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Not This Time	By : NihilEtNemo Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5238 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Eight
� Moving In
Seto�s POV

�Mokuba��

�Hm?� My adorably little brother looks at me, glancing
briefly away from his video game, then right back to it.

�Could you shut
that off, please?�

He looks back at
me. I never ask him to stop what he�s doing; I always wait for him to get done.
He must realize that it�s important, because he does shut it off without
hesitation and climbs up to the couch beside me, looking expectantly at me. I
don�t quite look at him, though.

�Mokuba, I have
something to tell you, then I have a question to ask
you�� I pause, and he just waits. Just like Yami� he knows just what I need him
to do. This isn�t easy for me to say� I only admitted � I only found out � that
I had any sort of feelings for Yami yesterday. Now I have to tell Mokuba that I
want him to move in here�

�Mokuba� there�s
someone�� I take a deep breath. I�m just three words in and I already need to
start over�

�You�ve been
seeing someone?� he asks, perceptively, in my humble opinion. I nod, letting
out that deep breath and still not looking at him.

�And�� I start
to continue, but then I trail off. What�s wrong with me? I can stand in front
of several thousand people, plus newspaper reporters and news cameras, and make
them collectively �ooh� and �ahh� and gasp� but I can�t
tell my little brother that I have a boyfriend? Or, is he my boyfriend�? That�s
such a strange word� I�ve never even thought of using it before� But nothing
else works. Lover isn�t applicable (and the thought makes my stomach do all
sorts of unpleasant things). He�s certainly not my friend� we seem to have
completely skipped that part of the relationship. I can�t very well just say
that �This is Yami, my
man-who-says-he-loves-me-and-will-never-hurt-me-and-I-think-I-love-him-back,
can I? So� I guess he is my boyfriend�

�And what?� Mokuba prompts. �And� you want to get married?�

I shake my head
in amusement. �No, not quite, Mokuba��

�And� you want
me to meet her?� He�s turned this into a game� It�s actually almost funny.
Probably the most serious thing I have ever tried to tell him since �Daddy isn�t
coming home, Mokuba�� and he�s turned it into a game.

�No � well, yes,
sort of� You already know� It isn�t a �her�.� That was complicated, for
answering a single question. At least I got that part out of the way, though�

Mokuba blinks at
me for a few moments, I see from the corner of my eye. What will he say now?
Will he recoil in horror�? No, I doubt it. What will his reaction be�?

�So� you have a
boyfriend�?�

I nod, relieved
that he hasn�t said �ew!� or run screaming from the
house yet.

�Is that all you
wanted to tell me?�

I shake me head �no�,
and he smiles. Apparently, he likes this game. It�s called �Guess what your
Brother is Trying to Tell You�.

�Did you want to
tell me that you wanted me to meet him?� He grins like a little kid.

I sigh,
determined to do this right. �No, Mokuba. That�s not what I wanted to tell you.
You see, I��

He frowns trying
to think of something else. �Do you have a disease�?� he asks finally. I laugh
again at that. Well, that�s pretty close, actually� I�m sick, anyway, because
he�s invaded my mind like a virus�

�No, Mokuba,
just let me tell you, okay? I do not have a disease � we haven�t even� Never mind.� Too late; I see by his grin that he knows what
I was going to say. Whatever. It�s true, anyway. When did
he turn into a teenager? He�s not supposed to know about that kind of stuff yet�!
�Anyway�� I�m all business now. I will
tell my brother what I�ve been trying to say, or die in the attempt. Better
yet, let�s not think about that option. I�m not going to be dying anytime soon.
�What I wanted to say is that I wanted him to move in here. With
us.�

Mokuba actually
looks a little shocked. �You want him to move in here when I don�t even know
him�? I don�t know��

I shake my head
slightly. Here comes an even harder part� �You already know him, Mokuba.�

He furrows his
eyebrows, trying to find someone. Apparently, he comes up blank. �Who?�

Is this a blush
I feel upon my face? Why yes, yes it is� How appalling. �Yami,� I mutter.

He stares at me
a moment, then bursts out laughing. I don�t know what reaction I was expecting,
but that is definitely not it. It
pains me somewhat, and I need something better than that to base my decision on�
Not that it�s much of a decision. If Mokuba says no� I
guess that means no. If he says yes, I�m in bliss. Simple as
that.

�Mokuba�� Even
my voice sounds pained.

He shakes his
head and slowly stops laughing. �I�m sorry,� he says. �I didn�t mean to laugh
like that� It�s just� You and Yami�� He laughs again, to my dismay. �You guys
sure have done a really good job of pretending to hate each other.�

Should I tell
him that we weren�t actually pretending anything? That until
yesterday, things were pretty much how they seemed between us? Somehow,
I think not. He won�t be really that supporting of our relationship if he knew
that. Even Mokuba knows how things are supposed to progress, and that�s not �I
hate you � I loathe you � I have to beat you � I love you � Please live with
me.� No, usually there are things in the middle there�

�So what do you
think?� I ask finally.

�About what? Him moving in? Sure. I
don�t really care. He�s a good guy.� He smiles brightly, and I backs in the warm glow of his confidence. He likes my choice
in men� not that I feel I had much of a choice. I either had to accept his professed
love for me� or go insane. I still don�t know if I chose right� All of a sudden
I�m beset by irrational fears, as though they were just waiting for me to feel
good again before they came back. What if he was lying? What if he doesn�t love
me? What if he does want to hurt me�?
What if this is all some sort of ingenious plot, and he�s just going to use
this against me�

�Seto? What�s wrong?� Mokuba�s big grey eyes are worried
about me, searching my face to make sure I�m all right. He shouldn�t worry
about me� A spike of guilt stabs me for a moment when I see that look, and all
of the doubts are gone.

�I�m fine,
Mokuba,� I say. �Really. I was just a little worried
about something� I know it�ll be fine. Don�t worry about me.�

He searches my
face for a moment, but for once I�m not hiding anything, and he smiles brightly
again. �Okay. Do you know where Yami�s going to be staying yet?� I just shrug.
I haven�t really though about it� I�ve been too caught up, in either thinking
about him, or agonizing over trying to tell Mokuba� �What,� my little imp
taunts. �He�s not staying in your room?� He scoots off the couch and giggles as
I make a half-hearted grab for him. That is an interesting idea, though�

I pace around for a little while, thinking absently. I�ll
give him a choice, I decide. I don�t know what I�m doing, after all� I don�t
want to force him to stay with me when it�s too soon, or stay away from me when
he wants to� So it�s his �

The doorbell
rings, and I�m there faster than I ever believed I could move. I know
instinctively that it�s him� If it�s not, whoever it is had better have a good
reason for being here, or they will leave without their head�

I open the door,
trying to look composed, but I can�t help but smile when I see him there� I
immediately kiss him, as though I�m starved for attention, and he returns it
the same way, eager and energetic. Damn this need for oxygen� I�m forced to
breathe and break our kiss, though I notice that he�s panting too�

�They didn�t mind
you leaving?�

�He didn�t mind
my coming?�

I shake my head
and hold the door open for him to come in. He has only two bags; I guess he and
Yugi probably shared a lot of their possessions, and he left them with his
hikari. �You have two options,� I tell him, just to get it out of the way. �You
can stay in the empty room next to mine, or��

He raises an
eyebrow. �Or in yours?� He tries to make it sound like a joke,
but I know that he�s serious, on some level. I just nod mutely.

�I choose the
second one, then, of course,� he says. I smile again and kiss him, then take
one of his bags and lead him by the hand to my� our� room. All of my doubts are
hibernating, for now� Right now, I feel that I can trust him�
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