Author's notes: I am sorry if the details of Yami and Seth's past together are vague. I do not know all the details of it, or if Seth was involved in it at all. If someone wants to give me the details, my e-mail is in my profile. Flames are not tolerated, I mean, I don't even bash Anzu in this fic! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, and you should be able to tell by the first conversation what is going on. This takes place after Battle City since Seto has the Millennium Rod.

Stop it.

Get out of my head. You don't know what you're talking about!

No. I don't want him. Get out of my head.

No. No! Shut up! Shut up! This isn't happening. You are nothing but a manifestation of my guilt and regrets. You are not real and you know nothing about this! Just get OUT OF MY HEAD!

I do not take orders from some voice! Get out of my head now!

I am going crazy. 3,000 years? I'm delusional. I need more sleep. Mokuba could actually be right for once. I'm hearing voices.

What could a figment of my imagination possibly do?

The spirit of the Millennium Rod waited until the boy was asleep. Seto had cast the rod aside in an effort to silence him, so he had done as his host had wished so that he would be free to possibly assume control of the physical form they had come to share. Even without the item they were still connected, bonded so deeply even if neither had experienced the full potential of such a tie, and it gave him the power to discreetly come into power of their body. He knew that Seto would be safe in his soul room, slumbering no matter what was happening to his body, thanks to a little bit of shadow magic on the part of his yami, so the spirit set to getting dressed first.

No one would object to Seto Kaiba, master of the Kaiba Mansion leaving his own home. Well, except for Mokuba Kaiba, but the youth was fast asleep already, and did not wake as he slipped by his door. One of Seto's many servants caught sight of who he believed to be his employer, and bowed while keeping his tongue.

This made the darker part of the dragon tamer smirk. To the untrained eye he did in fact appear to be Seto Kaiba. Yet if one were to look closer, it could be determined that this version of the millionaire had more slanted eyes that seemed to be trimmed with natural eyeliner while his shoulders were a bit broader. Not only that, but his skin had more of a tan to it than Seto had probably had in his life. For now he could pass as his light half, no one would have suspected anything here for none of these mortals had come in contact with Shadow magic. They made no difference to him anyway.

Just as long as Mokuba was asleep he would have no trouble getting out of the mansion, and later, getting back in.

Once out of the elaborate building the spirit had no trouble deciding that it would be best to take one of Seto's many cars from the garage. After all, he might have been over 3,000 years old, but he had watched the world through his host's eyes for long enough to know how to operate in this modern world well enough. He would be able to drive anything that Seto had driven. So taking the young millionaire's favorite black sports car, he went out into the night, one hand holding the Millennium Rod tight. It would lead him to the one he desired.

His item did not contain the powers of the Millennium Ring, which had been designed specifically to seek out the other items, but the rod did hold a special bond with the Millennium puzzle because of the love he had shared with his pharaoh.

It was perhaps half an hour later when he sensed the pharaoh's presence. The other was in Domino Park, but at this time of night? Putting his concern aside for now, the spirit of the rod found a convenient place to park, and then hurried into the park after the former ruler of Egypt. He tucked his mystical item into the back of his belt, not wanting the sight of it to possibly frighten the one he sought, scanning the dimly lit sidewalk that led around the duck pond.

If the moon had been just a bit more full his azure eyes would have had no trouble spotting the pharaoh, yet he almost approached the spot where the other spirit sat near the pond's shore because he hadn't seen him well enough. He stopped in place, unnoticed by the one he desired.

The pharaoh was still the way he remembered him. There was the multicolored hair, spiked but soft to the touch. His ruby eyes were shimmering even in the dark, focused on something far away and containing a longing that the spirit of the rod felt akin to. Although his former lover was not attired in his royal garb, the clothes he wore now, an ensemble of black leather, buckles, and belts, fit his personality better. Just the sight of him sent a shiver through Seto's darker half. His entire form ached to be closer to the one he'd waited three millennia to be with, and like chains, his fears held him back.

What if his pharaoh did not remember him? What if Seto's harshness would earn him harshness from his love in return? How would his love react to him? Would he fear him, curse him, or cast him aside? Could his heart take the rejection if the pharaoh did not want him anymore? Yet as doubt clouded his thoughts, his desire grew. The other was so near. There were no longer laws or advisers to keep them apart. His pharaoh no longer had a country to worry about rather than his own heart. How could he hold back now when nothing stood between them? Could he really allow himself to make Seto's mistake as well?

No, he would not allow that to happen. Gathering his courage, he stepped out of the foliage that had shadowed his figure, this time with the intention of being noticed. When ruby eyes found him, startled not only by his presence but by the sight of him, he gave a slight bow, as he would have 3,000 years ago, wearing that old half smile and whispering, "My pharaoh."

Now the former ruler scrambled back a bit, breathing hard and shaking his head in disbelief. But the spirit of the rod did not disappear, so he tried to write him off as his long time rival. "Seto?"

"No, my pharaoh." He retorted gently. Then he cocked his head to the side playfully. "Or should I call you Yami now?"

Tears began to collect in the corners of that crimson gaze. Yami managed to get to his feet, looking this other over once again, and he saw that what the other had said to be true. This was not Seto Kaiba. But that could only mean… "S-Seth?"

The spirit of the Millennium Rod nodded while taking a cautious step forward. Now that the Game King knew just who he was, there was only a little time before everything might sink in and he would be rejected from the only one who had ever held his heart. How long he had waited to hold his lover at least one more time, and if Yami hated him for everything that was beyond both of their control in the past, then he might never get near his beloved again. There were things that he wanted to say that might defend him against his lover's anger, yet each word that would have aided him died on his tongue.

Lost in his own thoughts, Seth had not seen the pharaoh close the gap between them, and while their bodies were not flush together, he did feel the warmth of a hand upon his face. The contact let him know that the King of Games was trembling, and how he wanted to soothe the shorter duelist! But he let the other touch his slightly tanned skin, let those ruby eyes comb him over, because he knew that Yami's memories of Ancient Egypt were few, and faint. His own were not even entirely intact. But he could see that his pharaoh needed the chance to draw his own conclusions about the presence of his once High Priest, so he even resisted the urge to lean into that delicate touch.

"My Seth." Yami gasped as tears began a damp trail down his cheeks and he threw his arms around the other's neck. The movement startled his former lover, and he felt him tense, but then Seth curled his own arms around him taking him into the tightest embrace he'd ever experienced.

His pharaoh was sobbing into his shoulder even though he was running his fingers through those multicolored locks and was holding that smaller frame tight. He did not want the other to be in pain. Nuzzling the Game King's neck, he did his best to comfort the other. "Do not cry, my love. No tears now, when we have finally found each other. Please, my pharaoh. I only wish to see you happy."

"I've missed you." Was the muffled reply.

"As I have missed you." Seth murmured, gripping the pharaoh's chin so that he could tip up the other's face and kiss away those heart-wrenching tears. He received a small moan from his lover and it brought his questing lips to those of the one he desired. With the passion that had waited 3,000 years he kissed the Game King, clutching his smaller frame tightly against the one he had borrowed from his light. It was not until his lungs required air that he parted from Yami's soft lips to whisper, "But we no longer need to do so. I am here for you now, my love. The past is gone, along with everything that ever kept us apart! My heart is still yours, Yami. I love you."

"I love you too." His pharaoh said without hesitation, crimson eyes brighter than he had ever seen them before. Tenderly he caressed that downy cheek again, watching as his lover practically purred when he leaned into the touch. "I've always loved you, Seth."

The former priest was overjoyed. Yami still loved him, after everything, including Seto's harshness. Or was his light half not even in this picture? Did Yami not realize that Seto held these same feelings? Could the pharaoh not see through the mask that the young billionaire wore to keep out the world that had betrayed him too many times? For a moment, guilt consumed the spirit of the rod. He was betraying the fact that he knew of Seto's love for Yami by being with his pharaoh now. He was bonded to both the King of Games and Seto Kaiba in the most intimate ways, had loyalties to them both.

But Seto refused to love Yami. He repressed those feelings as weaknesses. Seth, at one time, had done the same, but now he had no need to. His title was gone, as was Yami's, and there was nothing that could separate them…except his light. The former High Priest hardened his resolve, deciding that it was Seto's own fault that he had betrayed him this way. They were of the same soul and the boy had been dead set on denying them both the pharaoh's heart.

Seth would not deny himself anything, nor would he allow Seto to. Perhaps he would be able to set things right with the CEO of Kaiba Corp. later, but for now, he was with his beloved. That was all that mattered.

"Seth?" Yami sounded worried. "What is it?"

"Nothing." He insisted firmly, pulling the smaller duelist closer to his larger frame. How he had craved this closeness, the feel of their bodies so intimately pressed together! He smiled the first time in a very long time, pressing his lips to the shell of his lover's ear. "Nothing else matters but you, my pharaoh."

End part one

So what do you think? This is my first shot at using Seth in a story, and I am hoping to do more with it. I guess it depends on everyone's opinion though. Tell me what you think please! My plot bunnies itch for feedback, good feedback!