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Sins of the Flesh	By : NihilEtNemo Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10611 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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- 2--02-
- 3--03-
- 4--04-
- 5--05-
- 6--06-
- 7--07-
- 8--08-
- 9--09-
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- 11--11-
- 12--12-
- 13--13-
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- 15--15-
- 16--16-
- 17--17-
- 18--18-
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I lost all my reviewers during my Hiatus! *sob*
Sins
of the Flesh
- 09 -

The velvet-covered box fell to the ground with a hollow
clatter, as his hands both rose to cover his mouth, obscuring his gasp. It
landed open, the harsh school lights reflecting in a muted glow around the
article of jewelry it revealed.

�Oh my god!� he heard squealed behind him. �That�s
beautiful!�

That brought him back to reality and he quickly
removed his hands, hoping he hadn�t looked as girly as he�d seemed to himself,
and quickly grabbed the necklace from the floor, slamming it shut. Too late.

�Oh my god, Kaiba, who�s it for?� the cheerleader behind
him shrieked. �She�s soooo lucky��

�No one,� he said, and turned his back to her,
slamming his locker shut.

�Come on!� another girl beside him begged. �Please, we
have to know! Who would you give that to? Andrea�s right, she�s so lucky� How
did she do it?�

�Shut up,� he said shortly, and walked away. He could
already feel the rumors running up and down the hallway. The entire school
would know about his newest gift before lunchtime�

�Same place,� he said to Bakura. �Same time.�

The thief looked at him blankly � he could feel him
staring into his back � then turned away just as he sat down. He in turn stared
into Bakura�s back. What could he possibly have meant in giving him this? It
was even less useful than the earrings. Honestly� he wasn�t a girl. Bakura
should really stop trying to treat him like one. Did he think he was going to
fawn all over him just because he gave him some pretty jewelry? Even if was
very� very pretty� a choker les than an inch wide and absolutely covered in
small diamonds� God, it was so pretty�

He should just throw it back in his face. He wasn�t
about to, but he should. Really.

�You wanted to talk?� Bakura said calmly, sitting
beside him under the tree.

�Yes,� Seto said. �About this.� He flipped the box
open, staring once more at the necklace, helplessly.

�Yes?� Bakura said. �Are you going to argue about its
worth and how I got it again?� he asked.

�No,� Seto said. �I�m going to tell you to stop giving
me things I can�t possibly use.�

�But you like them.�

Seto glanced at him once more. �So what? I can�t ever
wear them.�

Bakura grinned. �But it still makes you like me more.�

The flush on Seto�s face may have been from anger; he
sure didn�t seem to blush from embarrassment at all. �Telling me your plans in such
a bald-facedly overconfident, irritatingly presumptuous manner is not
the way to bring them to fruition!� He stood up and threw the box into Bakura�s
lap, stalking away.

Bakura blinked. Was it something he said? Surely Seto
had to have known all along what he was doing it for. He knew he was
giving him things to try and make him like him� so why was it such a faux pas
to tell him so? Presumptuous? He just called it being honest.

Maybe he was still going about this the wrong way� No,
he didn�t think so, though. Seto had seemed to genuinely like him when he saw
the earrings. At any rate, he knew that he liked the jewelry. Maybe he
should just try� not being honest with him. If honesty was so damaging to this
budding relationship�

He pushed himself up with an �oof� and wandered back
into the school, slapping the box in his hands. So� watch his words more? Be
careful with what he said?

�Hey! That�s Kaiba�s necklace!� he heard, a piercing
shriek from behind him. �He gave it to you? To a guy?�

�No,� he said quickly, feeling the absurd urge to back
away from the mob of angry females advancing on him from all sides. Were they
all this obsessed with Seto Kaiba? They wanted him so badly they�d attack
someone who actually had him? He wondered how they�d react if they knew what he
used to be.

�Then why do you have it?� a different girl, head
cheerleader, demanded. She was� scary. They were all scary.

�He dropped it,� he said defensively. �I�m returning
it. Trying to find him.�

�I bet he stole it!� one of the girls in the back
yelled.

�I did not!� he declared, affronted, remembering who
he was in comparison with them and standing his ground. �Now get the hell out
of my way, you little bitches, before I make you.�

His threat didn�t really seem to faze them. He growled
and considered sending them all to the Shadow Realm, then just pushed through
them, shoving a few into the walls, each other, even to the floor.

He didn�t react as he passed Seto leaning in a
doorway, but he thought he saw a small smile on his face. He didn�t dare pause
long enough to make sure.

�You forgot something,� Bakura said as he shut the
apartment door. Ryou looked up at him.

�Girls like the Bad Boy,� he went on with a grin,
lounging on the sofa.

�Do you know why girls like the Bad Boy?� Ryou said,
almost disinterestedly, looking back to his paper.

�Why? Because they�re dangerous? Because of their
rakish charm and disregard for the rules?�

�Because they want to change them.�

Bakura frowned and tried to wrap his mind around it.
�Explain.�

�Have you ever seen the movie Grease?� Ryou
asked instead of answering. His yami only snorted in answer. �Maybe you should.
Kaiba-kun may be no Sandra Dee � a little, but not too much � but you�re very definitely
Danny Zuco.�

He snorted again, but Ryou only pointed to the cabinet
under the TV where he kept the videos and the few DVDs he owned. Bakura gave up
and went to search out his newest homework.

Two hours and a dozen songs later, he was frowning.

�Damn it.�

�No more Bad Boy act,� Ryou said simply, and shut the
last textbook. �Besides, you aren�t trying to make him think you�re sexy, are
you? Because that definitely won�t work. So just be nice, like Danny got in the
end.�

�No, I meant �damn it, he is Sandra Dee�.�

Ryou looked at him blankly.

He waved the look off. �Well, besides the fact that
she�s a proper and innocent virgin and he�s a cold and jaded sexual abuse
victim. They still act the same.�

�You still can�t be the �Bad Boy� with him,� Ryou said
patiently. �Don�t you realize that?�

�Why not?� he asked. �He got her in the end. He even
got her to change for him.�

A heavy sigh emanated from the hikari. �He got her to
change for him because she loved him and she wanted him as badly as he wanted
her. Kaiba-kun doesn�t love you, and he doesn�t want you. That means you have
to change for him, like Danny did.�

Bakura scowled. Ryou was right� Damn know-it-all
hikari�

�Whatever,� he said, glaring at the television.
�You�re lucky I�m so busy with Kaiba, or we�d be having make up sex tomorrow.�
Ryou dropped his eyes; he hoped Bakura wouldn�t act this way with Seto� he
didn�t know how he�s react to being threatened with a beating, but it probably
wouldn�t be good. He didn�t seem like someone Bakura could take his
frustrations out on with no repercussions.

Bakura slammed the door to his room, and Ryou breathed
a sigh of relief.

�Mr. Kaiba?�

He looked at the secretary � more of a glare, really.
�What?� he demanded, still upset from his talk with Bakura.

�Um, there�s a package for you�� she said meekly, and
gestured toward the edge of her desk. There was indeed a package there, a long
white box.

�Who�s it from?�

�W-we don�t know, sir. There�s no return address, and
we�re not sure how it got here.� He could see that he was scaring her � she was
probably going to cry as soon as he was out of sight � but he couldn�t find it
within himself to care. �But we have determined that it isn�t a bomb��

He nodded � that was going to be his next question. He
couldn�t help but be careful, when there were countless business rival and
wacko fans who might want to harm him.

�Fine,� he said shortly, grabbed the box, and stalked
into his office. Sure enough, he heard a muffled sob as he slammed the door. He
tossed it on the desk as he sat down, staring at it. He should just throw it
away, who cares what was in it or who it was from. That would teach them not to
leave a return address.

Instead, he glowered as he pulled the lid half off and
tossed in on the desk beside his computer.

Inside, a single long-stemmed rose and the box with �
sure enough � the necklace in it. There was no note� but, really, did he need
one? It was obvious who it was from. It obviously meant �I�m sorry�.

He smiled a little; he supposed he could accept the
apology. Especially as it came with a pretty diamond necklace�

With a glance toward the door, he pulled the necklace
from its case and held it up. It was actually a choker, adjustable in the back.
And covered in diamonds�Yeah, he could probably keep it�

He put everything back and hid the box in the bottom
drawer of his desk, a slight smile on his face.

Mokuba sneaked into Seto�s room, assuring himself that
his brother was gone. Nee-chan had been acting really strange lately�

He quietly shut the door behind him and inspected the
top of the dresser. Seto�s brush, a snow globe (well, water-filled globe with a
budding rose inside that swirled sparkles around), and Seto�s guilty secret, a
small bottle of perfume. That always made him giggle. He didn�t really ever
wear it, Mokuba knew, but he liked having it around. (Seto didn�t even know hat
he knew about it.)

Nothing there� Bedside table? There was his alarm
clock, a half-burned scented candle (what else? rose.), his notebook, a lamp�
but nothing incriminating.

In his bed�? On second though, Mokuba didn�t even want
to go there. He didn�t know what he�d find� a stuffed animal? A teddy bear
even? No, he didn�t want to know.

Closet? He looked around quickly� No, not right now,
he finally decided. Seto could be back at any time. He could look in his
dresser, though�

The first drawer was full of underwear; he made a face
and closed it again. Who would hide something in their underwear drawer?

There was a weird thud as he closed the drawer; he
pulled it open again and took a deep breath before pushing aside a few pair of
silk boxers. At least he didn�t have to get past many of them before he
uncovered the cause of all Seto�s strangeness. There was a long white box, that
looked like it had held a flower � probably that rose he�d seen downstairs �
and stored inside were two velvet-covered boxes.

He burst out laughing as he opened the first one and
saw the earrings.

He was still laughing when Seto �ahem�ed at him from
the doorway. He turned around, breathless but still giggling, to find his
brother leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed, glaring. He couldn�t
help it � seeing Seto like that, then picturing him actually wearing the
jewelry, he burst out laughing again.

�It isn�t funny!� Seto finally said, apparently fed up
with his laughter, as he stalked into the room and yanked the box away from
him.

Mokuba shook his head. �He gave you�� he gasped, �he
gave� gave you jewelry��

�Get out, Mokuba,� he said, two parts weary and one
part angry.

�That�s why you�ve been acting so strange!� Mokuba
continued, ignoring him, still giggling. �All the flowers, and the presents �
he�s getting to you!�

�Do you think I�m joking, Mokuba?� Seto asked, putting
the box on the dresser. �Get out. You had no right to come in here and go
through my things.�

Mokuba stopped laughing. �Jeez, Seto,� he said as he
reluctantly walked toward the door. �You don�t have to be such a bitch about
it. It�s not like I read your diary or something.�

�I don�t have a diary, Mokuba,� he told him coldly.

�Yeah, well, that�s good, because if you did I�d read
it to the whole school!� He angrily slammed the door on his way out.

Seto wondered where Mokuba got off being so angry� he
was the one who�d come in here and invaded his privacy like that. He had no
right to do that. He could have asked, after all. He probably wouldn�t have
told him, but he could have asked�

A firm arm wound its way around his waist; he jerked
away from it and spun quickly to look at Bakura beside him, saying nothing at
all.

�Sorry,� the thief said absently. �Didn�t mean to
scare you. Walk with me tonight?�

�What?� he asked carefully, relaxing his defensive pose.
He straightened his uniform jacket carefully before looking at him again.

�I asked you to walk with me tonight,� Bakura said
reasonably. Was it just his imagination, or was the criminal acting a bit
strange� stranger than even normal for him?

�Since when do you ask?� Seto asked, watching him
closely. Something was up�

�I wanted to make sure you didn�t have to work or
anything. Going home to change or whatever is fine. I just wanted to make sure
that I wouldn�t be pressed for time.�

�Why � do you have important plans for tonight?� he
countered archly. Frankly, he wasn�t at all interested in any plans Bakura had.
None of them seemed to end in his favor.

�Walk with me tonight?� he asked again. Seto gave up
and nodded. He wasn�t, apparently, going to be getting any sort of straight
answer from him anyway.

�Good,� Bakura said with a strained sort of half
smile, and walked away. For a moment, Seto only stared after him, then he shook
his head and walked to class.

He�d almost forgotten the incident by the time school
let out, and was once more mildly surprised at how strange Bakura was acting.
He seemed distracted and just walked along with his hands in his pockets,
looking at the ground. For someone who�d wanted to walk with him, he was sure
acting like he didn�t want to be there.

He did his best to ignore him, but it was a lost
cause. �Did you want something?� he asked finally.

Bakura shrugged, looking up quickly. �Go to the park.�

Seto rolled his eyes. �And here I was thinking you
understood the concept of a complete sentence.� Bakura didn�t answer him, and
he glanced at him, wondering vaguely if something was wrong. He couldn�t tell
just from looking at him, so without a word he turned down the street toward
the park, the pale yami by his side, silent.

He took his time, not certain why Bakura wanted them
here, and eventually ended up sitting on the rock in the little clearing Bakura
had shown him. It had snowed last night; he held his arms close to him,
enjoying the scenery but shivering from the cold. There was no way his school
uniform was warm enough for this. None of his clothes were. He really hated the
cold�

Bakura sat behind Seto and wrapped his arms around
him, still his shivering, earning a questioning glare.

�You looked cold,� he offered by way of an
explanation. Seto looked at him for a moment, then turned his face back toward
the stream, not fighting him off. He rested his chin on Seto�s shoulder and
just sat there, feeling his body warm up in his arms.

They sat there for upwards of half an hour, until it
was starting to get dark. Seto was beginning to actually feel warm and feel
actually comfortable with the situation when Bakura removed one of his arms. He
shifted slightly, wanting the warmth back, and glanced back.

Bakura extended a small box into his field of vision.
He froze, his breath catching in his throat, as Bakura flipped it open to
reveal a ring, something that looked like silver but was probably white gold
with a diamond that was obviously somewhat more than half a carat sitting on
top of it.

�I�d get down on one knee,� Bakura said, �but it�s too
damned cold to kneel in the snow, and anyway, I don�t want you to get cold
again. You know what this means?�

Seto nodded silently, still looking at the ring. Not because
he was obsessed with the diamond this time, but because he wasn�t sure if he
wanted to look at Bakura as he spoke. Not about this.

�No more games,� Bakura said quietly. �If you say no
this time, I�ll take it at face value, and I�ll leave you alone, never to
bother you again. I�m asking you because I want to, though. If I really didn�t
care about you, I�d just sit back and watch you go down in flames. I could
amuse myself for months doing that. Frankly, Seto, I don�t care about the kid
at all. I�ve never had any desire to have one, and I really still don�t. I
still want to, whatever you end up doing with it.

�What do you say?�

Seto was silent, unconsciously biting his bottom lip
as he stared at the ring. His mind was racing in no particular direction �
simultaneously trying to convince him that Bakura was lying, he was only going
to take the opportunity to hurt him, that he really had no choice, and scarily
of all that Bakura really wasn�t lying, that he actually wanted this� wanted him�

�All right,� he heard his voice saying quietly.

Bakura seemed surprised. �What?�

�All right,� he said more firmly, committed to the
decision he�d made. �Yes, I�ll marry you.� He still didn�t look at him as he
pulled the ring from the box and slipped it onto his right hand, holding it out
to look at it for a moment. It looked strange to see it there� but all right.
Strange in a good way.

Bakura pulled the box back and snapped it shut,
wrapping his other arm around him again. Seto could have sworn he felt him
smiling.

�It still doesn�t change anything,� he felt he had to
point out, not smiling. He felt Bakura�s smile against his neck falter a bit.
�I still don�t like you.� Now he was downright frowning, but he pressed on.
�And� frankly� you still scare me.�

�I don�t want to scare you,� Bakura told him, sounding
a bit pained.

�Regardless, that doesn�t change anything,� Seto said,
shrugging Bakura�s arms off of him and standing up. After a moment, Bakura
followed him.

�None of your jewelry had any gold on it,� Seto commented,
as though none of that had just transpired. �I know it�s not because you�re
cheap� so why?�

�You don�t seem like a �gold� kind of guy,� Bakura
said easily, playing along. �I thought you�d appreciate silver more.�

Seto inspected his ring. �Is that what this is?�

�Of course not. Platinum all the way.� Seto nodded and
dropped his hand again. �Only the best for my fianc�e.� He grinned.

�Don�t say that.�

�Why not? It�s true. You agreed to marry me; ergo, you
are my fianc�e.�

Seto apparently didn�t have anything he could say to
that � since it was true � but Bakura thought he saw a shiver run down his
spine. Even he wasn�t dense enough to think it was actually from the cold, but
it seemed like a good excuse to but his arms around him, and he proceeded to do
so.

Seto pulled away from him, and he scowled.

�You know, we�re getting married. You might not want
to seem like you hate being touched by me.�

�I do,� Seto said, barely audibly. He frowned and
didn�t answer.

He�d been planning to see Seto to the door and leave;
unfortunately, Mokuba came stampeding down the stairs before he could go, with
a loud cry of �Nee-chan!� Bakura stopped and lifted an eyebrow toward Seto. Big
sister, indeed.

The boy stopped and turned completely red at the
bottom of the stairs as he saw Bakura there. �Oh� Seto� I��

�He already knows, Mokuba,� Seto said, sounding a bit
weary.

�Oh.� Mokuba just stood there, inspecting them both
critically, both his eyes went a little wide, focused on Seto�s hand. �Seto �
you�re wearing��

�I�m getting married,� Seto said rather flatly.

�You could sound a bit more enthused,� Bakura
commented dryly.

�To him?� Mokuba demanded. �After what he did to
you? Why don�t you just marry a girl and pretend that the baby is hers?�

Bakura looked sharply at Seto. He could tell by his
serene face that it had occurred to him long ago, though it hadn�t ever
occurred to Bakura, and been discarded. There was only one reason he could
think of for that�

�Because Seto doesn�t like girls,� he said easily, as
though it should be obvious, though he hadn�t been certain himself until right
now. �He�s as queer as a three dollar bill and he doesn�t want to marry someone
he can�t stand and have to keep up yet another lie for the rest of his life.�

It was Seto�s turn to glance sharply at him �
wondering if he was that obvious, how long Bakura had known, and how he
understood him so well. Bakura kept his level gaze focused on Mokuba.

The boy glared back at him. �This is a mistake, Seto,�
he said finally. �You shouldn�t have to marry Bakura just because he raped you
and got you pregnant. There are other ways.�

�But I am, Mokuba,� Seto said quietly. Mokuba glared
at Bakura a moment more, then turned around and stormed back up the stairs.

�I don�t think he likes me,� Bakura commented.

�No, I don�t imagine he does,� Seto said as though it
didn�t matter to him. He slid his shoes off and left them on the mat.

Bakura stepped inside and shut the door behind him.
�Ryou seemed to think that if Mokuba didn�t like me, you wouldn�t have anything
to do with me.�

�Mokuba�s just a kid� he tends to see things in black
and white. My life is a whole spectrum of greys.�

Bakura tilted his head slightly as he realized Seto
was barely two inches taller than him without his shoes on. �I didn�t think
you�d tell him what happened,� he said finally, watching him unblinkingly.

Seto shrugged, still not facing him. �He knew what
happened when Gozaburo got me pregnant. He can handle it.�

He nodded; probably true. He didn�t really have any
reason to stay here, but he didn�t feel like going yet�

�So when are we supposed to do this thing?� Seto asked
after a moment. �Since you�re the one with the plan?�

�Over Spring Break,� he said immediately.

�That�s in three weeks.�

�So it is. If you�d said �yes� earlier, we would have
had longer to plan it.� He leaned back against the wall.

�What kind of wedding are we having?� He noticed that
Seto didn�t answer what he�d said.

He shrugged. �I have no idea. What�s your fantasy
wedding?�

Seto looked at him quickly, a little color in his
cheeks. �What? What makes you think I have a fantasy wedding?�

Bakura only rolled his eyes. Didn�t all girls, at some
point, have their wedding all planned out?

Seto flushed � but only a little. �It�s on a beach in
Mexico,� he finally said.

�With flowers everywhere,� Bakura added. Seto�s color
deepened a little, but he said nothing, refusing to quite meet his eyes. �So
that�s what we�ll have. Go ahead and plan it all � since you�ll be the one
paying for it, of course.�

�Of course,� Seto said dryly. �You can�t steal a
wedding.� Bakura said nothing, and Seto leaned against the wall, inspecting his
ring for a while. He had to smile at how Seto was acting� he really had a thing
for diamonds. It must be nice to be spoiled for once, instead of denying
himself for Mokuba�s sake�

�I want a real ring,� Seto said finally.

�What, you think that one�s a forgery or something?�
he asked, offended. �I can assure you��

�No, I want one that you paid for. That you worked
for.� His eyes glanced up to meet Bakura�s finally.

�You want me to work?�

Seto nodded.

�I can�t,� he said, relieved as he realized it. �We�ve
only got three weeks.�

�I guess you�d better go get a job, then.�

�But�!� No way. No way in hell was he getting a job
just to buy Seto something he could steal a million times easier and faster. No
fucking way.

Seto just quirked his eyebrow at him.

�Fine,� he said shortly, and turned around and left.
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