When Push Comes to Shove

Characters: IC!Siegfried, OOC!Seto

Setting: Sieg's place

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Angst! Fights! Pointless arguments! Almost sex! FUN~

...Yes, again, he hated himself. So much so did Seto hate himself right now that he was almost surprised that it did not fill the air and kill off flowers and trees and animals as he passed by, once MORE knocking on Siegfried's door. He was hating himself for a multitude of reasons. Being a crappy brother, crawling back here again, along with the things he always hated himself for. But, well, if he was to make sure Mokuba's trip back home and his days staying home were going to be peaceful and not full of murder and pain, he'd probably have to talk to at least Siegfried to tell him to back off. Still, he felt this a very bad idea...

Siegfried twitched. A guest. He'd already had a guest in the last few days - one he hadn't particularly wanted at first, but no matter - and he wasn't sure if this was going to be any more pleasant for him. He stood up, and walked to the door, and opened it, examining this guest with rather tired eyes. Oh. How wonderful.
"Kaiba Seto," he said, "Why on earth are you here?"

His eyes narrowed immediately. He wasn't in a good mood, and he hated himself, and he hated Siegfried, too. "To tell you to lay off my brother and stop your little crusade."

"I'm sorry," Sieg said nastily. "That's not going to happen. Would you like me to tell you why, or would you prefer to just leave now because I'm not going to have mercy?"

"Since I'm here, why don't you just go ahead and tell me."

"Very well. He has attacked me, he has attacked my other self...he has molested my brother. And now he claims he did not know what he was doing, even though it is most likely a lie. If it were anyone but your brother, you would approve of pursuing him and taking justice; since you are a weak-minded fool, however, you try and defend a criminal from the law. That is not just."

"If he was truly a criminal, they'd keep him locked up in that jail cell for life," pointed out Seto. "There's a mound of evidence that says he was set up with drugs and all kinds of shit in his system."

"Of course. Do you think that he didn't plant it? You think he wouldn't bother trying to defend himself? You're even duller than I thought."

"No, you're just more vengeful than I thought."

"I merely don't have mercy on people who I swore vengeance on. I am not weak-minded."

Seto sighed in frustration. "Whatever. I'm still not going to let you harm him in any way, shape, or form."

"Too bad. If it turned out it were my brother, or me, you would have had no mercy. Your defense of your disgusting brother sickens me."

"What if it had been Leon?"

"Then I would have had no mercy. It would have hurt me, but the ones who nearly died would still be suffering, and the needs of the many, after all..." He trailed off.

"I don't believe that," he scoffed.

"Believe it," he said darkly. "Justice must be served."

"You wouldn't kill your own brother. Heh, you might use him, but you'd never kill him."

"If he was insane, and he was not in any way my brother any more, then I would kill him. The difference is my brother WOULDN'T. He was raised properly."

Seto twitched. "Back to that again, are we?"

"Yes, we are," Sieg said. "Because you raised him wrong, my brother is confused and in pain. My other self was in pain. So many were, and are. It's your fault."

As if he hadn't had enough of the whole 'well, let's go blame myself, then, since I always do anyway' thing already... "...Feh. Let's see how Leon would've acted if he'd been drugged the same way, hm?"

"Yes, let's. Of course, he wouldn't be drugged in the FIRST place, because I would not allow him to eat things that had been sent mysteriously."

Another twitch. And yet...Seto didn't have an argument. Just more hopefully scathing remarks. "And since when have you ever cared about the well-being of your brother, hm?"

"Don't ask questions that, if asked to you, you wouldn't be able to answer," Sieg responded lazily. "You obviously don't care about YOUR brother, seeing how corrupt you've allowed him to become."

"I didn't allow him to, that's just the way he turned out. You should be glad he didn't come out worse, I think."

"You could've done something, and yet you didn't. You just allowed him to do whatever he wanted, and then he chose to hurt people - and shoot you, even. I'm surprised you don't realise how much of your fault it was. Be glad no-one wants to go after you."

"Plenty of people want to go after me. But then, that's got nothing to do with this current situation." He growled. "Don't think I don't realize this is my fault, anyway! I know it all too well, you see, but I still would rather not have anyone hurt Mokuba. Fine, then, if I'm the cause of the problem, the do it to me instead."

Sieg paused. "You're issuing an open invitation? You do realise how pointless that is, don't you? You didn't almost kill anyone; they don't care about you."

"You obviously do, or else you wouldn't have brought up the topic of my hand in this. And now you're contradicting yourself. You say I'm the one at fault, yet you say I didn't hurt anyone. Inadvertantly, I obviously did."

"Inadvertantly, yes. However, unless you had done it with your own two hands, most will not care." He rolled his eyes.

"And you?"

"I'm just concentrating on ending your brother's reign of terror."

It was Seto's turn to roll his eyes. "He's not dangerous anymore."

"Until he takes the drugs again, you mean? Or how do we know it wasn't all a setup, I ask? He's a hedonist and a sadist; no doubt he'll try them again, and hurt even more people."

"He's a hedonist, sure, but he's no sadist. Besides, he'd hate having the blood on him."

"That did a great job of keeping him from doing anything in the first place, didn't it?"

"See, the thing is, you're not listening to logic. He had no idea about Shadow and vice versa."

"That's only what he says, stupid. You believe him? Ha."

"That's only what a trained psychologist says, moron."

"You're too stupid for words."

"Oh, wow, gee, let me tell you just how much that hurt my fragile pride." He had to keep himself from laughing at the sheer idiocy of that statement.

"Get away from my house." He sneered. "Pathetic meat-for-brains, if it had been me under the same circumstances, you would have had no qualms about hurting me. Just because you're biased doesn't mean your thought's right."

"Maybe I'll leave if you decide not to hunt down Mokuba."

"I'm sorry; that's not going to happen."

"Then I doubt you're going to get me to leave anytime soon."

"Fine. Stick around. I'll just call security on you."

"I'll just go to the police and get a restraining order."

"I'm not the one who keeps going after you; I don't think you have much of a case."

"You're threatening to kill Mokuba, right? The law's not going to look kindly on that."

"Why don't you just get a restraining order on the rest of Domino, then?"

"Because the rest of Domino doesn't want to kill him, else there would be a mob already."

"There is a mob already."

"Not since I checked."

"Have you been paying any attention to, say, Diabound? Bakura?"

"Three people does not constitute a mob, Siegfried."

"I'm only starting a list."

"You won't be able to do anything unless you all want to be thrown into prison."

"At this point, you think they care?"

"No, but you will once you're sentenced to stay there for life."

"HA. I'll get away with it; you must be crazy to think otherwise."

Seto smirked and chuckled. "You honestly believe that?"

"Yes."

"Have you gone even more insane since last I visited, then?"

"No; I, unlike you, am quite sane."

"Not really, but then, that's my opinion."

"Only yours."

"You do realize that you'd have to get through quite a few people to reach Mokuba, right?"

"Yes, of course I do."

"Hn. You would probably die trying."

"Doubtful."

"Of course you would. Armed security and whatnot, and then there's me."

"You? You're weak. It'd be easy to take you out."

Another twitch. "Highly doubtful. I'm not weak!"

"Your brother easily took you down. Sounds weak to me."

"Well, gee, maybe that's because he SHOT ME IN THE SHOULDER, jackass."

"And your point...?"

"By then, it was not a battle of stength."

"You probably weren't even brave enough to insult him."

"Actually, yes, I was."

"I'll bet you screamed, too. Or whined. You were probably afraid."

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but I did none of the above."

"Oh, right. You were begging him to kill you and end your angst-filled life."

"Nope."

"Lying much, emo-boi?"

"Oh, funny, except I'm not lying. You've got such a skewed perspective on how you think I'd handle things."

"Skewed? You mean by the fact that you're always whining about wanting to die?"

"Doesn't mean I was depressed then. Besides, I'd rather take myself out than have someone else do the honors."

"Yeah, I'm sure. I doubt that that's true: you aren't even strong enough inside to kill yourself."

"..." Well, that was just crossing the line right there. He balled his fists. "And what of you, then?" he asked harshly.

"What do you mean, what of me?"

"Well, you've at the very least wanted to before, have you not?"

"Not particularly, no."

"Lies, how amusing."

"I love myself too much to kill myself, or even seriously think about it."

"Heh, I'm sure."

"Why doubt?"

"Because I can and because I honestly think you're lying. But, again, that's MY opinion. Now, see, it's your opinion that because I haven't been successful in killing myself, it means I'm weak, and it would be the opinion of others that by not doing so I am strong."

"You mean that you whine about how you want to die, yet never do anything? It's a waste of oxygen, having you alive."

"Would you rather have me dead, then?"

"What do you mean, would I rather have you dead?"

"I think the question was fairly clear."

"No, despite your pathetic opinions regarding my psychological state and my nonexistent desire to kill you."

"Hn."

"Hn what?"

"Just hn, that's all."

"I see."

"Yes."

"If there's nothing off, then go away?"

"But then, I still haven't done what I came to do."

"What's that, again?"

"Make you stay away from Mokuba."

"That's impossible."

"Then I'll be sticking around until I go pick him up."

"Do you want to wait around inside?"

"Sure, why not." He shrugged and came inside. "It is rather chilly out there anyway."

"That wasn't an invitation," Sieg said sullenly.

"I made it that way."

"Get out of my house."

"I'm quite comfortable here, you know."

"What's your point?"

"That I'm not going to leave until you decide not to kill Mokuba or he gets let out, whichever comes first."

"Shall I have you forcibly evicted, then?"

"Perhaps. What, are you going to do so with your strength that you think is greater than mine?"

"I might, or I might just call the guards. Would you prefer me to do it myself?"

"If you actually think you CAN."

"I'm pretty sure I could, if I wanted to."

"Do you want to, then?"

"Not particularly, but I might anyways."

"That'd be amusing, to see you try."

"Really, now..."

"Considering I don't think you could."

"I could, trust me."

"Really, now?"

"Really, now."

Seto crossed his arms, already looking amused at the thought, but said nothing more.

Sieg sneered at him, but there was nothing to respond to.

Seto cocked his head, as if daring him to do something.

Sieg grinned at him, expression quite unsettling.

A raised eyebrow. This was going to be fun.

Sieg slowly approached him.

"Yes...?"

"Get out of my house~"

"No."

"Yes."

"Not until you say you'll stay away."

"I can't stay away, I'm afraid."

"Then no dice, I'm staying."

"No, you aren't."

"I'm still here."

"Only for a few moments."

"And how do you plan on getting me out?"

"Pushing you out, perhaps."

"Not gonna work."

"I think it will."

"Wow, you of all people giving me a little shove. Nah, I'm more resilliant than that, I hope you realize."

"Doubtful, I think."

"In your opinion."

"In my opinion, yes."

"Going to try it or just talk about it?"

"I'll try it, I think."

"Then go ahead."

Sieg reached out and gently, experimentally, pushed him in the direction of the door.

Seto rolled his eyes and didn't even budge.

Siegfried grinned, then pushed him more roughly.

A step back, but Seto replaced it where it was before. "You know, I was thinking about shutting the door, but at this rate, you won't get me out anyway."

Siegfried pushed him much more roughly than one could expect him to. "We'll see about that," he growled.

Seto was thrown slightly off balance and went back a few steps. "...Oh, all right, fine, then, but don't expect me not to push right back..."

"Push back? I'd like to see you try."

Seto marched back forward and shoved Siegfried backwards by the shoulders. "Yes, push back, like that."

Siegfried took a step back, looking slightly surprised. "Oh, really?" he asked, walking back towards him and pushing him again.

Seto continued the shoving match by doing the same. "Really."

"O rly?Oh, really?" Siegfried said, shoving him.

"Yeah, really." Seto shoved him right back, then advanced and did so again. "Really, just to answer your question a third time."

"Honestly," he said, responding with another shove.

And another shove from Seto. "At least you've stopped being repetative."

"Sad, isn't it?" Push.

"It's better than saying 'oh, really' again." Shove.

"Says who?" Push.

"Says me, obviously." Shove.

"And what does your opinion matter?" Push.

"It matters to me." Shove.

"Not to me, though." Push.

"Too bad for you." Shove.

"I agree with the majority on this." Push.

"I'm sure." Seto grabbed his sleeve and shoved even harder.

"You should be." He stepped forwards and pushed harder.

"...You know, this is getting the both of us nowhere." He surprisingly didn't shove back this time.

"Oh? And what do you suggest, then?"

"I'm not sure, but I'm not getting out the door, and neither of us are really getting tired. Unless we were to, say, wrestle each other to the ground, but that's so barbaric."

"Oh? Well, at this point, I'm ready to do anything to get you tired so I could push you out my door."

"Is that an invitation?"

"Take it however you like."

"Right, then." Seto decided to take the moment to kick the door shut--well, he was confident that he wouldn't let Sieg shove him out like that, but still... "Or maybe I'll deck you across the face again, that was fun last time."

"Deck me across the face? I'm sorry, I wouldn't remember that," Sieg sneered.

"Aw, but it was hilarious."

"I wouldn't know."

"Ah well." He approached, then stopped. "So, go ahead and try to get me out again, why don't you."

"Try and stay in my house, more like."

"That's what I'm going to try and do. And succeed at, I would think."

"Oh? Then why don't you start trying?"

"There's no point in doing so when you're not trying to get me out."

"I AM trying to get you out."

"Doesn't seem like it now."

"Why shouldn't I want you out of my house?"

"I'm not sure."

"Well, if you don't know why I shouldn't want you out of my house, then why suggest it in the first place?"

"Oh, shut up, and let's fight or whatever we've decided to do."

"You start. You're the guest."

"Fine." Seto stalked up to Siegfried and grabbed him roughly by the arms. "It'll be my pleasure." He threw him--well, half threw half shoved, as it's quite hard to throw someone your size halfway across the room, but you get the general idea--aside. Not particularly AT anything, but he was hoping to get him, say, into a wall or onto the floor.

Ouch. Wall. Pain. Sieg winced, but stood up again.

"Aren't you going to fight back and get me out of your house?" scoffed Seto, advancing.

"Sure," Sieg purred. "Sure, I am. I'm just not going to bother running at you stupidly; is that the only fighting you know?"

Seto, frustrated, shoved him into the wall again. "Let's see you fight, then! Go on and DO something about it!"

"I will," Sieg said tiredly. "I am. Don't worry."

Seto threw up his arms but didn't touch him again. "Then do so. Do so right now. I won't fight a limp little puppet."

"Why? Do you have too much honour?" he taunted.

"I'd rather have a fight. Were you this way with Shadow?"

"Does it matter, I must ask?" He grinned. "You're sounding just like him, you know. Asking for me to fight back."

"You're not defenseless. Show me that. Or maybe I'll just lay around here for a while knowing you won't get me out of here like you said you would."

"Lay around for a while and I'll get you with a tranquiliser. Show me what YOU can do. Thus far, it seems like not much."

Seto sneered. "Oh no, you show me. You haven't even done anything."

Sieg smirked. "I can show you later."

"Show me now."

"I feel no need to."

"I feel no need to wait until later."

"Too bad."

"Too bad for you, then."

"Why? You can't force me to show you~"

"And you can't force me to show you, either."

"I know."

"Then it looks like a stalemate, hm?"

"I suppose."

"Why do you want me to hit you, hm?" He would've turned his back, but he was smarter than to do something like that to a Schraider.

"I don't know. Why do you want me to hit you?"

"Because you want me to hit you."

"So what does it matter my reason, then?"

"Well, then. Then this is just pointless, isn't it?"

"Yes. Yes, it is."

This was just annoying. Seto huffed and stalked over to the couch and sat irritably, crossing his arms and legs and looking none too pleased.

Sieg smirked, and followed him. "Giving up?"

"I thought we were at a stalemate? It's not giving up if it is."

"Not necessarily. You're taking a draw when you could take a loss."

"So do you think I'm actually being logical for once? A draw is far better to end on than a loss."

"Yes, you're being somewhat logical. It almost scares me."

"Good."

"Almost."

He glared at him. "So, what now? Going to just stand over me for a while?"

"I think so, yes." It gave him a nice, superior feeling, after all.

"How thrilling for you..." he muttered.

"Very, indeed."

"You just can't get enough of my good looks is all."

"Good looks? Where? If I wanted to see good looks, I'd find a mirror."

Seto glared up at him again. "So no showing me whatever you were going to do?"

"Probably not. I'd rather leave you in the dark."

"Fun." He went into a moody silence for a while.

Sieg just smirked, and stood there, and said nothing.

"...So you're really just gonna stare at me like that for a while?"

"Yes, I suppose so. Nothing better to do until security shows up."

"I thought you were going to get me out yourself."

"I will. I'll just be using other people to dislodge you, and I'll kick you over the doorstep."

"...That's such a cowardly thing. How disappointing."

"Cowardice is the tool of the clever; bravery is the method of excuse of the stupid."

"Ha! No, no, see, you've got that all mixed around. Since when does being a chicken and showing how weak you really are have anything to do with being clever?"

"Because it's not wasting energy I could utilise in other ways."

"...I'm still waiting for the explaination on how being weak is clever."

"It's not. However, being weak -- or even not wanting to bother being strong -- and being clever going hand in hand are a winning combination."

"No, it's a moronic idea is what it is, because it would never work. Because you'll end up being ridiculed horrendously."

"Because throwing you out of my house without lifting a finger assures anything other than my satisfaction?"

"Being lazy is satisfactory to you? Depressing, I must say."

"You have no grey matter in that tiny head of yours, do you? If you did, you'd understand my point."

He leaned back to stare up at Siegfried better. "You really are an idiot, aren't you?"

"No. You just don't understand the value of convenience."

"Not really, I suppose. You know, I thought this would be interesting, but I guess if you're not going to fight your own battles..."

"Why fight my own battles when I can win them without even bothering?" Siegfried countered.

"What kind of logic is that? You like being a coward?"

"I don't like it; however, I find it quite more convenient. That is the word of the day, Kaiba Seto."

He muttered. "Fucking twat..."

"And you're a self-obsessed whinging wanker," Sieg responded calmly.

"And you're a lazy, cowardly cunt."

Siegfried looked down at himself. "No," he said, "I don't think so. I lack one, for starters. However, you manage to be a prick to the first degree."

"You manage to be the biggest jackass I've ever known." Seto uncrossed his legs and arms. "But then, we could throw insults at each other all day."

"And you would fail at that, Pricky McSkank, for you are far less skilled in the field of insults - who could expect a mush-for-brains whiner to be good at anything requiring intelligence and creativity? - than I."

"Oh, you think that, do you? I fail to be insulted by your horrid word choice."

"Horrid? I fail to see how it is horrid, dog-breath angstbunny."

Seto smirked and then snorted. "Okay...okay, here, let me help you. Listen to what you just said. That? Only makes you sound like a worse idiot than Pegasus."

"It's impossible to be stupider than Pegasus; even you fail at it."

"I suppose that's the only thing you succeed at, then."

Sieg winced. "Defying the impossible I fear I am not as well-acquainted with as the person who only managed to defeat his rival by sucking off the judge. You'd have to tell me about it."

Seto twitched. A lot. Instead of making up some lame comeback on the fly, he decided to remain silent.

A slow, devious smirk manifested itself on Siegfried's face. He'd found a good spot to attack, a hole in the armour. "Tell me, how often did you have to do it, before Pegasus decided to choose your technology over mine? Twenty? Forty? Did you have to accomodate him in other ways, too?"

A growl escaped him. "You shut the fuck up. For your information, Skippy, he merely made the right choice in thinking my technology superior."

"I'm sorry, have you seen mine? I didn't think so," Siegfried purred. "Mine actually is far superior to yours -- I've never had any lawsuits over it. So tell me, just how hard was it to deal with his disgusting kinks and fetishes? I'm surprised you found it worthwhile. I would've accepted my defeat and moved on...except for the fact that it was me, the rightful person to have the honour."

"Oh, yes, I'm so insulted by your lies and sarcasm, ha ha. Now go jump off a cliff why don't you."

"I apologise; I'm too mentally healthy to do something like that. I'd think you'd want to, suicidal fool."

"Nah, never thought of jumping before."

"Oh, I'm sorry. You prefer cutting."

"Yep, pretty much."

"Ha. You're so pathetic. You can cut but you can't even jump."

"I didn't say I can't. I just said it never occurred to me."

"You have a very one-track mind, don't you? Explains why your technology's so horrible."

"Ha." Seto burst out laughing, almost falling off of the couch. Well, he fell over, anyway, onto his side. "Oh...oh, geez...oh, god, I didn't know you were so good with jokes...heehee...you ought to go into stand up. I'm sure you'll be far more successful there than you ever were with technology."

"It's snark, not insults. I can deadpan. However, my wit is no less than honesty, and who finds blunt honesty funny other than the stupid and the deranged?"

"Nobody, really. Which is why I'm saying you're hilarious. Because...there's no honesty at all. So obviously, it's funny." He snickered again.

"If you've never seen my technology, don't make pathetic snap judgements. I've used yours. It's awful."

Seto rolled over onto his back and raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I've seen yours, all right. You call that technology? I call it child's play."

"And yours is vastly overrated."

"But still far superior to yours."

"Not really."

"Yes, really. And you can't change my mind about it, and it seems that most people in the world think the same, so...unless you can do something about it..."

"I am doing something about it."

"What?"

"Wouldn't that be telling."

"You're bluffing."

"No."

"Yep."

"No."

He rested his hands behind his head and crossed his ankles on the arm of the sofa, staring at the ceiling. "Yep."

"No," Siegfried said softly.

"Yep," Seto said automatically.

"No."

"Yep."

"No."

"Yep."

"No."

"Yep, and I wish one of us had something better to say or do."

"No, and there's nothing better to say or do right now."

"Yep, and I'm sure we could find something to at least do..."

"No, and like what?"

"Yep, and I don't know, else I would've suggested it by now."

"No, and if you have no ideas then shut up."

"Yep, and have you ever heard 'Murder of Dorian Grey'?"

"No, and no, although Picture of Dorian Gray is a good book."

"Yep, and yeah, it is. You know, you could try to get me out of your house, just an idea, because it seems your little security force is late."

"No, and yes, and why bother?"

"Yep, and because it's been quite some time, so I'm doubting if they're even going to come." He poked Siegfried with his foot. "It's not like you're doing anything better anyway."

"No, and they will, so I'm being patient, and if you poke me again I will hurt you."

"Yep, and how so?" He was quite willing to do so again, just because it was funny.

"No, and I'll kick you."

"Yep, and just try it." Poke.

"No, and shut up." Kick.

"Yep, and wow, that really hurt, except not." Poke.

"No, and I'm not kicking to kill." Eyeroll.

"Yep, but I at least figured you'd put enough force behind it to get me to stop." Poke.

"No, and how much would that take?"

"Yep, and more than that." Poke. Poke. Poke. "Okay, getting bored of this argument."

"No, and I don't care, and just go home if you're bored."

"I'm just saying I'm bored of the argument. Not about staying here a while longer. Besides..." He checked his watch. "I've still got a while yet, and you haven't changed your mind." He stood up and stretched. "Sooo, you're not getting rid of me like that."

"Then how should I get rid of you?"

"I dunno."

"Then I don't care."

"You don't care if I leave or not?"

"No. It has no effect on anything."

"Hell, then you should've said so before so we didn't have to start shoving each other."

"That amused me."

"It was rather funny, I suppose."

"You suppose."

"I suppose."

"I don't care."

"Woo, thrilling."

"Indeed."

He leaned in a little. "You're sure you're too lazy and apathetic to care if I'm around?"

"Yes, quite sure," Siegfried said, raising an eyebrow.

"Feh. Maybe the whole going crazy thing made you more boring."

"Oh? And why do you say that?"

"Because you are more boring."

"And what would make me less boring?"

"Being a bit sharper in wit might be a start."

"Don't you like my razorblades?"

"You must be taking 'sharper' literally. Your wit is as sharp as a rusted hammer."

"Yours is duller than my other self's idea of humour."

"Which much be far sharper than your wit, then."

"Have you ever heard his jokes?"

"No, because he can't make them. Point being...? The fact still stands that you wit is not as sharp as mine."

"Your wit is pathetic, immature, blind, repetitive. Mine takes snark and turns it into an art form. Ergo, me > you."

"Snark? You? Hardly."

"You don't even know what snark means."

"Sure I do. Point being?"

"I AM snark."

"Nope, not at all." Seto laughed. Oh, if only something interesting would happen. He almost wished Siegfried would kiss him again. ...Just to push him back and laugh in his face, of course...of course.

"Totally, and completely, and one-hundred-percent," Sieg said, enunciating carefully, leaning in a little himself.

"I would have to argue against that, you know," commented Seto lowly and with a smirk.

"Oh, would you, now?"

"Of course, since I argue about nearly everything with you."

"And your point?"

"I suppose it's that you aren't snark; you're the opposite." Sneer. "Of course. Since it's obvious to everyone. Too bad you can't accept that."

"I think you're the snarkless one."

"Me? Oh, dear, I'm so hurt by your caustic barbs."

"You certainly seemed speechless enough when I revealed the truth behind why your technology was deemed superior to mine."

"Truth, you say. This MUST be opposite day in your head."

"It's a day of truth, rather."

"You honestly think I did such disgusting things to Pegasus? Feh. I bet, had you been in his position, that you certainly would've loved me to even consider such acts."

"Heavens, no. I keep myself to people who even deserve such things. And yes, I do. I am quite sure that you did."

"Evidence? Logic? I'd like something to uphold your ridiculous accusation. And, oh, so then you mean heavens yes, I think."

"You don't deserve it, and you don't want it, so no. And why ELSE would your technology be picked over mine?"

"I told you, mine's superior. And honestly, you came a little late to the party, so..." A shrug and a smirk. "Even if you had been there for the whole thing, mine would've been picked anyway."

"Of course," Siegfried said darkly. "It wouldn't matter when I got there; the judge had been taking bribes of all sorts from you. There was no justice there."

"You would've bribed him, obviously. I had no need to."

"You were sucking him off. I have too much class for that."

Seto twitched. "Will you shut up? I did not, for the last time, and if the very idea that I might do so ever came to mind, I most certainly would vomit and kill myself."

"I know you were. It's the only way you could have managed to beat me."

"Again, I ask for logic and proof in-general."

"The fact that I am better than you stands."

"That's a reason? A wrong one, anyway. Besides, I'm sure he'd die at the thought of me doing such a thing. I'm sure he'd much rather have had me as a fuckbuddy instead." He rolled his eyes.

"He had you both ways, obviously."

"Shut up, liar." Another twitch.

"I'm not a liar. I speak the truth, don't I, Kaiba Seto? Admit it."

Forget anything about kissing. He wasnted to smack Siegfried right across his smug little face. "No, Siegfried von Schraider, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

"I'm not a whore."

"You're a whore."

"I am not a whore."

"Yes, you are."

His hands balled again, nails scratching at his palms. "How dare you suggest that I am anything of the sort..."

"I dare. It's true. That's all that matters."

He grabbed the collar of Siegfried's shirt. "Take it back," he snarled. "Right now."

"No," Siegfried said calmly.

"Admit you're wrong, because you are."

"I won't."

Seto brought his face closer. "You should. Don't want to be slandered, labled as a liar, do you?"

"I don't care what you say about me. I'm not taking it back, and I'm not going to stop going after your brother."

Seto growled again and shoved him backwards. It looked like it was going to be a repeat of last time. "You ought to. You won't succeed in the latter, and the former isn't anywhere close to true."

"I'll succeed, and it is true," Siegfried argued.

"It's not. It's not true. It never was!"

"It's true and it always was."

"Shut up! Just because you're jealous that I'm the big shot and you're not doesn't mean you should go around saying such shit!"

"I can say whatever I want, especially if it's true, and it is."

"It was never so. And god forbid it should be so, hm?"

"It is so, it was so, and God decrees it should be so."

"Shut up. Just shut the fuck up!" He shoved him again. "Just because you're jealous--" And again. "--and you're pissed off at my skills--" And again. "--doesn't mean--" And again. "--you can say I was bribing people by acting like a whore!" And another one. "I wasn't then! Maybe...I am now, maybe I turned into one, but don't you dare go around saying that I was then!"

Siegfried smirked, but made no move to defend himself. "Whore," he said. "Whore. Eternally, forever, always a whore."

"Never," he seethed, shaking all over. "Never! It's not true!"

"It's true," Siegfried whispered, grinning madly. "It's all true."

"No. No. It's not, and you can't make me admit that it is. Just...just shut up!"

"I will not shut up." He leaned forwards. "Whore. Whore. You're a whore~."

He was about to deck him--and do it over and over again until he'd physically taken out all of his frustration--but he wouldn't. Instead, he turned and stalked away a few paces, then stopped and seethed, as if trying to decide what to do about this.

"Weakling," Siegfried taunted, trying to bait him again. "A weakling and a whore. How do you face yourself in the morning?"

Now was not a time to be weak, he told himself. He wasn't going to have a breakdown, he wasn't going to give Siegfried any satisfaction--althought he probably was now--and he was going to control his emotions. Seto said nothing in return.

"Is this why you cut? Because you're a weakling and you know it? Because you'll never match up to anyone's standards?"

"You mean, is that why I want to die?" he corrected. It had never been about the cutting or the blood, it had been about the suicide. "And it's because...I mean...it's not..." He couldn't figure out the words.

"It is, isn't it?" Sieg said cruelly, "It's because you're weak, hopeless, lost, meaningless, unimportant, wretched...and you know it." He slunk painfully after his enemy. "You know it all too well."

He would've said no. He would've, and he wanted to. Except that was true. "...It's...I don't..." He shook his head.

"Yes, you do." Siegfried lay a hand on Seto's shoulder...and then clamped down on it with a vice-like grip as he sneered, satisfied. "You do. It's obvious that you do."

He tensed. "...I'm not a whore," he said, "and I'm not worthless."

"You're worthless," he purred. "You're worthless. And you're a whore. Isn't that how you got Pegasus to favour worthless you and your worthless, worthless technology, whore? Admit what we all know."

"...Get off."

"No."

"Get off me. I won't admit to what's not true."

"You should admit to what is true, though."

"I didn't," he repeated, "and I'm not a worthless little whore!"

"You're a worthless little whore."

"...No."

"Yes."

"...No..." He lowered his head. "...Why are you doing this?"

"Why shouldn't I?"

"Maybe because I don't exactly need help finding reasons to die?"

"I know you don't."

"You're just amused by this, then. It's all a big joke on me."

"Big joke? It's not funny."

"You're amused, aren't you?"

"Slightly, yes. But then, aren't I always?"

"At my expense? Yes."

"At everyone's expense, yes..."

"But me in particular."

"Of course. Always you in particular."

"See? So I shouldn't even bother listening to you."

"You should always listen to me."

"Why?"

"Because I am myself, and because I say what you need to hear."

"Lies? Insults? I need to hear that?"

"Yes, you do."

"Bastard."

"Always and forever."

"Let go of me."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't need to."

"And why do you think that?"

"Because I don't."

"I'm telling you that you do, unless you want a fist in your face."

"I don't care what you say." His grip tightened, as if to underline this.

"Then do you care what I do?"

"Because I have to. It affects me."

"And if I were to carry through with my threat?" He turned his head--it was the only thing he dared to move--to glare at Siegfried.

"It does not make a difference to me."

"But it affects you, so it should make a difference."

"Shhhh, don't think about my conflicting statements. It'll confuse you."

He looked back forward again and placed a hand atop of his, squeezing. "Unhand me, hypocrite."

"What is my incentive, worthless whore?"

"Maybe me admitting that you're right and me going off and killing myself, how should I know? Let go."

"That's no incentive."

"Me NOT decking you in your pretty little face?"

"No. Not an incentive. Not good enough."

"You tell me what's good enough, then."

"Why should I?"

"Because I don't know."

"I don't see why I should tell you."

Seto twitched. "Fine, don't tell me. Just let go."

"No."

Seto tugged at his hand. "Let go of me!"

"I said, no." Sieg yawned. Well, let's see what we can accomplish out of this...

Well, this was annoying. At least being pissed off was better than being depressed. "Glad to see you're bored with this." A roll of the eyes.

"I'm not, but such is life."

"If you don't let go of me in five seconds, I'm going to turn around and hit you."

"Five...four..."

"...Three...two...one--" Seto whirled around to hit him, just as he said. Well, he wasn't one for bluffing.

Siegfried smirked, and ducked.

"Bastard," Seto spat again.

"Always," Sieg repeated.

"Now let GO."

"No."

Seto tried to rip his shoulder away, taking a few steps. "I said off, jackass."

"And I said no, worthless one."

"Get off! Off now! Or the next punch I throw will hit!"

"Why should I get off?"

"Because I told you to. Because I want you off. Because I'll scream rape. Take your pick."

"Rape? Trivialising traumatic incidents, now?"

"Perhaps."

"Disgusting, really."

"So you say. I wasn't talking about that, you know. It's a phrase, you twat."

"Twat? Not really."

"Still, let go."

"I don't want to. You're reacting too amusingly."

"Me being pissy is amusing?"

"Yes."

Seto grabbed his arm and pulled roughly. "I want you off, and I want you off now."

"And I don't want to be off of you."

"I can say this is sexual harassment."

"How is it sexual?"

"Not letting go of me. Physical contact. That sort of thing. It may not BE sexual even tho we all know it really IS, but it can still be sexual harassment."

"It's quite pointless, really."

He shrugged, relaxing a fair amount. "Whatever. So...what are you going to do now that you've decided not to let go?"

"I am uncertain."

"Didn't really plan ahead, then, after that whole whore thing?"

"No, I just don't care."

"Whatever."

"That's the attitude."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Good."

"Right."

"Indeed."

"...Is this still amusing to you?"

"Yes."

"Alright." Another listless shrug.

Sieg said nothing.

Neither did Seto.

Silence reigned supreme.

As did boredom.

"So. How've you been lately?"

"Peachy."

"I'm sure. Especially with your brother and his little mix-up..."

"Feh."

"Why do you bother taking his side, I must ask?"

"Because he's my brother."

"And he shot you."

"And he was drugged."

"And how do you know he REALLY didn't know what he was doing?"

"Haven't we been through this conversation? Deja vu, much."

"Yes, of course."

"So there's no point in saying the same things twice, is there?"

"Not necessarily."

"Yeah, so, whatever."

"Yes. Whatever."

"Letting go yet?"

"No."

"Feh. So much for wanting me out of your house."

"Yes. So much for that."

Seto once again went into an annoyed silence.

Sieg grinned.

Seto rolled his eyes.

Sieg said nothing.

And Seto, again, said nothing. This was boring and annoying, but he had time yet.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...You're honestly not bored?"

"Yes, honestly not bored."

"Even tho I'm not actually having an amusing reaction anymore?"

"It's amusing enough."

"Oh, all right, then."

"Yes, all right."

"..."

"..."

"..." Seto sighed.

"...what?"

"I don't see how silence is amusing, really."

"It wouldn't be to you."

"I don't see the humor in silence."

"I do."

"Alright, then."

"Good."

"Feh."

"..."

"Still not letting go? I could always go get some oil or something and slide you right off."

"I'm sure you could."

"If I could find dishsoap or something, sure."

"Too bad you can't."

"Whatever."

"Yes, indeed."

Another bout of silence.

Oh, yes. Silence.

And more silence. If there was a grandfather clock in this room, then the slow tick and tock of it would be perfect.

There wasn't, but there should've been.

Indeed.

Really.

...So, back to the actual plot here... Seto stiffled a yawn. "Want to sit down, or are you going to stand? It doesn't matter to me either way. Are you just going to hang onto me until I leave?"

"Basically, yes."

"I've still got quite a while, you see."

"I don't doubt."

"Hm."

"Mmhm."

"Hn."

"Hn, indeed."

"Right." Another sigh.

Sieg rolled his eyes.

"I think you ought to know, I'm feeling very depressed you hanging onto me like that makes me very much so think of some really cheesy love songs about holding on and never letting go." A smirk.

"What's your point, Kaiba Seto?"

"I'm just saying that it amuses me to think that way. Well, it's either that, or that you're about to drag me into some room full of torturous devices. So I'd rather think the former." He leaned in closer. "You don't have a thing for me, do you?"

Siegfried looked at him pointedly. "A thing for you, Kaiba Seto? No, I do not," he said, rather severely.

"Hn, then why look so stern about it if you're sure?"

"Because I am disappointed that you must ask."

"Oh, you know me, always asking until I get the truth."

"You have the truth, though."

"Sure."

"Why should I lie?"

"So you don't totally make yourself look like a hypocritical moron." He rolled his eyes. "Oh, wait, my bad, you already do."

"How could you see past your own hypocritical moron-ness?"

"...That sounded so idiotic, there are no words for it."

"I've been affected by you. How horrible."

"I suppose maybe my being a hypocrite's rubbed off, but then, you've always been one."

"As have you."

"Well, then, we're more alike than I first thought."

"Obviously."

"Well, I think it's time things get more interesting." Despite the fact that the other was latched onto his arm, Seto decided to shove him straight into a wall. And then pin him there. "Much better."

Siegfried didn't say anything. He couldn't, because he wasn't sure what to say. Instead, he stared.

"What did I say? More interesting, hm?"

"...I suppose," Sieg replied warily.

Seto brought his face closer. "Well, it's more interesting for me, anyway."

"Doubtless."

"It's better than standing there like we were saying nothing."

"Really? You think so?"

"Quite."

"Very well, then."

"Comfy?" came the ridiculing question.

"Suuuuuure," Sieg said sarcastically. "Very."

"Goooood." He was practically leaning against Siegfried and looked at his watch. Plenty of time. That, or his watch was dying. Could go either way.

"It feels wonderful, in fact," he drawled.

"I'm sure it does. Sorry I forgot to bring over a pillow, though."

"Oh, yes. I suppose we could get one...but God knows I'm enjoying this too much."

"No doubt you are."

"You must be, too."

"Ah, well, I'm amused, anyway."

"And enjoying it, right?"

"I do normally enjoy being amused, yes."

"No, no. Enjoying pinning me against the wall."

"That's what's amusing me."

"But are you enjoying it separately from the amusement?"

"Hm?"

"Are you?"

"I'm not sure I understand the question."

"Are you enjoying pinning me for a reason OTHER than amusement?"

"No, not really."

"Are you sure?"

"Quite sure."

"Don't bother lying again..."

"Lying? Hardly."

"Hardly lying? Doubtful."

"Aw, are we going into this argument again?"

"Yes, it seems like it."

"Feh, that's no fun at all."

"Why not?"

"Because neither of us will say anything different and we'll just stand here arguing and nobody will back down. That's fun? Not really."

"Then why don't you back down?"

"Why don't you?"

"I don't want to."

"And neither do I. So let's not argue since we won't get anywhere with it." He grabbed Siegfried's wrist and tried to pry his hand off. "Now, let go."

"No, I won't," Sieg said, grinning. "I don't feel like backing down."

He pulled harder. "I think I'm the one in control here, though. Are you sure you'd win?"

"Yes," said Sieg, "I'll be in control, if you don't mind."

"I think I do."

"I think I want to be in control."

"I think I don't care."

"I think you should. I think I'll make you."

"I think I'd like to see you try."

"I wonder if you really want me to."

"I wouldn't like you taking control, but I sure would want to see you try..."

"All right," Sieg breathed. He twisted suddenly, forcing his way out of the pin and then his pinner up against the wall roughly. "Better?"

Seto blinked. What the fuck, how the hell did he do THAT...? "Interesting, I must admit."

"Oh, yes," Sieg whispered into his ear. "I told you I could..."

"But that doesn't mean I can't get control right back."

"True, but do you really want to?"

"Of course."

"Are you sure~?"

"Positive."

"I doubt it."

"Good for you, I don't care."

"Really, now? Are you absolutely positive?"

"Quite."

"I don't know about that." He pushed him gently, still keeping him to the wall.

"I do."

"Pity, really."

"Why?"

"I don't know; seems the appropriate thing to say."

"Hn." A roll of the eyes once more.

"Mmhm," Sieg purred.

"So, want me to actually try getting back where I belong? That is, in control?"

"No," Sieg said, "I prefer being in control of you."

"How did I know you'd say that?" he scoffed but nevertheless tried.

...and succeeded, Siegfried noted, with some disappointment. "Sad, really."

"I told you, this is my rightful place."

"Rightful? Pah."

"It's true~"

"Hn," Sieg grunted. "Not for long."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I'll get to be in control again."

"...You know," sighed Seto, backing off a little, "if that's the case, then this, too, is as pointless as the arguing."

"Why? It's fun."

"How is it fun? We'll just be stuck going back and forth the whole time."

"Yes. Really."

"So...that's just not fun."

"I find it amusing."

"You would."

"You don't?"

"I think I just said I wouldn't."

"I think that's sad, also."

"It doesn't get anywhere."

"Really?"

"Not really."

"O rlyh really?"

"Really."

"NO WAI I see."

"Hn."

"Really. ...let me be in control, then."

"Why?"

"Because if you're bored, then you might as well let me be not bored."

"But then, I don't like giving up power." Seto let go of him and backed up a few paces. "It's a stalemate, in my opinion, once more."

"Pathetic."

"Why? Just because I 'give up' again and accept a draw instead of accept loss?"

"No, I'd rather take a win."

"Except I won't let you take one for yourself."

"Why not?"

"Because I hate losing as much as you do."

"I hate it more."

"Sure." He rolled his eyes. "How are you going to manage a win out of this?"

"I can think of a few ways."

"Care to share?"

"Mm, no."

"Care to try, then?"

"Perhaps. Perhaps not."

"...Gee, and I thought I was indecisive..."

"I'm not indecisive; I'm just capable of thinking things through."

"Gooood for you."

"Oh, yes. Good for me."

"I'll just lounge around here until you decide, then."

"All right, then."

Seto stood around looking both bored and impatient. So much for it being a virtue. Everything ended in a deadlock, oh, how boring...

Sieg leaned back against the wall and thought.

And Seto cocked his head and was bored.

There was thinking.

And there was boredom.

Lots of thinking.

And loads of boredom.

Too much silence.

This was getting tedious. Not to mention ridiculous, in Seto's opinion.

Sieg actually agreed, for once.

Seto would've tapped his foot in impatience...if he was that kind of person.

Sieg just thought, and didn't enjoy himself, but didn't really care.

Seto glanced at his watch again.

Sieg noted this, and smirked to himself.

Seto looked up again and crossed his arms.

Grin.

Sigh.

Blink.

"Are you done with your thinking yet? I know how you're trying to get me out, it's through sheer boredom, isn't it?"

"Perhaps," Sieg said, "But it wouldn't be effective if I were. How about you try thinking of something?"

"Oh, but I'm merely a guest, Siegfried, and you're the host. Besides, I've already thought up things. Shouldn't it be your turn?"

"No, I don't think so. I'm the host, and you're imposing on ME."

Seto shrugged. "Fine. You know what? I've got an idea. A little...test, let's say. You're either going to love it or hate it."

"All right," Siegfried said calmly. "Let's see it, then. What's your test going to involve? Or can you not tell me?"

Seto smirked once but said nothing. He sauntered up to him and leaned forward. "This test is supposed to, in theory, prove what you really think of me." And then he went in for the kill. Er, kiss. He pressed his body up against Siegfried's and captured his lips.

Sieg twitched slightly. I...don't f--I... Well. It was interesting. He wasn't sure what to think, except...he pressed his body against his enemy's with some hesitance, though the kiss remained rather one-sided. He just wasn't sure about that.

Seto played around in his mouth a bit longer and wondered if he should put his hands anywhere or keep them up against the wall as they were. He slid them down, then, to Siegfried's hips lightly.

Sieg blinked. Surprising. Slowly, deciding nothing really could happen because of it, he placed his own hands similarly on Seto's hips. He wasn't sure what this was saying about him, but he certainly was learning about his enemy's reactions.

Seto quirked a brow but quickly put it back where it was. His mouth removed itself, as did his hands. "So...your thoughts?"

"You seemed far too interested in that for your supposed scientific curiosity," Sieg said, bemused. "However, I suppose my thoughts are...that could have been executed in a better fashion."

"Better fashion like how?"

"Like...oh, I could demonstrate, but I'm sure you'd rather hear about it, so I'll have to consider how best to phrase this..."

"Please do. And you DO realize you can remove those hands at any time, correct?"

"Of course I do. However, they are essential for my demonstration." Sieg nodded, looking quite blase. "And you wish for me to demonstrate, do you not?"

"I thought you said you were going to tell me instead?"

"I lied."

"Feh, it figures."

"What? Do you have something against me disinterestedly pointing out the fallacies in your attempt, and how you could better improve next time you perform the experiment?"

"No, no, go right ahead and demonstrate, then. For the sake of science and truth, of course."

"Not like I'd do it for any other reason, of course. We are understood?"

"Certainly."

"Good. Now, if you will allow me to take my time with the procedure..." Siegfried yawned widely, smirked, and then leaned in to kiss him the way he had purposefully not done prior.

"But of course." Seto rolled his eyes. Siegfried was just trying to annoy him at this point. ...And it was working, as usual. But oh well, it was for scientific purposes, afterall...

And he did. Purposefully. Decently. Well. It was a little lukewarm, but still good.

Unimpressive. Seto had before called him inexperienced, and it seemed, for the moment, that he was right.

Not working? Damn. He wondered if disinterested scientific groping would serve the purpose well. Or maybe he should just bite the bugger's tongue off...

His try was far more interesting, if one were to ask him, not that they'd get a response from him with another mouth on his.

Siegfried would've immediately challenged that with an "I'm just getting started." And he was, he hoped. He began to disinterestedly move his hands from Seto's hips, to other new and fascinating places. All in the name of being better than him, of course.

Seto blinked, taken a little by surprise. But hey, it wasn't anything earthshattering. Really. Even though--no, no, he was completely disinterested in all of this.

As was Siegfried, of course. Even if he had begun to simultaneously rub up against the other body a little suspiciously for his pronounced apathy, he really just didn't care. All science, no personal gains here at all.

Seto let his eyelids droop and shut altogether. His hands made their way--disinterestedly, of course--up to the other's shoulders, resting there lightly. There was a complete lack of care here.

If Siegfried was pushing Seto onto the ground beneath him - which he was - it was because there was a point that had to be proved, and it was best to do so, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. That noise wasn't one of pleasure, either. It was just one of bemused semi-interest.

And that small gasp was one of surprise--though muffled--at all the things Seto was learning from the science involved from this. He forced his mouth away--well, really, they had to breathe at some point--and said in a slightly more interested than totally disinterested voice, "Well...this is a...unique experiment..."

"I told you it would be a worthwhile procedure," Sieg said, flushing slightly. "I believe the things we can learn from this sort of unique experiment are limitless. I am learning quite a few things; tell me, are you?"

"Oh, yes, lots." He let his head hit the carpet, panting a little bit. "...Any idea when the demonstration will be over?"

"Well, I don't think it's finished yet: I'm sure there are many fascinating new things to be learned." Sieg cocked his head. "Are you eager for it to be over?"

"...Perhaps. I mean, I might...you know, end up missing picking up Mokuba... What if I was?"

"Well, then it'd leave the experiment incomplete. Anyways, I'm sure there's plenty of time left before you have to pick him up, and if you hold any interest for this demonstration - I almost do - then we might as well pursue that course of action. Someone else can pick up your brother, couldn't they?"

"Yeah, but, see, I said I would, and..." He glanced at the watch again. ...Damn. Time to give his bluffing skills a shot. "I'm so disinterested in this anyway, and we could always pick it up again at a later date if need be..."

"Later time?" Sieg said, and there was a note of unhappiness there that really shouldn't have been, so he hoped it wasn't noticed. He coughed quietly, to try and cover the slip, and then spoke on steadily: "Seems a bit of a waste to finish it later, though."

"Perhaps..." Seto blinked at him but said nothing about what he thought he just heard. "Unless you'd much rather get the rest of it now...then go ahead, but quickly, I'd say..."

"Mm. What do you think? I really don't care," he said, not interested, of course, and not caring what would result.

"Oh, well, you're the one who initiated this little demonstration in the first place, so I think you would be the better judge of what to do..."

"Yes, but you are the observer. I wouldn't want to be boring you."

Seto hesitated. "...I think I get the gist of this demonstration."

"You get the gist of it? Does that mean you are not interested in continuing?"

"Well, I must say, I was never very interested in the first place, but...yes, that's what I mean."

"Of course not. I was not, either: merely uncertain as to if you were or not. It is all as well; there is no need to continue, then."

"...Right, then. Mind getting off of me if it's concluded?"

"I don't mind at all." He did so hastily.

Seto sat up slowly. He felt hot, he felt slightly sweaty, and much like he needed a very cold shower. And then he stood up, straightening out his shirt. He felt, also, a little dumbfounded by this all. Interesting? No, no, not at all, why do you ask?

"That was my demonstration," Siegfried said. "I believe it compares favourably to your own - are you inclined to agree?" The unspoken addendum clearly said 'you SHOULD be'.

"Well, it's not like my little experiment was supposed to last, what, ten minutes or so, it was supposed to be quick and easy." He huffed a little, but he had to admit, "Yes, Siegfried, from what you demonstrated, that was better than mine."

"Thank you," Sieg said, as though he had been hoping for - no, expecting - that answer. "Perhaps someday you would like to see a few other demonstrations?" he asked, sounding for all the world as though he didn't care.

"Perhaps," said Seto with a shrug, "but unlikely."

"I thought so. After all, it wasn't interesting at all."

"My thoughts exactly."

"So there's no point in trying it again, then."

"Right, no point at all."

"Should you be going now?"

"Yes, I probably should. I ought to be leaving, yes, Mokuba will be expecting me." In half an hour. Which was just enough time to get a quick cold shower. He sauntered--he wasn't sure why he did, maybe it was more subconscious than he realized--over to the door. "Still going to want the flesh off my brother's bones?"

"Yes, probably," Sieg said. "Don't bother trying to dissuade me."

"Gee, and I wasted all of this time trying to. Well...perhaps I'll be seeing you on my doorstep, then." He pulled the door open. "But hopefully not." And shut again as he left.
Cold shower, cold shower, cold shower, disinterested, all for science, cold shower, need a fucking cold shower right fucking now.
It had been a fun-filled afternoon.

Sieg took a few deep breaths. Really fun. No. Uninteresting. Uninteresting, of course. There was nothing fun about it. Just scientific, all of it. For the greater cause. Boring, really, but needed to prove his superiority.