Orion

Orion

Rated `R'. There is yaoi galore in this fic. Male/male relationships, and later
*winkwink* male/male sex. You no like, you no read. No flames! No. Bad.

The gang is in their senior year of high school. Seto Kaiba's life has turned upside
down. Yami and Bakura. working together?! The mishaps that occur during the
last few months of hell with fluorescent lighting.

Ch. 1
//He's not that different from the rest of us,// Yami remarked in some surprise.
Yugi's tri-colored head snapped up. /Huh?/

Yami jerked his head to indicate a trench coat-clad figure stepping lithely from a
limousine. The slam of the door made some other watchers cringe, but Yami's
expression remained thoughtful. Yugi glanced at his dark half, then joined in the
watching of Seto Kaiba as the cobalt-eyed teen stalked towards the main school
entrance. Shooting a scathing glance at everyone and no one around him, Kaiba's
eyes seemed to widen in shock when they met those of Yami and Yugi.
Seemingly unnerved that the two were watching him, Kaiba rolled his shoulders
and proceeded inside.

/You were saying?/ Yugi asked, prodding Yami in the shoulder. Yami jumped a
little, and flushed. //Saying?//

/You were having naughty Kaiba dreams again, weren't you?/

Yami raised an eyebrow. //That's not quite how I'd put it.//

/Of course not. You haven't even come to grips with your feelings yet./

Yami turned to fully face a completely serious Yugi, speaking aloud. "Since
when were you so direct, little light?"

"Since my other half decided to fall in love. With his greatest rival, no less!"

//Perhaps that has something t wit with it.// Yami mused.

"Eh?"

//Well, Kaiba and I were close during Battle City. Very close. Even though it
was only because of our rivalry, I believe that closeness may have had a hand in
my. infatuation.//

/You admitted you like him! Amazing./

//Shut up,// Yami growled playfully, poking his light in the shoulder. The first
bell rang, signaling class would start in a matter of minutes, and both spike-
haired boys groaned before standing and heading in. Yugi needed to stop at his
locker, and so left Yami to enter the classroom alone. He wove through the
teeming masses of students as gracefully as haste would allow, and made it
through the door just as the late bell rang.

The sensei regarded he and his sheepish bow coolly, and Yami made his way to
his seat feeling miffed. Yugi dashed in moments later, and the sensei handed him
a tardy slip with the same cool indifference. Yugi accepted it with an apologetic
flush and sat.

/Don't look now but he's right behind you!/

//Aibou, I saw him when I came in.//

/Oh. Well just so ya know, he wasn't glaring daggers at your back today./

//Oh?// Yami answered softly. //Aibou, I don't ca-//

/His eyes are wide and. omigod./

//Aibou? What is it?!// Yami couldn't help the panic rising in his mental tone.
Yugi's voice had filled with distress. The smaller boy couldn't turn around
during class but Yugi pictured himself with worried eyes. /Yami, he's crying./

//Crying?!// Yami shot back in disbelief. //Seto Kaiba doesn't cry.//

/Well, he could if he was in the back row. Like he is today. And if Sensei `Bitch'
didn't give a damn. Which she doesn't. And if he had something so heavy on his
mind that he was staring at your back as though he could burn holes right
through it. which he is./

Startled at Yugi's last comment, Yami's gaze shot from the desk in front of him to
his hikari's worried gaze. Yugi had turned slightly and Yami could tell the boy
was looking right past him. /Yami, he's definitely crying./

//Why?!//

Yugi's shoulders slumped a bit as he shot his dark half a rather annoyed look.
/The hell if I know!/ Yugi's irate answer took Yami aback, and he shot up and
back in his seat, only to crack his back loudly over something hard behind him.
His `ow' was synchronized with a deeper, growling one and Yami turned,
rubbing his back, only to gape and flinch. Seto Kaiba, rubbing his sore h was was
fixing an angry and extremely cute pouty glare on the former Pharaoh.

Apparently, Kaiba had put his head down moments before Yami had decided to
stretch.

Not trusting himself to speak, Yami shrugged apologetically then turned in his
seat to face Yugi. Said teen looked like he would burst with held-in laughter.

//It's not that funny,// Yami thought crossly.

/Yes, yes it is./ Yugi's amethyst eyes sparkled.

Yami's eyes were clouded slightly. //Did you see that pout? Adorable. I might
just have to frame that memory and hang it over the bed in my soul room.//

/Yami?/ Yugi's flat tone jerked Yami out of his pleasant reverie.

//Hn?//

/You're obsessing./

//Am not!// Yami pictured himself with an incredibly large pouting lip that
hung to the floor. Yugi doubled over in his desk, trying not to laugh.

/Yes you are! You should haveen* en* what was runningoughough your
subconscious! You are so dirty, Yami./

Yami jerked his head a little in shock. //My subcon. Aibou, what did you
see?!//

`Innocently', Yugi bit a finger and grinned. /Nothing./

Behind the dark spirit and unbeknownst to him, Seto Kaiba was softly shedding
tears on to the hard desk. He hated himself for it, God knows who could see him,
but he felt so helpless. his world was crashing down and he had no one to help
him this time.

A small sob escaped him before he could push it down his throat again. Yami
d.
d.

Kaiba, his head in the crook of his elbow, heard the rustle of leather and knew
Yami was looking down at him. His fears were confirmed when he heard Yami's
rich, slightly accented voice softly inquire, "What is it?"

Kaiba opted for ignoring him as he let that wonderful voice wash over his
hunched shoulders like waves on seaside cliffs. He let it toy with his nerves,
rolling his shoulders slightly when the tingles rushed from his back straight to
his groin. He tried not to let the Pharaoh affect him, but on days like this. he
was vulnerable to just about anything.

He'd gone to see Mokuba this morning, before setting off to school. He'd been
greeted with the same grim news: no, the young boy hadn't woken. His vital
signs were stable only with the help of those boxy contraptions he was hooked
to. And he showed no signs of better or worse. He was the same. Just as he had
been for two years.

It was his senior year, but Kaiba disregarded any fantasies of college. He would
stay by his brother's side until. he couldn't say it. Until. he had to pull the
plug. Or, until the little black haired boy woke. Just thinking about the slate-
eyed, thirteen-and-a-half year old tornado caused fresh tears to well. His
shoulders stiffened slightly, and Yami noticed.

A slight sigh escaped the Egyptian's lips; he raised a hand and slid it across
Kaiba's tense shoulders to try and comfort him. The friendly contact, however,
only served to dissolve the rest of Kaiba's control. He sagged, sobbing softly, and
Yami hesitantly wrapped blue-clad arms around the cobalt-eyed teen. He didn't
ask, nor did he try to probe Kaiba's mind. He simply held the youth in their half
embrace, hoping the torrent of tears would stop soon. It would not due for Kaiba
to be caught likes.
s.

Yami growled at himself as he
rubbed Kaiba's back in small circular motions, trying to relieve some of the
tension. prying today, the last thing I'd need is him wondering why Kaiba was sobbing in
my arms. Speaking of which.//> Yami glanced down at the distraught teen.


As though responding to the mental question, Kaiba sniffed quietly and looked
up. A lone tear still slid slowly down his tanned cheek, and Yami couldn't resist.
He reached up a finger-cursing himself because it was trembling-and wiped
the tear away. Turning from Kaiba to stare thoughtfully at the ground, Yami put
his finger to his lips.

Kaiba was shocked.

Yami turned suddenly back to the cobalt-eyed teen, his gaze so intense that
Kaiba gulped and looked away. Yami was suddenly concerned. Seto Kaiba did
not flinch. Seto Kaiba did not look away. Hell, Seto Kaiba definitely did not cry!

Raising Kaiba's chin with two fingertips, Yami gazed into those ocean-blue
depths and whispered, "Will you be all right?"

The question broke the spell Kaiba had been under, and with an almost audible
crack his cold mask snapped back into place. He glared at Yami with now-dry
eyes; Yami snatched his hand away as though burnt. He turned away so that
Kaiba couldn't, didn't have to, see the hurt in his eyes.

He sat slumped, finding the grained surface of his desk fascinating, until the bell
rang. Then he stood, gathered his things, and left.

/Yami-/

//Aibou, I don't want to talk.//

And he closed the mental connection. As Yami made his way to his next class,
which he ironically shared with both Kaiba *and* that Tomb Robber, he ran his
still-shaking fingers through his hair. *th?//>?//>

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