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University Daze	By : Kali Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4232 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Warnings: Again, the same as always! This chapter: nothing of interest.
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Chapter
7 � Leavin� on a Jet Plane
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�Wow! Check out this jet!�
Joey was gawking at the interior of the plane that would fly them and 16
other students to Egypt, along with their family members.
�Well, it is one of Kaiba�s jets.�
Serenity pointed out. Mai had
refused to come along because �All that sand and my hair don�t mix. Besides, I�ve already been there before.�
�Yugi, are you sure this thing is a
safe mode of transportation?� Yami
asked, warily looking around.
�I�m with you, Pharaoh.� Bakura
looked nervously out the window.
Yugi and Ryou exchanged looks.
�Maybe you guys should take the aisle seats.� Ryou suggested.
Marik sneered. �Oh, look,
Malik! The mighty Pharaoh and the
fearless Tombrobber are scared!�
Malik choked back a laugh and pulled Marik to take their seats. �You idiot!
Are you trying to get us in trouble?�
Malik shoved Marik into his seat.
�What? It�s funny!�
�Watch it, Marik.� Yami warned,
frowning. �Or you will fly to Egypt out
there�attached to the wing.�
Marik paled at the threat and sunk down in his seat. �And they think I�m crazy?� He muttered.
�What was that?�
�Nothing!�
They had all settled in when Kaiba appeared at the front.
�Listen up! I�m afraid your
professor won�t be joining us. Seems
he�s in the hospital with a bad case of food poisoning. So I�ve asked a couple acquaintances to come
along.�
The gang gasped when Ishizu and Isis stepped through the doorway behind
Kaiba.
�Hey, Sis! Isis!� Malik, grinning, waved.
Marik groaned. �Oh just
wonderful. Now we�re going to have to
listen to them harp at us the whole time.�
Kaiba�s smile was just a little evil and directed at the male
Ishtars. �Oh, that�s right. Well, I guess it�ll be a real family trip,
won�t it?�
Marik was turning red and reaching for his back where the Millennium Rod
was tucked securely beneath his shirt.
Yami, sitting directly behind Malik, saw the movement between the seats
and growled, �Marik!�
�Just once. Please! I swear I�ll bring him right back again.�
�No!� That came from Isis. �I�ll take it away for the whole trip,
Marik.�
Marik gave a pleading look to his hikari, who just shrugged as if to
say, �What can I do?�
�Right.� Kaiba watched Marik
warily. �So, this is Isis and
Ishizu. They both operate the ancient
Egypt exhibit at the Domino Museum.�
Isis and Ishizu took their seats.
Then Mokuba poked his head through the door. �Seto, the captain says we can take off. We�ve got clearance.�
�All right. Tell him to get
going.�
�Hey! Mokuba! What�cha doing here?� Joey called out from the back row where he
sat with Serenity.
�Hi, everyone! Hey, Seto didn�t
tell me all you guys were coming.� He
gave a glare at his older brother, who shrugged uncomfortably.
�Must�ve slipped my mind.� He
muttered.
�Yeah, right. Of course, I came
Joey! I couldn�t let Seto go running
off to Egypt alone!�
�Cool.�
�Mokuba! Go � Now!�
�Okay!� He disappeared.
Soon after, the plane coasted down the runway, then began speeding up
before lifting off into the sky.
�Whee!� Malik squealed. Marik had fallen asleep.
Yami was grasping Yugi�s hand so tight his knuckles were turning
white. That was the only evidence that
the ride bothered him, however.
Serenity and Joey were leaning to look out the window, completely
unaffected.
Poor Bakura had yelped when the plane lifted off and was clutching Ryou,
who winced.
//You ok, Yami?// Yugi
asked. //It�ll be better once we reach
altitude and level off.//
//If you say so, aibou.//
Yugi gave him a reassuring smile and raised their joined hands, kissing
the back of Yami�s hand for comfort.
When the plane did level off, Yami finally relaxed, though he continued
to hold his hikari�s hand.
Malik took off his seatbelt as soon as the light told him to (A/N: you know, those �fasten seatbelt� lights on
planes?) then unbuckled his sleeping
Yami�s belt too. He got up and knelt on
his seat to look over the back at Yugi and Yami.
�You excited, Yugi?�
�Yeah! Hey, where do you suppose
we�ll go first?�
�I don�t know. Do you think
we�ll get to ride a camel?�
Yugi laughed. �Malik, you�re
from Egypt. Haven�t you ever ridden a
camel before?�
He pouted. �No. Ishizu would never let me.�
�Too bad.�
�Yeah.�
��Kura, you don�t look so good.�
Ryou studied Bakura, concerned.
The Ring Spirit had turned a little green.
�That�s �cause I don�t feel so good.�
He groaned as the plane shifted a little. �Ra save me.�
�Turn on that vent, Ryou.� Malik
suggested. �It�s fresh air and it might
help a little.�
Ryou reached up and did that, aiming it at Bakura. �How�s that?�
�Better.� He gave Ryou a weak
smile, closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat.
�Gee, Bakura. I didn�t expect you
to be the one who got airsick.� Joey
peered around the seat from behind Bakura.
�Try to go to sleep. That helps
too.�
�What�s it look like I�m doing, Wheeler?�
After a while, the flight attendant came around passing out beverages,
headphones, and anything else the passengers requested. Then the in-flight movie started.
Joey and Serenity watched the movie, as did most of the other
students. Malik had curled up next to
Marik and was sound asleep. Yugi and
Ryou, not interested in the movie, decided to have a duel. Yami got up and stretched, saying to Yugi,
�I�m going to talk to Kaiba, aibou.
I�ll be back.�
�Okay.�
As he walked past Ishizu and Isis, Ishizu stopped him.
�Is everything alright, my Pharaoh?�
She inquired softly, careful not to let anyone hear her.
He smiled. �It�s nothing,
Ishizu. I guess I�m just a bit �
nervous. Despite what I�ve seen on TV
and in books, I don�t know what to expect.�
Isis leaned over and said quietly, �It has changed greatly from the
Egypt we once knew, Yami. But we aren�t
alone anymore. We have our
hikaris.� She paused. �You have regained your memories, my
Pharaoh, but you have chosen to live in the present. On this trip, perhaps you will be able to put the past behind
you.�
He regarded her gravely for a moment before nodding and moving on.
Yami nearly ran into Mokuba on his way through to Kaiba�s own private
cabin.
�Oh, sorry Yami! Did you need
something?� Mokuba asked.
�I wish to speak with your brother, Mokuba. Is he busy?�
�He�s always busy. Come on! Give him something to do besides crunch
numbers.� Yami followed the younger
Kaiba.
�Hey, Seto! Leave the computer
alone for a while. You�ve got company.�
�I don�t have time, Mokuba. The
company won�t run itself you know.� Kaiba
didn�t even look away from the screen, his back to them.
�No, but it�ll do just fine without you for a little while.� Mokuba scowled. �You work too hard, big brother.�
Kaiba knew Yami was there. He
could feel the Pharaoh�s aura from across town. He also knew what Yami was standing there, waiting patiently,
for.
He sighed and put the computer in �sleep� mode before swinging around in
his chair to face Yami and Mokuba. He
and Yami eyed each other as Kaiba crossed his legs, leaned back in his chair and
folded his arms over his chest.

*****************Flashback****************
(a month earlier)

Kaiba looked up as the doors to his office swung open and his secretary
admitted a visitor.
Interesting. He
thought, raising an eyebrow at Yami. What
does he want?
�Kaiba.� Yami inclined his head,
coolly.
�Yami.� The door clicked shut behind Yami as the secretary bowed out.
�I�ll get right to the point.
I�ve come to ask for your help.�
The other eyebrow joined the one already up. �I see. And what could
the Great Pharaoh possibly need my help for?�
Ruby red eyes flashed and narrowed.
Sure, after Battle City they had come to an understanding. But it was still a new peace. And like most new peaces, one wrong action
or word could shatter it.
�Do you mind?� He muttered,
icily.
�Sorry. Bad habit. And you surprised me, too. What�s up?�
Kaiba apologized, as graciously as he could.
Yami grunted. �I have two
requests. One is business, the other
personal.�
The CEO part of him leaned forward at the word �business�. �Go on.�
�Business first. Even though
I�ve decided to remain here with Yugi, I realize I still have some duties and
responsibilities as Pharaoh as long as the Millennium Items exist.�
�No offence, Yami, but I seriously am glad I don�t want your
position. I�ve got enough to worry
about right here.� Kaiba gestured at
his office, meaning the whole of Kaiba Corp.
Yami cracked a smile. �And I
wouldn�t want your troubles either.�
They shared a rare moment of complete agreement before Yami continued.
�I also realize that eventually I will be back in Egypt. Tell me, Kaiba, you have a board of
directors whom you call on when you need input into certain matters,
correct?� At Kaiba�s nod, he went
on. �I once had something similar,
you�ll recall. I had a council of
advisors. Well, I�ve decided to put a
new one together. Yugi, of course, is
to be head councilor�and something else, too, but I�ll get back to that. I�ve already asked Isis, Marik, and Bakura
to sit on my council as well. However,
none of us, save Yugi, are very familiar with this world. I need at least one councilor who
understands this world.�
�You said it yourself, Yami.
You�ve got Yugi.� Kaiba was sure
he knew where this was going.
�Yes. But my hikari is
innocent. There are some things that I
would prefer Yugi not have to worry about or deal with.� Yami took a breath. He was sure this was one of the hardest
things he�d ever had to do. �I would
appreciate, Seto Kaiba, if you would consider accepting that position. I know we�ve our differences, you and I, but
despite that, I believe you to be honorable, intelligent, and trustworthy. You�ve proven that many times.�
Kaiba regarded him for a moment, a little surprised, a little amused,
and to his shock, honored. But he
wasn�t sure he wanted to accept. And
so, he replied, �Would you mind if I took the time to think about it?�
Yami shook his head. �Not at
all.�
�Then that�s what I�ll do and get back to you.� Kaiba tapped his desk with his pen. �Now, that was business. What�s this personal request of yours? I�ll admit I�m quite curious.�
Yami�s face softened and he smiled.
�There was an old ritual that hadn�t been exercised in many
generations. The Osiris Binding
Ritual. (A/N: No such thing�I made it
up.) Do you recall such a ceremony?�
Kaiba stared at him. �You�re
kidding? That ritual wasn�t used by
your ancestors for a good reason, Yami.
You do remember that it not only binds your soul to another�s for all
eternity, but it means a sharing of power and position that even the Pharaoh�s
High Queen couldn�t enjoy?�
The Pharaoh�s smile didn�t falter.
�I know.�
Kaiba drew a sharp breath. �You
really love Yugi that much?�
�Yes. I would give it all up for
him. He is my Light, my heart, my very
soul.�
�I can see that. But are you so
sure that he�ll agree to this?�
A flicker of uncertainty crossed Yami�s face. �No. He will have the
choice. If he chooses not to go through
with it, I will have to accept that and deal with it. But I�ll worry about that if I have to.�
�So what, exactly, do you want me to do?�
�Do you remember the ceremony?�
�Yes.�
Yami sighed in relief. He had
worried that perhaps Kaiba wouldn�t remember�or worse, had never learned how it
was performed.
�You were High Priest, Kaiba.
That makes you the only person who can perform the ceremony.�
�Ah. Of course.� Kaiba thought about it for a moment. �Alright.
I�ll do it.� He gestured at the
Puzzle hanging around Yami�s neck. �But
you can�t use that as the object of binding.
It�s already bound to you�both of you actually.�
�That�s the hard part. I have
something in mind, but I�m afraid I have neither the means, nor the source to
obtain it.� Yami�s tone was slightly
self-mocking. �Funny that a Pharaoh
can�t afford to buy his beloved a special present, much less anything else.�
�Not really.� Kaiba
shrugged. �Besides, Yami, it isn�t as
if it�s you�re fault. I mean, you�ve
been trapped in that Puzzle for five millennia.� He dug out a pad of plain white paper from his desk. �Let me worry about it. I guess you can call it your �wedding�
present, even if it isn�t a marriage ceremony I�m performing.� Kaiba dug around for a pencil. �Damnit!
I thought I still had a couple in here.�
Yami watched him pull out the desk drawer all the way. �What are you looking for?� He asked, curiously.
�A pencil. Ah ha!� He held it up triumphantly. �Now, you describe what you want, and let me
worry about the rest.�
�Um. Ok.� Yami didn�t really know what Kaiba was doing
but he decided to go with it. �An
armband. Gold. The Eye of Ra as the clasp. I was picturing the Winged Dragon of Ra as
the band itself, but I don�t know if today�s craftsmen can create something
like that without magic.�
Kaiba was frowning, sketching as he listened. He stopped, studied it then held it out to Yami to inspect.
�How about this?�
Yami stared at the page in surprise.
He looked up at Kaiba. �This is
very good. And yes, that�s about what I
had come up with. I didn�t know you
could draw so well.�
Kaiba�cold, ruthless, arrogant, Kaiba�blushed and mumbled, �I�ve been
taking classes.� He looked away.
Yami blinked. �Sorry, I didn�t
quite catch that.�
�I said I�ve been taking classes.
At Domino University.� He glared
hard at Yami almost desperately. �And I
swear, by all the Gods, if you tell anyone, even Yugi ��
Yami swallowed a laugh and held up a hand. �I won�t tell a soul, I swear.
Although, I don�t see what you�re embarrassed about. You really are very good Kaiba.�
Kaiba resisted the urge to stick his tongue out at the Pharaoh, childish
as it was. He snatched the sketch back
when Yami held it out to him, and still flushed and a little flustered, waved
Yami out.
�I�ll get on this right away and let you know. Now, if you don�t mind ��
�Of course. Thank you Kaiba,
most sincerely. For your time and your
help.� Yami inclined his head again and
walked out, chuckling at Kaiba�s expression of chagrin to himself.
Once the door had shut behind Yami, Kaiba stood and stared out the huge glass
windows of his office, working to gather his cool aloofness back to
himself. When he�d found it, he called
his secretary back in.
�Start interviewing the best goldsmiths in the country, Sora. In the world if necessary. I want the absolute best for a special
project�it�s personal, so I want complete discretion, too.� He held out the sketch to her. �Someone who can make that�exactly.�
�I�ll get right on it, Mr. Kaiba.�
She held out a file in exchange for the sketch.

***********************Back
to the Present************************

�Mokuba, Yami and I have something to discuss. Would you go check with the captain to see if we�ll be landing
soon?�
�Sure thing.� Mokuba looked back
and forth between them, curious. When
Kaiba glanced at him and raised an eyebrow, he shrugged and left.
There was a moment of silence before Kaiba spoke.
�I accept.� The corner of his
mouth hitched upwards at the relief in Yami�s expression. �Just don�t expect me to bow or anything.�
Yami laughed. �I wouldn�t dream of
it.�
�As for the other half of your request, it took some doing but I managed
to convince the goldsmith I�d chosen to set aside all his other work to create
your armband.� Kaiba rose and walked to
a table where his briefcase lay. He
opened it and pulled out the final result of that sketch.
�Here. Look it over and tell me
if there�s anything you want changed, or added, or whatever.�
Yami�s eyes widened and he sucked in a breath. It was perfect. The
craftsmanship was certainly better than anything Yami had expected, and rivaled
the skills of the goldsmiths of his old kingdom.
The Winged Dragon of Ra stared at Yami, and it seemed as if it would
suddenly roar and fly out of his hands, the details were that fine.
�This is impressive, Kaiba. I
didn�t know something so detailed could created without magic.�
�Machines can do amazing things these days, Yami. That, however,� He gestured at the armband.
�As good as it is, still requires a little magic. I think I know you well enough to guess that
you�re going to add a little something to it besides what I will be adding
during the ceremony.�
�You�d be right.� Yami�s eyes
bled to crimson and the Eye began glowing on his forehead. He stared at the band in his hands,
concentrating the magic on it before releasing his Power. The Dragon pulsed with golden light for a
moment, growing warm in his hands, then lay silent. �There. Now it is complete.� The Eye faded away and Yami closed his eyes
in a brief moment of fatigue. When he
opened them, his eyes had gone back to normal.
�What exactly did you do?� Kaiba
asked, curious.
�I �� Yami was cut off by his
hikari�s worried voice in his mind.
//Yami? Are you alright? What�s going on in there?//
//It�s fine, Yugi. Tell everyone
to come in here�our friends, I mean. I
have something to give you, aibou.//
Yami felt Yugi�s curiousity through the link.
//All right. But it�s going to
look strange with all of us getting up and leaving.//
//If anyone wants to know why, have Ishizu and Isis tell them that
you�re getting a tour of the plane or something.//
//Good idea. Ok, we�ll wake
everyone up and be right there.//
Kaiba, who noticed Yami had fallen silent and his eyes had gone blank,
realized Yugi must�ve felt Yami use his Power and was inquiring why.
When Yami came back, he looked at Kaiba. �Can we do the ritual now?
I think it would be wise, considering our destination.�
Kaiba shrugged. �Why not? Want me to send Mokuba for him?�
�I already asked him to come, and to bring the others as witnesses.�
�Hey Seto!� Mokuba walked
in. �The captain says we�ll land in an
hour or so. And he wants to speak to
you when you�re not busy.�
�Fine. I�m still busy but I�ll
talk to him before we land.� He raised
an eyebrow at Yami in question. Yami
nodded and Kaiba turned back to his little brother. �Stick around, Kid.
You�ll probably enjoy this.�
�What�s up, Seto?� Now Mokuba
was really curious.
�You�ll see.� He went to a small
closet and opened it, taking out a few things he�d brought along in
preparation, figuring that Yami would want to do the ceremony immediately. �Excuse me.
I�m going to go prepare.� He
left for his private washroom.
�What�s going on Yami?� Mokuba
asked, hoping for answers from the ancient Spirit. �What does Seto need to prepare for?�
�He�s going to perform a ceremony for me, Mokuba. A very old, very special one.�
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Authoress�
Notes: Okay, so I�m about to get all sappy and
fluffy on you. shrugs. I think every good story needs a little of
that, right? R/R!
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