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AU Idea belongs to Chimchiri and I( Edokinz) ( You can find us both on tumblr)
Summary:
Those times of friendships, of simple card games and positive realities do not always last. Katsuya Jonouchi, has learned this all too well. For placed in an even worse predicament, the boy is only left to pick up what he can, working at a Coffee Shop by day, and at the MoonLight by night.
Seto Kaiba on the other hand, has grown not much more than how he was in High School. In fact, one might say he's grown even more enveloped into his work, leaving those related around him to dance in the wind.
But what will happen when Mokuba decides it's time for a change, and he sets his brother up with an appointment at the MoonLight. Will Seto see there is more to life than just work? And what will become of Jono and his heavy predicament?
His hand glided over to the alarm, fingers flexing nimbly overhead, before they came crashing down upon it, swiping the object clean to the ground. The plastic had ruptured on impact, and anyone with a good set of ears could hear that the piercing cry that it had once emitted had now vanished; like a light going out in the night.
He'd broken yet another alarm clock. Yet another thing that he would have to purchase for this house hold. Something new before he returned to hide in his quarters.
With the release of a muffled grunt, the man pulled himself up from the confides of his blankets, moving a hand to ruffle through his tousled, blond hair. Another day, if he could just get through another day, he would be home free. Just one more day, and he could check it off his list of things to worry about. Just today, and he could brag that he survived this ordeal for just one more bloody day.
But, what did he have to look forward to? The same thing the next day? The day after that? It was all the same. It had always been the same…and he didn't honestly know how much longer he'd be able to take it.
Slowly, the boy bent down, picking up a disregarded, navy blue jacket; holding remnants of being tossed upon the ground without a care. Shaking it out slightly, the boy had deemed the amount of wrinkles created in the fabric to be a fair amount, and with a small nod and goofy grin, slipped each sleeve over his arms, letting the fabric rest comfortably upon his shoulders, hugging close to his body.
Next came the pants, and much like the jacket, those too had been strewn about the floor, and after a quick shake deemed acceptable for his day of work, sporting a healthy amount of wrinkles to boot.
Facing the mirror, bony fingers began to smooth his chin length locks out before they too were deemed acceptable for his day out.
It became rather obvious by a glance that the boy cared not to work on his appearance; it wasn't something he particularly cared on selling. Go to work, go to work, come home, and at the end of the week get paid. That was the only life he needed to worry about. Things such as appearance, social activities, and mental stability could no longer exist within his life, for he held no time for them, not with everything he was expected to do.
Pay the bills, pay the mortgage, supply the food, and support his drunken old man. No time was left open after working his jobs, and quite frankly, if he had time, he had nothing to do in it.
Giving off a small sigh his hands fiddled around with a smaller mirror placed upon the nearby bed stand, raising it up to his face. Dark circles, blemishing skin, and soulless eyes. Just what had he been tormented down to? He felt nothing like the man he once was, if he ever was one that is. All the innocence he held as a teenager, all the crazy, irrational ideas he'd partaken in, and all the friends he once had. Just when had that left him? Since when did he turn into a slump of an adult?
It couldn't have been far too long ago, for he could still remember it all just like yesterday. He could remember all their faces, their smiles, their laughs. Their comments of positives and negatives each time he did something off the wall insane. None of that could have been too far off from now right? A year, maybe two…or had it been longer? Just how long had it been since those chocolate brown eyes had laid siege to anything he considered a joy anymore?
With the release of a hefty sigh, followed by a slight groan, the boy placed the mirror back to the site that it had been retrieved from before taking those first steps toward his bedroom door. Placing his hand upon the handle, he did once last glance back to what resided behind him…a last glance to the only place that he ever felt safe at anymore.
The only place left where he didn't feel like he was just being lusted after.
Authors Notes:
So, look who's come to show their face again, after abandoning that long chaptered Korra Story, and then two other Fanfictions...THIS ONE HAS MOTIVE BEHIND IT! According to Chimchiri, my life is on the line if I don't finish this, XD ( JK) I plan on finishing this fic, and I hope that you will stick around for it's completion. If I am lucky, the first chapter will be out by about the end of the week, but, for now, we have just the prologue.
As always,if you see and errors in my writing, please! Do not hesitate to point them out, so that I may come back and correct them!
Have a great day, and don't be afraid to leave a review, good or bad. Edokinz~
