(A couple notes before we begin... Sorry for the incredible repetitive-ness of this fic. Urgh. And...two things about Shizuka. She's living with Jou because of a thing I like to call artistic liberty. :3 Also, since some people who've seen this before somehow got confused, Shizuka is not in love with Jonouchi. Just wanted that to be clear. On with the fic!)
As Always
By Cody Saoyrn
"Yuugi, I…"
"What's wrong, Jonouchi-kun?"
"A-ah, it's nothing."
Jonouchi lay in bed, arms flung across his face. No matter how hard he tried, he could not seem to think of anything other than Yuugi. Yuugi smiling, Yuugi laughing, Yuugi crying…
"Don't cry, Yuugi." Jonouchi murmured, raising his right hand to caress the space where he yearned for his friend's face to be. No, not his friend.
Wait—of course Yuugi was his friend. His best friend. Except friends don't think of each other that way. But it wasn't as though Yuugi shared his feelings, so did that mean they were still friends?
Sighing, Jonouchi let his arm flop back down next to him.
"My head hurts."
He imagined Yuugi sitting on the edge of his bed, reaching for Jonouchi's hands. Yuugi would try to fit them in his own child-like ones, and kiss them.
"Yuugi…"
It's okay, Jonouchi-kun. I'm here for you. Where does it hurt?
"Yuugi…"
Here? Let me kiss the pain away. … Not there? Then tell me.
"Oh, Yuugi…" Jonouchi bit his lower lip, trying to will away the tears that threatened to gather.
Ah. I know where it hurts.
"Yuugi, please…"
I was right, then. How does that feel, Jonouchi-kun?
"O-oh…" his breath hitching, Jonouchi slid his hands down, reaching for Yuugi's smaller ones.
Am I doing all right?
"Yuugi, oh Yuugi…"
I guess I am.
"Gods, Yuugi… Stop…"
After a silence punctuated by his hoarse breathing and suppressed moans, Jonouchi tensed. His mouth opened in a scream, but all that came out was a shaky whimper as he bucked once, twice, and collapsed back onto the bed.
He turned to smile at Yuugi, and found himself staring at nothing.
As always, Jonouchi wiped his sticky hands on the underside of his blanket, and then pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes.
As always, he struggled to hold back the sobs.
As always, he lay there in the dark, moaning Yuugi's name and quietly weeping himself to sleep.
As always, Shizuka listened from the next room with wide eyes, trying not to cry.