A General Note - Right, from now on I will be introducing different perspectives into the text. The first one will be Kaiba's journal entries and then there'll be Joey's mind ramblings while he sketches from the next chapter onwards. These changes will occur within chapters and so I want to explain how I'm going to indicate the changes.
xXx - This means that the next voice will be an excerpt from Seto's journal.
- - - Will show when Joey is speaking.
o o o - A return to normal 3rd person narration.
If you can't remember this however, don't worry. It should be pretty clear who is saying what unless I don't want it to be!
Also I want to thank Growing Pain for all his/her help and reviews. And Girlo and of course Crystal-Nimrodel!
Anyway, let the show, as it were, go on…
Chapter 5 - Dreamers
I am walking down a long corridor. Someone is behind me, Joey? When I turn around there is no-one there and the corridor stretches out in an equal distance behind me, but I smile because I know now that he's there. The world around me is monochromatic, I look down and I seem to be wearing my Gym kit.
I can hear a voice. Someone is shouting or screaming or laughing, I cannot tell which. I begin to run, chasing the voice until I come to a door on the right hand side. Opening the door the voice becomes louder and I feel my expression brighten as I recognise it. Putting my hand on the door handle I step inside.
At first it is bright, too bright for me to see anything at all, but my eyes begin to focus on his face as I grow accustomed to it. It's Joey and suddenly we're back in the Gymnasium again. He's dismounting the High Bar but this time he lands on a mat instead of disappearing into a pit. His face is concentrated but happy. He glances over in my direction and grins at me, his amber eyes locked onto mine. Something in that look says: "Watch this". Like I wouldn't anyway?
As he goes into a cartwheel I realise he is shirtless, but I can only really see him from behind again. He's making his way towards me, in rolls and flips and impossible tumbles. It's like he weighs nothing, or we're in outer space. I feel my heart clench in my chest as he suddenly stops in front of me, face upturned to mine, flushed, his brow damp, exhausted but beaming with happiness. Without even thinking about it I put my hand on his shoulder.
"You were amazing Joe."
He grins, his eyes so warm I feel as if my own might melt. "I couldn't do it without you." He whispers, putting his hand on my cheek.
My hand slips up onto his neck; I can feel his perspiration on my fingertips, scalding hot. My arm snakes around his waist and I pull him tight against me, faces inches apart. We stand there, breathing hard, eyes flickering over one another's faces, and then our lips lock together.
I wrenched myself awake, gasping for air as if I were drowning, aware of the stinging of my fingertips. The bed sheet is smeared with blood from where I clutched at it, reopening the cuts from that sodding wire. I could feel the throbbing of my blood within my veins, my heart pounding as though I would die. There's a roaring in my ears still. My confusion is utter, the fact is undeniable.
I want Joey Wheeler.
o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o
Joey was sitting in his living room. It was one o'clock in the morning but his sketch was finally complete. He propped it up against the bookcase and stepped back, pushing his hair from his face and smearing his forehead with charcoal in the process. He was really proud this one. It was almost tactile: you could feel the calves tapering into the elegant ankles, the thighs disappearing into the shorts. That shirt, soft and rippling over his shoulders, the face glancing back over it with the tiniest hint of a 'come hither'.
"Wait a minute…did I even put that in there?"
Joey leant forward to peer into the eyes, rubbing his chin with his hand and leaving a glorious black smudge that could easily have been mistaken for facial hair if it wasn't in such contrast with the golden mane that crowned his head. He squinted, he stared, he examined but it the look was undeniably there. Joey felt something squeeze inside of him as he looked into those eyes. To actually be able to study the features, even though he'd drawn them himself, gave him a good insight into his rival. The line of the eyes and the mouth were capable of expressing emotion even if Joey had never been allowed to see it. This was a face that could laugh or cry. Joey wondered what that would look like.
"Ugh! Come on Joe, this is Seto Kaiba! Not some random stranger you can pretend has a great personality. You already know he's a jerk." He muttered to himself as he slouched off to the bathroom.
After washing his face and pulling off his clothes into a heap on the floor, Joey lay on his bed in his boxers, one hand behind his head and the other on his stomach. Something in that picture wouldn't leave his mind. There was something so compelling in the eyes and the turn of the mouth. Could he really be thinking this way about Kaiba? He'd have to be some kind of moron. After all they were rivals, the whole world knew it. Not to mention that he was a jerk. To think of the way he'd treated them, no to mention all those idiotic girls who liked him. That and he was a jerk.
And yet he couldn't stop the pictures before his eyes: Kaiba with Mokuba, when there had been tenderness in those eyes; Kaiba defeated with that look as if the whole world had ended. He'd often thought of Kaiba's eyes being like balls of ice - frozen and piercing, but he had seen tenderness there. Could he ever look at Joey in that way?
"Geez what does it matter it's only a freakin' crush." He moaned as he rolled off the bed and went to get into his pyjamas.
He had at least admitted that it was a crush.
No moaners about this one - I write in the present when I write down my dreams, and I figured Seto would too. It helps me remember them. Nyer.
Poor Seto's fingers. I also feel sorry for the housemaid who'll have to wash his bloody bedclothes.
I don't own Yugioh or any of this. Waa.
New Chapter will be up ASAP!