Hello everyone! And welcome to my newest fic, and sequel to First Touch, 'True to You'!
It's been way too long huh? I'm so lazy, and I still haven't finished this fic yet, I'm a little…uhh, 'off', on the ending.
Any-who here is my prologue (first chapter), of my sequel. I still have to get used to that word… have to let it roll off my tongue… 'sea-quel'.
Disclaimer: I no own YuGiOh, it's such a shame. Imagine the episodes if I did…
Chapter One – At peace, or in pieces…
-
Sunlight filtered in through the silk white curtains, as they gently billowed back and forth through the open balcony door.
Leaves fell softly from the towering oak outside, their normally lush green a vivid orange-red.
The low, sweet chirrup of the morning birds drifted in on the cool morning breeze, and brought a stir from a figure huddled beneath navy silk sheets.
His skin prickled at the cool caress of the wind, and he shifted in an attempt to escape it, sliding across the bed, seeking the other warm form he knew should rest beside him.
When he extended his arm though, the space beside him felt empty.
The teen groaned, and blinked, opening his eyes only to hiss and squint them against the lights piercing sharpness.
Turning his head, he saw the spot beside him was indeed empty.
"Seto?" he called softly, though the room remained silent, aside from the sweet songs of outside.
Sighing and groaning in one, the teen rose himself up on his elbows, shining crimson eyes moving over the room, navy blue sheets slipping from his elbow, to his waist.
The movement revealed a toned and tanned torso, contrasting brilliantly against the bed covers.
Had the sheets gone any further, it would had displayed an equally tanned (not to mention toned) lower half.
The rooms plain interior revealed nothing as to the whereabouts of the young CEO.
The naked boy frowned slightly, and pulled himself up, the sheets sliding dangerously low on his hips, the skin above coming up in slight goose bumps at the touch of the cool morning air.
The frown disappeared, as the eyes befell upon the folded paper on the pillow beside his own.
He seized it, and flipped it open.
Yami
Didn't want to wake you. Early meeting.
And do remember, this is 'my' room.
Beware of Mokuba
Till later
Seto
Yami folded up the paper with a smile, before he held it close to his chest, and flung himself back on the bed, closing his eyes.
Later…ha, yes, Mokuba's pre-winter shin-dig, before everything freezes.
Yami smiled warmly.
This afternoon, he would be basking the in the fading sunlight of a beautiful day, the brunette by his side, and his friends around him.
He frowned slightly. As long as he wasn't busy…
-
Setos pov
-
The gentle lull of the cars movements, and the swift, icy barrage of air through the open window, competed for the attention and present state of mind, of Seto Kaiba.
The cars rocking movements threatened to pull him into sleep, whereas the icy cold chilled his skin, and kept him wide awake.
Many would have found it irritating, yet it didn't bother the CEO, as he found their battle amusing, and necessary. If the cold air had not been biting his skin, he would have relinquished consciousness, and drifted blissfully into a dark abyss of dreams, and nightmares.
He glanced out the open window, the breeze stinging his eyes.
The normally green ground was littered with the debris of autumn, it's golden and crunchy leaves scattering over roads, gutters and pavements.
Yet it looked beautiful, the brilliant red reminding him of another luscious color he had seen many times.
Winter was Seto's favorite season.
Once, it had been for its bitter sweetness, it's soft snow that could still have a bite, it's coldness that he so tried to mould himself on.
Now, it was the perfect time in which you could curl up next to a warm body.
He smiled softly, knowing without a doubt who that someone would be.
As the tree's continued to flash past the open window, the car jolted slightly, and the brunette blinked warily, trying desperately to rid the sleep from his eyes.
He yawned.
-
Yamis pov
-
Damn you Seto Kaiba! Damn you damn you damn you! Where the fuck are my fucking clothes!
The Pharaohs frustrated thoughts threatened to burst forth in a frustrated scream. This was ridiculous, and too frequent for his liking.
I could just wear Seto's… a little voice murmured, calming him down.
Or, you could be ludicrously daring, and rise to the implied challenge
But, what if Mokuba sees?
Then you have a witness to prove you did it.
Yami grumbled. Great, now he was talking to himself in his head.
Damn you!
With an irritated growl, Yami strode to the door in his Birthday Suit and cracked it open. The hall was empty, so he pulled open the door.
Why do I always end up 'nude' in the hallways? Yami thought irritably, as he began his dash to the door at the very end of the corridor.
-
Bakuras pov
-
He was snoring.
Damn him, he was snoring 'again'.
No-one would think that someone that gorgeous and cute, not to mention so accustomed to a bed that he could have been a salesperson for the damn things, could snore like that.
The pale, white haired teen, rolled over onto his stomach, glaring at the teen beside him.
In irritation, he punched him.
Hard.
He might have considered using the Millennium Ring to stop the sound, but the last time he'd tried, the blonde's nose had swollen to the size of a pear, right before it turned a highly amusing shade of yellow, with any blemishes or pimples turning fluro green.
Sometime after that, the blonde had woken, seen his face, and quite rightly kicked Bakura in the head. If Bakura thought hard enough about it, he recalled his wild bouts of laughter having aggravated his friend enough to wake him and seek vengeance.
Now, Marik jerked awake, yelping and rubbing his arm.
"What?" he growled impatiently, scowling at the spirit who had slid off the bed, and began to dress, picking up bits and pieces of his clothing from around the room.
"You were 'snoring' again, that's what," the Tomb Robber returned irritably, pulling a cotton button up on to his well defined chest.
"So? Where are you going?"
"Home."
"Why? No-one's there."
"Exactly."
"Tired of my company?"
Bakura gave Marik a withering look, his chocolate brown eyes holding traces of disdain.
"Oh no, cause being your 'casual fuck' is a laugh," he sneered sarcastically.
Marik raised a blonde eyebrow. "I thought you enjoyed it. Last night is proof enough of that. So what's the real problem Bakura?"
Bakura turned away from his life long friend, frowning. He had woken, and felt like it again, had felt the uncomfortable shifting of emotions within him.
"You… you always take others… and I…I want…" Bakura stopped abruptly, realizing he had been speaking when he didn't want to, to tell the other what he shouldn't know.
These days, Bakura didn't know what he wanted, or whom. He was so confused, by Marik, by Ryou, and with the Pharaoh now permanently attached to his lover, no-one he wanted to talk to him would, or could.
"You? You want," Marik snorted, "love? You want to 'love' someone?"
Love? The word seemed so foreign and disarming to him, that he glared at the spirit before shaking it off. "I will hit you again, and this time you will limp for a month."
Marik shrugged, but still had that mocking glint to his purple eyes. "It just seems you're looking for 'something', and with Ryou out of your current picture, who you got to shower praises upon?"
Bakura grunted. "I just need time alone," he murmured, heading for the door.
He stopped in the frame, turning to look back at the blonde. "'Love' is for sentimental dilusionists."
Marik smirked, shrugged, and lay back down, snuggling beneath the jet black down covers.
Yet as the albino left the house, he himself felt very delusioned.
-
Ok, I have to ask; do you like the pov I'm using? 3rd instead of 1st.
I was nervous about using it, but hoping I could write just as well, so I'm gonna leave it up to you guys to inform me. I can change everything back, but, that 'will' set me back a lot more than now. I haven't finished writing this yet, but didn't want to keep you all waiting.
Okies dudes, RR please, let me know if I've still got it.