Hai, hai Jenna-sama. I must bow and comply.

Lacuna 15- Finis

Mokuba sat on the plush office carpet, back leaning against the hard wooden desk reading a book while his brother yelled at someone on the phone. This wasn't anything new, he yelled at people all the time... especially Malik (who recently got a bigger office). Mokuba had learned a while ago that Yugi and Yami were back in town, after having visited Egypt.

The whole trip to Egypt had resulted in one of those yelling sprees that Seto was prone to. Apparently, it wasn't only Yugi and Yami that visited the ancient country, but also Bakura, Ryou, Malik and Ishtar. This in itself wasn't so bad, it was the fact that it was being paid for by Kaiba Corp. that provoked all that yelling. It would seem that Bakura, Malik and Ishtar had taken the opportunity to squeeze his brother's pockets for all they were worth. Seto seemed to think that they were trying to ruin him. Mokuba thought they were just doing it to piss him off.

Did the authoress ever mention that Mokuba's a very perceptive kid?

Which leads us to the current conversation...

"Don't you DARE show your face here on Monday Malik!" Kaiba yelled into the phone.

Laughter could be heard on the other end.


More laughter. Mokuba noticed that Seto was turning an unhealthy shade of red.

"You're worth nothing to me! And the world would be a better place without you and your pathetic excuse for a brain! ... I DON'T OWE YOU ANYTHING! If anything, you owe me millions for that little trip of yours!...... NO, I did not appreciate the donation you made in my name to the Anti-Graverobbing Association! I know that Ishtar and Bakura made that association up and that you're keeping my money you greedy son of a bitch!"

Mokuba sighed, and turned his attention back to his book. He didn't understand why his brother hated Malik so much. Malik still came around from time to time to perform tests on him, and he was always very nice.

Seto slammed his fist against the desk. "Letting Ishtar and Bakura take care of Mokuba so that you can take the time to break into my private safe—no, that code breaking tool is NOT neat—was completely unacceptable! If I ever see you again, I'll kill you personally! Those ruffians will NOT influence my little brother!"

With this, Seto slammed the phone onto its receiver. The whole desk shook, and Mokuba got up, stretching the stiff muscles in his back. Seto sat back down in his leather chair, elbows leaning on the smooth wood as he rubbed his temples.

Mokuba leaned on the desk, grinning at his brother. "You realise that he'll be here on Monday just to upset you Seto."

"I wish I had put him at the beginning of Yami's list rather then at the end." Seto snarled.

Mokuba shook his head, still grinning. "Killing him wouldn't do you any good. I'm sure he's made sure that, in the event of an untimely death, Kaiba Corp would pay for an elaborate funeral."

Seto gave a distressed little whine. "You're right. I haven't looked over his life-insurance policy and that sounds exactly like something he would do."

Mokuba smirked. "You really aught to be careful about the greedy insane scientists that you hire."

Seto rolled his eyes. "I've hired plenty of insane scientists, and none of them are quite as greedy as that sob. We're going out to dinner, and we're leaving now before I destroy any of my own property." Seto took and deep breath as he crossed his lavish office to grab his coat.

Mokuba gently put the book he was reading on his brother's desk. Seto let him stay with him while he worked, so he'd get to finish it tomorrow. Mokuba smiled to himself. To any other kid, spending the day reading while his brother worked might be boring, but to Mokuba, it was the best form of entertainment. Especially when Malik made an appearance.

"Where going to a restaurant—nothing Mediterranean—and then we're going to that toy store you like so much. After that, I'm hiring a hit man. Malik wont be coming in on Monday."

Wishful thinking. It happens to the best of us.

* * * * *

Yami softly stoked Yugi cheek. His angel was asleep, leaning against his shoulder. Yami ran his fingers through Yugi's soft hair, revelling at the sensation. His fingers ran through the silk gently, every nerve focused on the act.

To be able to feel, that was what Yami loved the most.

He knew that some of the older models were deprived of this need. It must have been awful for them. Sensatory deprivation was, Yami thought, one of the worst forms of torture.

But there are a lot of ways to hurt people. It's simple to hurt someone: an unkind word, a physical blow......... or just forgetting about them.

'I forgot Yugi. It may not have been intentional, but it happened all the same. I hurt my light.' Yami thought to himself, and not for the first time since he stepped out of HELL, his heart ached.

Yugi stirred softly, and soon Yugi's hazy eyes settled on Yami's sharp gaze.

Yugi smiled softly. "How long have you been watching me?"

Yami's gaze softened. Smiling, he closed his eyes and gently kissed the top of Yugi's head.

"Not long." Was the answer that Yami breathed out.

Yugi melted with that affectionate gesture. He curled up closer to Yami, eager to be closer to the warm body. Yami's reserved personality made moments like this rare and precious.

A familiar head of white hair glared at them from the stairs.

"Once you two are done staring into each others eyes like you always do you romantic saps, you'll be so kind as to help me with Ryou's math homework. Now get off your arses. You had an excuse while Yugi was sleeping, now you must all suffer." Bakura sneered.

Yami rolled his eyes and mentally cursed. Another perfect moment ruined. Why did those damn tomb raiders always have to be around? Couldn't they just die the first time?

Yugi rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and went up to join Ryou and Bakura who were reviewing schoolwork they had missed while in Egypt. Yugi gave Yami a tender glance before disappearing up the stairs.

Yami ran his fingers through his hair and sighed deeply. As much as he hated Bakura and Ishtar, the tomb raiders weren't really all that bad. Actually, they were downright useful when it came to making Seto Kaiba's life a living hell.

"Speaking of which, I need to visit the bloody bastard." Yami muttered to himself. "I made my decision... I wont be regaining my former memories, so I may as well give him back the millennium puzzle, it's of no use to me. I'll be creating my own memories. My body may be manufactured, but my mind wont be. It's my own... like my light."

With a barely hidden smile, Yami joined the others.

* * * * *

Somewhere not so far away...

Malik was smiling almost a little too happily.

"I've done it. Of course I have, I'm brilliant. Kaiba can't even dream of firing me. Useless indeed. Replaceable! HA! I've once again proved him wrong. I'm moving up in the world... I'm getting a bigger office!"

This speech was followed by maniacal laughter.

Ishtar poked his head into the room, eye twitching. "What is so damn amusing?"

Malik glanced up at him, eyes shining. "I've solved The Equation."

"The Equation." Ishtar repeated slowly.

"Yes, The Equation." Malik said happily.

Ishtar, hunched over a cup of coffee stalked over to Malik's side and glanced down at the indecipherable scribble written on the page.

"Well? What's so great about 'The Equation'?" Ishtar asked.

Malik rolled his eyes. "You're not supposed to be a simpleton Ishtar, but since you are not yet up to par with my superior intelligence, I shall explain it to you. THIS, is the key to creating a breed of 'super humans'!"

Ishtar stared.

And then proceeded to dumping his cup of coffee onto Malik's papers.

"NOOOO! My work! My office!" Malik screamed.

He was promptly shut up by Ishtar kissing him deeply. Any more word of protest died in his throat. The blond Egyptian then pulled back.

"I love you Malik, but by Ra find another hobby then playing the Maker, or else I will kill you."

Ishtar then stalked off, leaving a flabbergasted Malik behind.

"Yeah, like your hobby of pissing off Kaiba is respectable... not that I'm complaining..." Malik muttered. He then glanced at the saturated papers.

Coffee trickled down the desk.

"Now I wonder why he wouldn't want me to play with people's lives for my own considerable amusement?"

Malik pondered this for a moment.

After a few moments, his face lit up. "I understand. He must be jealous. He must be worried that I would love my new creation more then him! That would never happen my lovely Ishtar... though I may pay more attention to it... and coddle it more..."

Malik trailed off, pausing his self reflection.

"How could I have been so stupid!" He cried out, "I'll do whatever you say my love! I promise not to meddle in people's lives (Kaiba's excluded, of course) and never attempt to create someone superior to you!"

"Shut up, that's not possible!" Ishtar shouted from the other room.

Malik smiled and sauntered off.

The End

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Well, that's it. After over a year, I've finished it. Thank you to those who wrote such lovely reviews, and also to those who tolerated my irregular writing habits. ^_^;

I haven't learned Latin, though I will be next year, in University ... those readers that have had the chance to study the language, what area are you guys from? I thought it was taken out of the curriculum in most schools? ^.^