A/N: In case you read this chappie before, go to the end, there's about
another half a page to it. Sry.
Summary: Yami's regaining his memories, and Kaiba plays a major role in them. Unfortunately, though Yami's more than willing to relive those times, Kaiba has no memories of his past love, and is just discovering a new one.
Pairings: SK/YY SK/JW
Disclaimer: I just own the story idea, not the characters, so plz don't sue! ^_^
NOTE: My Point Of View will be switching constantly so please check to see who's pov you're at before reading.
It all started with a kiss . . .
Seto's POV
Great. Why'd I have to be the one stuck with the job? Not that it was any difficulty, just a bit annoying. Yugi's Grandfather's game shop was on the way home, the limo went by it every day when I left school, and delivering the homework assignment to the sick King of Games wouldn't be too much of a challenge in any case. In fact, when the teacher suggested it I couldn't find any reason to refuse. I just wish I could've now . . .
*~*~*~*~*
Yami's POV
The face flashed before my eyes again, and I could barely contain my slight gasp. Those unmistakable cerulean blue eyes, the brown hair falling right over them . . . the cold features looking towards me . . . I couldn't believe it.
"Setti?"
Kaiba looked mildly shocked and confused as he stood in the doorway to the game shop I now called home, but he stepped forward, his eyes registering recognition as well.
"Yami?" The word escaped the teen's lips as his subconscious reminded him of things his conscious could not. He seemed even more confused by his own statement.
This was more than I could have hoped for. Ever since a spell returned my body to me a mere week before, and I was finally allowed separation from my light, Yugi Moto, my memories of Egypt have been returning to me slowly but steadily. My most abundant being those involving one who is currently known as Seto Kaiba. Even though I knew my past love couldn't possibly remember me I didn't care within that moment. On some level he knew me, some part could remember his past life as High Mage, and that was all I needed. I leaned in, before he could react, and pulled him into a tight kiss. Kaiba seemed frozen in shock, and I pulled him closer, gently urging him to respond. Slowly, he started to respond, and my heart leapt with joy. It didn't matter that this was lifetimes away, my Setti was still inside the cold exterior of Kaiba somewhere.
But then he pushed me away, looking shocked, afraid, and even disgusted.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He asked harshly, and I recoiled as though I had been slapped.
"Setti?" I asked, fighting to keep the hurt from my usually controlled voice. Those ice cold eyes flashed at me in anger.
"My name is Seto Kaiba, not 'Setti'. I don't even know who you are, but give this to Yugi." He tossed a textbook at me and I caught it out of reflex, still shocked. Still looking visibly disturbed the reincarnation of my lover turned and strode out of the Game Shop to his waiting limousine.
How could he not remember?
Still clutching the textbook to my chest I sank to the ground as my aibou came down the stairs, still in a robe and holding a bow of tissues in one hand.
"Yami?" he cried, spotting me. "Yami, are you ok?"
*~*~*~*~*~*
3rd person pov
Seto Kaiba paced quickly back and forth across his spacious bedroom, trying to figure out what had happened in the Game Shop.
This boy who'd looked like an older version of Yugi had called him 'Setti', and he had replied by calling him . . . what was it? Yami. Why had he said that? What had compelled him to say that?
Well, whatever had caused it, it had resulted in the other teen, Yami, kissing him. Kissing him! And possibly the most disturbing part of this encounter was that the kiss had felt familiar to Seto, and he'd actually begun to respond to it before he'd forced himself to pull back and leave the Game Shop.
AS far as he knew Yugi was an only child, but this boy had a startling resemblence to the King of Games.
After half an hour of pacing Seto realized he wasn't going to get a bit of work done if he didn't get some answers. Gritting his teeth in annoyance Kaiba grabbed a phone book from his desk and flipped it to the back.
Welling, Whailer, Whealer, Wheeler.
Picking up his phone Kaiba dialed Joey Wheeler's phone number.
Ever since Joey had been 'possessed' by Merik several weeks before Seto had begun to have a tiny bit of respect for Wheeler. Of course, it would take an immense fool to let a stupid mind trick turn you against your best friend, but after that was over, Joey had risked his life to save Yugi's, and Joey's little sister Serenity had risked her life to save him. It kind of reminded Seto of what he and Mokuba would do for each other. Not that he'd ever admit this ounce of respect however.
The phone was picked up on the fifth ring.
"'Ello?" Wheeler's voice came on the line.
"Who's Yami?" Wheeler asked. Seto rolled his eyes.
"You don't have Caller ID? What, do you live in the Stone Age?"
"Ok," Joey said testilly, "Now I know who it is. Y'know Kaiba, in polite society, people say 'hello' and introduce themselves when the call someone."
"I'll be sure to remember that when I call a member of polite society." Seot snarled.
"Hey, I didn't pick up the phone to be insulted."
Seto bit back the scathing response that came readily to his lips. Wheeler was right, for once. And he needed answers.
"Fine. Hello, this is Kaiba. Who's Yami?"
"See, was that so hard? Yami?" Joey's voice turned nervous. "He . . . why?"
"Because I just ran into him and I want to know who he is." Seto told the blonde in a deceptively calm voice that meant he was getting quickly impatient. He began pacing once more despite himself. Fortunately, Wheeler had enough conversations with Seto to catch on to what his tone meant.
"Ok, calm down. I don't know why you're so anxious to know about him, but I really think you should ask Yug if you wanna' know about Yami."
Seto's pacing got quicker.
"Why can't you tell me?"
There was a sound of a distant crash on Wheeler's end of the line.
"Uh-oh." He muttered.
"What?" Seto snapped, still annoyed at the lack of answers.
"Nothin'. Listen, it's just not my place to talk 'bout it. Ask Yug, or better yet, ask Yami."
Another crash, louder now, and a holler.
Seto sat down on his bed.
"What is going on over there?"
"No . . . nothin'. Old Man's just back from the pub is all."
"Hey kid? What're you just sittin' around there for you lazy bastard.?"
Kaiba flinched at the words that came over the line, fighting back the terrifying rush of memories those last words had tried to drag up. Joey's father reminded him strongly of . . . he didn't want to think about that now.
"I should go." Joey said over his father's drunken shouts.
"Listen." Seto replied, closing his eyes tightly against the sound of another string of slurred insults being thrown at Joey. "If you need to get out of the house for the night you can stay here. I have about twenty extra rooms."
Seto couldn't believe he'd just said that, but on the other hand, he wouldn't wish his worst enemy to stay in a house with a drunk, possibly violent father. He had too much experience with that.
"You sure?" Joey asked after a moment's pause.
'Probably as shocked as I am that I'm offering.' Seto thought with a smirk.
"I'll pick you up." Seto hung up the phone to the sound of:
"Where the hell d'ya think yer going you fuckin . . ."
Getting up quickly, Seto hurried down the main stairs and out to his limo.
*~*~*~*~*
3rd person limited
Joey paced anxiously in front of his small house.
'Kaiba's coming, right?' Checking his watch Joey realized it had only been ten minutes since he'd hung up the phone and dashed out of the house, dodging his drunken father.
'How would he even know where I live? Maybe it was just a cruel joke, ta get my hopes up . . . nah, even Kaiba's not that evil. He probably got my address the same was he got my phone number.'
Joey had learned a few things about Kaiba in the past few weeks. When Joey had been possessed by Merik Kaiba had saved Tea's life by sending a helicopter to stop the huge metal crate from falling on her head and squashing her. Whether Kaiba had known it or not, that had been what ultimately made it possible to jump in after Yugi and save him without Tea's life on the line. The guy might be a coldhearted creep, but he wasn't the evil bastard that Joey had first thought he was.
'He wouldn't leave me here, would he?'
"Kid."m Joey froze , hearing his father's slurred voice. When he'd bolted out the door twelve minutes before Joey had hoped his father had passed out drunk. This just wasn't his day.
Unfortunately, as Joey spun to face his father the man's fist impacted with the teen's face. Joey reeled back in pain but not surprise from the blow. The old man had given him worse over the years. Joey had always covered by saying he'd gotten the bruises street fighting.
Before Joey could get a defense up the man kneed him in the gut, then hit his over the back.
Joey landed painfully on the concrete. Rolling onto his back he just managed to dodge the man's foot crashing into his ribs.
"Where d'you think yer goin' bastard? Y'aren't goin' anywhere. Yer stayin right here 'til I say you go, got it?"
The man's fist headed for Joey's faced again as the boy crawled to his knees, but a pale hand intercepted it.
"I think not." Came a familiar growl, and Seto Kaiba's right fist went out, hitting Frank Wheeler hard in the face, and sending him reeling to the ground.
"Hey Kaiba." Joey said weakly. "Welcome to my neighborhood."
Kabia grabbed Joey's arm and helped him up, all the while glaring daggers at Joey's unconscious father.
"How'd ya do that anyway?" Joey asked, stumbling into the waiting vehicle. "I mean, I know how ta' fight and I still didn't stand a chance against him. He's too strong."
Kaiba shrugged, seeming unconcerned as he slid into the opposide side of the limo.
"Experience." he said shortly. "There've been times that I've needed to defend myself."
He looked out the window for a moment, seeming lost in memory. Then he snapped out of it and called.
"Driver, home."
The two sat in an uncomfortable silence for a moment, until Joey looked over to his savior, who was once again staring out the window, not quite seeming to see the streets beyond.
"Kaiba?"
The teen snapped out of whatever train of thought he'd been on, and glanced over.
"Yes?"
Joey let a grin show.
"Thanks."
*~*~*~*
AN: As you can see, I revised the end of chappie one. In truth, I was always planning on ending it here, and I can't really think why I didn't. I was probably just too lazy to write the extra half a page, or something. Sorry. I would've put it in next chapter, but it just wouldn't fit.
Anyway, the next chappie should be up by later tonight or tomorrow . . . but that doesn't mean you can't review this one. ^_^
Summary: Yami's regaining his memories, and Kaiba plays a major role in them. Unfortunately, though Yami's more than willing to relive those times, Kaiba has no memories of his past love, and is just discovering a new one.
Pairings: SK/YY SK/JW
Disclaimer: I just own the story idea, not the characters, so plz don't sue! ^_^
NOTE: My Point Of View will be switching constantly so please check to see who's pov you're at before reading.
It all started with a kiss . . .
Seto's POV
Great. Why'd I have to be the one stuck with the job? Not that it was any difficulty, just a bit annoying. Yugi's Grandfather's game shop was on the way home, the limo went by it every day when I left school, and delivering the homework assignment to the sick King of Games wouldn't be too much of a challenge in any case. In fact, when the teacher suggested it I couldn't find any reason to refuse. I just wish I could've now . . .
*~*~*~*~*
Yami's POV
The face flashed before my eyes again, and I could barely contain my slight gasp. Those unmistakable cerulean blue eyes, the brown hair falling right over them . . . the cold features looking towards me . . . I couldn't believe it.
"Setti?"
Kaiba looked mildly shocked and confused as he stood in the doorway to the game shop I now called home, but he stepped forward, his eyes registering recognition as well.
"Yami?" The word escaped the teen's lips as his subconscious reminded him of things his conscious could not. He seemed even more confused by his own statement.
This was more than I could have hoped for. Ever since a spell returned my body to me a mere week before, and I was finally allowed separation from my light, Yugi Moto, my memories of Egypt have been returning to me slowly but steadily. My most abundant being those involving one who is currently known as Seto Kaiba. Even though I knew my past love couldn't possibly remember me I didn't care within that moment. On some level he knew me, some part could remember his past life as High Mage, and that was all I needed. I leaned in, before he could react, and pulled him into a tight kiss. Kaiba seemed frozen in shock, and I pulled him closer, gently urging him to respond. Slowly, he started to respond, and my heart leapt with joy. It didn't matter that this was lifetimes away, my Setti was still inside the cold exterior of Kaiba somewhere.
But then he pushed me away, looking shocked, afraid, and even disgusted.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He asked harshly, and I recoiled as though I had been slapped.
"Setti?" I asked, fighting to keep the hurt from my usually controlled voice. Those ice cold eyes flashed at me in anger.
"My name is Seto Kaiba, not 'Setti'. I don't even know who you are, but give this to Yugi." He tossed a textbook at me and I caught it out of reflex, still shocked. Still looking visibly disturbed the reincarnation of my lover turned and strode out of the Game Shop to his waiting limousine.
How could he not remember?
Still clutching the textbook to my chest I sank to the ground as my aibou came down the stairs, still in a robe and holding a bow of tissues in one hand.
"Yami?" he cried, spotting me. "Yami, are you ok?"
*~*~*~*~*~*
3rd person pov
Seto Kaiba paced quickly back and forth across his spacious bedroom, trying to figure out what had happened in the Game Shop.
This boy who'd looked like an older version of Yugi had called him 'Setti', and he had replied by calling him . . . what was it? Yami. Why had he said that? What had compelled him to say that?
Well, whatever had caused it, it had resulted in the other teen, Yami, kissing him. Kissing him! And possibly the most disturbing part of this encounter was that the kiss had felt familiar to Seto, and he'd actually begun to respond to it before he'd forced himself to pull back and leave the Game Shop.
AS far as he knew Yugi was an only child, but this boy had a startling resemblence to the King of Games.
After half an hour of pacing Seto realized he wasn't going to get a bit of work done if he didn't get some answers. Gritting his teeth in annoyance Kaiba grabbed a phone book from his desk and flipped it to the back.
Welling, Whailer, Whealer, Wheeler.
Picking up his phone Kaiba dialed Joey Wheeler's phone number.
Ever since Joey had been 'possessed' by Merik several weeks before Seto had begun to have a tiny bit of respect for Wheeler. Of course, it would take an immense fool to let a stupid mind trick turn you against your best friend, but after that was over, Joey had risked his life to save Yugi's, and Joey's little sister Serenity had risked her life to save him. It kind of reminded Seto of what he and Mokuba would do for each other. Not that he'd ever admit this ounce of respect however.
The phone was picked up on the fifth ring.
"'Ello?" Wheeler's voice came on the line.
"Who's Yami?" Wheeler asked. Seto rolled his eyes.
"You don't have Caller ID? What, do you live in the Stone Age?"
"Ok," Joey said testilly, "Now I know who it is. Y'know Kaiba, in polite society, people say 'hello' and introduce themselves when the call someone."
"I'll be sure to remember that when I call a member of polite society." Seot snarled.
"Hey, I didn't pick up the phone to be insulted."
Seto bit back the scathing response that came readily to his lips. Wheeler was right, for once. And he needed answers.
"Fine. Hello, this is Kaiba. Who's Yami?"
"See, was that so hard? Yami?" Joey's voice turned nervous. "He . . . why?"
"Because I just ran into him and I want to know who he is." Seto told the blonde in a deceptively calm voice that meant he was getting quickly impatient. He began pacing once more despite himself. Fortunately, Wheeler had enough conversations with Seto to catch on to what his tone meant.
"Ok, calm down. I don't know why you're so anxious to know about him, but I really think you should ask Yug if you wanna' know about Yami."
Seto's pacing got quicker.
"Why can't you tell me?"
There was a sound of a distant crash on Wheeler's end of the line.
"Uh-oh." He muttered.
"What?" Seto snapped, still annoyed at the lack of answers.
"Nothin'. Listen, it's just not my place to talk 'bout it. Ask Yug, or better yet, ask Yami."
Another crash, louder now, and a holler.
Seto sat down on his bed.
"What is going on over there?"
"No . . . nothin'. Old Man's just back from the pub is all."
"Hey kid? What're you just sittin' around there for you lazy bastard.?"
Kaiba flinched at the words that came over the line, fighting back the terrifying rush of memories those last words had tried to drag up. Joey's father reminded him strongly of . . . he didn't want to think about that now.
"I should go." Joey said over his father's drunken shouts.
"Listen." Seto replied, closing his eyes tightly against the sound of another string of slurred insults being thrown at Joey. "If you need to get out of the house for the night you can stay here. I have about twenty extra rooms."
Seto couldn't believe he'd just said that, but on the other hand, he wouldn't wish his worst enemy to stay in a house with a drunk, possibly violent father. He had too much experience with that.
"You sure?" Joey asked after a moment's pause.
'Probably as shocked as I am that I'm offering.' Seto thought with a smirk.
"I'll pick you up." Seto hung up the phone to the sound of:
"Where the hell d'ya think yer going you fuckin . . ."
Getting up quickly, Seto hurried down the main stairs and out to his limo.
*~*~*~*~*
3rd person limited
Joey paced anxiously in front of his small house.
'Kaiba's coming, right?' Checking his watch Joey realized it had only been ten minutes since he'd hung up the phone and dashed out of the house, dodging his drunken father.
'How would he even know where I live? Maybe it was just a cruel joke, ta get my hopes up . . . nah, even Kaiba's not that evil. He probably got my address the same was he got my phone number.'
Joey had learned a few things about Kaiba in the past few weeks. When Joey had been possessed by Merik Kaiba had saved Tea's life by sending a helicopter to stop the huge metal crate from falling on her head and squashing her. Whether Kaiba had known it or not, that had been what ultimately made it possible to jump in after Yugi and save him without Tea's life on the line. The guy might be a coldhearted creep, but he wasn't the evil bastard that Joey had first thought he was.
'He wouldn't leave me here, would he?'
"Kid."m Joey froze , hearing his father's slurred voice. When he'd bolted out the door twelve minutes before Joey had hoped his father had passed out drunk. This just wasn't his day.
Unfortunately, as Joey spun to face his father the man's fist impacted with the teen's face. Joey reeled back in pain but not surprise from the blow. The old man had given him worse over the years. Joey had always covered by saying he'd gotten the bruises street fighting.
Before Joey could get a defense up the man kneed him in the gut, then hit his over the back.
Joey landed painfully on the concrete. Rolling onto his back he just managed to dodge the man's foot crashing into his ribs.
"Where d'you think yer goin' bastard? Y'aren't goin' anywhere. Yer stayin right here 'til I say you go, got it?"
The man's fist headed for Joey's faced again as the boy crawled to his knees, but a pale hand intercepted it.
"I think not." Came a familiar growl, and Seto Kaiba's right fist went out, hitting Frank Wheeler hard in the face, and sending him reeling to the ground.
"Hey Kaiba." Joey said weakly. "Welcome to my neighborhood."
Kabia grabbed Joey's arm and helped him up, all the while glaring daggers at Joey's unconscious father.
"How'd ya do that anyway?" Joey asked, stumbling into the waiting vehicle. "I mean, I know how ta' fight and I still didn't stand a chance against him. He's too strong."
Kaiba shrugged, seeming unconcerned as he slid into the opposide side of the limo.
"Experience." he said shortly. "There've been times that I've needed to defend myself."
He looked out the window for a moment, seeming lost in memory. Then he snapped out of it and called.
"Driver, home."
The two sat in an uncomfortable silence for a moment, until Joey looked over to his savior, who was once again staring out the window, not quite seeming to see the streets beyond.
"Kaiba?"
The teen snapped out of whatever train of thought he'd been on, and glanced over.
"Yes?"
Joey let a grin show.
"Thanks."
*~*~*~*
AN: As you can see, I revised the end of chappie one. In truth, I was always planning on ending it here, and I can't really think why I didn't. I was probably just too lazy to write the extra half a page, or something. Sorry. I would've put it in next chapter, but it just wouldn't fit.
Anyway, the next chappie should be up by later tonight or tomorrow . . . but that doesn't mean you can't review this one. ^_^