Beverly: Seto?…but this is still YAOI! Don't like it, DON'T READ IT! I don't mind flames, or 'constructive criticism' as my art teacher would say, but NOT ABOUT THAT!!! *Ahem* anyway… *cough cough* I'm ranting, so on with the story… so…I like ranting…ranting is good… ranting ^_^ … did you know goldfish have a memory of 30 seconds but forever remember the taste of flesh and blood? … And the word echo comes from the Greek nymph Echo…and-
Bakura: THAT'S IT! *Hits Beverly on the head w/ Malik and Marik's Sennen Rod and knocks her unconscious*
Ryou: *ahem* that was that. Beverly doesn't own YGO, even though us, the main cast, live in her head. And she'd like to thank Egg Yolk, writer of Final Distance, for the inspiration received from the confusing memories. Enjoy.
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Seto walked down the sweltering sands.
'What the hell? I don't remember this! Why am I in a desert?'
He reached up to wipe the sweat from his brow and move aside strands of dark umber when in encountered a metallic material.
'What's this?'
He frowned, long fingers running over the scorching metal and removed it from his head, glaring at the silverish crown in his hand, with a lumpy, a dark blue shape emerging from it. He growled. No wonder his head felt like it was in an oven, dark colors attracted heat! He cast it in the sand behind him and kept walking in the churning, stinging sands. He heard a curt laugh behind him and turned around. A figure, shrouded in a dark purple cloak, sat on a black horse and was, amidst the swirling sands, impossible to see clearly. He growled.
"Show yourself!"
"Relax Set, it's just me…" (Yes, it was meant to be Set. The o is not missing)
For some reason, Seto felt himself relax and smile slightly. He walked towards the figure, tilting his head and allowing his bangs to fall over dark, shrouded eyes, sweat slowly slipping down the strands and down his face, eventually reaching the crevice between his flushed, moist lips. A pink tongue darted out and licked off the saltwater as Seto reached the horse, placing one hand on the dark, sweaty flanks and the other reaching up to the other's face, the index trailing the chin and moving it so their faces would be perfectly harmonized. He smiled softly, in an un-Seto-ish fashion. His ring finger brushed against the other's rosy cheek, flushed from desert heat. His other hand left the animal's wet coat and rose to tangle in the other's hair, pulling the figure down to him. Their faces were but inches apart when he felt ice swarm his soul, mind and heart and a cool blade slide out of his stomach, slick with blood, and a tan hand crushing at his pale throat. He saw the shrouded character's lips smirk coldly, indifferently.
"Congratulations, Set. I. Hate. You."
He felt the world swirl away in a pit of darkness, the ice inside him damning him to frozen, crushing eternity.
"Hahu"/*large inhale, quick exhale*
Seto sat up, icy blue silk sliding down to his waist as he buried his head in his arms, breathing hard. Cold sweat dripped down his back and he lowered a hand to feel his stomach, afraid there would be a wound. His fist clenched and unclenched, holding at the sheets halfway down his body. Stilling until his breathing returned to normal, he bit his lip and moved his head, night-colored eyes unfocused in the darkness. He moved his head to the bedside dimly, and slipped off the mattress, feet hitting the floor soundlessly. He padded over to his private bathroom, slipping out of the ice-colored silk boxers he usually slept in and stepping into the shower, turning the blast to its greatest heat. It was not boiling, but it established its cause. The pale skin quickly turned a burnt, angry red under the scalding jets, but the CEO stood unaffected. This was a ritual, after all nightmares. After a loss for the company he would turn it to artic, and if Mokuba got hurt in any way, he would cut himself and rub dish soap into the wounds. The night grew longer, as he ignored the steaming heat tracing torrid streams down his back and stared blankly into space, dark blue eyes glazed over sorrowfully in a powerful contrast to the bright red that colored his body.
'Who? Why? Why did it hurt so much?'
He remained motionless, but inside was ripping himself apart for answered he could not find, screaming in a fury beyond anything he had every show.
'WHY?'
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Beverly: Believe it or not, that was only the intro. (it wasn't that long, you know?) Technically, the story hasn't even started yet. Looking forward to it? God, I hope so! Press that pretty purple button that says 'go' down there and tell me what you think, alright? 'Cause I'm not sure if I should actually write the rest, you know… Promise I'll get the next part out the weekend during/after the day I get 13 reviews (13 my lucky number) I know it's asking a lot, but I have so many stories and I just don't like being ignored for them… *pouts* So if you wanna get it out faster, tell your friends! ^_^ C'mon, I'm practically begging here!