Skin
Chapter 6
In news today, the Kaiba brothers were spotted in Glorietta earlier today with an unknown personality who was in a wheelchair. It has been told, a long time ago, that the young billionaire did not have any intention of having a lover. Now, why was he the one carrying the pretty thing on his wheelchair?
“This is so totally bad,” said Yami.
“Why?” Mokuba asked, lowering the volume. “You’re famous now,”
“Yeah, what if Jiichan saw that? I’m going to die,” he rested his head on his hand. “And that’s what I’m afraid of, being famous,”
“Well, why?”
“Nothing.” He said, turning to Otogi. “Can we please go to my room? I want to go to sleep,”
“You, too, should already be going to sleep now, Mokuba-sama,” said Otogi, pushing Yami out of the room. “Would you like me to help you wash up?”
“Oh, no thanks, Otogi. I know that I’ll scream when something happens,” Yami smiled. Otogi chuckled.
“You are very right about that, Yami-sama, but whether you want it or not, I will help you,”
“Well, why?”
“Maybe because, I don’t know, not many patients in the hospital are this kind,” Otogi closed the door to his room and helped him out of his clothes.
“Do you think I can walk?” he said,
“Oh, heavens no, Yami-sama,” Otogi helped him onto his bed and took off his socks carefully. Yami winced. “Sorry,” Yami nodded. “Come on, I’ll get you to your bath,”
Meanwhile, with Seto and Mokie, well, nothing’s happening really. “So, you gunna tell him yet?”
“In time!” Seto snapped, “Jesus Christ, what do I need to do to get the ******** press off my a**!” he said, watching the video the media took where he was carrying Yami onto his chair.
“Uh, stay low and…stay home…?” Mokuba answered, unsure. “You know that the press will never get off your a**, Seto; you’re too sexy, too handsome, too rich, too everything that they want to put you in every page of the newspaper or magazine and air you in every channel existing in any cable on earth,”
Seto turned the TV off irritably. “How am I going to explain this to his grandfather if he saw the news?” he sat down on the leather sofa.
“Relax, I know that if he finds out you’re planning to marry his grandbaby he’ll be thrilled! You are Kaiba Seto after all!” Mokuba said excitedly. “I’ll prepare the Hotel Kaiba for the reception-”
Seto could not believe what he was hearing. “Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hold up there, baby brother, you never told me anything about marrying him!” he cut him off in the middle of the boy’s daydream.
“Well, you like Yami, don’t you? Then marry Yami after he gets outta college,” Mokuba smirked.
“This is not part of your blackmail plan, Mokuba,” he said as he stood up, headed for his room. “I am going to get some shut eye.”
Mokuba sighed.
In another part of the mansion, where Seto was preparing himself for bed, he realized that he hadn’t seen Yami since they split up when they got home from the mall. He figured he should check up on him. Seto put on a robe and went downstairs. He also noticed that he hadn’t seen Bakura since they left. He saw a maid pass by. “You. Where is Bakura?”
“Okyaku-sama is already asleep in his chambers, Seto-sama,”
“Good,” he walked past her and went down the stairs, making his way to Yami’s room. He knocked on the door before entering. He heard a faint ‘yes’ and opened the door. “You doing ok?” he asked, and saw Otogi helping Yami with his night garments.
“Yes, I’m doing fine, thanks,” Yami smiled at him. “Ow!” he winced, feeling one of Otogi’s nails touch his feet.
“Dear, dear, Yami-sama, I’m very sorry,” he said, bowing. Yami nodded with a smile and he assisted him in putting his feet up on the bed. “Will Seto-sama need me to step out for a while?” he asked the tall teen. Even though Otogi had already graduated college and had already been on duty on a lot of hospitals, not to mention older than Seto, Seto was still taller than him.
“Yes, thanks. If it will be alright with you, or if you are done with assisting Yami in somethings-”
“Yes, Seto-sama, it is alright, I’m sure that you two will get all the time you need,” Otogi smiled at him, and bowed at the two before leaving the room.
“I-is there something he knows that we don’t?” Seto asked him as he moved to sit down on the edge of the bed beside him.
“I think there is, but that’s something I don’t wanna know,” Yami chuckled, moving over to let Seto sit down. “So, what is it?”
“Huh?”
“I mean, why are you here, in a good way, not that I don’t want you here,” he said, lying back onto the pillows behind him.
“I just…wanted to tell you…something,” said Seto nervously. ‘Why the ******** is my heart pumping like it wants to jump out my chest?!’ he asked himself in thought.
“Yes?” Yami looked like he was going to listen intently. And he was. Was Seto going to say something he had been expecting from him? Something like ‘I like you,’ maybe? Then Yami noticed a drop of sweat streaming down Seto’s face, even though the room was air-conditioned. “Is there something wrong, Seto-kun?”
Seto exhaled. “Did you like the perfume?” he tried to change the subject.
“O-oh,” Yami looked disappointed. “Yes, Seto, it was beautiful, there’s nothing like it,” he hid the face of disappointment behind a forced smile. But he really did mean the compliment over Seto’s perfume line. ‘I never thought you’d give me false hope,’
“Are you sure you’re going to be fine here on your own?”
“Yes, Seto, I’ll be fine. You’re worry too much,” Yami chuckled, accidentally putting his hand on Seto’s as he moved to lean on one of his arms. It was a fraction of a second after he felt Seto’s Skin under his hand, and withdrew it quickly, blushing a hundred shades of red. “S-sorry,”
Seto didn’t take any second thoughts and kissed him with a deep passion. Yami fought for dominance, but Seto clearly was the more powerful one. Seto held one of Yami’s hands as he pinned the other one slightly on the bed. Seto pulled away panting like Yami. “How was that?”
“I never thought you had it in you,” Yami laughed. “And yes, I like you, too,”
Seto chuckled. “And I thought you didn’t,”
Yami kissed Seto’s forehead. “So this is what happens with you put together the valedictorian and the salutatori-OW!”
Seto had accidentally moved Yami’s feet. “Oh, sorry,”
“Ow! That really hurt!” Yami pouted, watching Seto get off of him. “You should give those knees of yours a lesson that they shouldn’t touch my feet!” in spite of the pain, he managed to even put in a joke.
“I will, I will,” Seto chuckled. “So, tell me, how exactly am I going to explain to your grandfather the reason why you were on TV? And possibly on the front page of the paper tomorrow and the front page of every magazine in Japan and every other country in the world?”
“Well, you could tell him that we’re already finished with the project, and that you invited me to dinner,” Yami thought for a second. “Yeah, that would be good,”
“Good?” Seto raised a brow. “We need a better excuse than that!”
“He loves me. He’ll believe you,” Yami smiled at him and held him by the neck to pull him closer. “Besides,” he gave the taller teen a kiss, and their foreheads met. “I’m already yours,”
“Now you’re talking,” Seto deepened the kiss further. “If I ask you to marry me after you’re done with college, will you say yes?”
“We’ll see,” Yami chuckled. “By the way, what did you find interesting in me? I mean, it’s not everyday I get someone to suddenly kiss me and tell me how they feel,”
“I don’t know…but I’ve noticed you for some time, not realizing how I felt. Maybe it was your skin,” Seto caressed Yami’s face. “That made me realize, the beauty you hold,”
“Flatterer!”
“I’m serious,” he gave Yami a quick kiss on the lips.
“So beautiful skin does have its advantages,”
“Hell yeah,” Seto chuckled. “So, are we official?”
“Hmmm,” Yami thought. “No courtship? I want those chocolates and flowers on White Day, Seto,” he touched Seto’s nose with his finger.
“You’re getting more than flowers and chocolates on White Day, Yami, maybe…a dinner for two in a restaurant in Paris? Italy? Greece?”
“What?!”
“I can do that you know,”
“I know, I know,” Yami smiled at him. “Now, I still want to have fun tomorrow, so I’m sleeping early,” Yami gave him a peck. “Goodnight,”
“Night,” Seto stood up, but before he turned out the lights, he turned around. “Before I forget,” he reached under the bed and pulled out a big huggable purple teddy bear with a yellow ribbon around its neck. “This is for you,”
“Oh, my God! That’s so sweet of you! This is so cute!” said Yami, admiring the stuffed toy. “Why purple?”
“Your eyes are purple,” Seto nodded. “Yeah, so g’night,” he turned out the lights, stepping out as he did. Seto breathed a big exhale. “I thought I’d never get that outta my chest,” then he heard applauding. “Mokie?”
“You’re good,”
“Hey, I meant every word,” Seto smirked at him. “Besides,” Seto picked Mokuba up and tried tickling him. “If it wasn’t for you, I would never have realized how I felt,”
“You see! And you hate me for trying to blackmail you!”
“You really did have the intention of blackmailing me, didn’t you?”
“If I didn’t, then you would have seen right through me,” he said, motioning to be let go. “So I really was going to post those pictures somewhere in Photobucket in some anonymous account,”
“You’re a sneaky little devil, aren’t you?” Seto crossed his arms and chuckled. He kissed Mokuba on the cheek. “Go to bed, Mokie. Yami wants to go to places tomorrow, so we’re sleeping early,” he pushed Mokuba slightly towards the stairs. “Come on,”
“H-Hey! I still have an unfinished game to play!”
“I’m deleting that save file, if you don’t sleep,” Seto carried him and put him over his shoulder and went up the stairs. “Now, it’s my time to blackmail,”
“Niisama!! Put me down! I wanna play! Please! Don’t delete that! I’m in 80s level!” Mokuba pleaded. “It took me half a year to get to that level!”
“I don’t care, Mokie,”
“You don’t care?! Or you don’t care that I’m going to put your pictures in your underwear on the net?!”
“I’ll put your circumcised pictures I took with the security cams on the net too, on Google, Yahoo!, MSN, Dogpile, Alta Vista, and every other search engine that can get it,”
“Wh-what?! You’re mean! Mean! Mean, I tell you! Mean!”
“Mokuba, shut up and go to sleep. Yami’s already getting some shut eye!” Seto opened the door to Mokuba’s room and put him down on the bed. He walked over to the flat screen and the consoles and picked up the joystick. “Get in there, or I’ll delete this,”
Mokuba pouted. “Okay, fine!” Mokuba pulled up the sheets.
“And don’t worry, I’ll lock the game so that you won’t be able to play for the night,” he pushed a combination of buttons on the joystick, and a character’s voice replied, Game locked, Seto.
“NANI?!”
“I developed the game, Mokuba, I know its secrets,” Seto put the joystick down and turned the TV off. “Sleep, or I’ll take all your games away,”
“WHA-”
“And your iPod, and your laptop, and your internet,” Mokuba pulled the sheets over her head. “Good night, baby brother,”
Seto heard Mokuba’s muffled voice. “There’s nothing good tonight, Seto!”
Seto chuckled and left the room.
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