a door to the balcony of the building. It had already started to rain. His keen cobalt eyes took in the clear droplets trickling down the glass and the hints of light that accented them from the moon above and the city's lights beyond. "..."

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"Kaiba? Kaiba are you in here?" Yami's cautious voice wavered through the other side of Seto's office door. Respectfully, the former ruler stood in front of the double doors, awaiting a response. When none came, he knocked against the polished wood with the back of his fisted hand, "Kaiba? Mokuba has finished with his homework and I wanted to acknowledge you of my leave..."

Silence.

"Hmmm Perhaps he has retired for the night?" the spirit second guessed himself. The thought lingered in his mind momentarily, before he shook it away. He knew Seto like none other. And he knew that if Seto could help it, he would compromise his own rest to accomplish a task. "Kaiba?" he retried, knocking again. When he was again met with no response, he checked within his consciousness to make sure Yūgi was still asleep before he announced his next statement. Although he felt foolish towards his sudden bashfulness in the possibility of Seto not being decently dressed for whatever reason. And if he walked in on him, he wouldn't want Yūgi to be aware of it. But that aside, the former pharaoh curled his hand around the door's knob, that resembled a lever more than an ornament, and pushed the door open, "I'm entering the room, now, Kaiba."

The polished mahogany opened without much of a sound atop the carpeted floor, and the darkness of the room's depths splashed onto his feet. "Kaiba?" his deep voice called again. His warm eyes scanned the room for any hint of the seclusive prodigy; the desk, the double doors at the end of the room, behind the door he had just opened. "Kaiba...are you in here?" he uttered again. He could clearly see the glow of the monitor from Seto's laptop flickering against the back of his chair. Stepping fully into the room, he shut the door behind him and took a better look towards the desk. He placed Mokuba's homework atop it and glanced to the scatter pieces of paper with lengthy equations written on them. Silently, the spirit's eyes moved up towards the windows while they cascaded the reflection of the rain outside. And through the rapidity of the descending droplets, the spirit sought his goal's finality. The bemused CEO stood off to the far right side of the wide balcony; his attention resting on an unidentifiable location in the distance. His hands were nestled into his pockets rather leisurely and his posture was both speculative and admirable in its poise. Whatever he was thinking about, a great deal of effort had gone into it.

"Kaiba..." the name dropped from his lips unexpectedly, and his body had already begun to gravitate towards the taller windows; enabling him to be closer to whom he felt most bonded to.

The window closed behind him with a gentle click. The thin male stepped out onto the balcony and into the torrent of rain, not caring in the least about the consequences of such actions on such a frigid night. He had found Seto, but now he could not grasp the words he had wanted to speak. The mist of his breaths and the range of mild and strong emotions circling within his eyes were all that emitted from him at the sight of Seto. Unidentifiable cacoethes strummed a mysterious entity within him and he didn't know whether to tame it, or to release it. Fortunately for him, Seto made the first move between them for him.

Gleaming cobalt streamed over to the sylphlike male in their presence; catching the glimmer of the moonlight along its irises. Through the threadlike droplets that fell about them, the calculating CEO observed the shorter male with acutely narrowed eyes. Emotions that ranged from anxiety, eagerness, hesitation and determination played over the Pharaoh's face as his visual entirety was swallowed by Seto's scrutinizing gaze. Such sharp blue eyes complimented and played against the gradients of the sky beyond them. The air around the former ruler suddenly cooled and he felt himself take a daring step forward. "Kaiba..." Foolishly, that one name was all he could manage to breathe at that moment. Seto's lengthy frame punctuated the loose-fitting clothes he wore: slightly unbuttoned black silk atop even smoother obsidian, adorned with a silver belt buckle. His thick strands of russet pressed slightly against his pale skin, greedily catching the reflected light of the city and celestial luminescence around him. Ethereal wisps of breath fluttered from between his lips as he parted them to speak; the chilled air manipulating it to mimic that of blown smoke. "Yūgi ..." Seto murmured in a flat tone. At least, that would be how it would sound to an average person. But to the Pharaoh, he was one of the very few that had learned the attractive CEO's attributes like that of a Duel Monsters card. Behind that disinterested facade lingered a mild, but genuine interest and explanation for his presence.

And the spirit didn't miss a beat.

"Mokuba mentioned that you may still be in your office," he began, breaking the ice with the most obvious statement he could think of without being overly obvious and commenting on the weather. "He's concerned for your well-being, you know."

"I don't need you to give me advice on how to treat my little brother," he practically hissed. Yet, the spirit wasn't bothered in the least. However, his body differed otherwise. Inside, he was nervous and he didn't understand why. Just standing in the same place as this man, breathing the same air caused the former ruler to feel openly vulnerable. It was as if Seto was silently consuming a part of him right under both their noses. And neither of them made a move to sever that illusion. "Of course. That would make sense if I was giving advice. However, I simply only went looking for you by his request."

Seto raised a slight brow at this, but his eyes remained their intensity. They both knew it. That statement was a lie. The Pharaoh knew it better than anyone. He wanted to seek Seto out by his own volition. Yet, Seto decided to play along with it. "Is that so? Well, now you've found me. And now you can leave," he smirked faintly, cocking his head towards the balcony doors to further emphasize his point. "I'd rather enjoy some privacy."

"I don't mean to intrude, Kaiba. However, I am concerned that you may be working too much."

"Your opinion. I don't care," Seto retaliated all in one breath, his words taking misty mockery in the form of smoke.

"Then what of Mokuba? Shouldn't you be spending more time with him?"

"What did I just say? I don't need you to tell me how to handle my only family."

"I am only expressing concern. If you were not stuck in your office, then it could have been you to aid him with his studies."

"And I will. So, thanks for showing up. You can leave now."

The two of them remained silent, staring into the other's soul. The two of them were playing a game of cat and mouse and they both knew it. "Then I should inform you that Mokuba has requested that we return tomorrow night to help him with his homework since you will be occupied with business as usual," the spirit stated clearly, properly pronouncing each word and observing Seto's intent gaze about the movement of his tongue. It intrigued the spirit a tad as to why Seto's attention would be focused on his mouth of all places, but he pushed the puzzlement aside. But he wouldn't deny to himself he was rather accepting of the attention.

" 'We' ?" Seto questioned, whisking a few drenched locks out of his eyes with a quick movement of his head.

"Yes. Surely, you've noticed."

Of course Seto had. He knew there was a distinct difference that went beyond scientific explanation that could even begin to touch the surface of the reasoning behind the existence of 2 Yūgis. And for one who strongly disapproved of such "magical" things existing, he acknowledged this rather well. He was aware of the boring, saccharine Yūgi, and then there was the one that stood before him now- the more confident, fiery and formidable Yūgi. This version was the one he always looked forward to meeting with. However in this particular moment, his mind wasn't lingering on the thought of a duel...

"Save it," he breathed, his words drifting from him in a hazed mist. Gradually, he turned his body from a profile and faced his short rival. A sudden thrill scattered through the Pharaoh at the stunning gaze he became pinned within. But he stood his ground. Seto grazed through the descending droplets like a dark specter; the glimmers of light around and above him casting his outline in deceptive invitation. His hands remained in his pockets as he neared closer to his counterpart. His airy breaths fluttered around him in such a way that caused the spirit to wonder where Seto had pulled that imaginary cigarette from. As the space between them narrowed, the spirit could have sworn the precipitation around them began to warm.

"I'm giving you 10 seconds to tell me what you want before I personally remove you from that spot," Seto warned in a tone that could easily be mistaken for darkened allure. The Pharaoh blinked. And the next thing he realized, his back had brushed against the outer wall of the building and both of Seto's hands were placed on either side of his head. Through the shallow torrent of water before him, curious amaranth darkness traveled up into the shaded hues of the ocean that peered down at him. A slice of moonlight spilled over a fraction of Seto's body, and tauntingly scattered through his moistened locks as he leaned forward. The Pharaoh felt his breath hitch in his throat and his hands clawed at the wall in anticipation and uncertainty. The thrill, the rush, he was loving every absorbed second of it. He didn't know where any of this was going, nor where it could lead, but a protest was not on his tongue. When Seto received no verbal answer, he grasped the former ruler under his chin and neared closer still. He was allowed in this far and he was not backing down until he got what he desired.

Answers. And he felt drawn closer to a solution now more than he ever did.

"5 seconds..." Seto reminded. A sound of acknowledgment wavered from the Pharaoh, but he did not yet speak. The welcoming aroma of the fragrance Seto wore was deliciously distracting, even through the pouring rain. "Kaiba..." the lithe male finally uttered, earning a daring smirk from Seto. "2 seconds..." he muttered, slightly widening his mouth. The Pharaoh followed suit upon reaction; the glossed sight of slivered moonlight lining Seto's tongue.

"Ah..Seto, I..." the spirit breathed airily, unaware of the name usage until his time was up. And as Seto's mouth claimed his, the spirit could swear that he tasted that very moonlight on Seto's tongue.

The brush of a sound crossed between acceptance and hesitation tore from Yami; any verbal sounds he wanted to form turning into the mist of the night. There was a pause as their mouths separated. Seto keenly kept his steely eyes on the male before him, taking in the sight of such a vulnerable moment, as well as the various expressions that decorated that face. The spirit remained as he was. His chest rose and fell rapidly from each quickened breath he took. Both palms were pressed against the wall with nails biting into the grit of the brick; his wild hair was slicked down past his shoulders with unruly locks of it still half spiked; his eyes were tautly shut as if opening them would shatter the reality he had just become a part of.

His surprise and awe from the moment showed no acceptance nor rejection and Seto was determined to break the code on that diverse probability. Suavely, he leaned in to claim those same lips again, this time allowing himself a little more creativity and biting lightly on them whenever he pleased. "A-ah..." the regal eidolon gasped, sounding more desperate and shocked over any other emotion. His entire body was tingling with sensory overload with incredibleness he would never be able to explain with words. And in addition to that, Seto Kaiba, of all individuals, was doing this to him and causing him to feel these odd and awkward ways. He wanted it to stop; he wanted more; he didn't know what he wanted and remained the doll that Seto was tinkering with. It was almost as if Seto were analyzing every visible inch of him to find out just how he ticked...and revel in how enticing it was when the faint sounds that brewed from him were clearly identifiable.

But then Seto stopped. Taking in a breath, he peered at his rival with contracted eyes. Then he glanced down at the two hands that had balled into fists against his shirt. It took the spirit a moment to regain his composure and the second he did, he revealed his crystalline amaranth depths to Seto's in solemn condemnation. "...Kaiba..." he panted, keeping a firm grasp on the expensive, and drenched, clothing, "We... we must stop this now," he warned; his tone a low rumble in his throat, "I... I refuse to use Yūgi's body as if it were my own like this, Kaiba."

Seto's features solidified from both the mention of another Yūgi again, as well as how gently his surname was spoken. "That's your only complaint?" Seto ridiculed with a slight smirk. Then it faded, "Why didn't you leave when I told you to..."

"Kaiba, please, now is not the time," the spirit retaliated, pushing his hands against Kaiba's chest. He could clearly feel the contour of his lean body through the soaked fabric, but he made no verbal mention of how pleasing it felt. The spirit wanted answers, as Seto did. Their shared moment, regardless of how brief, brought them both to the brink of obtaining those answers.

"I...I should not be here, Kaiba. I should not betray Yūgi. I apologize for invading your-"

Needless to say, his spoken nonsense was rendered severed as Seto devoured those unspoken words with a rough kiss. A growl escaped from the lithe male and instinctively, he shut his eyes and allowed his mouth to be ravaged yet again. Firm hands clutched the small blue jacket around his slender frame and pulled him closer; the both of them temporarily surrendering to the night. In honesty, a kiss was something had both considered before, but one of them needed this confirmation more than he realized. And that one, was Seto. Seto needed this moment; he needed the control that went with it; he needed to be able to allow himself to be trusted. By 'him'. And only him. Only he could give Seto the spark in his life that Mokuba could not.

Slowly, their mouths broke apart and their moment dissolved into wispy pants and mutuality. A beat of a wordless silence lingered between them. Their eyes delved within the other, raising new emotions and understandings to the surface. Then the sharp sound of a slap shot into the air; only for the sound to be greedily swallowed by the pouring rain. Neither of them made another move for nearly half a minute. Seto didn't bother to retaliate from the offense. The blow was unaccented and weak on purpose, but it did get its point across. And Seto was rather satisfied that he was the one to cross it. The spirit, on the other hand, glared at his rival with a stoic expression that Seto could not read in more depth and detail. That bothered him, but he didn't dare show it.

"I warned you, Kaiba," the spirit stated in a slightly uneven tone. He was inwardly trembling from what he had just done, but refused to make it visibly obvious. Slowly, he lowered his hand to his side and narrowed his eyes to Seto. "This body is not my own to be fooling around with; not with you, or anyone."

"I got that," Seto replied sarcastically. As a jest, he placed two fingers to the side of his face where he was struck, "And from the lack of intent behind that pathetic slap, I can tell you didn't dislike what I gave you..."

"... Don't..." the spirit uttered, barely moving his lips. A strong emotion swirled in his exotic eyes; the surrounding luminosity reflecting its intensity tenfold. Streams of rain had decorated his attractive face, glistening faintly under the hush of the moon's glow. He kept his expression under such a tight facade, one would not be able to tell if the heavens' droplets brimmed his eyes, or anguished tears. He did care for Seto and while the situation that just occurred between them wasn't expected, it was welcomed...to a degree. And no matter how badly it was yearned for, the noble phantasm absolutely refused to have his Aibou's body tampered with in a sexual manner. And that made things all the more complicated.

Only for a moment, one rare selfish moment, did the spirit imagine it as unfair and unjust that he could not further develop and explore these unnamed emotions with someone. No, not just someone, but 'him' and only 'him'. Distraught, he clenched his hands into fists and turned to a profile so that he did not have to face Seto directly. He felt foolish and ashamed. He owed Seto more than just an apology. And he owed Yūgi one as well. Perhaps if he discussed his dilemma, the little one would understand? The thought seemed like an abysmal idea, but it was still a choice.

Armed with a solution, the spirit took in a deep breath and released it, feeling a quarter of his tension disperse with it. "Kaiba, I..." he started, turning in the other's direction. Instead of being as close as he once was, Seto was a mild distance away, leaning against the outer frame of the balcony window. Silence again overtook them momentarily, but Seto was the one to decimate it. "Are you heading inside or not? And don't think I'll have any pity on you if you continue to sulk out here because I will leave you here the remainder of the night."

"No, I..." he paused. A light smile touched his lips from the 'challenge' and he began to cautiously make his way towards Kaiba. Acute blue eyes studied the smaller male before him as he nodded to him and opened the large window that led back inside. But before he could take a step in, Seto grabbed his arm and pulled him to his chest just enough to whisper in his ear, "We are going to talk," he enunciated in tones of finality and released his grip, "And please do something with your hair before that happens."

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Wheee. I wanted to focus more on character development for this story. Yes, there will be smex in later chapters and yes Yami was not referred to in that name for a reason and should be given an actual name in the next chapter. And in case everything you just read was confusing, here's the simplified lowdown IN (rare, I hope) RANDOM OOC-NESS! (because it's goofy)

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Yūgi: I helped with Mokuba's homework!

Mokuba: Hey! You're more insignificant than me!

Yūgi: What? Why?

Mokuba: Because you're a temporary placeholder for Yami, that's why!

Yūgi: Poopy plops...

Yami: Kaiba, you're Batman

Kaiba: I-

Kaiba: AM-

Kaiba: -BATMAN!

Yami: Yes. I am your obsession

Kaiba: Whatever, I'm going to kiss you now.

Yami: I HAS TASTEDED MOONLIGHT

Kaiba: Only my moonlight is smexy because I'm frickin' Seto Kaiba.

Yami: Maybe Yūgi will let me use his body for smex.

Yami: But no! I refuse to betray him like that!

Yami: But he might let me anyway... sooo...

Yami: I should ask him!

Seto: Do it in the next chapter. We've already hit 9 pages.

Seto: And fix your hair.

Yami: Awwwwwaaawww

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To be continued

-Mel