EnsTren: (*works on Seto, post scratching*)
EnsTren: (Seto: *naked and wrapped up in a towel, healed and sad and mostly confused* *curled up against Seth's chest and cries very softly like a child, not his terrors, not his wails, just soft crying because he's confused about why nothing is fair*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *snuggled up against Seto and petting his hair*)
EnsTren: (Seto: *very soft long limbed pale hikari.* I-I thought you said th-that you told him not to do it again.)
Edmondia: (Seth: *sighs softly* I did... it may have been an accident...)
EnsTren: (Seto: *shakes his head* No, he came up to me and grabbed and started sounding a bit like Anzu about how I should open up and let him help.)
Edmondia: (Seth: *frowns* That... that doesn't sound right...)
EnsTren: (Seto: *sniffles* I didn't hear much, my brain started swimming early on.)
Edmondia: (Seth: *squeezes him lightly* I'll... I'll talk to Atemu, that doesn't sound like Yugi to me.)
EnsTren: ((yeah, it was partially in his head mebbe))
EnsTren: (Seto: *slowly, as if the admission is a jump in quantum theroy* Maybe... he thought he was helping?)
Edmondia: (Seth: *thoughtfully* Maybe... I'm not sure. I think... I think you might be the only one who's not drawn to him...)
EnsTren: (Seto: *sullenly* I hate him.)
Edmondia: (Seth: *very softly* I love him.)
EnsTren: (Seto: *presses his lips together* Maybe it would have been better for you if he was both of your hikari.)
Edmondia: (Seth: *shortly* No. *squeezes him tightly* Mine.)
EnsTren: (Seto: You like Atemu, you like Yugi. They like you and aren't messes like I am.)
Edmondia: (Seth: *flatly* If I ever touched Yugi skin-to-skin for longer than a few moments, my hands would start to melt.)
EnsTren: (Seto: Atemu-wich.)
Edmondia: (Seth: *sighs* At the beginning, I would have been extremely open to that idea. But you, my lovely dear, made me fall in love with you, and that idea flew right out the window.)
EnsTren: (Seto: ...How? Why? Because I'm somthing to protect?)
Edmondia: (Seth: Why so many questions? Isn't it enough that I want to be here?)
EnsTren: (Seto: No, it's not. I have to know why and how.)
Edmondia: (Seth: *sighs heavily* Will you have me if I tell you that I don't know why? At the very beginning, you didn't want to have anything to do with me, and I didn't care - I was too happy to be back with Atemu again. But he... he wanted me to be with you, he told me that you needed me, and that I needed you - we actually had a fight about it. I couldn't believe that he was yelling at me... but he kicked me out and I had no choice but to go back to you. Don't you remember? You made me sleep outside that night.)
EnsTren: (Seto: *nods slightly against his chest and listens to his Yami, soaking up his presence and voice like he couldn't soak up his darkness*)
Edmondia: (Seth: After that, you developed this annoying habit of hitting me with your briefcase whenever I got within striking range. I guess... I don't remember what morning it was, but you'd smacked me halfway through breakfast, and I was lying on the floor hating the world and everything in it, and... and then Mokuba smiled at me.)
EnsTren: (Seto: *smiling a little at the memory of improving his swinging skills, and of his precious memories of Mokuba smiling.*)
Edmondia: (Seth: And when you left to get ready for school, Mokuba came over and sat on me and proceeded to tell me all of the reasons why I should do my very best to make you happy. He's very intimidating when he wants to be, you know... he ordered me not to ever hurt your feelings or make you cry - well, I've screwed that one up - and he told me that you needed me, and that he was sure I could make you happy if I tried.)
EnsTren: (Seto: *voice a bit harsh from crying, husky almost* You do..)
Edmondia: (Seth: *a bit hesitantly, almost shy* I... I'm glad.)
EnsTren: (Seto: ...I'm sorry, for hitting you with my briefcase and making you sleep outside... except for that trip to Egypt, but that doesn't count because we slept outside together.)
Edmondia: (Seth: *suddenly grins* It's okay. The first time I realized you had a really, really nice ass was after you smacked me and then stomped away.)
EnsTren: (Seto: *lifts his head a little and slaps his forehead on Seth's chest* You were thinking about that even then?)
Edmondia: (Seth: *grins mischieviously* Can I help it if we're hot?)
EnsTren: (Seto: *muffled grumblings*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *chuckles and kisses his hair* Love you too, darling.)
EnsTren: (Seto: It hurts, *he whimpered and looked up at him* It hurts and I hate it but I love you. It hurts and I hate him.)
Edmondia: (Seth: *very softly* That's part of the reason why I'm confused, pretty light. It shouldn't hurt you - if anything, it should make you feel better.)
EnsTren: (Seto: It's wrong.)
Edmondia: (Seth: *calmly* The hurt that you feel is wrong. It shouldn't feel like that.)
EnsTren: (Seto: No, it's warm and good and twists me up inside. It's wrong because if you can't make it feel good he shouldn't he doesn't have the right to!)
Edmondia: (Seth: *draws in a calm breath* I see... but pretty light, what I can give you and what he can give you are two very different things.)
EnsTren: (Seto: *crying again* No! It's wrong! *shaking his head denying it*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *cradles him more closely, almost purring at him* Ssh, pretty light, it's all right, beloved, I wouldn't lie to you, you know that, don't you? Shh... it's all right, pretty light, it's all right...)
EnsTren: (Seto: *short sharp breaths, slowly calming down, if he had continued he might have hyperventilated*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *cradling him possessively, murmuring nonsense, rubbing his chest and his stomach soothingly*)
EnsTren: (Seto: *still murmuring, hiccuping* It's not right, not fair.)
Edmondia: (Seth: *snuggles against him* I think it is fair, pretty light - didn't you say you wanted to be more like the others?)
EnsTren: (Seto: *hiccups* W-wh-how does this make me more like them?)
Edmondia: (Seth: *brushes a soft kiss against his neck* Because touching Yugi makes their own light brighter, too.)
EnsTren: (Seto: *sniffles then hiccups again, it's rather cute actually* I don't want him, and it doesn't feel right. *hiccup* I did this on my own, why can't I get better on my own?)
Edmondia: (Seth: *quietly* Because it's far easier to hurt yourself than it is to heal yourself. Don't you want to get better?)
EnsTren: (Seto: *defiant and sounding like Mokuba* I don't want his help! I hate him!)
Edmondia: (Seth: *quietly* I want his help.)
EnsTren: (Seto: *shaking his head and trembling against him* I don't like it when he touches me, I don't like him. If you won't touch me when I offer it to you why should I have to touch him when I don't want to?)
Edmondia: (Seth: *cuddles him closer* Seto, I love you, and I want what's best for you. But what's best for you isn't necessarily what you want.)
EnsTren: (Seto: *blinks his eyes tears flowing* but it hurts *crying, almost plaintively whining.*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *tenderly* I know it does, pretty light, I know it does.)
EnsTren: (Seto: I don't want to hurt for him. I don't. It hurts and I don't like them to make me want to put up with it.)
Edmondia: (Seth: *snuggles against him* I know you don't want to, pretty light. And you're right, you shouldn't have to put up with it - you should want it.)
EnsTren: (Seto: I just want you and Mokuba and to be happy and for us to be left alone.)
Edmondia: (Seth: *softly* I know, pretty light, I know. I want that too. But I want you to be happy and whole... you deserve that much, at least.)
EnsTren: (Seto: But I don't want to touch him.)
Edmondia: (Seth: *very quietly* His touch shouldn't hurt, pretty love. It shouldn't.)
EnsTren: (Seto: I hate it, it makes me want to throw up and I feel filthy horrible disgusting! *his hands move unconsciously to his body slowly digging in to scratch*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *sinks his teeth ungently into his shoulder* //Stop that.//)
EnsTren: (Seto: *and he stopped, he truly didn't mean to do it, he just didn't notice until someone pointed it out to him* /I feel filthy, on my skin, under my skin, on and in my soul./)
Edmondia: (Seth: *softly, coldly* You are beautiful.)
EnsTren: (Seto: /Filth, putrid and rotting./)
Edmondia: (Seth: *his fingers dig harshly into the soft flesh beneath them* //I will not let you degrade yourself like this.//)
EnsTren: (Seto: *felt the colddarkpainful tendrils creep into him from his Yami's fingers, felt his stomach rebel against Seth's touch. But it was Seth's touch, so he didn't complain* /It's true, I can feel it./)
Edmondia: (Seth: *carefully releases him, only to tangle his hands in the sheets and yank him closer* //It's not true, and I know it.//)
EnsTren: (Seto: *very carefully, very deliberetly, he slides his fingers under his Yami's sleeve, past the sheets to touch him* /How can you be sure?/)
Edmondia: (Seth: *hesitates, but allows the touch* //Because I can see you. And you're beautiful.//)
EnsTren: (Seto: /I'm sure Malik thinks his Yami is beautiful too, even if he is a twisted sick fuck./)
Edmondia: (Seth: *chuckles softly* //But unlike all of the others, dear light, I am quite sane. Moreso than all of them. Believe me when I tell you that you are lovely.//)
EnsTren: (Seto: /You're my Yami, so you love me, think the sun of me. You're my soul mate. You're not in the best position to see my flaws./)
Edmondia: (Seth: //I'm your yami, so I love you, and think the sun of you. I am the closest person on this earth to you. I know your dreams and your weaknesses, and I am in the best position to see your flaws.//)
EnsTren: (Seto: /You're biased./)
Edmondia: (Seth: //I'm honest.//)
EnsTren: (Seto: /Biased. And Yugi told me before I threw up that my magic smelled like the wind./)
Edmondia: (Seth: *a light bulb has switched on somewhere in his head* //...so that's why he was provoking you.//)
EnsTren: (Seto: Mew?)
Edmondia: (Seth: *kisses him lightly* //Your magic is buried deep, dear love - your emotions needed to be in turmoil before he could catch your scent.//)
EnsTren: (Seto: *makes a small, mewing sound again, the hikari equivlent to "?"*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *another kiss* //Yugi's magic bolsters that of others - makes normal humans want to be near him, makes a hikari want to be close to him to be purified - so his magical senses are very acute. If he said you smelled of the wind, then you smell of the wind.//)
EnsTren: (Seto: /So what does that mean?/)
Edmondia: (Seth: *looks thoughtful* //I'd have to discuss it in more detail with him, but if you smell like the wind... possibly creation or changing...//)
EnsTren: (Seto: *vague impressions of complicated ideas crossing his mind, Seth always got the impression of that blueprint paper* /Makes sense, considering what I do./)
Edmondia: (Seth: *nods slightly* //Mmmhmm - that's what prompted the thought.//)
EnsTren: (Seto: *nuzzling his chest* /Yami? Is it possible to... alter people?/)
Edmondia: (Seth: *gives a soft grunt* //With the Ankh, yes... or do you mean something else?//)
EnsTren: (Seto: /No! I'd never... mess with people's heads... I meant.... body wise. There's stories of people transforming and things.../)
Edmondia: (Seth: *considers* //Possibly... I don't remember having much information about it...//)
EnsTren: (Seto: *fond smile and nice day dream as he wraps his arms around Seth's body and hugs him tight* /It'd be nice... to fly./ *flitting images of wings of dream*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *purrs contentedly* //That will take practice, pretty love... but I don't doubt that you could do it.//)
EnsTren: (Seto: /...You just want to screw in the air./ *his hikari's mind provided some very nice images*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *grins devilishly* //I'll admit the thought had crossed my mind.//)
EnsTren: (Seto: /We can go back to the Luxor, it's the biggest open air atrium in the world, plenty of room to fly around in./)
Edmondia: (Seth: *chuckles* //We could go to the mountains.//)
EnsTren: (Seto: /Possibly, I'd need to do some hacking beforehand. They have big camera telescopes orbiting the planet,/ *he used descriptive words in case his yami didn't know what a satellite was and could do*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *snuggles* //By the way, Mokuba managed to slip past your safeguards and hacked his way into a porn site the other night.//)
EnsTren: (Seto: /Gaaahh! If it wasn't porn I'd be proud of him, I'll update those and maybe rig it to dump him into a nasty site. Some people get off on the most disgusting things./)
Edmondia: (Seth: *mildly* //Let's hope he doesn't, hmm?//)
EnsTren: (Seto: /Mokuba has a healthy psyche, he won't get off on home-done casteration and projectile-vomiting./)
Edmondia: (Seth: *blink* *blink* //Ew.//)
EnsTren: (Seto: *kisses him to fully wipe the idea from both their minds*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *smirks against his mouth* //Of course, if he really wanted porn, all he'd have to do is stop by here some night.//)
EnsTren: (Seto: /That would scar him./ *snuggles* /Can you start teaching me my magic now? Faster I can learn the faster we can fly.../)
Edmondia: (Seth: *raises an eyebrow and chuckles* //All right. Will yourself some pants, pretty love.//)
EnsTren: (Seto: /How does that work, "I want pants?" or do I have to imagine it? How much? down to the fibers?/)
Edmondia: (Seth: *hums softly under his breath* //Darling, if you want to learn how to suck out a person's soul or bend them to your will, I can teach you that. I have no idea how to make pants.//)
EnsTren: (Seto: /It's still magic, so it should have some concepts in common. So, when you're sucking out a soul, how do you will it?/)
Edmondia: (Seth: *considers* //Well, first you must have the concept of what you're doing in mind - in my case, I have to focus my senses on the person, enough that I can sense their soul. I use the darkness, pretty love, that's already a part of me, to wrap around them. And then I tug.//)
EnsTren: (Seto: *gets the weird blueprint image in his head, considering quantum physics, electron tunneling, and super string theory. He knows he has a pair of pants, several, folded up in his drawers* *so he concentrates on his favorite pair, how they feel, how they fall, the thread count and how they look, how the button is chipped.*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *gently lets go of him and scoots back, not wanting to disturb his concentration*)
EnsTren: (Seto: *barely realizes it and keeps concentrating, thinking how the atoms and molecules interconnect and the electrons. E=mc2, so... from there to here, electrons can move instinaneously.*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *pulls his knees to his chest and rests his chin on his arms, a small, contented smile on his lips*)
EnsTren: (Seto: *What was it his yami said? Wrapping his shadows around it and tugging? Well, a pair of pants didn't have soul, but it did have energy.* *He tried to visualize his fingers twining around the inbetween spaces of the molocules, splitting from fingers again and again so it was like a web.*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *continues humming, smile growing wider*)
EnsTren: (Seto: *tugs!*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *chuckles*)
EnsTren: (Seto: *gets a scrap of fabric in his lap, care of the crotch of his favoite pants*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *snickers*)
EnsTren: (Seto: *Picks it up and stares at it* Grrr... *blinks* *well...maybe he can put it back?*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *sniggers*)
EnsTren: (Seto: *closes his eyes and tries to do the same thing, only put it back, and he realizes he's not imagining it, he's seeing it... kinda*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *continues humming, still grinning*)
EnsTren: (Seto: *and it goes back to his pants* *yawns a bit and this time he tries to zoom out his view to get the whole pair of pants*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *softly* Don't wear yourself out, love.)
EnsTren: (Seto: Mnn... Nonsense, I'll be fine.)
Edmondia: (Seth: *snorts* If you knock yourself out, it's not my problem.)
EnsTren: (Seto: *sticks his tongue out at Seth and then summons his pants*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *watches, grinning*)
EnsTren: (Seto: *holds them up and inspects them, right pair, the patch he ripped out seems a bit off but he finds it disturbingly easy to straighten*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *chuckles*)
EnsTren: (Seto: *pouts* What? I did a good job!)
Edmondia: (Seth: *grins* You're cute when you're happy.)
EnsTren: (Seto: *no clue on how to change the color, but he really wants his yami to be dressed in pink, so he concentrates hard, scowling in his direction*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *tackles him, quite effectively breaking his concentration*)
EnsTren: (Seto: *squeals*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *proceeds into a combination of kisses, pinching, nipping and tickling*)
EnsTren: (Seto: *it has the desired effect of having a slightly tuckered out Seto moaning*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *grins down at his pinned hikari* So... pizza?)
EnsTren: (Seto: Gimme a second... *and he concentrates again*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *sweatdrops* I meant ordering one.)
EnsTren: (Seto: *turns his yami pink*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *GLARE*)
EnsTren: (Seto: *smiles*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *calmly and deliberately reaches down and pinches his omote's thigh*)
EnsTren: (Seto: *calmly bites his yami's nose*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *equally calmly pinches somewhere a bit more sensitive*)
EnsTren: (Seto: *lets go and squirms*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *growls* Change me back.)
EnsTren: (Seto: *tries to, trying to take the energy back into himself*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *would be tapping his foot impatiently, were he in any position to do so*)
EnsTren: (Seto: *turns his yami back to his normal colors*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *makes a full inspection of himself, taking a long time to preen at his hair*)
EnsTren: (Seto: *yawns some more*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *hops off the bed and tucks him in* You take a nap, I'll call the pizza place.)
EnsTren: (Seto: *yawn again* /Okay./)
Edmondia: (Seth: *grins* //Sleep.//)
EnsTren: (Seto: *curls up and does so*)

EnsTren: (Seto: *pokes a small wooden horse that had orginally been a collection of huge dust bunnies, he still balked at the idea of how much sheer energy it would take to make something from nothing* /Yami?/ *adjusts it so it has joints*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *peers over his shoulder* Hm?)
EnsTren: (Seto: /Is there any way I can get it to move? On its own? If I could wire it I could do it, but I don't know how that works in magic./)
Edmondia: (Seth: *considers it* I don't know, pretty light. Your skill is in manipulating matter. The energies required may be incompatible with your talents.)
EnsTren: (Seto: *snorts* /Matter IS energy, Yami, Hiroshima and Nagaski were the energy in one atom./)
Edmondia: (Seth: *shrugs* Then I have no idea.)
EnsTren: (Seto: *sighs and considers trying to turn it into a computer inside*)
EnsTren: (Seto: /Does thought count as energy? Idea? Concept?/)
Edmondia: (Seth: *shrugs and settles down beside him* I don't know.)
EnsTren: (Seto: /I will do this./ *turns his full concentration on the little wooden horse, he traced the movements of the legs in his mind's eye, made it an idea, gave it a name and tried to put it in the little toy*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *watches him silently*)
EnsTren: (Seto: *grumps when it doesn't work* *tries again, imagining it like a series of chemical reactions going round in circles*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *sits there quietly and watches*)
EnsTren: (Seto: *sat back and growled* How is it that I can't do this, but I can do this? *waved his hand over the wooden horse, turning it into a smaller metal horse, transducers, wires, microchips, and a dilithium battery. And it walked around, pure technology*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *shrugs* As they say, magic is an unfaithful mistress.)
EnsTren: (Seto: It's like I have the lightbulb and I'm trying to invent the computer, but I need to discover transducers and vacuumetubes and microchips and switchboards.)
Edmondia: (Seth: *gives him an utterly blank look*)
EnsTren: (Seto: Primitive versions of what makes computers go.)
Edmondia: (Seth: *still staring blankly* Right.)
EnsTren: (Seto: *grumps*)
EnsTren: (Seto: *untucks his shirt and pulls it up, and pokes his stomach* I've been losing weight, and I'm already a bit under.)
Edmondia: (Seth: *pokes at it too* You need to eat more.)
EnsTren: (Seto: Yes. *pokes his stomach again and tries to give himself scales on his tummy*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *licks his tummy*)
EnsTren: (Seto: *squeaks*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *grins mischievously up at his omote*)
EnsTren: (Seto: *pouts at him* Give me a second *and he concentrates on giving himself some scales, about the size and thickness of his thumbnails* *and lo, he has them, translucent silvery and looks like they were painted with a thin coating of iridescent nail gloss*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *blinksu* Shiny hikari. *licks the scales*)
EnsTren: (Seto: *giggles* Tickles!)
Edmondia: (Seth: *grins* *licklicklick*)
EnsTren: (Seto: *squirms* Feels... I don't know, not as bad.)
Edmondia: (Seth: *shrugs, grabs his butt, and squeezes*)
EnsTren: (Seto: *squeaks* Hmnn... *squirms* I think it's the scales.)
Edmondia: (Seth: Oh? And what are they doing? *rubrub*)
EnsTren: (Seto: Mnn... Dead skin I guess, nerves aren't as close to the surface maybe?)
Edmondia: (Seth: *shrugs* You're the scientist. *grope*)
EnsTren: (Seto: *moan and squirm*)
Edmondia: (Seth: *grin* So, shall we eat that pizza?)
EnsTren: (Seto: Yes.)
Edmondia: (Seth: *bounces to his feet and runs off in the direction of the kitchen* Pizza!)
EnsTren: (Seto: *chuckles and follows*)

Edmondia: (the thought of Seth in the presence of jello amuses me greatly)
EnsTren: ("Hikari, I'm not eating something that's still alive.")
EnsTren: ("It's not alive, yami.")
Edmondia: ("It's moving.")
EnsTren: ("Do you want me to show you how it's made?")
Edmondia: (*pokity* "Eeep! IT JIGGLED AT ME!")
EnsTren: ("It's no diffrent than a spring, Yami. Come on over here," *tugness*)
Edmondia: ("...but it JIGGLED at me!")
EnsTren: ("Remember when I told you about Newton, Yami?" *pulling over to the stove*)
Edmondia: ("Perhaps you do not understand what I am saying. It JIGGLED! JIGGLED!")
EnsTren: ("Yami, it's dead, it was never alive. Come here, now.")
Edmondia: ("It still jiggled.")
EnsTren: ("It doesn't have a brain, it can only move when something else moves it for it.")
Edmondia: ("That's even worse. It has no brain and it jiggles.")
EnsTren: ("It's yummy, now come over here and measure two cups of water and boil it in the pot.")
Edmondia: ("...okay.")
EnsTren: ("Nothing special about boiling water right? Now what's in this packet? Is it magic? Is it alive?" *waves a white packet in his face*)
Edmondia: ("...why do I get the distinct impression that you are taunting me?")
EnsTren: ("I'm trying to make you understand, now do a magical analysis or whatever.")
Edmondia: (*sigh* "No, it is not magical, nor is it alive.")
EnsTren: ("Good, now pour it in and stir it.")
Edmondia: (*does so*)
EnsTren: ("Anything happening to it?")
Edmondia: (*sigh* "No, hikari.")
EnsTren: (*kisses him on the cheek* "All right, now turn off the heat and pour it into a bowl.")
Edmondia: (*sigh* "Yes, hikari." *does so*)
EnsTren: ("Now we put it in the refridgerator.")
Edmondia: (*le double sigh* "Yes, hikari." *shoves it in*)
EnsTren: (*closes it* "Now it gets cold and turns into Jello. But that will take a while, in the meantime, I have condoms.")
Edmondia: ("...lately all you've been wanting me for is sex.")
EnsTren: ("...That's my line.")
Edmondia: ("Not the 'lately' part in your case.")
EnsTren: ("...Are you upset with me?")
Edmondia: ("Yes, because constantly being hit on is such a drag.")
EnsTren: (*pulls away quickly* "Oh... I'm... I'll stop then," *looking away from him*)
Edmondia: (*reaches out and tilts his chin up* "I was teasing, pretty light, but I am concerned.")
EnsTren: (*pretty blue eyes roam away from his face*)
Edmondia: ("...Seto?")
EnsTren: (*melancholy dawns over him but he doesn't... isn't quite sure why* "What?")
Edmondia: ("...are you okay, pretty love?")
EnsTren: "I don't know."
Edmondia: "...what's wrong?"
EnsTren: "Is there something wrong... with me having normal desires?"
Edmondia: "No..."
EnsTren: "Then why are you worried?"
Edmondia: He leaned forward, curling his fingers into chocolate-brown hair. "It's unexpected..."
EnsTren: "We've been having to deal with so much crap now, so now we're dealing with nice stuff."
Edmondia: He shifted his grip to cup his cheek. "...are we nice?"
EnsTren: His lips pressed together but he resisted pulling back, "I don't know."
Edmondia: His hand fell to his shoulder. "...did I hurt you again?"
EnsTren: "It's nothing."
Edmondia: He leaned forward, close enough to brush noses, close enough to see himself reflected in his eyes. "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you anymore."
EnsTren: "I'm fine."
Edmondia: He let his hands fall to his waist, a tiny frown on his lips. "Then why won't you kiss me?"
EnsTren: "...I don't know if I should tell you the truth."
Edmondia: "Tell me the truth."
EnsTren: "Sometimes it's... my body reacts like you taste putrid and I just downed a pint of curdled mouldy milk."
Edmondia: He didn't even blink. "I see."
EnsTren: "But it also, it also," he hugged himself and looked a bit distant, smiling a bit, "Makes me feel good. Happy."
Edmondia: He tugged him closer. "And that's why you've been like this lately?"
EnsTren: "Maybe a little."
Edmondia: "And your other reasons?"
EnsTren: "I don't know... sex... it makes both of us happy and it's the only time we never ever argue or you go off to them or leave me feeling terrible. "
Edmondia: "It doesn't have to be the only time."
EnsTren: "It's also one of the few times I get to forget, completely, how...messed up I am."
Edmondia: He leaned his head on his shoulder, sighing. "...hn."
EnsTren: "..I'm sorry."
Edmondia: "Why?"
EnsTren: "...That... I'm using you"
Edmondia: "It's not... the using that I mind, pretty love."
EnsTren: He looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion in his gaze.
Edmondia: "Must I remind you again that sex with you is actually quite pleasant?"
EnsTren: "So?"
Edmondia: "I don't mind that you want it so frequently... but I do mind that you weren't more honest with me about it."
EnsTren: He looked away again.
Edmondia: He wrapped his fingers around his neck again. "I always want you to be honest with me, pretty light."
EnsTren: "But sometimes it's better if I'm not."
Edmondia: "Even so... I want it. Will you give it to me?"
EnsTren: "...Likely."
Edmondia: He smiled. "You're being honest. I like that."
EnsTren: He blushed.
Edmondia: He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to the soft curve of his mouth. "Shy hikari," he murmured teasingly.
EnsTren: He gasped softly and leaned into him.
Edmondia: He chuckled low in his throat and squeezed him. "Nothing to say?"
EnsTren: A sweet shake of the head and a little mewl as he reaches for him.
Edmondia: "...when did you become so needy?" he wondered aloud.
EnsTren: "...'m sorry," and he tried to step back
Edmondia: He didn't let him. "Stop that, hikari - I just want to know."
EnsTren: "...Haven't I always need you?"
Edmondia: "Mmmhmm."
EnsTren: "So then haven't I always been needy?"
Edmondia: "You've been more demonstrative lately."
EnsTren: "I don't enjoy unconsciously mutilating myself and you're the only one who's stopped me."
Edmondia: "I'm the only one you've let see. And, pretty light... you've been mewling at me."
EnsTren: "...Have not."
Edmondia: "Have too."
EnsTren: "Have not."
Edmondia: "Have too." And he dropped his hands down to his butt and squeezed.
EnsTren: And he mewled.
Edmondia: "Do too!" he crowed triumphantly.
EnsTren: Seto pouted and bit him.
Edmondia: Seth yelped and swatted at his behind.
EnsTren: Seto meeped and hung onto Seth's clothing, fisting his hands into his shirt and blushing very brightly, though he tried to hide his face.
Edmondia: "Hikari..." he growled, "You little tease..."
EnsTren: "W-what," he queried, still hiding and blushing.
Edmondia: "First you bite me and now you're being all cute and shy and I'll feel bad about smacking you!"
EnsTren: His hikari only blushed more and tried to hide against him.
Edmondia: "Ah, so that's your evil plan for getting out of me smacking you silly. You're going to make me die of cuteness."
EnsTren: "You can smack me if you want," he offered up in a quiet shy voice.
EnsTren: "I-it's so quick, even when you do it on my skin, I only feel your skin and not... what makes me feel bad."
Edmondia: He blinked twice, startled.
EnsTren: He continued to hide his face and mumbled something incoherant.
Edmondia: "Pretty light, what did you say?"
EnsTren: He shook his head, his face resembling a holly berry in shade, refusing to repeat what he said.
Edmondia: "Pretty light, please tell me."
EnsTren: "It's nothing bad," he insisted and hunched his shoulders to hide how the blush was going down his neck.
Edmondia: "Even so, I want to know," he coaxed, petting him in a way he knew would make him melt.
EnsTren: He mewled again for him and stretched out under his hand, resisting him a little in that charming stubborn way of his. Finally he broke down and babbled, "IthinkIkindalikeiteventhoughIfeelit'swrong," his mouth sealed tight and looking as if he was about to spontaneously combust.
Edmondia: He laughed out loud.
EnsTren: His hikari didn't take that well at all and tried to scurry out of the room so he could die of embarrassment in peace and alone.
Edmondia: He wrapped his arms and legs around him and refused to let him budge. "Hikari, you're being ridiculous."
EnsTren: "Shaddupyoulaughedatme," he was such an adorable hikari.
Edmondia: He laughed again and squeezed him harder. "If it doesn't hurt you and it's from me, of COURSE you like it!"
EnsTren: His hikari was utterly eatable when he squirmed as if trying to get away. Of course they both knew that he liked it.
Edmondia: How could he not like it?
Edmondia: Honestly, his hikari was so silly sometimes...
EnsTren: He was lucky, he had a silly hikari and none of the others had. And his hikari had the longest nicest legs in Japan, the only one who's hikari came close was Malik. Now only if he could persuade him to wear leather pants...
Edmondia: "I am NOT wearing leather pants!" his hikari muttered into his chest.
EnsTren: "Why not? I don't want you to go out in them, just want to see you in them, or maybe chaps? You'd look good in chaps."
EnsTren: His hikari let him know exactly what he could do with his chaps.
Edmondia: His hikari was very inventive like that.
EnsTren: But he still fantasized about leather. He'd been around Atemu and his hikari too much he supposed, but knew better than suggesting collars and buckles or anything like that.
Edmondia: His hikari was so sensitive. Hm. Sensitive... he squeezed him again.
EnsTren: Pretty squealing sound, he did so like that, espcially how he mewled right after.
EnsTren: He suddenly remembered his other fantasy and wondered if he could persuade his hikari into a loincloath...
Edmondia: "Into a WHAT?!"
Edmondia: ...okay, maybe not.
EnsTren: He could try, so he showed his hikari a picture of the kind he was thinking of, which he could tell wasn't what his hikari was thinking. His hikari was thinking primitive, Seth however was thinking of a linen kilt, one that would be long and would have a blue cloath holding it up and hanging low on his hips, slits on the sides for his hikari's beautiful legs.
Edmondia: And there was a hint of interest there, a spark of curiosity that he hastened to suppress, but he caught it just the same.
EnsTren: He showed him the image of jewlery like the Tombkeeper had, editing out the ones around the neck, and instead of gold, for that wouldn't look good on his hikari, electrum, or silver.
Edmondia: /...did you all dress like that?/ Intellectual curiosity and... perhaps his hikari did share his affection for things that glowed in the light.
EnsTren: He certainly liked his computer screen. //Atemu liked some fashions from out of country, and I hated my hat but...// And he showed him the old images and memories of how they dressed.
Edmondia: And of the damned hat, when Atemu would sneak up on him and yank it down over his eyes, and when they would snicker at foreign dignitaries or oogle the princesses that came to make eyes at them. And his robes were always so heavy when he was running, weighing down on his shoulders and dragging the dust behind him, and all the while that stupid hat kept falling into his eyes, and his fine slippers always got torn when he jumped off a balcony or tripped over a vase (not that anyone knew about that!)
EnsTren: His hikari laughed a little and snuggled him, /You'd like me to dress like that,/ an image of the outfit proposed, /Just for you?/
Edmondia: He smiled. //It's pretty.//
EnsTren: /I liked Bakura's coat too./
EnsTren: /It wouldn't go with me, but I liked it./
Edmondia: His lips curved in a scowl. //I don't want you dressing like that filth.//
EnsTren: /I still liked it,/ he pouted, /it wouldn't look good on me but it was a nice coat./
Edmondia: //Hmph. I say you should dress more like Atemu did - show off those pretty legs.//
EnsTren: He could feel his hikari make a face against him, /No leather pants, no short loincloths, I like the long one./
Edmondia: He sighed. //Fine, fine, ruin my fun...//
EnsTren: /I will consent to slits up the side though./
EnsTren: /...All the way up if you want it that way./
Edmondia: //...okay. Pretty hikari, wish I had you then to show off... pretty foreigner, pretty-mine... they'd all be jealous.//
EnsTren: His hikari blushed prettily and then hesitently asked, a touch of possible fear, but not quite, /But then... Wouldn't I likely be yours... your slave?/
EnsTren: He touched his neck, remembering when he had been collared.
Edmondia: //...possibly,// he said, hesitating. //Or some foreign noble come to the pharaoh's court to plead his case... but even then you'd be too fair...//
EnsTren: His hikari squirmed and nudged them over to the couch, soft sounds from his lips and mind letting him know he was willing to listen, wanted to even. He belonged to his Yami already, didn't he? And vice- versa.
Edmondia: He flopped down on the couch and tried to imagine how things would have been.
EnsTren: His hikari was was warm and nice in his lap, listening to him intently and kissing his collarbone from time to time.
Edmondia: "...you probably would have been a slave, brought in from the wild lands, far away... nowhere near Kemet would there be anyone with skin like yours. And there would have been rumors - about us, questions about my parentage, questions about our relationship - never in public, no one would dare openly challenge the high priest -" he let a smirk curl his lips, "I was far too powerful for that."
EnsTren: His hikari was grinning, liking the strength his yami had held long ago, so similar to his own now. His mind toyed with the slavery, the idea of it, of him. He didn't like the idea, but... in this case... /I'd be protected, right? And if... I came from far away, what would stop my.../ he hesitated stomach clenching, /previous owners from hurting me,/ and hurt had quite a few definitions for his hikari's active imagination.
Edmondia: His yami snarled softly, low in his throat. //Once you entered Kemet, anyone caught laying a hand on you would be availed of that hand. But before... nothing, perhaps, except the desire to keep your beauty unsullied - a virgin always bought the highest asking price.//
EnsTren: He puzzled over this and let it go, letting his Yami weave a story about him. About him being beautiful and treasured, safe even though threats were all around him.
Edmondia: "They would have kept you safe, and when you reached the border, all would be well - it may surprise you, but under Akunamukanon and his son, the land prospered. And a pretty thing like yourself would have doubtless been brought before the high court - the nobles, and the priests, and the pharaoh."
EnsTren: He wrinkled his nose at the idea of being a slave at Atemu's feet, but... If the slavers kept him safe and unharmed, well he might not be as--to put it bluntly, as fucked up as he was now. And he'd be with his Yami.
Edmondia: "And when they brought you in, everyone would stare at you stupidly, even me, and then Atemu would get that mischievious look on his face and buy you on the spot. And he'd stomp on my foot to get me to stop gaping. Then we'd shoo away the others and make you stay, and then, when you were glaring at all of us and we were staring at you, Mana would poke her head out of a nearby pot and declare on the spot that you were cute."
EnsTren: He giggled, his hikari did. He had a lovely laugh, a happy wonderful laugh. It was good he wasn't upset about the idea of being bought and sold in this hypothetical situation, distracted by the silliness and giggling.
Edmondia: "Mahaado would give you an evil look - he always was completely infatuated with her, and Ishizu would roll her eyes and Kalim would bop him on the head and tell him to stop being a great jealous idiot. And Atemu would hop down from his throne, walk around you once to make sure your soul was pure, and then he'd walk over to me, grab me by the front of my robes, and drag me back over to you."
EnsTren: He... liked that idea. Not being a slave, but, a pure soul. Untainted, never killed someone, never ruined someone's life. Not twisted, not filthy, not hateful.
EnsTren: He hugged him and showed him, an image of what he could have been then. Pretty for him, beautiful, unlike what he was now (at least in his own mind), and a clean soul.
Edmondia: He smiled. "They all would have wondered at us, until Atemu shooed them away, and handed you to me as a gift. I would have turned red, and he would have laughed at me, and then I would realize why he'd done it and turn even redder. And he would have taken me by the hand, and put mine in yours, and told us to go play. And then you would have blushed, pretty light, and Atemu would have laughed at us both and danced away. And then it would just be you and me in the great hall."
EnsTren: He tried to imagine, really tried, to see and feel all the pain and horribleness of his Yami's touch turned to wonder and goodness. Of having his hand placed in his Yami's own and feeling right and complete.
Edmondia: "I would have taken you back to my rooms, pretty light, and we would have found somewhere for you to sleep, and then we would have spoken. You would tell me of your land, and I would ask you about your eyes, and we would talk until I was running late for prayers and Akunadin came pounding on my door. I would have taken you with me to the temples, and watched you while I performed the rites, and when they were done, we would have gone back to our room. And then I'd worry because you were thin and hadn't eaten, and Atemu would pop in from the balcony with food for us both. And we'd sit together on the bed and he'd ask about you, and we'd laugh about the court and the old advisors, and plan how to play with them the next morning."
EnsTren: /It would be good, it wouldn't hurt and we'd be happy./
Edmondia: "And we would play - we'd be happy, and we would play."
EnsTren: /And have sex on the Nile shore,/ he said, remembering his yami's delight at doing that on their trip.
Edmondia: "Yes." And he smiled.
EnsTren: He thought of the bliss that would be, of... actually having his Yami in him completely, spilled in him and knowing it was there even when he was away doing things.
Edmondia: And his yami squeezed him tight and held him close, and he was warm.
EnsTren: Sometimes he wondered what his Yami tasted like, everywhere, but he couldn't lick him now because of how it made him ill. But he could. And he could learn how to please both of them and make them both happy.
Edmondia: But weren't they happy right now? Was he really so greedy?
EnsTren: Was it greedy to want to be what he was meant to be? To have the one thing that should have been garunteed to him?
Edmondia: Even through the cloth, his yami's hands were soft.
EnsTren: He wanted his Yami forever.
Edmondia: They had forever, didn't they...? If not in this life, then the next...?
EnsTren: Yes. Yes forever, and maybe... maybe in the next life... he'd not hurt anymore.
EnsTren: He imagined the collar he would have to wear for his Yami in this theroretical past, something ment to decorate, not hurt or demean. He'd... he'd take all his scars back and wear that collar Gozaburo put on him and sell himself into slavery if it meant that it wouldn't hurt when they touched.
EnsTren: He wished that once, just once, his yami would consent to taking him, without anything on, without anything protecting him from his touch. It would hurt, but he was strong, wasn't he? And maybe he could pretend that everything was all right.
Edmondia: But his yami didn't want him to pretend.
EnsTren: He didn't understand why, though. Pretending was fun, like pillow fights.
Edmondia: His yami was so strange, sometimes...
EnsTren: Yes he was. But he still loved him. /You will tell me more stories about this, sometime, please?/
Edmondia: //Of course, pretty light. Of course.//
EnsTren: He nuzzled his chest, /Thank you./
Edmondia: He smiled and cuddled against him, and he was happy.
EnsTren: They were happy. And Seto could pretend that everything was all right.
EnsTren: /Ne... Yami?/
Edmondia: //Hm?//
EnsTren: /Would I get cute slippers too?/
Edmondia: He laughed. //We hated those damn slippers. But yes, you would get cute slippers too.//
EnsTren: Seto smiled at the inane thing, it pleased him and he wiggled his toes and waved his feet at the ankles.
Edmondia: //And you'd rip them on everything when we went running through the palace, and they'd have to be replaced all the time, and we'd throw them at the guards and make them yelp - and then hide so they couldn't find us and yell.//
EnsTren: /Yami, why'd you get to wear colors and everyone else except Atemu didn't?/
Edmondia: //Dyes were very expensive, little light - and we were the most important people in the land. We had to be beautiful.//
EnsTren: Seto started having a giggle fit, and his yami didn't pick up much about save for his hat and the color he wore and his... height?
Edmondia: //...hikari?// he questioned, befuddled by the strange images.
EnsTren: /You're a bad influence on me! I'm turning into a pervert just like you!/
Edmondia: //Really?// His yami sounded absolutely delighted by the prospect.
EnsTren: /I'm comparing you in the past, with how you dressed and your hat to a certain potion of your anatomy./
EnsTren: /My Yami's a phallic symbol!/ And he dissolved back into laughter again.
Edmondia: He turned a flaming scarlet and tried to smother himself with a couch cushion.
EnsTren: The fact that he got his yami to blush only deepened his humor and he nearly slid to the floor he was laughing so hard.
Edmondia: Seth, on the other hand, was looking like he wished for a second death.
EnsTren: But... his hikari was laughing.
Edmondia: So he settled for burying his face in the pillow and only looking up again when the heat faded from his face. Which it felt like it never would.
EnsTren: His hikari was giggling and hugging and nuzzling him and being happy, and making comments, like: /I bet you're the best Yami in bed./
Edmondia: So this was what total mortification was like.
EnsTren: His hikari pulled him and made him look up at him, at his blushing face. He smiled at him and licked him.
Edmondia: He blinked. That was unexpected.
EnsTren: His hikari grinned and kissed his cheeks and nose and mouth. /Yami was right, pretty when I blush./
Edmondia: He stared at him.
EnsTren: /You look like me, don't you?/
Edmondia: He smirked.
EnsTren: /Who decided on your clothing though?/
Edmondia: //We dressed formally as suited our station. In other words, we wore what the tailors made us.//
EnsTren: /They were perverts in you case./
Edmondia: //I was fully clothed!// he protested, //Head to foot, you couldn't see anything!//
EnsTren: /Purple, with that hat, and slits up the side of you kilt thing./
Edmondia: //It was dark blue,// he sulked, //And my legs were completely covered.//
EnsTren: /Purple./
Edmondia: //Indigo.//
EnsTren: /...I wonder how much I can tease you, I bet you would eventually turn that color./
Edmondia: He growled at him. //Don't even try.//
EnsTren: /Why not?/ He paused for a bit, considering how to get his Yami to comply. /...I'll use my mouth./
Edmondia: //That is generally how you tease someone, yes.//
EnsTren: /I never used my mouth on you before./
Edmondia: He blinked. Then he blinked again. And flushed violently.
EnsTren: He giggled again and caressed his Yami's cheeks.
Edmondia: //I can't believe you just said that,// he muttered, face still flaming.
EnsTren: /Your own fault./
Edmondia: He pinched him. //Tease.//
EnsTren: /Is that a yes? Or are you admitting that you can turn that color?/
Edmondia: //I admit nothing!//
EnsTren: Seto kissed him on the cheek.
Edmondia: He sighed and snuggled against him. //Tease,// he pouted.
EnsTren: He chuckled.
EnsTren: /You're still a phallic symbol./
Edmondia: //...it's the damn rod, isn't it?//
EnsTren: /Rod, heh./
Edmondia: //It IS! Hikari you little pervert!//
EnsTren: /Your fault, and it's what you dressed in./
Edmondia: //That... that wasn't my fault!// he protested.
EnsTren: /Still./
EnsTren: /Yami? How did the loincloths tie? Made of linen, right? And see-though often, right?/
Edmondia: He sifted through hazy, sleepy memories of fumbling in the dark, of chubby baby hands learning how to tie and knot, of the scent of jasmine tickling his nose. //I guess so... mine never were.//
EnsTren: /Cause you were already a phallic symbol, no need to give them a peek at the real thing./
Edmondia: //Or maybe because I had a little something called modesty, pretty hikari.//
EnsTren: /Heehee./
Edmondia: //Now the concubines, you wouldn't believe what some of them wore...//
EnsTren: /Would I have worn that?/
Edmondia: //Guh.// His mind abruptly shut down.
EnsTren: His hikari persisted in prodding him, mentally and physically, lightly touching under his ribs and pressing the soft flesh with his fingers.
Edmondia: //...not in public.//
EnsTren: Again his hikari gave him the hikari equivalent of a "?" in the form of a confused mew. /...Tell? Show?/
Edmondia: He showed. Tiny little scraps of silken cloth bound around slim muscles, delicately-spun gold wrapped around him, shining things that jangled and acres of pale, pale skin.
EnsTren: His Yami was showing him, and he mewled for him, squirmed at the thought of being that appealing. He nuzzled and clung to his yami, /Would you like it?/
Edmondia: //...yes.//
EnsTren: /...Won't tell?/
Edmondia: //...won't tell who?//
EnsTren: /Yummy Yami.../
EnsTren: He nuzzled him, /I'm going to make you happy./
EnsTren: /...What do you like to eat, Yami? What do you miss?/
Edmondia: He blinked. //I... I haven't thought about it, really.//
EnsTren: /I'll get you nice things,/ he nuzzled him again, brain in overdrive, planning things too quick for Seth to catch.
EnsTren: Then lightly he touched his Yami's mind again, curious to see what else he would have done, or dressed as if he had been in the past, even how he would have moved. He wanted to make his Yami happy, they were happy now and hadn't upset each other, so he wanted to keep it that way.
EnsTren: He was inclinded to indulge his yami, to savor everything, because he was afraid that it was all going to become horrible again.
Edmondia: And it was fun getting his yami flustered.
EnsTren: Very fun. His yami always flustered him so revenge was sweet.
Edmondia: And his yami could turn such amusing shades of red.
EnsTren: He supposed he was more amusing to watch, as he had a greater range because of his pale skin.
EnsTren: Hmn, Egyptian Alabaster, some silver and Lapis Lazuli, maybe some Sapphires? He was thankful for his magic because it meant he could make his own things and jewelry without risking being found out. Though making metals was usually very difficult, espically precious metals.
Edmondia: Seth nuzzled him. //...hikari?//
EnsTren: /Yes?/
Edmondia: //What are you plotting?//
EnsTren: Flavored breads, nuts and honey. Pomegranates and melons, some dates. Cherries and peaches. Good beef too. Or maybe he could import something from Africa. /Something for you./
Edmondia: //?//
EnsTren: /Bread, seasame seeds, fruit, berries, honey? Which do you like, yami?/
EnsTren: /Beer, they started to make that again I think, maybe I can get some?/
EnsTren: His hikari was rambling, maybe. Sometimes when he was planning deeply Seth heard him, but it rarely made any sence.
Edmondia: So he nuzzled him again, cuddled close because his hikari was warm and happy and plotting, so it was okay to let him ramble.
EnsTren: /How did you like your bread, Yami?/
Edmondia: He smiled, just a little. //I was a spoiled brat.//
EnsTren: /That's not answering my question./
Edmondia: //With honey, and fruit, baked into little cakes that I could stuff in my robes and take to my lessons.//
EnsTren: He giggled again. His mind wandered again. /What was Atemu's favorite thing to eat?/
Edmondia: His eyes sparkled with some happy memory. //He liked them too - when I got caught sneaking them in, he brought his own and we shared them under the table, right under Simon's nose! And he never caught us!//
EnsTren: /Any specific fruits?/
EnsTren: /I like seeing you happy so I want to make sure I get this right./
Edmondia: He shook his head, still caught up in the past, sweet cakes stuffed in his cheeks as he tried desperately to stifle his giggles while Atemu frantically swiped crumbs off of the scrolls in front of them.
EnsTren: He looked up on him, tasted his mind and frowned slightly, sadness overcoming him for an instant... He wished his yami could be that with him. He wished he could have been like that.
EnsTren: He shook it off, no, he wouldn't let himself get upset and ruin this, he wouldn't.
Edmondia: And his yami snuggled closer to him, eyes happy and bright.
EnsTren: And he was sad, but held and snuggled him anyways.
Edmondia: Thick lashes brushed against his neck, a ghost of a question skirting through his mind. //Did I make you sad again...?//
EnsTren: Ghosted memories, half hidden in shadows, sharing his food with Mokuba in the orphanage, but not like the cousins did, no he gave most of his to his little brother so he wouldn't be hungry. /I'm fine Yami./
Edmondia: //...really?//
EnsTren: /Yes, you're happy, aren't you?/
Edmondia: A soft kiss against his cheek. //Mmhmm.//
EnsTren: Seto just smiled up at him and ignored, pushed away, his melancholy.
Edmondia: This time, the kiss found his lips.
EnsTren: He didn't pull away, though his senses screamed at him to. He instead opened his lips and let what part of him was convinced was a rotting worm into his mouth and kissed back.
EnsTren: /Love you.../
Edmondia: His yami pushed at him, catching his senses again, and the mouth against his was hot and slick and sweet, but the sour aftertaste lingered.
Edmondia: //Love you...// The whisper was soft and reverent, and he shivered to hear it.
EnsTren: He couldn't believe his senses when it came to his yami. It was doubled in a way, reality saying he was lightly touching, feeling like claws and cold.
Edmondia: He wished he could kiss him without feeling this way.
EnsTren: Sometimes he forgot. He still tasted like that, felt like that, but it wasn't because it was getting better, it was because sometimes he was getting used to it. Thinking kisses were supposed to be putrid and disgusting and make him want to throw up and brush his teeth from the taste.
Edmondia: But if that were the case, why would his yami want to kiss him so much?
EnsTren: He was starting to think that fermented soy beans were starting to smell tempting because of this conditioning. They tasted better than his yami, but didn't make his stomach roll.

EnsTren: (poor seto...)
EnsTren: (he's not going to stop lying anytime soon)
EnsTren: (hmn... *toys with thought of seto having an obento with fermented beans and white rice and some other stuff someday at school*)
EnsTren: (Jou can gag)
EnsTren: (but the stuff is probably strong enough to get his yami's taste out of his mouth when he can't brush his teeth)
Edmondia: (...amusing thought. transparent-yami bickering during school hours.)
EnsTren: (and Seto eating Atemu's favorite cakes infront of him)
EnsTren: (and maybe some pomagranate)
Edmondia: (and everyone wondering what the hell is up with Kaiba's new eating habits)
EnsTren: (Yugi knowing enough to be disturbed by the fermented beans)
EnsTren: (and after a few comments from his yami knowing Seto's twitting Atemu with the more appetizing bits)
Edmondia: (/Mou hitori no boku... Seto's being really petty. -_-;; /)
EnsTren: (Ryou Bakura came over in his kind way and asked Seto if he was all right. Seto blinked and seemed to consider something and then, "here," and he handed the tombrobber's host one of the little bread cakes, careful not to touch him.)
EnsTren: (Seto ate a pomagranate seed, it was sweet and bitter all at the same time. It fit him, he thought. Bright red like blood and sweet and bitter. Him and his Yami.)
EnsTren: ((tombrobber gets cakes and poor pharaoh doesn't.))
EnsTren: ("It's just bread, Bakura, bread and honey and some fruit.")
Edmondia: ((why do I see Seth spazzing about that?))
EnsTren: ((cause he would))
EnsTren: ((and I don't think he's being petty petty. I mean, he could hurt Yugi and thus Yami in lot worse ways))
EnsTren: ((like those files he has))
Edmondia: ((childish-petty, though))
EnsTren: ((Or buying the Turtle shop, because likely jichan isn't the owner, he's more likely the tenant, and kick them out on their asses. and right now he despises them.))
EnsTren: ((True, but it's harmless))
Edmondia: ((true, but Seth might cut him off for a bit))
EnsTren: ((and Seto will either deal with it, be less stable when he comes back, have to go though winning him again, or have a nervous breakdown))
EnsTren: ((or he might remain the same))
EnsTren: ((unlikely though, he'd be... signifigantly colder when Seth stopped cutting him off if he remained on the same mental level))
EnsTren: ((hell, Seto could just threaten them, but he's not))
Edmondia: ((*pets him* Ah, Seto, our poor little sulky omote-thing.))
EnsTren: ((*pets hope*))
EnsTren: (Seto then opened up a square styrofoam holder and put the yellow stuff and the soy sauce from two little packets on what was inside. He started stirring it methodically with his chopsticks as everyone right around him backed away from the fermented bean smell. It was starting to get mucusy.)
EnsTren: (And he started to eat it, which was beyond disgusting, as even the old people who ate fermented soybeans usually did so with rice. Seto Kaiba was eating them straight. They reminded him of his Yami's kisses--but better, because his stomach didn't roll as much.)
Edmondia: (Elsewhere in the classroom, visible to only a few, Seth was cowering behind his sweatdropping cousin, trying his best not to retch.)
EnsTren: (And Seto calmly ate his fermented soybeans. In fact, he wished he brought another container as the serving sizes were small.)
Edmondia: (Unfortunately, to do this, he had to put up with his yami's constant ranting of "Sooooooooo gonna barf. Soooooooo gonna barf. Soooooooooooo gonna - OOF!")
EnsTren: (Which he ignored. After all, it wasn't that bad.)
Edmondia: (Atemu delicately removed his elbow from the vicinity of Seth's ribcage.)
EnsTren: (And Seto continued eating. Unfortunately spirit formed Yamis couldn't shut up Jounouchi who was doing the same thing Seth had been doing.)
Edmondia: (However, Yugi's elbow was just as effective as that of his Yami. Only problem was, while Seth would keep quiet simply because Atemu told him to, Jounouchi wouldn't.)
EnsTren: (And Seto continued to eat, he really liked these, they were like his Yami's kisses. But he wouldn't tell him that.)
Edmondia: (There was a spiritual name-calling war that was making all of the item-bearers hide grins or blush in embarrassment, but he ignored that too.)
EnsTren: (He looked down at his obento and considered packing up and leaving the taste in his mouth but opted against it. If his Yami kissed him while he had the aftertaste in his mouth it might ruin it for him. So he nibbled on one of the little cakes he brought to twit the Yugis with.)
EnsTren: (He was playing a game again, but he couldn't stop. He hated them, and if he wished he could ruin them, but he didn't, he was giving them a reasonably level playing feild instead.)
Edmondia: (Of course, his yami wasn't helping him, instead, he was over in the corner, pulling on the tombrobber's hair. He really should start writing down what they were yelling at each other - if he wanted to learn how to speak ancient Egyptian, instead of just understand it, he needed to learn how to spell.)
EnsTren: (So he absently took notes in his notebook on what was being said and made a mental note to look up the rosetta stone. He continued to nibble at his bread and wanted to eat dates... and more fermented beans.)
Edmondia: ("No more icky bean things!" his yami yelled, before being punched in the stomach by an irate (and messy-haired) thief.)
EnsTren: (/I like them!/)
Edmondia: (//I have but one thing to say to you, dear love: bean breath.//)
EnsTren: (He was puzzled, oh yes, his yami didn't know what he tasted like, that explained it. /I'm eating something else now so you won't have to taste it./)
Edmondia: (//And brush your tee-OW! RA-DAMN THIS FUCKING-!!//)
EnsTren: (A vindictive part of him didn't want to, wanted to subject his yami to something like what he put up with every day so they could be happy.)
Edmondia: (//...or I'll never kiss you again!//)
EnsTren: (He felt ashamed, he wished that sometimes. /...Okay./ I love you.)
Edmondia: (Seth sent him a highly indignant pout. //You weren't supposed to AGREE, hikari!//)
EnsTren: (/...I want to make you happy though./ He was confused again.)
EnsTren: (He sighed lightly, he was just experiencing a low level of depression which rendered him unable to respond properly to teasing.)
Edmondia: (Seth removed his hands from their chokehold around Bakura's spectral neck and padded over to his hikari, propping his arms on his desk and leaning into his line of vision.)
EnsTren: (He ate his pomagranate, one seed at a time. He looked up, /Yami?/ His brow was furrowed in consternation, why was his yami here and not trying to beat up on Bakura?)
Edmondia: (Seth leaned forward and kissed him.)
EnsTren: (And Seto stopped and let him, swallowing his pomagranate seed and kissed him back lightly so no one would wonder why Seto Kaiba was sticking his tongue out into the air when they looked at him.)
Edmondia: (And he was pretty sure that the tomb robber had been halfway through a lewd remark when Atemu shoved his head through the nearest window.)
EnsTren: (The beans tasted marginally better and didn't make his stomach heave, but he loved his yami and there was something... pleasant, that put him in the mood despite the bile.)
Edmondia: (Seth pulled back a fraction of an inch, rubbing their noses together affectionately. //Love you, pretty light.//)
EnsTren: (Actually, the beans tasted a lot better, and didn't make his nose hairs curl up like what was happening now. /Love you./)
Edmondia: (He kissed him again, short and light, staring at him beguilingly. //Smile for me?//)
EnsTren: (/...Not in public, if I smile or laugh in public people will think I'm insane or fear for their lives and/or jobs,/ a side of his mouth lifted slightly.)
Edmondia: (He smirked back. //Pretty sneaky light.//)
EnsTren: (/I'm still going to eat my beans./)
Edmondia: (//I don't care.//)
EnsTren: (He blinked at him, /...Thank you./)
Edmondia: (Seth smiled. //Pretty light,// he purred again, //Mine.//)
EnsTren: (Of course, don't I let you kiss me? /Go, go play with the tomb robber./)
Edmondia: (//But I want to play with you,// he whined, sticking out his lower lip in a decided pout.)
EnsTren: (/Later, your present isn't ready yet./)
Edmondia: (//Promise?// he asked childishly, still keeping up the absurd pout.)