• 1-One Card Short
• 2-Are ya?
• 3-Blind Ambition
• 4-Grand Finale
• 5-Congrats, Pup

Don’t say ‘If I were you’

Or tell me what you’d do

How things would be if you were in my shoes

Cus you’re not me

You know what I need

And it’s not another serenade

I get so tired of all the things you say

Don’t say ‘If I were you’

Or tell me what you’d do

How things would be if you were in my shoes

Cus you’re not me

Please take me as I am

This isn’t what I planned

I guess I don’t expect that you could understand

Cus you’re not me

I know you think you’re being nice

But spare me all your lame advice

For far too long I’ve been denied

I’m making my move

So just step aside

No one can say I never tried

To do everything to got back my pride

Why can’t you see

That you’re not me?

Don’t say ‘If I were you’

Or tell me what you’d do

How things would be if you were in my shoes

Cus you’re not me

Please help me if you can

This isn’t what I planned

Guess I don’t expect that you could understand

Cus you’re not me

“Not bad, puppy,” Seto said to himself as he looked up. Jounouchi was gone, of course, but they were bound to meet up again. Domino is a pretty small place.

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Indeed, they did meet up two days later, at the movie theater. Once more, Mokuba was trying to spoon-feed his brother into society. Jou, Yuugi, and company were just hanging out. Seto spotted Jou’s big blonde head immediately.

“Just a minute, Mokuba, I’ll return shortly,” he told his brother and walked over to his fellow duelist.

“Ok, Seto. But come back quick. I don’t wanna miss the movie,” the boy replied.

The CEO walked towards the happy group. “Hey puppy,” he called.

Jou turned around, fuming. “What da hell do you wan’,?” he sneered. Seto simply held out the paper Jou had dropped. Jou turned crimson. “Y- You read this?”

“Yes. Perhaps dueling is the wrong thing to be concentrating on, puppy.”

Jou was at a loss for words. He looked down at the paper. Several lines were highlighted in yellow.

You’re Not Me/ Kaiba’s Song- Final Comp

You think I’ve got it all,



How come my only friends are the ones I pay?

You know what I need



I get so tired of all the things you say

Don’t say ‘If I were you’

Or tell me what you’d do

How things would be if you were in my shoes

Cus you’re not me

Please take me as I am

This isn’t what I planned



For far too long I’ve been denied

I’m making my move

So just step aside

Why can’t you see

That you’re not me?

Don’t say ‘If I were you’

Or tell me what you’d do

How things would be if you were in my shoes

Cus you’re not me

Please help me if you can

This isn’t what I planned

Guess I don’t expect that you could understand

Cus you’re not me


Jou looked back up, but Seto was gone. He scanned the area. Mokuba had left too. Probably inside…

“Hey Jou, what is that?” Yuugi asked behind him.

“Nothin’, Yug. I just dropped some schoolwork the other day. I guess he found it.”

“Oh, good thing.”

“Yeah. Sure is.”

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Jou couldn’t believe he had talked himself into this. But there he stood, outside Kaiba’s office, waiting for his secretary to say he could go in. He cussed at himself inwardly, and had been for the last ten minutes. What was Kaiba doin’ in there? "Well, only running a company, dumbass,” he scolded himself. He had to admit, at least to himself, it had amazed him that Seto had been able to attend high school and run a company. Had it been him, that company would’ve been dead within the year.

He didn’t wait well, either. It had only been 10 minutes, but it felt like it had been hours already. Finally, his secretary picked up the phone by her desk.

“I’ll send him in,” she said. She hung up the phone at looked at Jou. “Mr. Kaiba will see you now,” she told him.

“Thanks,” he replied. Cautiously, he opened the door to Kaiba’s office. He peeked around the door.

“Get your scrawny ass in here, puppy,” the CEO snapped from behind his desk and laptop. Jou quickly got the rest of himself in the office and closed the door behind him. He approached the other man. “What are you doing here?” Seto continued.

“I guess I just missed your sparkling company,” Jou remarked.

“And I hardly have time for yours. If you have something to say, say it.”

Jou pulled out his now-highlighted lyrics and placed them on the desk between them. “Why?” he asked.

“I had thought it was obvious. Those were the parts you got right. Now if that’s all…” He went back to his laptop.

“No, it’s not, actually.”

Seto looked up. “Well?”

“You aren’t even curious as to why someone you consider a rival wrote something about you?”

“Hmm, your brain. There’s something I want to explore.”

Annoyed, Jou turned and headed for the door.

“Perhaps it’s because I don’t consider you a rival.”

Jou turned on his heel. “Huh?”

Seto stood from his desk and walked over to the other man. In one swift movement, he pinned Jou to the wall by his wrists and kissed him. Jou was, of course, surprised at first, but then leaned into it and relaxed.

“Wow, Seto, I had no idea,” he said.

“That I liked you?”

“That you were gay. Usually I can recognize one of my own from a mile off.”

“I see. You talk too much.” He kissed him again.