Okay. One of those thins I gotta get out of my head.

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Katsuya sat on his living room floor. Everyone one was busy; Anzu had dance, Honda was with Otogi, Yugi was shopping with Ryou -who'd moved to Domino after the Shadow chaos-in a fancy neighborhood Katsuya tried to avoid because of the way the snoots always looked down on his obvious streets demeanor. They were gone. All day.

Katsuya sighed. It was seven thirty in the afternoon and he'd been awake since seven this morning because of his stupid neighbor's dog, so that meant he'd done nothing but chores and sitting for twelve and a half hours; he was ready to yank his hair out! His apartment that he'd moved into after saving money and emancipating himself from his father was spotless, since he usually kept it clean anyways and had gone over it in an obsessive compulsive manner today-doing dishes, vacuuming, sweeping, moping, dusting, scrubbing with a five cent toothbrush- and done his laundry and ironed it just to waste some time. He even ironed his boxer's that he never wore because he always went commando!

He wiggled a bit, hearing the chime from his ankle bracelet. He looked at it: the little heart locket carved into with Egyptian design and a Millennium eye and it was all pure gold. Seth had given it to him, just a little before all the Yami's were sent back. He'd said he'd had it made for Jouno, Katsuya's Egyptian soul, but Jouno was a spy for Cleopatra that betrayed her for Seth and was called back to the Pharaohess for punishment before it was finished and Seth could give it to him so he gave it to Katsuya instead.

Katsuya never opened the locket- he always felt there was some sort of Seth's love in the form of Pixie Dust inside of it- but he proudly wore it around his ankle and ignoring the questioning stares others would give him. Looking at it now, it made him smile.

In a little way, though, Katsuya's heart broke for it. He liked Seto now, so he must of liked Seth who was his Egyptian soul. And then there was Seth's eyes. They were so broken, so sad. He must of really cared about Jouno.

Katsuya slide his hand down his leg to the ankle and unequipped the clasp. Seth had humorously called it the Millennium Anklet and Katsuya couldn't help but love how appropriate it was. Even after a Millennium Seth still loved Jouno. If only Seto was like that, but from what Seth had told Katsuya about Gozaburo, he didn't blame the brunette.

Katsuya half-heartedly examine the anklet, running his thumb caringly over it. It was a beautiful piece of work. All the engraving was precise and done as if this was of the utmost importance to the survival of the world. It gave Katsuya a warm feeling, knowing that Seth had probably used his Priestly powers to say it was. Sure, it was evil, but Seth had been someone who had tried to use the Shadows for his own gain. Seth was evil.

Katsuya chuckled and stood, placing it on the coffee table, the only piece of furniture in Katsuya's otherwise empty 'living room'. He didn't have enough money to go and buy more furniture and he was too busy working to go garbage picking for more. He worked three jobs, being still in high school and the only places that would hire him were low paying cheap jobs. Today was the first day he'd had off in three weeks and he wasn't going to spend it garbage picking even though he'd done nothing but chores anyways. But he had gotten enough to pay his bills and he decided his bosses wouldn't mind him taking a day after all the over-time he'd put it trying to make it.

Katsuya partly wished he'd stayed with his father, though the man was recently becoming more abusive to Katsuya-hitting him and slamming him against walls, not to mention that Katsuya had more cuts then he could count from his father- the rent at that complex was slightly cheaper and his father had helped a little, and that little bit had made a huge difference.

Sighing again, Katsuya made his way to the bathroom. He needed a bath. Usually, he wasn't for one, them taking too long to fill or the heat snuffing his lungs a little too much, but Katsuya figured he'd leave the door open and his muscles needed to be treated to a nice soaking without having to work at the same time for once. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy baths in the end, just that he never had enough energy to stay awake for one when he needed it.

His stomach growled at him like a hungry dragon. It made him think it was like having Seto-a blue eyed white dragon personified- inside of him.

Well, didn't that sound pleasant?

Katsuya's face flushed a brilliant red he was glad no one was there to see. Seth, of course, knew about his crush, and he was pretty sure Mai and Anzu did too...and maybe the ever so observant Bakura. Bakura tended to notice a lot of things and Katsuya had gotten a dropping feeling that the thief knew from the looks he'd ungratefully gotten from Bakura.

Shaking his head from the plaguing thoughts he detoured to the kitchen. He'd make himself some ramen -despite the fact he had the greatest urge to make some cut up chicken he didn't have and saute it with a little oil, put some salt on it and have some broccoli he also didn't have on the side- and head to the bath after washing his chopsticks and bowl.

He wondered what types of things Jouno liked to eat. Sure, Egyptian food, that was a given, but what type? What types of animals did they eat? He'd have to look that up next time he went to the library as well as some other recipes for Egyptian cuisines he'd never get enough money for the ingredients to make. He could stare longingly at the recipes though, imagining how they'd taste in his head.

It ate at him that he loved to cook but never had enough money to make things and no restaurant would hire a seventeen-year-old for a chef-he'd tried. He didn't know where he picked up the passion to cook, but he hated whoever gave it to him. Whoever made it unfair enough that it had to be him in a small nearly empty apartment alone so even if he did have the money, he'd have no one to cook for.

Katsuya blew a raspberry and reached up into the cabinet, balancing on his tippy-toes to reach the foam cup of undesirable noodles that were taking the form of Katsuya's dinner for the night. He didn't know why he never put them down lower, most of his cabinets being empty, but he always put them up high. Maybe he always imagined that someone he loved would come up from behind him, get the cup down, smile, and take him away.

A fairy-tale.

He smiled stupidly to himself. He was so gay. Daydreaming of a fake prince in rusted armor. As filled the cup and put it in the microwave he imagined turning around and seeing Seto at the table, reading the economy section of the newspaper drinking his tasteless black coffee and glancing at him from the side of a curious blue eye, but when Katsuya turned around he saw four empty chairs a clean table in an empty kitchen in an empty apartment.

He glanced empty hearted at his black and red Tye-Dye slippers covering his cold toes. He should really find better ways to waste his time.

Like get his pajamas out and for after his bath.

Dragging his slippers heels, he walked to his room. As everything else was, it was empty, bearing only a poster, a king-sized mattress on the floor-one he found some one throwing away practically brand-new- and a small plastic drawer-crate thing that he used as a mostly empty dresser-nightstand. He liked his room, no matter how empty it was, and he was proud of the overly-large Red Eyes Black Dragon and Blue Eyes White wall scroll he'd spent a month's food money paying for. It was the two dragons flying around each other, daring each other to be the first to attack.

He didn't know why someone made it. Sure, the Red Eyes was made to counter the Blue Eyes, but Red Eyes wasn't as good as a card as the Blue Eyes was. Blue Eyes White Dragon was stronger. More people worshiped the Blue Eyes and his dominant master, but Katsuya was glad they had. He couldn't be cliché and say that he felt connected to the poster, but he really admired the passion the artist was able to convey...and that his dragon was showing more because it was the main focus.

Katsuya flicked on the switch and went to his little dresser and got on a shirt and a pair of Speedo like underwear, that was the Speedo cut and seaming, but not the bathing suit material but a soft spandex material, and an overly large T-shirt. Honda had gotten him the underwear as a joke for Christmas, but they were comfy and he usually slept in them so his penis wouldn't hang past the bottom of his shirt.

Of course, Honda knew nothing of this.

Smiling, his eyes shot to the door when he heard the microwave beep like a mating call for him. His stomach eagerly called back with a loud growl and Katsuya couldn't help but laugh at the coincident.

"This is so bad," he chuckled and walked back to the kitchen, tossing his P.J.s in the bathroom on the way. He rejoiced when he took out the noodles from the microwave and watched them steam as he poured them into a plastic bowl he'd found cheap and the twenty-four hour store. "Food!"

Taking his bowl and chopsticks he waddled out to the living room to dine in there. He liked sitting out there alone rather then at the table where there were two seats. He just felt less lonely.

"Hey, Seth," he said, looking at the anklet and taking a mouthful and spitting it out. "Hawt! Hawt!" he yelled, cursing. Stupid noodles, being so hot they burned his tongue. Nothing would taste right for the next week! "Argh!."

He threw his arms up in the air and stood to get some ice cubes. He might as well cool it down so he doesn't burn his tongue more. "This is ridiculous! I bet Seth's laughin' his ass off me right now! An' le's not ferget Bak'ra! Dumbasses."

Getting a few cubes from the freezer he sat back down and stirred them into the soup. "I bet you ate with Jouno and made sure he didn't do stupid things like this..."He said, again talking to the anklet, "I wish I could of met him," he admitted, "Or that ya were here ta tell me 'bout 'im. I'm...lonely. But don' tell Atemu! He'll tell Yug' and I'll n'ver hear the end of it...though Yug's pretty lonely wit'out Atemu and same for Ryou an' Bak'ra. They miss 'em both...I don' know about Seto. Sorry, but at least ya have Jouno again, right? Maybe ya were sent back to before he went away, but I have the anklet now.

"Did he like anklets?" Katsuya asked, grabbing some noodles and blowing on them before devouring them, "Or jewelry...I'm talkin' to an anklet." He stated, as if remembering. It wasn't anything new, really, he'd often talked to 'Seth' since the Yamis had gone back, but it didn't change the fact Seth was not the anklet.

He sighed and ate all his noodles in silence, thinking about which job he had first tomorrow, since there was no school, and when that ended and the next started. When he'd finished, he threw away the empty foam cup and washed his dishes, drying them and neatly putting them away. And after a quick glass of water, he made his way to the bathroom.

He remembered one night, Seth had taken over Seto and had come to his apartment. Katsuya had just moved in a few days before, but everything was unpacked and in a neat place and Seth had been amazed, saying that he'd expected the place to be filled with boxes at least, and a lot of junk. The only things Katsuya had acquired since then was the wall scroll and food, but that wasn't the point. Seth had barged in, prancing like a unicorn on an aphrodisiac that had him horny for fun-in other words, he was bored. Katsuya was in the middle of taking a shower and had grabbed the switch blade from the counter top in the bathroom and about killed the Priest- naked.

Katsuya smiled and blushed, remembering the way Seth had ogled him and started naming off the things that reminded him of Jouno, who Seth had seen naked plenty of times in the bedroom.

Something about the thought made Katsuya blurt a laugh as he filled the tub and put some bath beads in. Anzu had given them to him, as well as the matching Almond-Vanilla shampoo, conditioner, body soap, and lotion. She had used the lotion once and Katsuya had stolen some because it smelt good- and he told her that- and the next day, she came in with all the equipment saying she liked it but it wasn't her thing and handed it off to the grateful Katsuya. He wound of giving her a crushing hug since he was going to go out and buy more shampoo in stuff because he was out.

She'd laughed and hugged back. Now for holidays, she gave him something to replace whatever he had used up of the set and Katsuya couldn't ask for anything better- he really loved the smell. The bath beads were something that she hadn't had to replace yet though, since he didn't use them much, but Katsuya was overly glad to have them for times like these.

Filling up the bath tub he got in and soaked in the flavored-smell water. The warmth and calm eased his muscles, tense from a day of chores. He stared at the ceiling, wondering how Kaiba would insult this.

"'Stupid mutt,'" he mocked, attempting Seto's voice, "'nothing you do could get you to smell good.'"

He chuckled a bit, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. Unconsciously, thoughts rolled around in his head, wondering what would it feel like for Seto to be with him here, in this tiny bathtub/shower. He could imagine Seto sitting behind him, allowing his warmed, large hand to roam Katsuya's body caressingly, tweaking Katsuya's nipples with his fingers and making them pebble despite the bath's warm, and gliding his other down Katsuya's body, down his thighs, in his navel, under his thighs teasingly.

Seto's fingers played a bit in his pubes as Katsuya leaned his head to the side enough for Seto to attack it with his lips and teeth and nibble on it. "Mmmm..."

Seto's other hand that was tweaking Katsuya's nipples splayed across Katsuya's small hip and held them down as he grasped Katsuya's growing cock. Katsuya trembled, feeling Seto's play with his sensitive tip in a way that had Katsuya's body trembling with ultimate need. Katsuya's body curled as Seto gave a stroke and swiped the head underwater again. The hand on his hip reached between Katsuya's thighs and gave a slight squeeze to his swollen pack.

"Ah!" Katsuya mewled, writhing a bit. His balls were lightly tossed up and down, bouncing off Seto's hand like a ball. He squeezed his thighs together, the excitement almost too much for his body. "S-Seto!"

Seto's bouncing hand stopped and dropped the pack, trailing teasingly down Katsuya's folds to the blonde's hole, rimming it slightly with his finger. Katsuya whimpered pathetically and the finger pushed in and Katsuya jumped, banging his foot against the tub and making a loud noise that took him from his daydream.

Katsuya gasped, opening his eyes to a bathroom devoid of Seto. Katsuya about cried, feeling his own hand grasping his cock and his own finger slightly pushed against his hole. He softened, feeling the loneliness shred his heart.

He stood, unleashing the drain cap for the water to disappear into the sewage. Dressing, he figured he take a shower in the morning before work and wash his hair and stuff. He worry about everything tomorrow, and he reminded himself he was able to have his time because he'd gotten enough money to pay all the bills. He should be happy, not sad...not this.

Biting his trembling lip, he walked out of the bathroom, towel around his shoulders. He walked into the kitchen and flipped the lights off, and then he flipped off the switch in the living room, after grabbing the anklet, and then headed to his bedroom to call it a night. It was only eight forty-five, but Katsuya's mentality exhausted him. Bed would be smart. Very very smart.

He plopped on his mattress and unclenched the fist holding the anklet. He was jealous of Jouno. Extremely jealous of the Egyptian spy that left everything Katsuya wanted. A part of Katsuya wished the Shadows would of kept him, molded him into what they wanted, just so he'd have them. The Shadows would take away his pain, right? They'd take his loneliness. That's why the others-Bakura, Atemu, Marik, Seth-all chose the darkness, right?

A tear fell from Katsuya's eye and he clutched the anklet to his heart, falling into a sleep of dementedly sweet dreams.

-.-.-.-.-.

Katsuya flinched when something kicked him. Odd, he was a freakishly light sleeper, waking up at the light tick of a clock. How could anyone sneak in?

Cautiously, he opened his eyes, seeing a ten-year-old Seth. He smiled and wrapped his arms around the boy, feeling the boy's thin body and the weight as he pulled Seth to his chest. Seth's hair tickled his nose and he felt the Priest's soft heart beat.

His eyes opened.

He sat up, looking at the five ten-year-olds sleeping on his king mattress with him-though little Bakura was only half-way on and there was a blonde Katsuya had never seen before. He pinched himself and felt it. Not the aware kind of felt but actual reality feel!

"FUCKINGSHITHELL!" He yelled and the unknown blonde and Atemu wiggled and awoke.

"Master?" The blonde called out sleepily. He blinked before looking at Katsuya with gold, Egyptian eyes. "Oh!"

"Nuuuuurg," Atemu moaned and looked at Katsuya, before he started to yell, "Jou!"

"Shuddup!" Bakura mumble and rolled the rest of the way off the bed. "'m tryin' ta sleep."

Katsuya looked at the two awake and three asleep. "B-but-How? Uuuuh-!"

"Jou!" ten-year-old Atemu screamed as Katsuya's eyes rolled into the back of his head.

"Yami!"

Mwahahah-cough-weeze-gag-ha

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