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Life hurts sometimes, Jounouchi Katsuya observed quietly. And sometimes it just isn't fair. And sometimes, it doesn't deserve a name.
Katsuya had not spoken or signed a word in four weeks. His remaining finger and arm casts had been removed, along with his leg casts, during which proceedures he'd barely cooperated. He'd already missed eight speech therapy sessions, and he was slowly loosing all feeling in his legs. Everyone was worried about him, Yugi, in fact, was so distraught over Katsuya's behaviour that he'd taken to pulling out large chunks of his hair every few minutes.
Katsuya, no matter how much it pained him to say so, could not find it in himself to care. He wasn't ready, and he had pretty much forgotten how to do anything other than sleep anyway.
It was becoming difficult for him to open his eyes.
Yet, somehow, Kaiba Seto had managed to throw himself into a greater state of insanity. At least, that's what everyone assumed. No one had seen hide nor tail of the genious since his lover had screamed his memories into the grand hall of Kaiba Mansion, and the door to his personal rooms was bolt locked. Kaiba Corp. was being monitored, (said Mokuba's limited-access company computer) and money was still being placed into worker paychecks, but the CEO's milky-white, tear-streaked face four weeks ago was the last thing that had been seen of him.
Understandably, people were concerned. Well, Yugi was practically vomiting with worry, the maids were so upset that they could be seen crying while dusting the playroom, Mokuba wasn't seen without deep circles beneath his eyes, and Yami could often been seen and heard slamming on Seto's bedroom doors, promising pain when the CEO finally came out. Calls of, "You selfish bastard, he needs you," and "What, Seto, have you decided to become anorexic? I know that you won't allow food withing one hundred meters of this foyer. What the fuck is wrong with you?!" could be heard several times a day.
Faint whispers of "Please..." were also not rare occurences.
This is a short chapter. My shortest. I also haven't updated in a year. Good for me, getting back on track before Lent. (I'm giving up fanfiction. ;D) My writing style has changed, and it is four minutes to midnight and I don't want to do one of those talky thingies. I know that many of my old readers won't touch this story, and I don't blame them.
I'm sorry for the many delays. On another note, there will also be no 'second half' of chapter three. It now officially stands alone. D
Thank you.