I'm re-posting this story, if some of you remember, I won't make that much changes in the first two chapters, but I tried to modify them though :)

Thanks for bearing this with me specially Kukki Boo, Travis, abiak, and luminousSpark and others, sorry I don't remember their names, but thanks to all of you, I promise this time I'll complete them without taking them down :)

I don't own Yugioh

The words in bold for the chatting part.

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"Are you still glued to your laptop?" Yami asked Joey as he walked in carrying a new box into the room.

"Yeah," the blonde answered without even looking at Yami, "I gotta meet my other half and I gotta do it fast."

"Joey," Yami rolled his eyes, "those things don't work through the Internet!" He put down his box on a chair and returned to Joey. "Tell me, did you met 'Mr. right' this time?"

"Stop making fun of me," Joey growled as he continued, "and give me a piece of your pizza."

Yami stared. "Huh? What pizza?"

"The pizza you brought with ya when you just entered." Joey didn't look at Yami or anything else aside from his computer screen.

"Oh that," Yami looked at the box he brought and knew what Joey meant. "If you just made a little effort by looking at me, you would know that I didn't bring pizza."

"What?!" Joey turned around to face Yami, then he noticed the small box on the chair. "What's in there?"

"A few books for this semester so..."

Joey interrupted him, saying "Oh, can't you get enough of these things?" The blonde, in fact, resented it, when he heard the word 'book'. This word really brought misery to his life, and living with Yami didn't make it any easier on him. Yami's obsession with books would probably make Joey pass out someday.

"Actually, no I can't. I need these to maintain my high marks in order to keep my scholarship; which is paying for my study, this apartment, and anything else – especially food!" Yami smiled, "Pizza for example."

Joey sighed. Yami was right, his grandfather couldn't afford to pay for his studies. He could barley support his other grandson, Yugi, Yami's little brother, and because of Yami's responsible nature, he wouldn't let his grandfather fall into a financial crisis because of him. Joey understood this very well, and that was why he missed some parties and trips, to stay with Yami who remained at his apartment studying. The blonde' stomach started screaming. He needed to eat. "Can you cook something for me … er … I mean for us … please?"

Yami rolled his eyes. "Come on Joey. You're spending too many hours in this chatroom for nothing! You've even forgotten about your real life."

"Trust me Yami, I'm doing this to get a real life."

"Joey," Yami inched closer to Joey, putting his hand on the boy, "so what if you don't have a lover now, you will later. You're very smart and handsome. Don't get desperate if one relationship didn't work for you."

Joey rubbed his chin with his thump thinking, "Where have I heard those words?" his eyes lit up, "Oh, I remember, when a mother tries to comfort her ugly daughter! Another thing, they were three relationships, not one!"

"Whatever! Stop thinking like that. All of them look the same to me. So you came to the internet? Is this how you should deal with your past relationship?"

"Again, past relationships." Joey pouted.

"Oh," Yami rolled his eyes, "whatever. I'm making a point here. This is wrong Joey. Meeting people on the internet is not the best way."

"You're just saying that to make me feel better. I know, Thanks pal, but this is my shot - look at you! You have every chance in here. You can have whoever you want. That's why you see the cyber chatting as wrong; because things go differently with you. In one day, you turned three from straight into bi just when you wore that black leather."

"Oh Joey, do you honestly believe that?! The rumors are faster than the lightning in this college. I bet that they were just in the closet and all they needed was a little push to come out!"

"Here you go again!" Joey said, "Trying to make me feel better… but nothing works. Let me have my way. In my previous relationships, I started without knowing the person from inside, I only looked at the outside. And here I am trying to avoid that mistake. I'm gonna chat with the right guy until I feel that we know each other enough, then we will meet, the looks will be the last thing."

"What if that guy lied and he was really an ugly fat old man?" Yami asked, "Then what? You'll start searching all over again, and if that time didn't work too, what would you do next? Try again, until you spend your whole life searching on-line for meaningless relationships?"

Joey shook his head, "Yami! You don't understand!"

"Understand what? Huh?" The conversation was beginning to get a little heated.

"Nothing." Joey turned his face, but Yami brought up his face again with the tip of his fingers. "You are hot Joey. Do you hear me? Hot, and don't say I'm a comforting mother. I'll kill you. These things don't happen like this. They come spontaneously."

"Yeah," Joey mocked, "Like this is how it's going to play out: I'm holding a huge pile of books that hinder my vision. Someone will hit me and I'll drop them, then that person will apologize politely and carry the books for me because I'll lose my ability to carry things from his beauty. Then we will fall in love and live happily ever after!"

Yami sighed, "No, not like that."

"Oh yeah," Joey kept mocking, "I know how. I'll be walking in a street, holding a cup of coffee and looking back for some mysterious reason and not focusing on the road. Then some hot stuff from out of the blue will cannonball into me, causing me to spill all my cup contents onto my shirt. He'll apologize and take me to a hospital to make sure that I'm not severely burned from the coffee. Then he'll tell me how hot I am and how he fell for me from the first sight and…."

"And what?" Yami interrupted, "What's your point?"

"Get real Yami. Those things happen only on television. Now let me continue my work." Joey went back to typing on his keyboard, but he was interrupted again -not by Yami, but by his angry hungry stomach.

"You need to eat Joey." Yami stated quietly.

"I guess you're right," he replied, standing from his chair, when Yami stopped him. "Relax, I'm gonna make something for you."

"No Yami, it was rude from me to ask you that earlier. You just came in. You're probably tired."

Yami pressed his hand gently against Joey's shoulder making him sit down again. "Look, you will find love in no time. I'm sure of it."

"If you say so." Joey didn't want to prolong the conversation.

"But," Yami surprisingly continued, "I have a proposal for you. If you don't find a lover by the end of this semester- which is not gonna happen," He explained cheerfully, "I assure you- then I'll be your lover! How does that sound? You said that you see me as a hottie in leather pants right? I'll wear them as much as you want during the day, and," he winked, "I'll wear nothing for you during the night."

Joey snorted, "Now to the pity love. What's next? My answer is, no thanks."

"Wow!" Yami clutched his heart, "My first rejection. But as they say, there is a first for everything."

Joey frowned, "Your rejection did hurt Joey." Yami faked a painful moan, but when he saw the serious look on the other's face he coughed, "I better go and cook something."

At that moment, a new message came to computer screen. It said, 'Hi'.

"Who's that?" Yami asked forgetting about the food.

"I don't know," Joey answered.

"Then why don't you ask him? Say hi back to him." Yami said and Joey nodded. He typed, 'Hi' back.

Another message appeared: 'I saw your profile. It's interesting and I would like to know you better."

Joey grinned, "Did you hear that Yami? I mean … did you see that?"

"Yep," Yami smiled. He felt happy for his best friend.

Joey coughed, "Even though I receive millions of messages like this." He tried to hide his excitement, but he couldn't hold it in any longer. "What do you think I should tell him? Should I say that I love him?"

Yami smacked his head, "No! wait … wait … wait … wait." He prevented Joey from writing anything. "Joey! Listen to me. This is way too fast. First of all, you need to ask him for his name!"

Joey pointed his finger at Yami. "You're so good. Stay with me."

"Okay, now ask him- but first you gotta tell him that you are happy because he is interested in your profile."

"How can I do that?" Joey rubbed his hair.

"Here," Yami grabbed the keyboard. "Let me help."

"Right."

Yami started typing back: 'Oh, I'm glad you found the profile interesting, but I'm curious about what makes you think that?'

The young men waited until the next message appeared from the mysterious sender: 'You wrote that you want to know someone, and knowing his face is the last thing you'll do. I like that. In fact, this is exactly what I want.'

Maybe because you're a sucker when it comes to relationships, Yami thought, but he couldn't say a word that might piss Joey off.

"What should I say Yami?"

"Wait, wait Joey. He doesn't want you to know his face. Maybe he is …. Umm … umm…" Yami tried to find the right word.

"Ugly?" Joey asked.

"Well, yah," Yami smiled slightly in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"He said he wanted looks to be the last thing- not, he doesn't want me to see him at all."

"People who are trying to hide their faces are either extremely ugly or extremely hot, and I doubt he is from the latter group or else he'll find his other half in no time."

"Are you implying that I'm extremely ugly because I share the same thinking as him?"

"No, no, noooo, not at all," Yami shook his head and his hands in defense. "Joey, I know your reasons, but what about his?"

"Maybe they are the same reasons or something similar," Joey suggested.

"Okay, if you say so." Then Yami continued writing: 'So you think looks don't matter?'

They waited until the reply came: 'Not precisely, but I prefer to know the person well before I meet him personally; but of course I do appreciate a beautiful face.'

"My thoughts exactly," Joey commented as Yami typed his next message with a grin: 'My face will please you for sure, but how about your face?'

"Yami!" Joey screamed, "Do you want him to leave? You shouldn't ask him such a personal question so fast!"

"That wasn't fast at all, and oh! This is coming from the one who wanted to admit love just from saying hi! Joey, I'm doing the right thing. If he wasn't truthful with you, then he better leave early."

And then the answer for Yami's question came: 'So you are pretty? Worry about neither my face nor my body. You will never tire of looking at them.'

"Arrogant," Yam growled, looking at Joey. "I don't like arrogant people."

"But I like them," Joey protested.

"Since when? You hated them more than I do!"

"Let us continue this, shall we?" Joey said.

"Okay." Yami began writing again but a message came from the other person: 'What's your name?'

"That's what we wanted to ask you, jerk!" Yami commented.

"Don't ever write that to him," Joey warned.

"I'm not an idiot, Joe," Yami told him as he went back to typing: 'My name is Joey, and you?'

They didn't wait much when the next letter came: 'Seto.'

As simple as that, the name of the other guy was Seto.

"Not a very common name!" Joey commented, "The only I know with this name is Seto Kaiba, the owner of Kaiba corporation." Joey looked to the side, imagining. Then he told Yami, "Imagine that it's him, the owner of that big gaming company and Kaiba land."

"Yeah," Yami agreed in sarcasm, "Because Seto Kaiba has a huge amount of free time and he doesn't have a company to run or a family to take care of or employees to keep an eye on 24/7 or he can't get any lover in the real world or anything. He is just behind the computer screen looking for the match maker to make its magic strike! Get real Joey!"

"I know, I'm just dreaming. You can't prevent anyone from dreaming," Joey said as he looked sideways. "By the way, did you get the latest game from Kaiba Corporation?"

"Yeah, it's on the television," Yami said.

"See? If Seto Kaiba was my boyfriend, then we would have every game in the world for free."

"Stop dreaming Joe! Don't start with your enormous imagination and think this is really Kaiba, the CEO of Kaiba Corp. I just don't want you to be disappointed later," Yami ridiculed, adding, "when you see his amazing body and face!"

"Maybe he really does have an amazing body and face," Joey said but his stomach gurgled again, reminding him of his undeniable hunger.

"I'm going to make something. Keep chatting with him," Joey said and left to the kitchen.

Yami returned to typing: 'Hello Seto.'

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