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It wasn't too long before Mokuba's fever broke and he was finally well again. Seto couldn't have been more pleased, but with Gozaburo finally being able to punish them for the younger brother's insubordination, their reunion was short lived. Once again, Mokuba was banished to the far side of the house, leaving Seto unable to even communicate with him unless one of the maids decided to pass on messages.

Even at dinner, Mokuba had to eat in the kitchen with the servants. His place at the table was given up, and sitting alone with Gozaburo for each meal was something of a torture for Seto. He had to wait sometimes for nearly an hour for the old man to finish, as he often took cigar breaks between eating and purposely let out the toxic smoke in Seto's direction.

They never spoke to each other. Seto was quick to finish eating before he waited to be excused, and the only other person who ever sometimes joined them was Damien, who tried forcing his young charge into pointless conversation.

What was happening with Mokuba was a mystery. Seto was kept busy, with Kaiba Corp and his own secret projects, he didn't have enough moments in the day to figure out a way to sneak around and see his younger brother. He had tried unsuccessfully at first to find a way through the servant's passageway over to Mokuba's bedroom, but Isono had stopped him. He wasn't stealthy enough, and after failing for the fifth time and becoming angry that Mokuba hadn't found a way to reunite them himself, Seto fell into work again.

A distraction.

But it ended when Gozaburo had another business trip to Tokyo. And to Seto's surprise, he took Mokuba along with him to "educate him on the world", which could have meant many things, but he knew the old man wasn't actually going to do anything with his brother. Maybe stick him on some servant to watch so there was no chance they'd end up speaking while he was gone.

And sitting alone in his room as the rain finally broke, Seto thought about leaving the grounds again. To see the strange boy near the river.

Assuming he was even there again. While the likelihood of that was low, it was enough motivation to make him go. Anything to get out of that house. He was essentially confined to the house unless he was at work. It was only when Gozaburo left that he had free reign over where he went. He supposed it was lucky for him that the security guards in the house didn't care in the least whether he wandered freely or not.

He left the Kaiba property the same way he had the time before, following the creek in the woods until it let out into a larger body of water on the city outskirts. It had taken a long time to get there, and Seto was a little out of breath by the time he arrived, but it seemed he hadn't wasted his time. When he looked around, a mop of blond hair caught his attention. He almost didn't believe that he'd been fortunate enough to actually encounter Jonouchi again, but he didn't question it.

He wasn't sure how to get his attention, and simply stood still at the riverbank for a few moments as he thought it through. But before he could make up his mind, Jonouchi looked up from where he was staring into the water. His fishing pole was nearby, but he seemed to have given up on the task in favor of sitting cross-legged on the rocks and watching the water.

"Hey, it's you!" He exclaimed, standing quickly and staring at Seto in disbelief. "Didn't think I'd see you down here again. Do you just hate taking the train or something? It's easier than stumbling through the woods, you know."

Seto watched as Jonouchi approached him, likely so that he wouldn't have to shout across the distance.

"The metro isn't available in my neighborhood," he replied, "And I hardly mind the exercise."

It wasn't as if he was allowed to run around and play all the time. He was barely allowed out of the house, and Gozaburo was far less concerned about physical prowess than "education". Seto could only assume that his cardio was as good as it was due to his diet and general fitness.

"Or were you just hoping to find me again?" teased the blond boy, grinning somewhat wolfishly, "I figured you'd be back eventually."

He looked genuinely pleased to see Seto again, despite his own reservations at finding the stranger. Sure, it was someone his own age to talk to, but his crude manner of speech and how he carried himself was slightly unnerving.

"I just needed a breath of fresh air," informed Seto, rolling his eyes, "And you just happened to be back here. I wasn't looking for you at all."

"Whatever, save face if you want."

Turning his back on Seto, Jonouchi left him standing near the trees and went back to his fishing rod. He had no catches in his bucket, but instead of looking downtrodden over his bad luck, his face still looked bright and cheerful, as his line began to tug.

"See!" He exclaimed, looking at Seto with sharp eyes as Seto looked back slightly surprised, "I think I finally got something!"

And pulling his line back and lifting the rod to bring up his catch, Jonouchi was pissed to find a mess of plants stuck on his lure. No fish at all.

"Ah well fuck this shit then," he said, pulling the crap off his hook, "I can get something cheap to eat near my apartment. Do you like street food at all, Takahashi?"

Seto almost didn't reply, the name wasn't recognizable until he remembered that he had lied to Jonouchi before over his identity. And sneering slightly, he made note of the lack of honorifics despite his obvious class.

"No. I don't eat garbage."

"Well, your loss then. I'm leaving, and I'm gonna get some "garbage" for dinner. Later."

Jonouchi waved his hand dismissively and started walking toward what probably led to downtown Domino. Seto blinked, surprised that he'd been so quickly abandoned, and he felt a mild internal panic as he realized Jonouchi was actually leaving. He certainly didn't want to stay in the woods by himself, and even less did he feel like going back to the mansion. And, if he had to be honest, he was hungry.

He quickly caught up to Jonouchi and then kept pace with him, scowling when he turned his head and grinned broadly at him. He'd probably expected this to happen. Seto felt distinctly as if he'd embarrassed himself.

"Looks like I'm buying for two after all," Jonouchi stated before laughing at Seto's expense.

"I'm not going to eat some crappy street food. I'm only going with you because I don't feel like walking home."

"Sure, sure. Do you like octopus?"

Seto didn't reply. They'd found a path that emerged into Domino Park, and Jonouchi energetically led the way into the city proper. He seemed extremely excited about the food he was going to get. It was interesting to see-almost cute, even. He looked like a child anticipating some kind of present.

He was reminded unpleasantly of Mokuba's face the first time he'd seen his pet dog, and grimaced. Jonouchi seemed to notice his change in mood and glanced at him with an expression of mild concern.

"You okay there? Lookin' kinda pale."

"I'm perfectly fine."

"Yeah, probably just hungry," Jonouchi grinned as the smell of deep-fried meat and fish wafted to them. Seto followed his companion's line of vision and saw a booth with a few seats at the bar, and then caught his breath a little when Jonouchi grabbed his wrist and yanked him along as he charged toward the food vendor.

Seto didn't bother protesting. He'd only been half-convinced that he could hold out to begin with, but now that he actually smelled and saw the food, he fully realized that he was definitely going to indulge. Even if it was crap, and Jonouchi would probably laugh at him.

"What are you getting?" Asked Jonouchi when they reached the booth. Seto shrugged, partly because he couldn't really decide, and partly because he wasn't even sure what was on the menu. Jonouchi rolled his eyes and ordered for both of them before sitting down.

And apparently what little money he had went a long way, because he had ordered two bowls of curry and rice with octopus and some kind of pop Seto wasn't accustomed to. Staring at the array of food, he wasn't sure what to eat, and picking with his chopsticks, he glanced at Jonouchi, who was piling in food like a starved dog before looking at his companion.

"You know, this ain't gonna kill you," he teased, "Just try it."

Seto was really hungry.

After sitting there awkwardly with his stomach madly growling, he finally took a piece of pork belly into his mouth, the flavor a tad overwhelming but still good. It wasn't like the food he was used to at home. The bold flavor, and spice, it had so much depth yet was so simple to make. And quickly filling his stomach with rice, he forgot about his companion and just focused on eating. He had, after all, missed lunch and it was well past dinner time already.

Thankfully Jonouchi was too focused on grilled octopus to tease, the stick of seafood goodness in his mouth as he bobbed it around with his tongue. He seemed delighted in playing with his food, like a dog, and finally finishing and feeling quite embarrassed with himself, Kaiba pushed away his plate and dumped his chopsticks on top of it.

"It's getting dark you know," said Jonouchi, as he ate the last of the grilled sticks, "You probably shouldn't go back in those woods now. I have an apartment close by, and it's next to this sick arcade!"

"-I can make my way back home just fine," interrupted Seto, not wanting to go missing even with Gozaburo wasn't home. He didn't know this kid, and for all he knew, the blond was trying to fix him into some sort of trap. "I'm not some kid who's scared of the dark."

"That's not what I'm talking about, prick."

Jonouchi seemed to have snapped, pulling Seto's arm when he tried walking away.

"There's all sorts of thugs who hang around there at night. And dressed as you are, they'll certainly try mugging you. So if you have any damn sense in that pretty head of yours, you'll come with me and stop being an ass over it."

Seto frowned a little at Jonouchi's ranting. While he was slightly hesitant to take his word for it, there was a high likelihood that he'd be apprehended in that part of town. Walking around downtown or in the woods at night looking like he did was probably not the best idea. And Jonouchi didn't seem like he was good at lying or being tricky at all. It almost made Seto feel like his talents were being wasted.

"If it's that important to you, then fine," he conceded reluctantly, "On the condition that we visit the arcade you mentioned."

With all his games banned at home, it would be more than interesting to be able to play something again. Even if it was simple arcade games, he'd at least be stimulated by the mental exertion and the competition of beating someone's high scores.

Jonouchi seemed pleased (and relieved) that he'd agreed to spend the night, and returned to his upbeat self in the blink of an eye. Seto was a little surprised to see it. He was far more accustomed to grudges and plans of retaliation than Jonouchi's pick-up-and-move-on attitude. It almost didn't seem real. Then again, if he was as underprivileged as he seemed, that was probably the only way he could get up in the morning.

"Sure, I'll take you there. But don't expect to beat my scores. I'm basically the best."

Seto raised an eyebrow.

"Well, we'll see about that. I'm not bad myself."

He was hustling of course. He knew his own prowess, and was more lying outright than being modest. The likelihood that Jonouchi was better than him was quite low. Jonouchi led the way to what Seto assumed was the arcade. They passed several other things as well-vending machines with very...interesting products inside, a "gentleman's club", and a convenience store that had bars on the windows. Seto had never seen a store with bars on the windows before; he hadn't actually believed they existed in the modern world.

Then again, he hadn't thought that sex shops were as popular as they seemed to be either, but there were several on the way to the arcade.

Seto was walking toward the arcade when he noticed that Jonouchi was stopped outside the convenience store, looking in through the window thoughtfully. Seto returned to his side.

"What are you doing?" He asked, trying to figure out what in there was catching Jonouchi's eye. "Let's go to the arcade."

"Hold on," Jonouchi raised a hand to quiet him. Seto was taken aback by his insolence, but he didn't have time to retort before Jonouchi grinned at him. "I'm going in there first. I've got some purchases to make."

Seto unenthusiastically followed him into the dingy little shop, frowning openly to show his distaste. He didn't want to go in there, at all. There were bars on the bloody windows, he certainly didn't think it was a good place to be.

"Where are you even coming up with the money? And why waste it here?" He muttered, but Jonouchi shushed him harshly.

"Do you want the owner to get pissed? How about you stay quiet?"

Seto was about to retort by saying he didn't much care what the owner thought, but after realizing what part of town he was in, he was becoming a little more cautious. So he did as Jonouchi had asked (in the rudest way possible) and simply trailed behind him. He swept the store with his eyes out of curiosity and noticed a lack of any functional security cameras or decent alarm system. There was a convex mirror in a corner so the stone-faced store owner could keep an eye on them.

Jonouchi picked up some snacks, which was hardly surprising. It might not be a bad idea in the long run, since they might be at the arcade for hours, and Jonouchi seemed to like eating. What did surprise Seto was that the other boy grabbed cigarettes and some "glamour" magazines as well before approaching the shop counter. Seto was wondering how he intended to convince the store owner he was of an age to buy anything like that, but said nothing as Jonouchi paid.

When the owner gestured for an I.D., Jonouchi presented one. Seto could tell fairly easily that it was fake, even with how little he knew about things like that, but the shop owner didn't seem overly concerned. Jonouchi got all his purchases in a bag and the two of them left the store. Seto hadn't had (or ever expected to have) an experience like that, but he had to admit it was a little exhilarating. There was a certain sense of freedom involved that he didn't have in any part of his life with Gozaburo. It was like another world entirely.

Following behind Jonouchi again, he was pleased when they finally reached the arcade. There were many people there, mainly rough looking teenagers, but Seto wasn't too concerned over them. Taking a few bills he smuggled out of the mansion and putting them into the coin slot machine, he waited until he had a handful of coins, going over to the nearest shooter game and dumping two coins into the slot as Jonouchi watched over his shoulder.

"You know that game is really hard," he said, still carrying his paper bags from the store, "I've only gotten sixth place, and there's no way-"

But before he could finish his sentence, Seto had moved on to the next level, going from one trial to the next without too much trouble. He never missed a target, and holding onto the plastic gun like it was real, he kept going, until a small crowd of boys surrounded him and watched, gaping.

Jonouchi looked a little more than peeved when Seto finally beat the game, taking first place on the roster. He placed the initials "KAI" into the system, and walking away with a smug grin on his face, Seto moved onto the next challenge.

And the next. And the next. His little following of observers were blown away as he cleared through every single thing the arcade had to offer, except for the dance step machine that didn't interest anyone but the girls. He passed that, but won first in everything else, signing his tag on every single game top ten, beating down Jonouchi's own scores without even having to really try.

"How the hell are you even managing that?" Fuming, the blond boy looked like he wanted to beat Seto right there, his fists shaking as his face turned red, but Seto just calmly shrugged his shoulders, still wearing a pleased expression as the owner of the arcade stared at him, dumbfounded.

"I told you I was good at games."

"You're not just good, Takahashi, you're like some game king. I mean goddamn, I've never seen anyone play that well before, and you weren't even breaking a sweat..."

The other boys around them nodded their head, and despite a few disgruntled looking thugs who were sizing Seto up from a distance (which earned them dark looks from Jonouchi), no one retaliated. They all seemed at least amused, if not blown away by the stranger's unmatched skills.

"I think a celebration is in order!" Announced Jonouchi, throwing a free arm over Seto's shoulder without warning, "My dad is gone for who knows how long, and I got some shit I know will blow your mind. Come on, my apartment isn't that far away from this dump."

He guided Seto out of the building, his bag of goodies in his other hand as he looked out for his apartment building. Everything was bunched together in the city, and wrinkling his nose slightly, Seto didn't approve of the slum he was stuck in, but couldn't do much about it. The sky was already getting dark in a well lit city, and he really had no idea where he was anymore. Just somewhere in the bad side of Domino, with some strange boy with dyed hair who liked dirty magazines.

"You know this means you'll have to have me over sometime, Takahashi," said Jonouchi, grinning stupidly, "It's only polite."

"I can't have guests over," replied Seto, rolling his eyes, "And it wasn't like I wanted to come over anyways."

"Oh come on, don't be such a hard ass. My place ain't even that bad, compared to most. I keep it clean."

But once they actually reached his place, which was the size of a standard bedroom in the mansion, Seto's face fell. There was clothes all over, and empty takeout boxes on the counter. Their kitchen only had two burners on it, and the fridge was only half the size of the ones the Kaiba Mansion kept back at home.

"It's small."

"Compared to what you're used to, yes," grumbled Jonouchi, dumping his bag on the counter, "But not all of us can live like Americans. You hungry?"

He took out a bag of potato chips and a can of pop. Shaking his head no, Seto tried to find a place on the futon to sit, where there wasn't any loose clothes, while Jonouchi shrugged and got to pulling his things out.

"I get to live by myself most of the time," continued Jonouchi, "And I have a shit job at this garage where my dad used to work, when I'm not in school. Not even supposed to have a job, but what they don't know won't kill them."

"It must be nice not to have a parent around," Seto mused, considering the possibilities for his own life if he had such an opportunity. The idea of having no control was highly appealing. Jonouchi only shrugged in response, and didn't seem like he thought it was all that exciting. Seto realized he'd spoken without taking his companion's situation into account, but it seemed too late to take it back.

He followed Jonouchi to his room, which was a little less of a mess than the rest of the place; more like the clutter that might be expected of a teenage boy than a pigsty. Jonouchi flopped onto his mattress with an obvious sense of urgency and opened one of the magazines he'd bought.

"You gonna come over here?" Jonouchi asked. Seto was uncomfortable with the idea of lying on a bed looking at porn with another boy, but he sat anyway, observing the glamour shots. Jonouchi was grinning, looking quite enthusiastic about the pictures as he turned the pages and oggled the women.

"I'm pretty sure that breasts are supposed to be more...malleable," Seto noted, but Jonouchi didn't seem to hear him.

"I like this one," he pointed to a girl with lighter skin, her frame a little more slender than the others. She had real breasts, surprisingly.

"Good for you," Seto muttered. He was figuring out very quickly that he wasn't nearly as voyeuristic as his friend. The images were a little interesting, maybe, but not in the way he was sure they were intended to be. At least Jonouchi seemed to be enjoying himself. Seto decided to relax, and lay on his stomach beside the other boy so as not to reject the companionship Jonouchi was evidently trying to extend.

"I can't believe you don't like this shit," mumbled Jonouchi, as he sat on his butt cross legged, his eyes widened as he took in each page, "I mean, you have a dick don't you?" And snorting to himself at Seto's expense, he finished through the first magazine, stuffing a handful of chips into his mouth before opening another one.

This one was different, however. Not so vulgar in content, as it looked more natural in that the girls who were on it didn't have the fakeness of the ones before. Their bodies weren't made up into doll parts, and Jonouchi seemed disinterested, snubbing it and tossing the pages away. Seto had to scramble a little to grab it, looking over the front cover before realizing that Jonouchi had grabbed a artist magazine that featured nudes on the cover instead of actual porn.

"I can't believe I wasted my money on that shit," he said, getting up real quick before leaving the room.

Seto just looked at him blankly before settling his eyes down again on the people who covered the pages. They were of all races and instead of only women, there were a few nude men too. Their bodies looked just as intriguing, although not curvy and round like the women. Instead, they were muscle bound and when they flexed, their definition was easy to see. It was like the European paintings he had seen before in books, and before Jonouchi could catch him gaping at a man with his whole lower half exposed, he turned the page to a blonde woman, who laid on her back with her breasts exposed.

And she was beautiful as well. Her face was soft and features full, with lips that pouted and hair that seemed caught in her face. Her limbs were slender and her calf muscles had a pleasing sort of curve to them, like the small of her back and how her small natural looking breasts fell a tad to the wayside by gravity as her arms supported her.

"She's pretty I guess," said Jonouchi, as he sat back down, "But it all looks boring in my opinion. I mean who wants to jerk off to black and white shit?"

Seto was a little perturbed by the question. He wasn't particularly interested in "jerking off" to images of other people. It seemed like a strange thing to do, much as he knew it was fairly common. Then again, he'd never really tried it. Something about it seemed horribly embarrassing.

"Why would you want to look at pictures of women who are full of silicone?" Seto retorted. "You know that real women aren't that tacky, right?"

The excessive makeup and over-done glamour shots weren't really interesting to him. There was a difference between something being sexy and it being pornographic.Jonouchi seemed to prefer the latter. The porno magazine had far less variety in it. Every woman in it had natural Japanese features or some horrible hair dye job to make herself look blonde. Seto did find light hair appealing visually, but not when it was so obviously fake. It was almost like looking at a cheap wig.

"And I'm not here to jerk off. That would just be strange," he muttered. His face actually felt a little hot just thinking about the possibility. He shied away from the thought; there was nothing comfortable about masturbating with a boy he barely knew while looking at tasteless pictures.

"I wasn't planning to either, weirdo," Jonouchi rolled his eyes, setting the nude photography magazine aside and taking up the porn again. Seto flipped through the discarded photos in interest. He supposed it was a kind of art, capturing the human form at its most aesthetically pleasing state.

"You're the weirdo, spending what little money you have on trash," Seto retorted, less venomously than he might have. Jonouchi was intriguing, even if he was apparently a giant pervert. He supposed there were worse things for him to spend money on than his blooming sex drive.

"Maybe you should try spending it on a better dye job."

Jonouchi turned and scowled at him, looking genuinely offended for possibly the first time since they'd met. His nose wrinkled, his nostrils flared as he narrowed his eyes and frowned. Seto raised an eyebrow, more interested and slightly amused by the expression than he was wary.

"There's nothing wrong with my hair, asshole."

"Are you kidding? You look almost like her," Seto pointed at the picture Jonouchi was looking at-an obviously Japanese woman, with light skin and dark eyebrows. Her hair was quite badly dyed golden blonde, and combined with her nearly black eyes and jet-black brows, she looked genuinely terrible in Seto's opinion. Jonouchi huffed at the insult.

"Do I look like a bimbo to you? If one of us looks like a woman, it's definitely you," he smirked as Seto's face twisted into a deep frown.

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, look at you. You've got those big blue doe eyes. And you're too skinny, maybe if you got some muscle on you, you'd look like a man."

"You're the one dying your hair blond to look, what, less Japanese? And you're saying I'm the feminine one. As if."

Cutting the conversation completely, Seto turned around and laid on the mattress, no longer interested in conversing. He was tired of the company, of his companion's strange mannerisms and interest in rather ugly looking porno models, and already tired from walking god knew how many miles, he just wanted to get down to his underwear and sleep the exhaust off. Hopefully no one in the mansion would miss him, since Isono was even gone with Gozaburo.

"Besides, I'm only fifteen. I'm not fully grown yet, and neither are you, so you can shut it, Jonouchi."

The blond only snorted, his eyes narrowed as he tossed his dirty magazine away and stripped down to his boxers. Seto merely glanced at him as he undressed; he wasn't that masculine yet himself. He was probably what, almost fifteen, and his body was still caught between childhood and adulthood, with the frame of an older teenage boy but no muscle mass of a full grown man. And being much shorter than Seto, he didn't appear that intimidating now that he was nearly nude.

"Yeah, whatever."

He seemed somewhat offended still, but didn't fight against sharing the same bed. His back was up against Seto's, in a way that he found uncomfortable, but he was too nervous to move away from the contact. If he did, would Jonouchi make something of it? Who knew.

The mattress wasn't nearly as comfortable as the ones Seto was accustomed to having, but the company made up for it somewhat. It was more pleasant to have someone around (even if the proximity was a little uncomfortable) than to sleep alone in an oversized mattress, in an equally oversized bedroom, listening to an old house creak around him in the near-silence. Here, there was the noise of the city outside, and the sound of Jonouchi's heavy breathing to make the darkness feel less stark. Once his brain figured out that the city noise was unimportant, it became more of a background lull with Jonouchi's steady rhythm of breathing as timekeeper.

Seto blamed it on how active he'd been that day, but he found himself drifting off very easily. Despite knowing that he'd have to get home as quickly as possible the next day, he felt strangely content and accomplished, his life back at Kaiba Mansion somehow distant. More like a different reality than his day-to-day existence. Without the constant strain bearing down on him, it was infinitely easier to find rest.

So despite the heat and contact of another, Seto quickly fell asleep in the strange apartment.
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