Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind the Veil ❯ Oh What A Haircut Can Cause ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, unfortunately, and I'm not a vampire!! I swear it!!

AnimeFan: Yeah, peeps! Now that I have a damn plot, I've found myself completely obsessed with ideas for these chapters!! ^-^ In fact, I can't wait to start typing this one. Though...I guess I should work on Dragon's Lover and Six Petals. (whaps herself on the head) I'm so am bad at this whole, don't-work-on-more-then-two-stories-at-a-time thing am I. -_____-' That and my hard work on my Yaoi Yugioh web site I'm making. I just have one problem with my site...the pictures I was using aren't supposed to be used on other web sites according to the person who bought and scanned them. So I have to get him/her permission first. I'm not the kind of person who steals credit from others. Well, anywho let's get back to the story...shall we!?

Warning: Seto Kaiba stubbornness and Yami suffering mixed-feelings ahead... @_@'

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Behind the Veil
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Chapter 4

Neither teens made a move for a moment, frozen in pure shock at the site of their supposedly dead rival. Then the silence between them snapped and both came to reality at their...awkward position. Seth and Yami shoved away from each other simultaneously and got a good six feet of distance between them.

Then they glared at each other and shouted in unison, "Impossible, you're supposed to be dead!"

((Yami's POV))

Impossible, this was shit! His attacker was that brown haired man and that brown haired man turned out to be Seto Kaiba. BUT THAT'S FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE!! Kaiba died seventy-five years ago!!! The former pharaoh eyed the man up and down warily, as if he was looking for some zipper or something that proved this thing in front of him was a fake. Kaiba seemed to be giving him the same questioning look over. This was shit...he was going home and having a nice hot shower.

Yami stood up abruptly and dusted himself off, doing his best to look calm and regal. He stole a glance over to Kaib-no! He stole a glance over to that man. The brunette had also stood up and was dusting off his tight black suede pants and black shirt, seemingly cursing at one of his many buckles that had come unstrapped in their struggle. There! There was proof that man couldn't be Kaiba! Kaiba always wore a trenchcoat! Of course, the brunette's outfit was the exact same outfit Kaiba wore with his white trenchcoat...just without the white trenchcoat. But still!

"Damn you, Yami. Here I thought you were just a spirit of some stupid egyptian pharaoh and you're really a fucking vampire."

He jumped clear out of his leather pants as he heard these mumbled words from the young C.E.O. No...he really was Seto Kaiba! But...he...that...wha...how?

((Seth's POV))

The brunette stared back at the dark spirit in shock. Yami...was alive! What the fuck!? Well, now that he thought about it....he shouldn't be so surprised. His small rival was a spirit, no doubt someone had found the millennium puzzle in this generation and had solved it. But then again... Seth raised his hand up to his neck for the second time that night and felt where the boy had punctured his skin. Spirits couldn't make bite marks this deep. So...did that mean Yami wasn't a spirit, but a vampire? Woah, big change in his view of the other.

He watched as the spiky haired teen stood up and began to brush himself off. Deciding to do the same he stood as well and scowled down at the mess of his pants. Damnit, dirt stains stuck out way to much on black. The brunette began the grueling task of attempting to get rid of those stains, cursing every god that he could think of while he was at it.

He frowned as he worked and muttered under his breath, "Damn you, Yami. Here I thought you were just a spirit of some stupid egyptian pharaoh and you're really a fucking vampire."

Movement from the corner of his eye made Seth glance up in the vamp's direction. Yami was staring at him with shock and what looked almost like a glint of excitement. What was going on in that midget's mind? Shrugging it off, he gave up his losing battle against the dirt and silently left the other. He was still hungry and now he desperately needed an aspirin. To much was happening to fast for him.

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...Yet another mysterious murder was reported just this morning. The victim seems to be the body of young Mickey Johnson, a sophomore at Hiroshima High. No evidence has been found yet to how Mr. Johnson met his early end but a few blood samples were reported being sent to the hospital for further examination...Click...

Seth withdrew his hand from the alarm clock and whimpered groggily, feeling sweaty and uncomfortable. One glance down reminded him that he'd fallen alseep in his bed last night with his clothes still on. Pulling himself up and out of bed, the brunette peeled off the garments and threw them into his hamper before stumbling into the bathroom. He leaned against the sink for support and ran a hand down his face, trying to regain what little composure he could find. After his run in with his old rival, Seth had been so shaken that he had taken refuge in one of the city's many night clubs. Good if you're looking for a meal, bad if your meal has had more then three drinks before you devoured them. That alcohol goes straight from their system to yours. Ow...he had such a headache.

Pushing aside everything in his mind, Seth turned the shower on and climbed in under the hot spray of water. A slight moan escaped his lips as the wonderfully hot water pounded down on his scratched up skin. Humans had to be credited for some things and thank the gods for hot showers. After an hours worth of relaxation, he finished up his bath and got out to quickly dry off. Then he searched through his closet and pulled out a black shirt, loose cacky pants, and a thick black choker. He quickly dressed, wincing slightly as he put the choker on over the bite mark on his neck. Damnit, good thing the worst he'd get from the bite was a pain in the neck. Demons were pretty much immune to the curse of a vampire's unfinished bite, thankfully.

He had just finished buckling the choker when several knocks at his door interrupted his thoughts. Oh damn it all, who was at his door at this time in the morning? Seth crossed the short distance to the door and yanked it open, ready to yell at the landowner about already paying for this month. He found himself at a loss of words when he saw who was behind the door.

((Yami's POV))

Mmmmm, Yami smiled as the nice dream he was having engulfed his senses. He was dreaming about laying in his bed with a pair of strong, warm arms wrapped possessively around him. It was so nice, so...

...Beep...Beep...Beep!

Yami jumped as the blaring sound of his alarm clock woke him from the dream. Damn thing. He ungraciously fisted his hand down on it to turn the annoying buzzer off. A loud crack told him he'd have to buy a new one sometime soon. Running one hand down his face, the vampire glanced around him and noted he was alone in his bed...sadly. Well, what did he expect anyway? To wake up and find Kaiba sleeping next to him? Ok, that was so wrong is so many different ways. He shook his hand and slowly pulled himself out of bed, still suffering from his rude wake up call. Why had he set the alarm anyway? It wasn't like he had a job to rush to or something.

After a quick shower, Yami dressed in his normal attire and then went to raid his refrigerator for a snack. Pancakes sounded good to him, not that the blood from last night had surficed, he just liked snacking on human food to. He tugged out all the ingredients and cursed when he noticed he was out of flour.

"Suppose the neighbors might have some. I could always ask, "Yami sighed.

So he grabbed himself a cup and left his apartment to cross the short distance down the hall to his neighbor, feeling foolishly like those old women in movies that always went out to get a cup of flour. Fighting down an embarrassed blush, he knocked on the door and waited for an answer. What happened next neither obviously expected as the door opened and he found himself face to face with his still alive rival, Kaiba. Both seemed to blink for a second before Kaiba's eyes narrowed at him.

"Great, so you've found where I live now," he said with a irritated frown.

Yami blinked before stuttering, "Y-you live here!? In this apartment room!? But...I...we're...a..."

Damnit what was with him lately and stuttering around the brunette!?

"Yes I live here. Do you want a prize for finding me, geez. What do you want anyway?"

"I...um..."

Kaiba glanced down at the cup in his hand before smirking, "Begging for money now? Didn't think you'd be that desperate."

Yami snapped and glanced sheepishly down at the cup, "Flour! That's it...I was coming over to ask my neighbor for some...flour...eh-heh."

"Neighbor!?" Kaiba exclaimed and opened the door fully, exposing the rest of him.

Yami felt his face grow hot as he got a good look at his rival. Was it him or had he never noticed how...attractive...the brunette was? He couldn't recall a time when he'd seen the boy in something other then bulky clothes and trenchcoats. His eyes trailed up the length of the other's form taking in the too-perfect curves, the way his cacky pants seemed to hug loosely to his lean hips, how his shirt rested on his upper form to show just enough of the figure underneath, then to his face perfectly framed by his seemingly plain brown hair but complemented by those deathly blue eyes...

Yami saw a slight blush tinge his rival's face and he mentally slapped himself, realizing he had started to drool. What the hell was up with him all of a sudden!!! He quickly faked an uninterested expression and gave the brunette a bored look.

"Yes, neighbor. It seems we've both moved in next to each other. How ironic, eh Kaiba?"

The other seemed to snap out of his thoughts and glared at him with a similar expression on his face.

"Don't call me that."

Yami blinked, then smirked tauntingly, "Ok then, Seto."

The brunette frowned, "Don't call me that either."

"Why? That's your name."

"Not anymore..."

Yami blinked slightly. What did he mean, not anymore?

"Why?"

"It just isn't. If I walk around being called that name, the wrong people will get suspicious. After all, I'm supposed to be dead."

"True. Then what do you want me to call you?"

"My name now is Seth Hashimi."

"All right then, Hashimi," Yami said without changing the taunting tone in his voice.

Seth seemed to frown in annoyance and started to close the door.

"Wait!"

His rival stopped and stared back at him expectantly.

"What now?"

"You're hair...It looks like it could use a trim."

Seth narrowed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair unconsciously.

"Thanks for the tip," he spat sarcastically.

Yami blushed some more and frowned, "I didn't mean it in a bad way. It's just that there's no barber in the city. The only one got slaughtered so..."

"So what?" Seth asked curiously, cocking an eyebrow at him.

So what was a good question. What the fuck was he trying to do or say anyway? Yami had just spat out this part of the conversation as if his mouth had a mind of its own.

"Why don't you let me help? I could trim it for you...probably better then you could yourself."

Wham! Yami's conscience mentally winced as he whacked it hard. Where the fuck had that come from!! It was bad enough he had started drooling at the sight of his rival, let alone offer to cut that hair of his. He watched as the other stared at him for a moment, seemingly deciding what to do or say to the pharaoh's offer. Then to his surprise, Seth stepped back and signaled him to come on in. Well, this was a strange turn of events. He was going in to trim the hair of his rival who just last night tried to kill him. Yet, to his mind's dismay, he found himself walking into the others apartment room and following him to the living room. It was nicer then his, with a bar and a big screen tv but then again Kai...Seth...was rich. Geez, it was going to take a while getting used to the other's new name.

Seth pulled out some scissors and other hair stuff, then sat down sideways on the couch without a single word spoken during the whole process. Yami got the drift of it and started without speaking either. The other's hair was damp, from a shower no doubt, but this made it easier for him to brush it out and measure the strands before taking the scissors and cutting away. Neither spoke as he worked cautiously. The way Yami was so carefully trimming his rival's hair, he would of sworn he was afraid that the wrong move would ruin the brunette's beautiful hair. No, his plain hair, where did he get beautiful from!? Once he had finished trimming the other's hair without flaw, he took a brush and a hairdryer and began to comb the brown locks out with never-ending care.

Amazing... Yami had to admit that he'd been slightly fascinated with Seth's plain looking hair but as he brushed the silken strands out he discovered that the brunette's hair wasn't plain at all. He began to pick through the other's hair, mentally naming all the different colors he could see. Dark chocolate, mocha, mahogany, sandy brown, light brown, and so many more. Seth's hair wasn't just one color, but thousands of different shades of brown all melting together in harmony on his head. He continued his search through the other's hair, no longer bothering with combing it but just running his fingers through it with silent awe.

((Seth's POV))

What was Yami doing? He had swallowed down his pride and let his rival into his apartment to trim his hair for him. The pharaoh had stated a good point when he said that he'd probably do better then Seth. After all, it would of been hell to try and trim it properly in the back. Yet, Yami had done that but was now doing something completely different. He was running his hands through his hair and though Seth hated to admit it, it was causing wonderful sensations to course through his entire body. He was actually enjoying this contact with his rival.

Without realizing it fully he purred and leaned back into the other's touch, lulled by the sensations coursing throughout him. He felt Yami stop for a moment, then hesitantly run his hands down Seth's neck to his shoulders where he began to massage with rough, gentle motions. His mind seemed to go blank and before his sense could return to him, he had turned around to Yami and pulled the vampire onto his lap to claim the smaller one's lips hungrily.

Yami immediately responded, fisting his hands into Seth's hair as their kiss deepened. He opened his lips willingly, begging the other to enter and taste him. Yami accepted greedily and thrust his tongue in, Seth's own reaching out to meet and start a sensual duel for dominance that the spiky haired boy won in no time. He was moaning softly as the pharaoh shoved him back in the couch, straddling his hips without so much as breaking their kiss. All sense and logic had completely vanished from the brunette's mind as they continued in a passion he had only seen in their duels. The feelings caused by the others lips and hands thrummed throughout him, pushing away any thought or doubt. It was frightening and that little knowledge that came to him seemed to push him to further this.

Yami moaned sweetly into his mouth as he slid his hands under the other's leather shirt, feeling every curve and dip in the small, firm chest of his rival. Yami returned his actions with his own, sliding his hands under the other's shirt and exploring the brunette's form. Oh god, oh god, oh god...Seth mentally chanted as Yami's roaming fingers brushed against a strained nipple, tweaking it, and rolling it around in those fingers of his playfully. He gasped and mewled loudly as Yami lips left his, trailing down his chin to his neck. One slight rip later, Seth's choker had be reduced to a shredded strip of cloth and he was squirming desperately as Yami sucked and nipped at the sensitive skin of his neck.

"Yami!" Seth moaned out huskily as the vampire drove his teeth into his neck, right were he had bitten him last night.

A slightly painful wave of ecstasy engulfed him, his mind completely shutting down. He dug his fingers into the other's shoulder, his whole body arching up to ride that new wave. "Oh gods, oh..."

He wanted more of that stuff, that...whatever it was. It had felt so good, so good... He whimpered pathetically as Yami left his neck, not wanting to lose the contact of that searing mouth. Yami didn't leave him for to long, returning to claim his lips hungrily. Then as if the other knew, the smaller boy began to grind their hips together causing friction that brought more of that wonderful rapture. Seth was now going crazy with pleasure, unable to do anything but hang onto the other as these news sensations invaded him without mercy.

Suddenly a very loud pounding sound from his door broke through their uncontrolled passion rudely, but with enough force to bring the two boys back to reality. Seth's mind finally made a reappearance and only then did he fully realize what the fuck they were doing. The look on Yami's face told him that the pharaoh also had realized this. Both boys stared at each other in shock, faces flushed from their recent activity.

More pounding on the door invaded the room and Seth found his strength and body, shoving Yami quickly off him. He then grabbed the vampire by his arm and dragged him towards the door really, really fast chanting "oh shit" the whole way. He flung the door open and shoved Yami out before slamming it closed and sinking against the wall to a sitting position. His heart was racing a mile a minute and his whole body shook uncontrollably. Seth rested his hand on his heart, trying to regain some of his composure and figure out what had just happened. What HAD just happened!? How the hell did this all go from trying to kill Yami, to letting him trim his hair, to ending up making out on his couch!?

"Oh, this is so fucked up..."

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AnimeFan: ^_______________^ Muahahahahaha!!! That was, there are no words to describe what just happened! I had this whole thing where Seth and Yami would get into this argument while he was getting his hair trimmed and then he'd fire an energy blast at Yami and blow a hole in the wall that separates their two apartment rooms. So how the hell did I end up with a make out scene!!! O_o I seriously didn't plan on typing that! Seriously! They're not supposed to kiss for another three to four chapters! Oh...this is what happens when my yaoi deprived mind takes over. There needs to be more Seto/Yami stories out there peeps. Um...I hope none of you will kill me for this chapter. (hides in a cave) I shouldn't of read Dai-onna's I wish I may, I wish I might story. She kept doing all these make out scenes and just before Seto and Yami would truly get it on something or someone would interrupt... (looks back at this chapter nervously) Damn you Dai-onna!! It's her fault peeps!! (points accusing finger)