Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Counter Love ❯ Yami Admits! ( Prologue )

"Damnit..damnit..DAMNIT!"

Mokuba shook his head sadly at his cursing brother, who by now had spoken every word you can think of. It was just two days till his 14 year old birthday, and he wondered if Seto even remembered. No, he was to busy bothering with his new game. Papers were sprawled around Seto in the most disorganized manner on the desk in his study. Mokuba hesitated, but poked his head in.

"Seto?"

"What do you need Mokuba? I'm busy."

"Just..wanted to tell you..its late. Shouldn't you get some sleep?"

"I'm fine Mokuba, go to sleep now."

"But..-"

"Now."

He sighed. At least he tried. The black haired boy shrugged off the feelings of rejection from his brother, walking lightly down the hall to his room.

Once inside, the boy stripped, leaving a trail of clothes in his wake from the door to the bed. Claud in boxers, he snuggled under the covers, drinking the warmth. Soon, sleep over took him, a thought still lingering for his brother.

"You need some rest Seto.."

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The brunette grumbled incoherently at the mess of paperwork. Damnit, what wasn't adding up? He'd been doing the calculations over and over..they seemed correct, yet they didn't work. He rubbed his sore head. Mokuba had just left him, a look of sadness on his face. Seto didn't mean to be so mean to the youth, but..he needed to get this out. Sleep, it seemed like a good idea. Perhaps he should get a bit of rest.

Throwing the papers aside finally, Seto got up, and left the now dark study. Equally sore legs quivered, trying to hold him up as he walked towards his room. It was then the doorbell rang. Shit, who could that be?

Seto glided down the stairs swiftly, coming to the door. Normally a servant would've gotten it, but since they were off for the night, he'd do it himself. The door was flung open, revealing non other than-

"Yugi?"

The boy huffed, looking at the older teen. 'No, this isn't Yugi' Seto thought quietly. It was that other version of him..what did they call him?

"Seto.."

"...Nani?"

"I.."

What was ..thats right.his name was Yami. What was Yami doing here in the middle of the night? Seto didn't have time to think about it, as soon the tri-colour haired boy and thrust himself forward, lips locking with Seto's. Eyes opened wide in the sudden shock, but he returned the kiss anyway.

After a few blissful moments, they broke the kiss..each panting softly.

"Yami..? Why..did you just..-"

"Don't say anything. I have something to tell you ..Aishiteru.."

"What?!"

"Aishiteru.."

"You..love..me?"

"I do. I've loved you for as long as I can remember..I just had to tell..Gomen for popping up so late. Now..I must go. Aibou will start to get worried if I'm not home soon."

Before Seto could protest, Yami was gone. He'd forgotten that the boy was highly magically inclinded. This was..indeed..odd. First, Mokuba looks at him like he's dying, then he can't get that damned game to work.. NOW Yami loved him..A headache threatened to come on. He needed sleep. He started up towards his room.

Within minutes, he'd shed his clothes, and curled up under the warm satin of his bedsheets. He'd figure everthing tomorrow..if he could make it till tomorrow without something weird happening..like.. (*Shudder*) Ryou's Yami showing up..unexpectedly. Finally eerie thoughts gave way to much needed sleep. Tomorrow, his work on his game would continue, hopefully pulling him from the hole he was in.