Disclaimer: Yeah, Yu-Gi-Oh belongs to me : snort :
He's seen worse, he told himself. That this was nothing in his abyss of suffering, so deep and endless. That's when he realized it was so much more than nothing.
It was her.
If he could have just been there in time, to push her away. They all knew that bullet was meant for him. But, Anzu, being the stupid, loyal, foolishly courageous person that she is, took it.
She blocked it from him.
For him.
The thing was that Anzu didn't even know him. He was a stranger, an enemy even and yet, she had blocked it.
It made him feel special, as if he was worthy of her actions. But admittedly, she probably would have done it for anyone. He wasn't anything to her, just another life she could protect and whether it was Bakura or Marik, she probably would have done the same. So he really should feel so pleased with himself despite all the odds.
He shouldn't. Yet he did.
She was bleeding so much that his vision seemed a blur of red. But he wasn't even near her. He was distant because if he were any closer, he was afraid he would break down and let all these people see him at his weakest.
He was… scared. For her and for himself- for the highlights of his day were seeing her face and hearing her voice. Arguing with her brought him joy if just for the plain fact that he could talk to her and she wouldn't object.
He loved her in a sick twisted way, for really, he didn't know the meaning of love. Of a relationship between a man and a woman. He was inept in the department of affection. He wasn't whole and that was why he didn't tell her.
He didn't deserve her.
The medics arrived and she was lifted to a hospital. The atmosphere dimmed and the brightness left with her. So now, he was left with a band of distraught men who most probably blamed him for the injury of their friend.
Seto couldn't blame them.
So he stalked away to his room and slammed the door, buried his head in his hands and felt two wet tracks slide down his face.