Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Night ❯ Memories ( Chapter 4 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Kurayami Ryuu 
In which the Yuugi/Kaiba aspect of the story finally makes an appearence.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.22.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 496 | Status: Completed
In which the Yuugi/Kaiba aspect of the story finally makes an appearence.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.22.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 496 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I’m just borrowing them for my own amusement, that’s all.
A/N: Hmm, what’s going to happen in this chapter? I have no idea! When in doubt, I think I’ll opt for mush. Enjoy!
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Chapter Four: Memories
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The next day they all met up at the hospital. Everyone except Kaiba, that is.
“Where’s Kaiba-san?” Yuugi asked, voicing what they were all wondering. This time they had brought him along because he had been so worried.
Jou shrugged. “Who knows? He doesn’t always show; he’s just like that. But more importantly, who cares? C’mon, let’s check on Malik. I hope he doesn’t want all those cookies you brought, Yami...”
But Yuugi persisted. “Was Kaiba-san at school today?”
Mai shook her head. “Kaiba doesn’t go to school, remember?”
“Oh, yeah...” Yuugi said thoughtfully.
When they walked in the door, Malik was already awake. He managed a thin smile. “Hi, everyone,” he said dully.
After various greetings were exchanged, Yami sat the basket of cookies down on the bed. “Here you go,” he muttered.
Malik frowned at him. “Would you like these, Jou? I’m not hungry.”
Contrary to the law of physics, even Jou noticed the tense air in the room. But at least he took the cookies. Yami chose a chair in the corner and proceed to avoid all eye contact.
Malik had been like this all of their last visit, and apparently he wasn’t going to forgive Yami anytime soon...
At least this visit, he talked to people more. Besides from Yami, of course. He told them a little about the hospital, i.e., complained about the food, and they gave him that day’s homework. Not that he, or any of them, would probably do it, but it was the thought that counted.
It wasn’t until they were all standing up to leave that they noticed a very important fact. Yuugi had disappeared.
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By the time they noticed that he was gone, Yuugi was staring up at the abandoned house that Kaiba and his little brother lived in. He gulped; it looked pretty scary.
Since Yami had been in Bakura’s gang for so long - he, Bakura and Malik had been the first members - Yuugi knew practically everything about it that his older brother did. And now he was putting that information to good use; he had to find out what had happened to Kaiba. After what had happened to Malik, he supposed he was paranoid.
Hesitantly, not really sure what else to do, he went up and knocked on the front door.
It was silent for a few moments; Yuugi was starting to worry that he wasn’t home and something really had happened to him. Then the door flew open.
This had dramatic results. It revealed Kaiba, a cigarette in his mouth and a gun in his hand. At the sight of the gun, Yuugi squeaked and fell on his butt (despite the fact that it had been aimed a couple feet above his head). Kaiba took one look at him and dropped both the gun and the cigarette in shock.
He blinked once, twice, and snapped. “Yuugi?! What the fuck are you doing here; don’t you know that it’s dangerous?!” With that, he grabbed his gun with one hand and the back of Yuugi’s shirt with the other, and dragged him inside.
He took him into the living room, such as it was, where he immediately lit another cigarette. “I didn’t know you smoked,” Yuugi said, maybe just a touch nervously.
“Only when I’m desperate,” he said wryly. “Why the hell are you here?”
He shifted his weight uncomfortably. Now that he was there, it suddenly seemed very stupid. “Well, you didn’t come to the hospital today, and I, well, I...” He winced.
Kaiba shrugged. “I’m fine,” he said simply. It scared the living crap out of him; he had been expecting to be yelled at. “Nice of you to wonder, but even if I wasn’t fine, I wouldn’t need any help. I guess I have to walk you back now, huh?”
Yuugi shook his head hurriedly. “No, I know the way.” But Kaiba got up anyway, and started walking to the door. Yuugi frowned at the box of cigarettes on the little table in the room, then went after him.
“Kaiba-san? What did you mean, ‘only when you’re desperate’?”
He froze, then chuckled, not bothering to look back at him. “Who knows? I’m drunk.”
Yuugi’s frown deepened. “No you’re not. There aren’t any beer cans out there.”
This time, Kaiba did look back, and he looked irritated. It wasn’t often that someone could out-smart him; despite not being able to go to school like the rest of them, he was probably the most intelligent member of the gang. “Look, kid,” he snapped, “it’s none of your business. Now let’s get going, okay?” He started for the door again.
“This has to do with what happened to Malik, doesn’t it?”
Kaiba stopped again, his knuckles going white on the door knob. “Why the hell do you care, anyway?” he said tensely.
Yuugi examined his shoes. “Because... you’re my friend, Kaiba. None of us really knows anything about you, you know, and we all worry about you. Even me. Probably even Jou.” He chuckled uncertainly.
Kaiba sighed, and let go of the door knob. “Fine. I’m having some problems right now, and yeah, it does have to do with what happened to Malik. But it’s no big deal. I just needed a little time to think about some stuff... alone. Happy now?”
Yuugi was quiet for a moment, looking thoughtful. Then he said, “Kaiba, why do you live in this shack, anyway?”
He sweatdropped. Where, pray tell, had that come from? “Oh, no, now; you’re not going to be getting me to tell you my life’s story. Don’t even think about it.”
Yuugi pouted. He was the undisputed champion of pouting, and he knew it, and Kaiba didn’t even know enough to look away. “Pleeease? It’s not like you have to tell me everything; I just really want to know something about you.”
Kaiba hesitated, then cracked. “Fine! I ran away. Anything else?”
He had meant is sarcastically, but Yuugi nodded eagerly. “Why don’t you get a job? You’re really smart; I’ll bet you could get a good one if you looked!”
He sweatdropped, then shrugged. “Most places insist on seeing a diploma. Anyway, I don’t really want one.”
Yuugi stared hard at him for a moment, considering his next question. “And... why did you run away?”
Kaiba suddenly scowled. “Dammit, why am I even talking to you?” He yanked the door open. “Can we just go already?”
Yuugi looked at the floor again. He’d over-stepped, and now he might not ever get another chance... “Sorry,” he said bitterly. “I was just trying to help, but I guess I forgot - you don’t need anybody’s help, right?” He pushed past Kaiba and out the door.
Then he choked, as Kaiba grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him back in. “Hey, don’t get all pissy at me,” he snapped, avoiding his eyes. “I just don’t like talking about my problems, okay?”
Yuugi raised an eyebrow. “I’ve noticed,” he said, a little dryly, but he was touched. For Kaiba, that was about as close to an apology as anyone ever got. “Y’know, everybody should tell their problems to someone,” he added. “Relieves stress.”
Kaiba scoffed, momentarily back to his old self. “That’s what killing people is for.” Then he hesitated again. “Seriously, why are you so concerned about me? The others don’t tend to be quite this persistent.”
He beamed. “Maybe I’m just not as hard-assed as them?” Kaiba just had to laugh at that one; he found it highly amusing to wonder what Yami would do if he heard his brother talking like this. “Hey, can I stay for a little while? We can talk and... stuff...”
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I guess. But talking better not include badgering me for my life’s story, and stuff absolutely will not include you smoking any of my cigarettes.”
Yuugi sniggered as they walked back to the living room. “I never thought of you as the sort of person who’d tell kids not to smoke.”
“Yeah, it’s a foul habit. Anyway, if you want some, you can steal your own. Clear off a chair.”
Yuugi did so, and sat down. “So... what should we do?”
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For the next hour or so, they talked about casual stuff. How long they thought Malik would take to forgive Yami for killing his brother, conditions around the neighborhood, how Mokuba was doing; just random, casual stuff. He had never thought Kaiba would be easy to talk to... But Yuugi, naturally, had a plan.
While they were talking, he casually suggested that a beer or two might make Kaiba feel better. After firmly telling him that he was not to drink any, Kaiba got one. And two... and three... Naturally, it wasn’t too long before he was nicely drunk.
Finally, Yuugi decided that he was at just the right spot between sane and passing out. “So... you never did tell me why you ran away...” he tried cautiously.
He choked on some beer. “Ug... You aren’t still going on about that, are you?”
He hesitated. Had he let him get drunk enough? It was Kaiba, after all... “Yes?”
He moaned. “Man, you’re pretty persistent for such a short little kid...” Yuugi scowled, but wisely kept his mouth shut. “Nnn... Okay, okay! I guess you’re never gonna leave me alone if I don’t tell you, huh?” He held his breath, and Kaiba continued. “Have you ever heard of Kaiba Corp.? They make war weapons?”
Yuugi’s eyes widened. “Yeah, I think I’ve heard of them... Their president, Gozaburo Kaiba, committed suicide about eight years ago; I remember hearing about that. The company hasn’t been able to recover... You aren’t his son or something, are you?”
Kaiba scoffed, laying down on the couch. Yuugi briefly flashed to a psychiatrist and his patient. “Adopted, yeah. Bastard.”
Hmm... He thought this was starting to make sense. “Did you run away when he died?”
The look on Kaiba’s face was indecipherable. It was as if he was seeing something that wasn’t there. “Yeah, I did. But you want to know a secret? He didn’t jump out that window. I pushed him.”
For a moment, Yuugi couldn’t think of anything to say. He knew Kaiba had killed people before; after all, he was in a gang, and that was what gangs did. But his own adoptive father? “Why?” he whispered.
Kaiba took another long drink, and shuddered as if it tasted foul. “Oh, please. I know I’m smart, but I didn’t think there was this much of a gap between our, our intelligence things. This has to do with what happened to Malik, right? Use your brain.”
Yuugi gasped as it hit him. “Oh God... I’m sorry, Kaiba; I shouldn’t have made you talk about that...”
He shrugged. “Settle down. ‘S no big deal. Y’know, I could be president of Kaiba Corp. if I wanted to be? There used to be this clause-type thing that said only a member of the Kaiba family could be president... That’s why that bastard adopted me; his son had died or something. But anyway, yeah, they had to change it after I ran away, but they said that if a Kaiba family member ever showed up he’d be the president. Hmm..." He took a deep breath. "...I think I’m going to be sick.”
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It was getting late; Yuugi figured he had probably been at Kaiba’s house for about two hours. He knew he should leave before it got dark, but he just wanted to stay a few more minutes to make sure Kaiba would be all right.
Apparently talking about his adoptive father had gotten to him more than he had let on, though of course he blamed it on too much beer. He had indeed been sick; it had woken Mokuba up - he had apparently been sleeping upstairs the whole time for lack of anything better to do. Yuugi had had to assure him that everything would be okay, before rushing off to take care of Kaiba. Once the brunette was feeling better, the first thing he did was demand that Yuugi not tell anyone what he had told him. Then, after worrying about whether Yuugi would be okay going home by himself, he finally agreed to lay down.
Now Yuugi was watching him sleep. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep; it was even stranger than the way he got all talkative when he was drunk... What had happened to him was so awful, he reflected. No wonder what was happening to Malik had freaked him out. It was really weird to think about that sort of thing happening to Kaiba, though. He was always so cold and in control... But then, Gozaburo Kaiba had died about eight years ago. Kaiba must have been ten at most when he killed him.
Yuugi frowned a little. All of the sudden, he could understand why Yami had killed Marik. If Gozaburo weren’t already dead...
Hold on. Why did he care more about Kaiba, exactly?
He supposed, in a way, Kaiba was less scary... Malik did, after all, collect pieces of dead people. There was just something about Kaiba that gave his the feeling that he was really a nice person underneath everything. He was so protective of Mokuba, for instance. He felt like he didn’t really know Kaiba at all, and that bothered him no end... Why, he wasn’t quite sure...
Suddenly, there was a pounding on the front door. Yuugi practically jumped out of his skin. Who in the world? What should he do? Should he wake Kaiba up?
Then he head someone shout, “Yuugi! Kaiba, you ass, is Yuugi here?” He sweatdropped, and decided he probably shouldn’t wake Kaiba up, after all.
A few moments later, he opened the door just as Jou was in the middle of a threat to break it down. Apparently, the whole gang had come looking for him. “It’s unlocked; you know that, right?” he deadpanned.
Yami pushed his way in front of Jou. “Yuugi! Have you been here the whole time?!” He nodded meekly, suddenly rather scared of his brother. Yami spazzing was a very frightening sight indeed. “Why?! It’s dangerous around here!”
He blushed. “I was worried about Kaiba, okay? You don’t need to baby me so much, you know.”
Jou shook his fist at nothing in particular. “That Kaiba! He should have walked you right back home!”
Yuugi felt a headache coming on. “You know, just because I’m shorter than you doesn’t mean I’m all that younger,” he pointed out. “And for your information, I talked Kaiba into letting me stay. And you better leave him alone; he’s sleeping right now.”
Mai raised an eyebrow. “It’s a little early to be going to bed, isn’t it?”
Bakura rolled his eyes. “Oh, please don’t tell me he got drunk...”
Yuugi twitched. 'Good going Bakura; now Yami's going to have a hissy fit...' “Yes?”
In the end, they had to drag Yami away. Yuugi sighed softly; well, it looked like it was going to be a while before he could get back to trying to figure Kaiba out...
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A/N: Well, I guess it wasn’t too mushy... Sue me :) Argh, no, don’t! Eh... But hey, if I’d given him two more minutes, I’m sure Yuugi would have kissed Kaiba; does that help? No? Bwuhahaha... Eep! (hides from rabid, disappointed readers) Review onegai-i-i-i-i?
A/N: Hmm, what’s going to happen in this chapter? I have no idea! When in doubt, I think I’ll opt for mush. Enjoy!
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Chapter Four: Memories
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The next day they all met up at the hospital. Everyone except Kaiba, that is.
“Where’s Kaiba-san?” Yuugi asked, voicing what they were all wondering. This time they had brought him along because he had been so worried.
Jou shrugged. “Who knows? He doesn’t always show; he’s just like that. But more importantly, who cares? C’mon, let’s check on Malik. I hope he doesn’t want all those cookies you brought, Yami...”
But Yuugi persisted. “Was Kaiba-san at school today?”
Mai shook her head. “Kaiba doesn’t go to school, remember?”
“Oh, yeah...” Yuugi said thoughtfully.
When they walked in the door, Malik was already awake. He managed a thin smile. “Hi, everyone,” he said dully.
After various greetings were exchanged, Yami sat the basket of cookies down on the bed. “Here you go,” he muttered.
Malik frowned at him. “Would you like these, Jou? I’m not hungry.”
Contrary to the law of physics, even Jou noticed the tense air in the room. But at least he took the cookies. Yami chose a chair in the corner and proceed to avoid all eye contact.
Malik had been like this all of their last visit, and apparently he wasn’t going to forgive Yami anytime soon...
At least this visit, he talked to people more. Besides from Yami, of course. He told them a little about the hospital, i.e., complained about the food, and they gave him that day’s homework. Not that he, or any of them, would probably do it, but it was the thought that counted.
It wasn’t until they were all standing up to leave that they noticed a very important fact. Yuugi had disappeared.
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By the time they noticed that he was gone, Yuugi was staring up at the abandoned house that Kaiba and his little brother lived in. He gulped; it looked pretty scary.
Since Yami had been in Bakura’s gang for so long - he, Bakura and Malik had been the first members - Yuugi knew practically everything about it that his older brother did. And now he was putting that information to good use; he had to find out what had happened to Kaiba. After what had happened to Malik, he supposed he was paranoid.
Hesitantly, not really sure what else to do, he went up and knocked on the front door.
It was silent for a few moments; Yuugi was starting to worry that he wasn’t home and something really had happened to him. Then the door flew open.
This had dramatic results. It revealed Kaiba, a cigarette in his mouth and a gun in his hand. At the sight of the gun, Yuugi squeaked and fell on his butt (despite the fact that it had been aimed a couple feet above his head). Kaiba took one look at him and dropped both the gun and the cigarette in shock.
He blinked once, twice, and snapped. “Yuugi?! What the fuck are you doing here; don’t you know that it’s dangerous?!” With that, he grabbed his gun with one hand and the back of Yuugi’s shirt with the other, and dragged him inside.
He took him into the living room, such as it was, where he immediately lit another cigarette. “I didn’t know you smoked,” Yuugi said, maybe just a touch nervously.
“Only when I’m desperate,” he said wryly. “Why the hell are you here?”
He shifted his weight uncomfortably. Now that he was there, it suddenly seemed very stupid. “Well, you didn’t come to the hospital today, and I, well, I...” He winced.
Kaiba shrugged. “I’m fine,” he said simply. It scared the living crap out of him; he had been expecting to be yelled at. “Nice of you to wonder, but even if I wasn’t fine, I wouldn’t need any help. I guess I have to walk you back now, huh?”
Yuugi shook his head hurriedly. “No, I know the way.” But Kaiba got up anyway, and started walking to the door. Yuugi frowned at the box of cigarettes on the little table in the room, then went after him.
“Kaiba-san? What did you mean, ‘only when you’re desperate’?”
He froze, then chuckled, not bothering to look back at him. “Who knows? I’m drunk.”
Yuugi’s frown deepened. “No you’re not. There aren’t any beer cans out there.”
This time, Kaiba did look back, and he looked irritated. It wasn’t often that someone could out-smart him; despite not being able to go to school like the rest of them, he was probably the most intelligent member of the gang. “Look, kid,” he snapped, “it’s none of your business. Now let’s get going, okay?” He started for the door again.
“This has to do with what happened to Malik, doesn’t it?”
Kaiba stopped again, his knuckles going white on the door knob. “Why the hell do you care, anyway?” he said tensely.
Yuugi examined his shoes. “Because... you’re my friend, Kaiba. None of us really knows anything about you, you know, and we all worry about you. Even me. Probably even Jou.” He chuckled uncertainly.
Kaiba sighed, and let go of the door knob. “Fine. I’m having some problems right now, and yeah, it does have to do with what happened to Malik. But it’s no big deal. I just needed a little time to think about some stuff... alone. Happy now?”
Yuugi was quiet for a moment, looking thoughtful. Then he said, “Kaiba, why do you live in this shack, anyway?”
He sweatdropped. Where, pray tell, had that come from? “Oh, no, now; you’re not going to be getting me to tell you my life’s story. Don’t even think about it.”
Yuugi pouted. He was the undisputed champion of pouting, and he knew it, and Kaiba didn’t even know enough to look away. “Pleeease? It’s not like you have to tell me everything; I just really want to know something about you.”
Kaiba hesitated, then cracked. “Fine! I ran away. Anything else?”
He had meant is sarcastically, but Yuugi nodded eagerly. “Why don’t you get a job? You’re really smart; I’ll bet you could get a good one if you looked!”
He sweatdropped, then shrugged. “Most places insist on seeing a diploma. Anyway, I don’t really want one.”
Yuugi stared hard at him for a moment, considering his next question. “And... why did you run away?”
Kaiba suddenly scowled. “Dammit, why am I even talking to you?” He yanked the door open. “Can we just go already?”
Yuugi looked at the floor again. He’d over-stepped, and now he might not ever get another chance... “Sorry,” he said bitterly. “I was just trying to help, but I guess I forgot - you don’t need anybody’s help, right?” He pushed past Kaiba and out the door.
Then he choked, as Kaiba grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him back in. “Hey, don’t get all pissy at me,” he snapped, avoiding his eyes. “I just don’t like talking about my problems, okay?”
Yuugi raised an eyebrow. “I’ve noticed,” he said, a little dryly, but he was touched. For Kaiba, that was about as close to an apology as anyone ever got. “Y’know, everybody should tell their problems to someone,” he added. “Relieves stress.”
Kaiba scoffed, momentarily back to his old self. “That’s what killing people is for.” Then he hesitated again. “Seriously, why are you so concerned about me? The others don’t tend to be quite this persistent.”
He beamed. “Maybe I’m just not as hard-assed as them?” Kaiba just had to laugh at that one; he found it highly amusing to wonder what Yami would do if he heard his brother talking like this. “Hey, can I stay for a little while? We can talk and... stuff...”
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I guess. But talking better not include badgering me for my life’s story, and stuff absolutely will not include you smoking any of my cigarettes.”
Yuugi sniggered as they walked back to the living room. “I never thought of you as the sort of person who’d tell kids not to smoke.”
“Yeah, it’s a foul habit. Anyway, if you want some, you can steal your own. Clear off a chair.”
Yuugi did so, and sat down. “So... what should we do?”
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For the next hour or so, they talked about casual stuff. How long they thought Malik would take to forgive Yami for killing his brother, conditions around the neighborhood, how Mokuba was doing; just random, casual stuff. He had never thought Kaiba would be easy to talk to... But Yuugi, naturally, had a plan.
While they were talking, he casually suggested that a beer or two might make Kaiba feel better. After firmly telling him that he was not to drink any, Kaiba got one. And two... and three... Naturally, it wasn’t too long before he was nicely drunk.
Finally, Yuugi decided that he was at just the right spot between sane and passing out. “So... you never did tell me why you ran away...” he tried cautiously.
He choked on some beer. “Ug... You aren’t still going on about that, are you?”
He hesitated. Had he let him get drunk enough? It was Kaiba, after all... “Yes?”
He moaned. “Man, you’re pretty persistent for such a short little kid...” Yuugi scowled, but wisely kept his mouth shut. “Nnn... Okay, okay! I guess you’re never gonna leave me alone if I don’t tell you, huh?” He held his breath, and Kaiba continued. “Have you ever heard of Kaiba Corp.? They make war weapons?”
Yuugi’s eyes widened. “Yeah, I think I’ve heard of them... Their president, Gozaburo Kaiba, committed suicide about eight years ago; I remember hearing about that. The company hasn’t been able to recover... You aren’t his son or something, are you?”
Kaiba scoffed, laying down on the couch. Yuugi briefly flashed to a psychiatrist and his patient. “Adopted, yeah. Bastard.”
Hmm... He thought this was starting to make sense. “Did you run away when he died?”
The look on Kaiba’s face was indecipherable. It was as if he was seeing something that wasn’t there. “Yeah, I did. But you want to know a secret? He didn’t jump out that window. I pushed him.”
For a moment, Yuugi couldn’t think of anything to say. He knew Kaiba had killed people before; after all, he was in a gang, and that was what gangs did. But his own adoptive father? “Why?” he whispered.
Kaiba took another long drink, and shuddered as if it tasted foul. “Oh, please. I know I’m smart, but I didn’t think there was this much of a gap between our, our intelligence things. This has to do with what happened to Malik, right? Use your brain.”
Yuugi gasped as it hit him. “Oh God... I’m sorry, Kaiba; I shouldn’t have made you talk about that...”
He shrugged. “Settle down. ‘S no big deal. Y’know, I could be president of Kaiba Corp. if I wanted to be? There used to be this clause-type thing that said only a member of the Kaiba family could be president... That’s why that bastard adopted me; his son had died or something. But anyway, yeah, they had to change it after I ran away, but they said that if a Kaiba family member ever showed up he’d be the president. Hmm..." He took a deep breath. "...I think I’m going to be sick.”
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It was getting late; Yuugi figured he had probably been at Kaiba’s house for about two hours. He knew he should leave before it got dark, but he just wanted to stay a few more minutes to make sure Kaiba would be all right.
Apparently talking about his adoptive father had gotten to him more than he had let on, though of course he blamed it on too much beer. He had indeed been sick; it had woken Mokuba up - he had apparently been sleeping upstairs the whole time for lack of anything better to do. Yuugi had had to assure him that everything would be okay, before rushing off to take care of Kaiba. Once the brunette was feeling better, the first thing he did was demand that Yuugi not tell anyone what he had told him. Then, after worrying about whether Yuugi would be okay going home by himself, he finally agreed to lay down.
Now Yuugi was watching him sleep. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep; it was even stranger than the way he got all talkative when he was drunk... What had happened to him was so awful, he reflected. No wonder what was happening to Malik had freaked him out. It was really weird to think about that sort of thing happening to Kaiba, though. He was always so cold and in control... But then, Gozaburo Kaiba had died about eight years ago. Kaiba must have been ten at most when he killed him.
Yuugi frowned a little. All of the sudden, he could understand why Yami had killed Marik. If Gozaburo weren’t already dead...
Hold on. Why did he care more about Kaiba, exactly?
He supposed, in a way, Kaiba was less scary... Malik did, after all, collect pieces of dead people. There was just something about Kaiba that gave his the feeling that he was really a nice person underneath everything. He was so protective of Mokuba, for instance. He felt like he didn’t really know Kaiba at all, and that bothered him no end... Why, he wasn’t quite sure...
Suddenly, there was a pounding on the front door. Yuugi practically jumped out of his skin. Who in the world? What should he do? Should he wake Kaiba up?
Then he head someone shout, “Yuugi! Kaiba, you ass, is Yuugi here?” He sweatdropped, and decided he probably shouldn’t wake Kaiba up, after all.
A few moments later, he opened the door just as Jou was in the middle of a threat to break it down. Apparently, the whole gang had come looking for him. “It’s unlocked; you know that, right?” he deadpanned.
Yami pushed his way in front of Jou. “Yuugi! Have you been here the whole time?!” He nodded meekly, suddenly rather scared of his brother. Yami spazzing was a very frightening sight indeed. “Why?! It’s dangerous around here!”
He blushed. “I was worried about Kaiba, okay? You don’t need to baby me so much, you know.”
Jou shook his fist at nothing in particular. “That Kaiba! He should have walked you right back home!”
Yuugi felt a headache coming on. “You know, just because I’m shorter than you doesn’t mean I’m all that younger,” he pointed out. “And for your information, I talked Kaiba into letting me stay. And you better leave him alone; he’s sleeping right now.”
Mai raised an eyebrow. “It’s a little early to be going to bed, isn’t it?”
Bakura rolled his eyes. “Oh, please don’t tell me he got drunk...”
Yuugi twitched. 'Good going Bakura; now Yami's going to have a hissy fit...' “Yes?”
In the end, they had to drag Yami away. Yuugi sighed softly; well, it looked like it was going to be a while before he could get back to trying to figure Kaiba out...
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A/N: Well, I guess it wasn’t too mushy... Sue me :) Argh, no, don’t! Eh... But hey, if I’d given him two more minutes, I’m sure Yuugi would have kissed Kaiba; does that help? No? Bwuhahaha... Eep! (hides from rabid, disappointed readers) Review onegai-i-i-i-i?