A/N: Here is the next installment of my Yugioh Series: Kamishipping. Part 2/3. Please read and review! Thanks!
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"Neh, Seto. Isn't Atem's birthday tomorrow or something?" the blonde wondered as he looked through the net on Seto Kaiba's work computer. The prodigy CEO merely looked at the puppy,
"Maybe. Do you have something planned for him?"
"Yeah, I do," Jou stated as he continued to surf the net, "Why? Do you want to help me?"
"I rather be surprised by it. I can trust you to pull out all the stops on this one?" Seto chuckled as he slipped on his black suit. Jou bristled, finally looking up from the compter screen,
"I know I can do it! Don't think lightly of me, Kaiba!" Seto noticed the change of his name, that meant the little puppy was pissed.
"I look forward to seeing your work tomorrow night," the CEO replied and he left the office to get ready for a meeting coming up about the new duel disk system.
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"Hey Atem, what do you want for your birthday?" the best friend of the puppy asked. They had just gotten out of the theater with two of their other friends. The pharaoh thought for a bit,
"Jou naked."
"You really are one sex deprived pharaoh," Ryou replied, his virgin ears were now broken in.
"That's all you want? We all know you're definately going to get that present. Anything else that you want?" Honda stated as he fell in step with the ex-pharaoh. It took Atem a moment to think before responding,
"An Ice Cream Cake."
"Now that's what I'm talking about! Don't worry I'll buy you the best ice cream cake there is! Mint Chocolate right?" Honda lit up. Atem smiled,
"Yes."
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"Gah. . . so many to choose from and so limited amount of cash in my pockets. I was wrong to not let Seto in on my plan, I think I need a little bit more money. . ." the blonde puppy whispered. He went through the whole clothing store and picked out as many outfits he could find that will have Atem literally buldge in his pants. Jou snickered as he took pictures of himself in the dressing stall with all the outfits on. He liked all of them, therefore it was a tough decision to choose just the one outfit that he would present to both of his lovers tomorrow night.
I'll have to come back tomorrow again after I decide thoroughly what I want to wear as my present.
After putting all of the outfits back, he went to the owner of the shop and warned her that he was going to come back tomorrow to purchase one of the outfits he had tried on earlier and the owner complied. Jou headed back into the limo and went home for the rest of the day.
Locked up in his room or should he say their room, he scattered the photographs on the bedspread and examined each and one of them for the little detail. It had to be just right for the occasion. Strangely all the ones that he liked were all female costumes.
"Where has the world come to. . ." Jou whispered. A jiggle of the door handle caught his attention.
"Jou?" The blonde's heart almost leapt out of his chest at the sound of the pharaoh's deep voice.
"Ah. . . J-Just a minute!" Jou gathered all of the photos and ran around the room like a crazed animal with its head chopped off. He finally stuffed the pictures in a large document envelope and went to unlock the door to their shared bedroom. The pharoah peeked his head in and looked around the room to find anything out of the ordinary; none.
"Why was the door locked? Were you doing something that you shouldn't be doing?" the pharaoh guessed. Jou flushed,
"L-Like what?"
"I don't know," the pharaoh made himself comfy against the doorway of their room, "masturbating perhaps?"
"Wh-What?! I have you and Seto for that!" Jou stuttered. The pharoah nodded thoughtfully,
"You're right. Then. . . are you hiding someone?"
"Absolutely not!" Jou argued.
"Then what is it that you're hiding?" the pharaoh pestered.
"I'm home!" Seto's voice floated up from the front door.
"Looks like you're off the hook, Jou. Come down and let's have dinner," Atem stated and Jou nodded. It was too close for comfort, his plan was about to be blown into smithereens if the CEO hadn't come home when he did. He'd had to make it up to him somehow. Just. . . not now.