I don't think anyone's quite believed what F is. Seems weird, right?

Well, I had a vision of a funny/cute scene and I couldn't resist.

So without further ado...

Flyers

"One hundred and forty nine..." Yami muttered, "One hundred and fifty... why am I out here doing Kaiba's dirty work?"

The highly irritated Pharaoh had left the Game shop in order to catch some fresh air – which wasn't really true, because you couldn't catch air, so to speak, but Sugoroku had convinced him to try – and had spent the morning running around with Yugi's giant butterfly net. Soon afterwards, however, a giant, Pharaoh-praying eagle known as Seto Kaiba had decided to swoop down on him without a minute's notice.

And from that moment onwards, it seemed like even the sky had decided to mock him. The morning had slowly evolved from quite warm to blistering hot, and Yami enviously watched mindless children running amok with melting ice creams in their sweaty hands. While he was stuck with a pot of glue and several million posters.

Actually, they were apparently known as 'flyers', but the tri-haired teen couldn't see any wings on them, so assumed that Kaiba was lying. Again.

To be honest, even, the picture on the poster hadn't convinced him that slave labour for the CEO was a worthy past time – it had taken several "I'll steal your God Cards" threats to accomplish that. It disgusted him that Seto had decided to place posters all over the park about a newly updated version of his virtual reality game, let alone the fact that it cost the same amount as a house to try. Yami thought having Mokuba himself pose as the Princess from the game, dress, make-up and all, was a pretty nice touch though.

"One hundred and fifty one..." The Pharaoh grumbled, starting to glue more flyers to the tree. "One hundred and fifty two..."

As if by magic, the sun suddenly disappear and Yami was left standing beneath a huge, black shadow that seemed strangely human-shaped. 'That must be the Dark Magician. I'd best thank him.' Relieved that his Duel Monster has finally answered his pleas to kick Kaiba's snotty behind, the tri-haired teen threw down the flyers and glue before leaping blindly on the man behind him.

Seto Kaiba was not pleased, Yami discovered, as he was shoved back into a freshly glued tree.

"What are you doing, Mutou?" The brunette snapped. "I asked you to post the flyers, not cling to me like a snot-nosed brat."

"I wasn't clinging!" The Pharaoh retorted. Extremely fed up of the "I'm your Godfather" attitude, the tri-haired teen lunged forward – and failed. His back remained stubbornly attached to the tree, leaving him flailing his arms like a dying goldfish out of its bowl.

"I think you've been out in the sun too long," Kaiba sneered. "You seem to think you're a bird."

"I'm stuck to the tree," Yami growled. "And it's your fault. Get me off of this thing!"

"Give me a good reason." Extremely smug, the CEO crossed his arms. '0-1 to Kaiba Corp, loser. Who's the King Of Games now?'

Sadly, the brunette was promptly defeated. "Who else will be willing to post all those posters in the middle of July?"

'Damn, he got me.'

With a roll of his heartless eyes, Seto moved closer to the tree. The only way to get Yami away from the tree would be to pull him. Satisfied, He slid his hands behind the younger teen's back – ending up in a rather intimate embrace – and began to pull. Unfortunately, the brunette had overlooked the very important fact that there was also glue holding Yami's back to the tree.

"Hurry up!" Yami snapped, becoming impatient. He wasn't so sure that Seto being so close to him was good – or bad. Being held in an awkward embrace by the CEO was actually rather sweet, but the Pharaoh decided he would rather keep his tongue.

An uncomfortable silence followed the tri-haired teen's command. Slightly confused, and worried that Kaiba hadn't roared straight back in his face about being commanded, Yami continued "What now?"

"...My hands are stuck."

There we are, I hope you enjoyed. Review for me, and give suggestions for G. I just had to do Flyers this time though.