Dreams. They're funny when you think about it. Just like the stars in the galaxy. No matter how hard you look, the number of stars you find, they'll never be there the next day. Dreams are like that in a twisted way. Every night before we close our eyes and cross over the other world, we talk to ourselves thinking of the things we want. Dreams are like memories, visions of what we want and don't want. Always saying, "how I wish this would be..." But no. It's never like that. Dreams stand for what we believe in, things we hold dear. In the dream world it's the only time where we're truly happy, things we want and need are always there. No pain can be inflicted upon you, the people you hold close, the things you wish to be are always there. Things always go your way no matter. You can be happy and carefree without a worry in the world. But like all good things, it must come to an end, happiness can't last forever. I wish it wasn't like that, how I yearn from my heart wishing for another dream where you're by me...but it'll never be. Then there was that day on the fields under the Sakura tree. It was a beautiful day in the spring, we were out on a picnic. I somehow managed to get you out of the house without much trouble. True you did throw a few things at me but never the less I managed. It was sunny, magnificent, and everything was just so magical, as much as I hate that word. We were both happy, laughing, living, and for the first time ever letting the past go and enjoying the present. I remember how much I loved you, I even gave you a cherry blossom. I clearly remember you raising an eyebrow and asking me what the, 'bloody hell' it was. At the end of the day you even admitted that it was fun. But like all good things, they must come to an end. When I turned around and came back...you vanished from my life and never returned. The pain and sorrow just added to it. No matter how long I searched, ventured out in the unknown I never found you, without a trace you were gone. I lost my love and everything I held dear, all in one day my dreams shattered and nightmares began. Dreams were like videotapes they just played out the way they were suppose to...I was stuck in a tragic video. The only thing that gave me hope was the simple treasure, the heart shell on my key chain. Dreams are funny like that, aren't they?
Seth Elliot Ichihara was his name, he'd been living under the fake name as Seto Kaiba. How he hated the life he had been forced to live. He lay in bed thinking to himself of everything that had happened. He had finished high school five years ago back at Domino. Back then he knew his ultimate goals were to beat his rival, be the best, and run his gaming company. But after three years of doing so, he got tired of his life. What was the point, he was a lonely, bitter man who had lost everything he had ever come to hold precious. There was nothing left for him, even the company that meant so much to him back in the past didn't seem to be a big deal to him. So he had decided to take classes for the next two years and move to Italy and go to college. He had joined the Beloit program and chosen to stay at a dorm. He was tired of the city and didn't want anything to do with it anymore. He wanted to go as far away as possible from this wretched city that held so many painful memories.
He had no friends, family or anything. But of course his mind erased it all leaving a dull ache in it's place. He didn't care for such things, they didn't phase him much. He'd been through too much to give a damn about the simple obstacles in life. The only happiness he had was his young brother Mokuba, but of course the world couldn't stop taking family away from him, now could it? It was during the fall Mokuba was on break from school. He came home, greeted Seto, had supper together and watched a movie. Then both of them decided to turn in for the night. He never expected what he'd find in the morning. Seth woke up early and ate breakfast, it was a Saturday so both of them where free for the day. Hours passed as he realized he hadn't heard from Mokuba all morning. He went up the stairs to Mokuba's room and knocked, there was no answer, so he did it again. After a while he decided to go in, he turned the knob and walked in. What he saw made the air hitch in his throat. There lay his brother, in a pool of his own blood, head hanging limply to the side, eyes dull and lifeless. Every time he closes his eyes the image still flashes in front of him even to this day. The only happiness in his life, the only purpose...dead.
Later he found out it had been suicide, his own sweet little brother had been suffering from depression and he had never known about it. From that day on he had absolutely despised himself and never forgave himself for the sins he had committed. He pushed more people out of his life and signed the application for the college, even if he didn't get accepted he wanted to leave the city. There was nothing left for him in the city anymore. First he lost his mother, then father, then his brother...and lastly himself. But now things had changed, all his life he had lived in a daze and did things that were expected of him. The quiet, disciplined, rich, spoiled brat. Now that he was finally going to peruse art, he wasn't Seto Kaiba anymore, he was Seth, the kid who died along his parents in the car accident. It was time he made new dreams. He scoffed at the thought, how foolish to think like that when he knew the outcome. Dreams, it's a joke. He had nothing to lose...
He lay there thinking until Akito came out of the bathroom and looked at him strangely and sat down.
"Hah dude you look like one of those chicks in those chick flicks who have just lost their boyfriends, you been crying?" Was all he said to snap Seth out of his thoughts. He glared at the freak and growled slightly. The bastard had a bold tongue as always. Everything about the British nimrod was still the same. 'Of course he wasn't fucking ok he'd been sitting here crying like a pathetic loser' he thought to himself as he turned away.
"Nothing's wrong, just put on some clothes," he grumbled. Bakura shrugged and took off the towel wearing some shorts and a top. Seth turned around wondering how he could bring up a topic that would lead up to the card he had found. A part of him wanted to scream at Akito and tell me if this was some sick joke. Didn't the albino remember him or was he pretending. But another part just wanted to stay hidden, hoping that Akito truly didn't recognize him. If he was remembered he was afraid he'd go back to who he was before, he was afraid he'd get lost forever. And the bad thing was, he didn't even remember the others true name.
"So do you play any games?" Seth asked quietly as Bakura took a seat on his bed and opened a book. Seth found it impossible since back then Akito always acted like such a child and refused to do good in school...too much had changed.
"Hah sexual games of course I do, who doesn't!?" he simply said with a cackle.
Seth groaned and felt like hitting something.
"Anything in particular you like?"
"Well there's one called Dildo In the Haystack!"
Final. Fucking. Straw.
"How bout duel monsters?" This got Bakura's attention, he looked up to Seth with a glaze over his eyes. Those two simple words had surprised him, he hadn't heard them in a long time.
"Who wants to fucking know..? he finally said in between clenched teeth. Seth nodded a confused with the way the other man was acting.
"Who were your friends? Any enemies?" He asked. Bakura simply laughed, "hah no I don't, friends are for weaklings. As for enemies I had only one, but I don't remember him," he answered not realizing that he was holding the book upside down. Seth got up and left, leaving Bakura in the room.
How ironic the person he had searched for all over the planet didn't even seem to recall who he was. This is why he should've never remembered. He was so pissed off he just wanted to punch something. Yes, just go and leave the country without telling him, that was the smartest things to do. He knew Bakura and him had never gotten along, but he didn't have to leave like that. No calls, emails, letters, or anything. Everything had changed in Seth's life, he was hoping that at least some things, even one, thing would've stayed the same. After hours of aimless wondering he missed the last two classes, including Bakura who was sitting in the room with a daze hair dripping wet. Seth walked back and saw him in the same position as he left him. He rolled his eyes and walked over tapping the other's shoulder.
"You'll get a cold-" before the words even left his mouth, Bakura grabbed his wrist and shoved him in the ground taking a seat on his back.
"Don't you ever fucking dare touch me again!" He hissed in Seth's ear. "Understood?!" Seth growled, "yes yes now get off." Bakura let go of his wrist and stood up helping Seth up, ironically. Something fell from Seth's pocket which Bakura hoped was a condom so he could blackmail the idiot with. To his distaste it wasn't, it was just a stupid picture. He bent over and picked it up turning to look at it. What he saw, crushed him in more ways than the death of his family. There he was, sitting in between his lover's legs, both of them smiling with joy. Memories flushed back as he started recalling things on the last day of his stay in Domino City. Confessions, tears, kisses, flowers. Tears started to well up in his eyes as he dropped the photo and backed off like an injured animal.
Seth notices this and picked it up with a frown. He saw the image and took in a sharp breath looking at Bakura, who was currently shaking with either rage or sadness. He walked over and dismissed what the man had said and gently touched his shoulder.
"Kura...you alight?" Seth asked. Bakura looked up with so much anger and hatred it made Seth flinch and back up. The whole atmosphere of the room changed to high intensity as he got up and left without another word to Seth. He walked down the hall fighting back the tears, trying not to be pathetic. How could he have been so stupid?! He stopped and punched a hole in a wall panting heavily. How could he have not recognized his own abandoned lover.
Without any more strength left, he fell to his knees and started sobbing. From losing everything, losing himself, losing his lover. So much pain was hitting him like a thousand knives at once. Seth was sitting on his bed with the picture clutched in his hand. Why couldn't the picture have stayed buried in his pocket the way their memories had been for years. So now both of them knew each other's identities. Now what? Things would most definitely never go back to normal. It'd be too weird, but Seth still wanted to confront him and ask questions that he had bottled up over the years.
After hours of waiting, there was no sign of Bakura so Seth went to bed. A little past midnight Bakura made his way back to the dorm. He felt the same way he always did after crying, void of all feelings, physically and mentally exhausted. He didn't care how things were, he walked in and shut the door. He stumbled over to his bed and collapsed falling asleep immediately. That night both of them dreamed of their happy past and what had ruined it. Why had Bakura left, why had everyone died, was their love not strong enough, did they not fight enough...but they both knew that they had given up without a fight. There was only so much long a person could hold on before giving up and falling into the abyss of darkness and pain. For Bakura and Seth it was different, why had they stopped?
Bakura had suffered long and hard after losing his family back in Egypt, he wanted revenge and both times he failed. So he stopped dwelling on it and tried to look forward. But of course his attitude didn't change. He was bitter cold, harsh, distant, aloof, suspicious, dishonest, and untrustworthy. How someone not he after going through what he endured. Countless hours of physical and mental torture, killing, losses...oh so many things. The heart ache he had to bare. But when he had actually gotten to know Seth the other man had the ability to make him forget everything. He truly loved the idiot who was always oblivious to things. He remembered clearly that on his birthday Seth had gave him a card, there was only one copy in the entire world. It was a lonesome figure standing in front of a pyramid looking wounded and hurt, but if summoned with the mystical priest it would be the strongest and most unbeatable pair on the field. But he was scared and didn't want to be hurt...he left the city and moved to England staying in an old mansion Ryou used to live in. That wasn't the only thing, he needed time to think about certain things. Every single day, he suffered regret and loneliness. How missed he could go back into his lover's protective arms. He wasn't a sappy romantic person nor was he into shit like that. But with that heartless bastard it was different. So his brain had started automatically erasing certain things leaving behind a dull ache and blur in it's path.
As for Seth his reasons were different but similar. It was true, he had loved Bakura with everything and all his heart. But what had forced him to stop looking was the experience from his past. Like Bakura he had lost his family at a young age. His mother and father had both died in a car accident, while his brother and him had managed to survive. His mother died immediately, but his father survived long enough to make Seth promise to look after Mokuba. Some good that did, his brother ended up dying anyway. After years of countless abuse and rape from his adoptive father Gozaburo, Seth finally took over the company and killed the bastard. During the years he made some friends, battled some weird ass shit, killed people, got turned to stone, and so much more. But what hurt him was when he dated a girl, she was a great girl, beautiful, smart, witty, and strong. He was going to propose to her even though they were young but before he could, she broke up with him...just like that. Apparently their relationship was sad, boring, and Seth was too bitter, but of course that wasn't all. Seth laughed at it after thinking about it. She was just another hooker there to steal his money and shatter him. Like he wasn't fucked up and broken already. After a few years after high school he let go of all of that, except his brother's death which he still blamed himself for it. He was still bitter, cold, hurt, broken, rude, harsh, and insane...he lived life but there was no one to comfort him when he needed it. It was true people said he was strong, but for how long, and for who. He just couldn't hold on anymore. So his mind started easing things.
Then there was that summer when they both bumped into each other. Neither recalled how their conversation had started but they were sure it was plans of the pharaoh's demise. They sat at the park talking like old friends. Bakura wasn't after revenge anymore.
"You're not gonna hand me another eyeball in hopes I go to Egypt so you'll fulfill your revenge are ya?" Bakura clearly remembered Seth asking with a smirk. How they had laughed together and for a moment they were able to let their pasts go. From that moment on they knew they loved each other, there was no need to confess. Their actions, words, and eyes said everything. The happiness they shared was evident. Everyone could see it, feel it, and couldn't ignore it. When they were together everything was different, they changed to their old sides that no one knew about. They brought the best out from each other. But like all good relationships there are always going to be jealous bystanders who wanted others to suffer. Through the short time they were together they faced obstacles from whore, sluts, hookers, monsters, and even friends. But they didn't pay a single thought to it nor did they give any fucks. Even to Seth's distaste, Bakura killed some of them...then there came the cold rainy day. Bakura woke up with a start and started packing up like a maniac. He took a few things, shoved it in his bag, and ran off.
That was the last time they both saw or touched each other. The last picture they took together was the only under the Sakura tree in which Seth still possessed. Seth called and searched for days. He wasn't ever the same after that, shut himself off completely from the world. They both came into this institute in hopes of forgetting the past, moving on with their lives, and doing something great. But like faith would have it, they just happened to go to the same place and have the same room and classes. Just when things were going back to normal...never again! They lost each other once and once was enough. They would win each other back even if it meant death. Both of them determinedly came up with this solution in their half asleep states...if they lost...it'd be the end of them...and their pathetic miserable lives...
Heres the second chapter, I'm gonna update quickly cause...well just because. Read and enjoy my kitty cats!
