A/N: In some unspoken rule in my universe, I have decided that all tragedies I happen to think of at the time that HAS to become a fanfic will be uploaded onto Yu-Gi-Oh
Uh... Jou? Kaiba? I really do sincerely apologize. I hold no threatening sadistic purposes towards you... but that's just the way I am.
Plus, everyone loved Romeo & Juliet, right?
...right?
I've written this under the belief that...
the most painful thing for someone you love so very much to do to you...
is not to leave you or to hurt you
but to not even care that much about you...
to hold not enough feelings towards you...
to even hate you.
In the recent plane crash we have rescued 55 people, 10 in which are in coma, 6 in a state of shock, and 27 mildly injured. However, only on survivor was close enough to the front of the airplane to know what happened in the mysterious tragedy. Unfortunately, the teen, Seto Kaiba, despite not sustaining any serious injuries, appear to suffer from a serious case of amnesia. Investigation has been put out until further notice by doctor's words. Seventy-two year old survivor…
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Postcards…?
Jounouchi stared past his friend's joking faces, right at the rusty black rack that held several dozen postcards. His gaze trained on the 100 yen written on a piece of flimsy cardboard taped in front of a stack.
"Jounouchi-kun? Is there something-"
"I'll be right back…"
The boy could only stare at his friend's back, hunched from the cold of the mountains, as he headed towards the souvenir store.
--
"Buyin' somethin' boy?" the potbellied storeowner called out from inside the shop with a gruff voice. Jou nodded blindly in response, eyes still adjusting to the sudden dimness.
"Postcard."
"Oh. Alright. They're out there."
This time, Jou could just make out the dismissing wave of a pale hand, and then a puff of tobacco smoke rising behind it. He could practically hear it…
Kids these days…
Swallowing a laugh, the teen started tugging off the worn woolen glove on his right hand with his teeth finger by finger, eyes scanning the various columns while the left hand spun around the rack. Various images flipped by, from boyish cartoons, sophisticated animations, wedding vows, to simple scenery shots. Once upon a time someone had made an attempt to organize the cards by category, for faded black plaques are nailed onto about every other crossing bar. But apparently, that system has been given up on long ago.
Jou was just about to give up his half-hearted search when something caught his eyes. It was a picture of a pale blue petal of a forget-me-not on the bottom of a glass of water. The simplicity and the natural beauty resulted in an overwhelming urge of memories and reminisce. After all, the pure blue of the petal and the crystalline quality of the fresh water was all quite resonating in the blonde's mind. A first glance brought a soft smile, then the second brought a surge of horrified doubt and frightened anger.
"You're not back yet…"
"Pardon?"
Jou jumped at the storeowner's voice. He didn't realize he had spoken out loud in his thoughts.
With an apologetic glance, the teen said, "I'd like to buy this."
The man nodded, expression somewhat skeptical. But he figured it was better not to ask.
"100 yen."
Digging into his pocket for a coin, something came to Jou's mind.
"Here. And can I borrow a pen Mister?"
The man nodded, stuffing the coin into his breast pocket and then dug into a drawer behind the counter, coming back up with a ballpoint pen. He turned away, embarrassed, from the teen's appreciative smile, knowing it was not really meant for him. He watched, striking a match to light the cigar dangling from the corner of his mouth. When customers ask for this, they usually write a long gushy letter to their love ones telling them how much they missed their darlings, so the storeowner never bothered to even try looking over the messages. But there was just something about this particular teen's eyes. Behind the warm, cheerful chocolate brown there was the monotonous gray of numbness. And…
And when his eyes caught that picture, deep agony.
He thought he had seen it when the girl on the newspaper lost her parents and home in a war. He thought he had seen it when the drug addict mother woke up from her crack-induced trance to find that she had killed her only son. He thought he had seen it when the father killed his wife and children, then hung himself to save them from debt. But now…
Those were nothing compared to this.
Heart-wrenching pain. Shear, excruciating agony.
There was a difference in those eyes, he can tell. The sole thing that was different from him to everyone else.
He tries to hide it.
Not only that, but he does. He hides it so good that no one can find it. Even if… it that person can break through all the barriers, locks, firewalls he had set up around himself, the pain… it'd be too great for anyone to bear.
It made him want to rip whoever caused the boy this much pain from limb to limb and throw him off a cliff.
The storeowner watched Jou's hesitant pen, posed over the paper, right in the center. Undetermined, the teen's bare hand trembled slightly. He took a deep breath, air in front of him crystallizing into a white cloud; visible in the dark store. The sight seemed to renew his strength. With a firm set of his lips, Jou quickly wrote two words across the center of the paper. To the man's surprise, his penmanship was fairly good, overlooking the gangster stereotype. Curious, he reached out for the card.
"May I see?"
The blonde seemed surprised at the request, but then smiled.
"Sure."
Even if he handed it to him, reading it wasn't his first priority. The smile and the "sure" spoken by the boy sounded… numb. Yes, numb. It was the best word for it. There was no emotion behind it. Even the smile was just a kind upturn of lips. For politeness's sake.
Doubtfully, the storeowner glanced down at the postcard, dark-acquainted eyes quickly registering the words. Quietly, he handed it back.
"Who's it for?"
"…"
"A friend?"
"…Someone…so much more than a friend…"
A/N: For this particular ficcy...
It actually started out as a more or less happy reunion fic
I figured I'd give it a try
after realizing none of my stories ever had a happy ending without anyone dying
SO...
there I was, typing away
when my muse whom I had named sadist for quite obvious reasons (naw... reeeeeeeeeeeeeeelly?)
just went all...
"LET'S GIVE SETO AMNESIA!"
~.~
So I argue
"Isn't insomnia enough?"
So alotta she said I said
she won
'cause that stoic part of myself...
had to give in
If you're wondering....
I was going to have that card fly away
written on it
"Tadaima"
Then at night, Jou felt an impulse to go to Kaiba's house
he was at the front door
when he felt someone behind him
he turns
voila~
Kaiba
He holds up the card
"Okairi"
xD
I wasn't gonna give him amnesia though
Just a case of the disappearing CEO
Perhaps I'll write that one
ahem, correction
RE-write that, if pplz ask~
hm...
R&R~~??
Well, the first R's not necessary if you have already read this far
and withstood my rantings
xDD
cya~~!
And thanks, everyone who reviewed for my other SetoJou ficcies!
Perhaps I should just dump them all in one...