Summary: The blond cupid notices a beautiful, melancholy brunet. He then realizes his cold demeanor is a fake and is determined to bring him happiness with love. But what happens when the /cupid/ falls in love instead? SetoxJou AU
Author's Note: This is what happens when one's comparative-religion class earns a substitute that is planned to show a video of 'Love and the Goddess' for the entire hour and a half. One listens to nonsense and half falls asleep, jotting down more nonsense and a fantasy, alternate-universe fanfic plot- concerning one's probable favorite couple, puppyshipping. I swear this 'one' is /not/ me, because, I do actually pay attention when there is a /substitute/ teacher.
This fic is actually quite angst-y (despite the whole lovey-dovey aura) so just warning you readers in case.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy beloveds.
Never Meant
There is no other ironic ridicule than love.
Love is the bittersweet essence of life, and without love- there is no taste. (An Awful shame)
No sense of freedom, no sense of existence, and most definitely, no sense of pain.
I am no pessimist, mind you.
I am just simply stating the facts and if you argue that love is actually the pretty, little butterflies in your stomach, heart, or any other preposterous organ- I simply disagree. I mean, I would know. I am, after all-
The god of Love.
You see; Love lies. It lies to your soul and your entire being. It seduces you and embraces you like no other thing on earth. It protects you within that boundary of lies and it gives you silent whispers of hope and happiness and dreams and peace and ecstasy and sex and-
Yeah- whatever else you get when you think of your special 'her' or 'him'.
So here I was, grumbling at the top of the tree, staring at these human resources slash entertainment. No one can see me and hear me. I am what you would call- the flying character out of the fantasy children's book that only appears in schizophrenic people's minds.
Oh, excuse me, by 'here' I meant 'Japan'. I've been traveling the world for a couple, or some hundreds of years and finally came to a decision to settle down in the compact city of Japan. I love it here and for various reasons, it became a place of refuge.
Now to specify: I was in front of the Domino High School, in some sense stalking some kid named Seto Kaiba. Apparently, returning to Japan in some number of years meant missing out on how some seventeen year old kid turned out to be the richest, youngest, smartest man in the world. He was everywhere on those electronics, papers, mouths, and frankly, in wet dreams.
He had to be the best package because I can sense the world craving for this sadly put, child. Seventeen and on top of the world- that was some accomplishment; but being in the hearts of woman and man? I sense a new icon since that Elvis-kid.
Finally the bell rings and students come running out in attempt to escaping the jail slash school house somewhat faster. I waited and waited, searched and searched till I hopefully found the 'Seto Kaiba' but in the midst of faces, he was either gone or never here. Though I was positively sure that he was a student attending this school- where was he off to? Soon enough I began to fly through the city air hastily, searching for clues that would lead me to the prince of Domino.
In short time I came across a tall building that read SK and being the brilliant creature that I am, I entered the building nonchalantly; confident to find the Kaiba kid.
What do you know- there he was on the twenty-third floor, facing toward the wall-windows in silence. He couldn't have possibly noticed my entrance (which I did by transparency) and remained still in heavy aura.
I slowly walked over to him, studying his posture and hopefully his character. His face turned around from my position, I gently leaned over to catch at least the profile of the still brunet.
Suddenly then, his entire posture pivoted, turning back from the windows by simply twisting his chair, and there his face landed, right on my face, delicately positioned on my lips.
Being it the 'creature' I was, he felt nothing. He sensed nothing- because I actually did not exist in such universe. I was like the mythical faeries that no one but children believed. His lips probably felt unmoved, just a whiff of air lightly brushing his lips as I quickly pulled away in shock.
The kiss was unexpected and his beauty was unmeasured.
He was this brilliant face with dark, auburn hair- neat in every angle and sharp in the sense of eyes, nose, and chin. His cheekbones rested high beneath his dark yet crystal eyes and eyelashes formed a light shadow over the pale shades of his skin. He looked like a sculpted image of translucent marble, perfected in every structure of lips, jaw line, and temples. This was only the head.
I slightly panicked and remained standing in awe of his unbelievable beauty. Again, reluctantly, I approached him (even slower than before) and studied him skeptically. I now actually understood why everyone wanted this man (no longer a kid), literally.
Suddenly, the phone rang and I fidgeted once more at the brunet's sudden movement.
I was never this careless before- it was hysterical.
His lean fingers reached over and his low, indifferent voice answered.
"Seto Kaiba."
His voice was also a sound of charisma. Everything about this human being was attractive and daunting. It was getting to a point of frustration- not being jealous and all.
"I could care less, Roland." I heard him say. "Perhaps, they do not understand the purpose of my proposal. Listen,"
His voice was stern and growing agitated.
"I proposed the plan because it benefits me and if it does not concern me and my well being- I simply object. I thought we already established such agreement."
Ah, it all made sense. Frankly put, he was a sarcastic, mean, panties up in a bunch type of kid (back to being one) and that's why his love interest was pretty or damn right low.
Three words in conclusion:
What a waste.
After slamming the phone down in aggravation, he began to type in his electronic laptop machine thing in an angry rhythm. In some form he grunted, sighed now and then but I found him amusing enough to stare at such possible-human-wonders. It made me have my doubts if I was a bit less of a beaut- but being the kind hearted, giving person that I rightfully say I am, I thought I won this in a long run.
In a few moments that felt like a pause in my immortal life, the phone rang again just when things turned a bit tedious. Seto answered but in extreme differentiation.
"Seto Kaiba."
I watched as his tired eyes blink and open in a new set of hopefulness.
"How was soccer practice, Mokuba?"
Soccer? Mokuba?
"Yes- I know I promised, I'll be home before dinner."
His voice was different, almost ironic to the icy mask he wears on a regular basis. This again had me in second thoughts of being the most attractive being on earth.
The way he would slightly chuckle at who's ever voice it held through that line, the crooked smile that he bore over his lips- then the light eye glance over the objects in the office, all were much warmer and softer.
In the end, he did deserve a lover.
Someone worthy enough and honestly, capable of both black and white attributes of Seto Kaiba's mask and nakedness. But first things first-
Who was Mokuba for the love of god?
Lying restlessly on a sofa in Seto's room, I waited patiently till he was ready to leave the office for dinner with 'Mokuba'. During in which Seto yelled over the phone a bit more, threw papers at his secretary, and typed probably eighty pages of manuscript, it was finally time to leave and meet his mysterious stranger.
I followed Seto's limo into a gated community (which turned out to be Seto's row of mansions, yes- the entire thing) and watched as it left Seto in the sixth manor of the block.
Seto entered the house and with me secretly right behind him also entered carefully. Suddenly, a rough haystack of raven hair came rushing towards him and immediately I was close to casting a spell on him in defense. (But what kind of spell? Dying out of love sickeness?) Nonetheless, I watched as Seto chuckle like never before and actually embracing the figure-thing back, and letting go to get on his knees.
"You hungry, kiddo?"
I walked up close and realized the figure was actually a boy, maybe around the human age of ten, still yet to hit his growth spurt and baby faced.
"I'm starving," His face luminous and adorable. "I blocked two goals today in soccer, Seto!"
Seto laughed, in genuine joy and I watched as he ruffled the boy's hair in response.
"Good job, Mokuba- I bet you'll make captain next week."
"Nope- I can't be greedy, Seto. I'll just try my best till then."
A smart boy at that- generous and intelligent, true and inspirational.
He almost reminded me of-
Me.
Back when I was a fledgling in this whole shoot-an-arrow business. I was innocent, maybe even a bit naive, but nevertheless- happy. Having everyone in love was my sole purpose in life and love was the key to everything.
Till I found out love also did horrible, unjust things.
I became the god of love the lust, the shame rather than the love of dreams and light.
But maybe- just maybe-
This Seto Kaiba could prove to me that my purpose still remained and those without love should always be rewarded with love. People actually deserved love and love was the one thing that can heal and save. He made me feel like I was actually needed, like I was actually a part of something I ordinarily just stared at. He became my anchor.
Soon enough I was traveling up and down of Japan, finding anyone possibly similar to Seto and genuinely interested. It was true I could just shoot the damn arrow in Seto's bottom and have him face a walking-by girl, but I knew he deserved a bit more than that. After all, he gave me so much more.
More and more I found myself acquiring and harder the search for Seto's-Perfect-Mate became. I knew it was never within my power to decide, pick and choose who would be better or worse for Seto, but I just knew it had to be the most perfect being. But of course, finding the feather in the needle stack was never an easy task.
It was this one fateful day I took a break from searching and decided to rest in Seto's already-used-to (and most comfortable) bed. If I can make an excuse, it was raining outside and I needed to stay somewhere. It just happened to be Seto's large, grand bedroom.
In gentle slumber, I practically forgot I was even there and when I actually turned to change posture- Seto laid next to me in perfect, still sleep.
I knew for the previous weeks he has been suffering from insomnia and finally- in a whiff of love (me, of course) he was able to sleep, right beside me. Love was peace, and Seto presented my reasons for existence like you would give water to a tree. He defined me in the best of connotations and any words could possibly describe 'love' and I- realized that in horrification,
Was in love with him.
How selfish I was!
Moreover blind and foolish!
Subconsciously I knew no possible being was perfect for him because I was the biased, love struck idiot that thought only I was sufficient for him! I would never be able to bring him genuine happiness because I could not possibly hand him any kind of lover and allow them to embrace, kiss right in front of me! My heart would not contain such misery!
I wept.
I wept while staring at Seto's peaceful face asleep.
Because he could not hear me, he slept most soundly beside me, the moonlight gently on the side of his face. Only if he could hear me, see me and realize how much I loved him and care for him; that my intentions were only for goodness and his well being.
I was so self-seeking; and once again, love has lied to me.
Even if I threw in the arrow for Seto to fall in love with me,
He possibly could not see me, a being from an alternate universe that travels in both human and godly dimensions. I also wouldn't have accepted it because the love would be artificial and forced, taken from a magic spell or even much of a curse.
When I finally calmed from the agony, I decided to search once more for a beautiful- sufficient human that can satisfy both now my needs and Seto's.
In desperation I searched throughout the world, expanding from Japan, Asia- then onto the countries overseas and islands left so far away.
But my heart was already set-
No possible being was adequate for my Seto Kaiba.
In guilt and shame I entered Seto's mansion in midnight, and allowed the love of peace to embrace Seto to fall asleep, lying beside me.
In another epiphany from his beauty, I learned that I could not keep him within me- depending on me and my selfishness.
His eyelashes now resting on his skin, creating a light shadow from the light shown through the midnight glass, I decided what was best for him and leaned over just lightly-
Kissing both his forehead and lips.
Sweet, simple, and delicate- what we all wish love to be.
Remembering the wisdom given to me from the day of my birth,
I took the arrow behind me and penetrated my chest, directly into my heart organ and allowed blood to rush out of me both fast and slow.
Painfully I screamed, in the last hope that this human mortal would hear me in anguish- in love for him, but he was still asleep, like a baby in his mother's arms.
Cupid, stupid,
don't fall in Love,
You only just, fly as a dove,
Cupid, stupid,
The one in search for,
Everyone but Yours, True love's core,
Cupid, stupid
When you've gone astray,
Know that it was never meant,
then You can pray,
your arrow of heart,
that only heaven sent,
Can finally set you apart.
Being it the only solution in my life, I took the one spell the cupid can't lie about and pierced my heart through my love and immortality- spilled the invisible blood across Seto's sheets and let death slowly engulf me in bittersweet taste.
What was I thinking? Cupids don't fall in love. And without love, I had and will always have,
No sense of freedom, no sense of existence, and most definitely, no sense of pain.
Author's Note: I will promise one thing- If readers demand, (and of course with my stupid high-school-student schedule allows), I will have the second chapter /maybe/ with a happier ending. But that's only if you beloveds want one, and otherwise, it's staying as a oneshot.
Okay, first note: Cupids are little-wittle babies.
Yes, I took that thought into consideration and I honestly had /no/ idea to characterize Jou into a toddler with wings. Do you now realize why I don't describe him at all? Even his name was not mentioned throughout the entire fic- masking his identity completely except for his occupation fact: A Cupid with Arrows.
Second note: Cupids shoots arrows.
Yes, even this cupid shoots arrows. It's a cute fetish I'll never get over- and I thought it would be adorable to have the class arrow-in-the-ass job for Jounouchi.
Third note: Cupids are immortal.
Yes, they are- but I made up a poem that plays like a cheesy-spell explaining if a Cupid wants to die, he simply has to pierce himself with his own arrow. Angst-y, I warned ya.
Well, hopefully these cleared up some of the fog in your heads. Oh! I also want to mention the bed-scenes with Seto and Jou, and how Seto defeats insomnia everytime Jou is next to him. Jou (as the cupid of course) as an aura of love (as cheesy as that sounds) that sooths human, phyisical body and with Jou's presence Seto was allowed to sleep beside him. I thought that was cute and significant- having Seto gain the benefits without himself even knowing what or how.
If you have any comments/questions/etc, let me know and I hoped you enjoyed beloveds!
