KyonKyon: It seems so strange to be doing another one-shot so soon. But thank you to those who read and enjoyed my previous one-shot on Seto and Jou, Etch. I am glad that the emotions that I wanted to convey got through, although I can't say I'm good at writing, just that the words seem to be…'right'…hehehe, I'm rambling. Anyway, this is another one-shot. This one is a bit angst and the ending will be up to you, how you want to perceive it. Enjoy.
P.S. My present is always in italic. And the past is always in normal font.
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I don't know when I started to notice you…
Maybe I always did notice you, just that I didn't notice myself noticing you…
Everything about him shouted, "THIS IS ME! I'M LIVING! TAKE MY HAND AND LIVE LIFE WITH ME!"
He made it look so easy, to simply to be free of the bonds of the heart, to be free from the uncertainty and the fears and to have no ice blocks around his heart.
Happiness was always meant to be yours, my light…
Just as he knew that Jou was light, he knew he was the dark. He was always hiding, fearing, hiding his fears from the world. Sometimes it felt cold inside where he was. What did the sunlight feel like on his cold skin? Some things were not fair. He too wanted to be free, to be able to come out into the sunshine.
Sadness does not become you…why your golden eyes weep?
Sometimes it made him afraid to be near Jou. It was as if he would suck the life out of him. He unintentionally wanted, demanded something of him. Something he had thought was long dead. He wanted love, unconditionally…he wanted mushy love words, roses, sweet kisses…and sometimes he was afraid…because he wanted to give it to him…the words would rise but he always squashed it down with his iron will…roses he could give, kisses he could kiss…but the words would not come…
Regrets came too swiftly and too fast…
It was always about regrets. That was all he could do. Regret and worry. I could not see anyone but him, lying there. Among the whiteness, he looked so dead. A dead angel. The word caused my heart to clench. NO! The fight was not over yet!
He would make it! He looked so small in that hospital bed, his arm broken, lying by his side. Someone had broken him…my puppy…Ugly bruises and cuts tattooed his face, marring his beauty yet strangely making him look more vulnerable and beautiful.
Brushing his soft hair away from his forehead, I whispered his name. Why did I wait so long? Why? I knew it was wrong but still I waited. And now…
It seemed ironic.
The one thing I always wanted…he was broken…
A sob caught in my throat. I killed it immediately, instinctively before it could leave my mouth. I hated being weak. I had always been strong. But my weakness was always the one I love; Mokuba…and now Jou.
"When you wake up, I'll tell you how much I love you…I'll promise you that I will take care of you forever. I won't promise that we won't fight, that we will have an easy time and I certainly won't promise to not be an ass but I will promise you that there will be more good times than bad. Won't you wake up?"
Seto Kaiba, the great CEO of Kaiba Corporation declaring his love for Jou. Funniest thing…if anyone could see him right now…the laughter tickled him and he burst out laughing…he laughed long and hard, his laughter bouncing off the white sterile walls…he didn't know when his laughter turned to tears. It came, hot and swift, catching him by surprise. Touching his wet cheeks, he realized something; he couldn't stop crying. Laughingly sobbing, he buried his head in his hands.
Why?