"Mutt, are you sure you can you do this on your own?" A voice asked with an obviously doubtful tone.
"Y-Yeah of course I am. Give me some credit Rich boy. It's not like I can't take care of myself," a different less certain voice replied.
Narrowed blue orbs slanted further at the blonde currently leaning tensely against the sink. Seto kept his arms crossed firmly over his chest as he exchanged glances with Joey and then back to the shower. "Actually Wheeler, in your situation that's exactly what it's like," he contradicted him.
Joey frowned glaring irritatedly at the floor, "Oh shut it," he grumbled aloud.
Seto closed his eyes and released a repressed sigh of aggravation, "Look the only reason I'm asking is because we both know what happened in the hallway," he reminded the blonde who flushed in embarrassment. "And I doubt that either of us want to repeat that incident any time soon," he confirmed assuredly.
He opened his eyes hesitantly and peered over at the blonde youth, "And this situation will be a whole lot more awkward if you end up falling over. Since..you know you'll be in the shower...and you'll be naked," he added causing the duelist's cheeks to become an even darker shade of pink.
Joey coughed and cleared his throat, "Look I'll be fine. Just tell me where everything is now so I know where to feel around for it," he instructed the elder brunette. Seto stared at the other; trying to figure out if he should even be letting Joey do this in the first place, before he released a sigh and shrugged his shoulders in defeat, "Fine," he breathed rolling his eyes.
He sauntered forward and placed his hand in between the younger boy's shoulder blades. Joey, out of habit, grew rigid beneath the expected but still foreign touch of his caretaker. Seto ignored the reaction, passing it off as exactly what it was; a nervous habit. He pushed the golden haired youth forward; guiding him into the small box of the shower before drawing his hand back to his side.
Joey blinked when he felt the warm weight lift off his back and disappear. His eyes shifted in lethargic questioning motions that even he knew wouldn't make a difference. "Well..go on and feel around," Seto told him, imitating the Wheeler with a slightly mocking motion with his hand before crossing his arms again.
Joey pouted; easily sensing the jeer like tone in the Kaiba's voice. In spite of this Joey reached forward and laid his palms flat against the tiled surface of the wall.
Seto watched attentively as Joey slid his hands against the surfaces of the shower, "Huh...pretty small," he muttered aloud. Seto blinked incredulously at this, "Excuse me," he prompted in a slightly defensive tone. Joey shrugged a shoulder, "Well knowing you Moneybags, I would have thought you'd have like a huge shower," he explained with a small smirk.
Seto glared at him, "Trust me I have various sizes; however, just because I'm wealthy that doesn't mean that I buy things that I don't need." he stated crossly. Joey glanced around merely out of a routine that he hadn't yet become accustomed to being without. "Alright alright," he droned easily. "You don't need to get so defensive," he reproved the other mildly.
Seto widened his eyes softly at this. Him getting defensive? How absurd!
Joey finally placed his hands back at his sides, "Alright I think I'm okay with this," he informed the other. Seto nodded curtly to this, "There are towels on the wall to your right," he notified him performing an unneeded inclination with his head. Joey offhandedly glanced to the side; murmuring out a small sound of confirmation.
"And soap is on your right and shampoo is on your left," he instructed. Joey glanced around, "Exactly what are these things on Moneybags?" he inquired lifting his brows. Seto huffed inaudibly, "On the bench moron," he replied. Joey muttered something and turned a little in his space; trying to decide where he should guess to feel around for this bench. Seto rolled his eyes and stepped forward; grabbing the shorter boys shoulder and turning him in the appropriate direction.
Joey felt his face flush faintly when he felt the CEO's hand wrapped firmly around his shoulder, "Again Mutt, soap is-"
"On the right, shampoo's on the left," Joey picked up mechanically; showing the brunette that he had indeed been paying attention to his instructions. Seto made a soft sound but said nothing else as he led the boy out of the shower.
"That should be all you need then," Seto breathed out. "I'll turn the water on and then you can..do whatever," he muttered side stepping past the blonde to tilt the silver lever around so that the water began to spray from the nozzle, and then set the temperature.
He stepped back and looked over the duelist, "That's everything...I'll be waiting outside if you should need any help," he enlightened him in a surprisingly civil timbre. The two stood there in an uneasy stalemate until Seto finally walked out and shut the door behind him with a certain uncomfortable stiffness lingering in his stance.
Joey remained still until he heard the soft click of the door closing snugly against the frame that signified he was alone.
He released a long breath that he felt he had been holding in for ages. "Finally some nice alone time," he smiled to himself. He still had that weird itching anxiety that he would fall or run into something, but he wasn't about to give into his anxieties. That wasn't what Joey Wheeler was about after all, Joey Wheeler was about facing his problems head on.
Joey closed his eyes while he slipped off the black shirt that Kaiba had allowed him to borrow, "I'll be fine," he assured himself. "It's not like I haven't done this a dozen times," he breathed.
/Yeah, but back then you could still see./
He let the shirt drop to the floor figuring he'd worry about it later or let Kaiba take care of it for him.
Joey's eyes flickered open when the thought registered in his mind however. What was he thinking? Joey shook his head as he bent his knee's to grope around for the shirt he had just dropped. He wasn't some toddler that couldn't pick up after themselves. He scooped up the item and stood; sighing in a low voice as he leaned over so that he could place it on, what felt like, the counter.
Joey's mind began to wander; towards the thoughts he had warned himself to forget and continued to undress himself.
/Just because it feels like he's treating you this way that doesn't make him your brother. He's not your brother./ he scolded himself mentally. /You heard what he said; you're a responsibility. Kaiba doesn't care about you like he cares about Mokuba. You're just imagining it. He treats you nothing like a younger brother./
Joey knew it was probably true, but for some reason his logic didn't really stick with him. He discarded the rest of his clothing and stepped into the shower; allowing the soothing feeling of the water spraying down on him to calm his nerves.
Kaiba wasn't like him...Kaiba didn't take on the older brother role for everyone like he did. He took over that role for one person, and that person was Mokuba..not Joey. Kaiba didn't like Joey...so it was impossible that he could act brotherly or parental toward him.
Joey closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his dampening hair; pushing back his messy bangs so they wouldn't stick to his face. He turned his head and reached behind his back hesitantly; feeling to his left for the item he had been told was in that direction.
Soon his fingers found the solid surface and wrapped around the slender bottle; bringing it up so that the teen could squirt the gooey product onto his hand. Joey set the bottle back down before rubbing his hands together and running them both through his hair.
He sighed delightedly; relishing in the pleasant sensation that washed over his body when he worked his fingers through his blonde locks. He had to admit that this shower was definitely way overdue in his opinion. He proceeded to massage his palms against his scalp and carded his foamy fingers through his tangled tresses before he felt satisfied.
He washed the gemini appendages beneath the warm water, subsequently extended his hand behind himself; searching on the right side this time until he grabbed a thicker bottle. He squirted the cool gel onto his palm and placed the container back on the small built in bench.
"Well this is certainly easier than I thought it would be," Joey muttered aloud pleasantly. He kneaded his hands together and began lathering the rest of his body. As he came close to finishing this task the blonde couldn't help but take notice of how warm it was starting to get.
He passed this off; however, as nothing and stepped beneath the spray of the water again to wash the soap off his body. He released a calm breath; taking comfort in the consistency of the routine. Once Joey was sure he had gotten all the soap off his skin he gingerly turned around and tipped his head back; allowing the water to rinse out the foamy substance in his hair.
Joey's eyes fell shut as began to methodically work his hands through his hair while the water soaked out the shampoo. It was when Joey had to cough in order to breath in the air did he realize how warm the shower had become.
Not only was the water hot, but now the very air around him felt humid.
It was thick and dense so he could barely inhale it without having to cough. Joey blinked a few times suddenly feeling light headed on his feet. When that wave hit him he decided that he definitely needed to get out before it got any worse. Joey slowly turned himself back around and groped the tiled exterior in front of him until he felt a damp handle. He twisted it to one side, but jumped immediately when he felt the spray come down harder on him.
He shuddered, instinctively, moving away from the roughness while he turned the lever in the opposite direction. To his relief the water shut off. However, this didn't relieve him at all of the humidity that was the one thing getting to him.
He released a soft moan while he reached around till he came to a cold surface that gave way beneath his fingertips. His damp lashes fluttered drowsily against his flushed cheeks as he shakily stepped out of the shower and outstretched his hand to the right for the towels that he had been told of.
He pulled the soft material towards him and rubbed it over his hair quickly before wrapping it clumsily around his waist. He knew that he had turned the water off and he was no longer trapped in the small capacity, but the heat this time would not subside.
The damage had already been done.
He stumbled forward releasing a fearful, but shaky moan as he caught himself before he could slip and fall. He reached to his side; desperately trying to feel around for a wall or a counter or anything he could use to steady himself.
To his dismay all he felt was air brushing against his wet skin. His lips parted and he strained to call out to the one person he knew was in reach, but his voice failed him far too quickly. Barely a whisper could escape Joey's throat before his lashes fluttered again and his body began to feel fuzzy.
He tried to focus on keeping his feet on the ground but for some reason...he couldn't even feel his feet on the ground anymore. It felt like his entire body was just floating; like his brain was completely detached. In a strange instant Joey thought hours might have passed by.
He thought perhaps that he was already in his bedroom, that Kaiba might have already helped him. But these thoughts disappeared when through the hazy darkness surrounding the boy, it felt as though everything was tilting on an invisible axis.
Once more Joey felt like hours had gone by and that this strange tilting sensation was being dragged on. This notion vanished however, when through the fog Joey felt and almost heard a very dull...very faint 'thud'.
He still couldn't feel his body, but it felt as though his mind had suddenly been jolted by that very simple thud. Without warning his mind raced with questions and realization began to cloud over the numbing daze that consumed him.
/Wait a second. Am...am I on the floor! ?/
...
Seto leaned his back against the wall peripheral to the bathroom door and relaxed against it. The sunlight coming through the large windows on the exterior to his right caught the tint of his iris's and set the crescent crystal tints aglow within the cobalt spheres.
More than anything Seto wished that he could get rid of the worry that was nagging inside his chest. For some odd reason the feeling would always arise every time he was away from the Mutt. Strangely it wasn't just sometimes, it was every time he left Joey alone.
If there was a door, or a hallway, or a room, or hell a distance that separated them Seto would feel that nagging return.
Why did he have to care? Why! Why did he have to care so fricken much about the Dog!
Seto groaned quietly while resting the back of his head against the dark blue plaster wall of the blonde's room. It aggravated him to no end the way his heart would jolt every time he heard the muffled water splashing behind the door. He absolutely hated the way the awful, probably way too over dramatic, scenarios kept popping up in his head every time he let his mind wander too far.
God but the thing he despised the most was the way his overworked nerves and mind would relax so easily every time he heard the faint muddled sound of Joey's voice from the other side of the door.
Seto huffed softly in attempts to relax himself, but this did little to pacify him. He rolled his eyes at this and urged his tensed figure to relax and slacken against the surface he was propped up on. Very slowly his body obeyed him and his irritated expression settled; his shoulders rolled back, and his arms became looser in their crossed position.
The brunette continued to stare up at the ceiling, "Why am I acting so childish?" he mildly reprimanded himself not feeling nearly as aggravated as he thought he would. That didn't make too much sense, after all Seto had spent years of his life disciplining himself against behaviors such as this. To allow himself to slip up so easily should have frustrated him more.
The blue eyed prodigy sighed leisurely through his nose. Perhaps relaxing was just becoming easier for him now that his rivals or...rival couldn't see him when he did drop his guard in these subtle ways.
Seto distributed more of his weight in opposition to the wall; sinking his shoulders down as he blew out a soft breath that ruffled his bangs, "Either that or Wheeler's mood swings are starting to rub off on me," he muttered out bluntly in an effort to amuse himself.
Seto closed his eyes having all but given up on trying to figure out why he was the way that he was. Barely a second after he did this Seto heard the water change and then stop all at once. He briefly cracked one eye open; glancing toward the door calmly before closing it again and relaxing against the exterior.
At least now he should be able to unwind and stop worrying that Joey was going to hurt himself or something like -
THUD!
Seto's entire body jerked upon the sound; prompting his eyes to abruptly snap open and grow wide in a stunned alertness. He rapidly registered what the loudness implied and pushed himself off the wall; hurriedly throwing the door open to see what the cause of the noise was.
His eyes grew larger and his brow furrowed when he was met with the sight of Joey laying on the ground, half naked and soaking wet. For some reason it didn't occur to Seto at that moment that rushing to your self proclaimed enemy's side so quickly didn't necessarily go along with the cold persona he had formed over the years.
"What the hell," Seto hissed in a low tone as he knelt down next to the red eyed duelist. The blonde's body was damp and flushed all over; his cheeks especially, which had been dusted in a much too dark, for Seto's liking, shade of scarlet. The teenager was laying on his side; limp and breathing heavily. His partially dried golden hair fell haphazardly over his face and across the dampening white tiled floor. Seto leaned over his rival and gently lowered his hand to press the backs of his fingers against the child's blazing skin.
A frown appeared on the pale teens countenance and a worry that he had no time or will to suppress filled his eyes. His flesh was scorching and his face felt clammy in all the wrong places. He cursed underneath his breath softly and carefully slipped his hands beneath the blonde's body to turn him onto his back.
...
Joey's mind continued to race at a mile per minute as he tried to assess the situation he was in, unsuccessfully. Although his mind had been half jolted into reality everything around him was still dark and surreal. He still couldn't feel or hear anything other than the vague blurred soundlessness of his own thoughts.
Quite frankly he was still trying to figure out why the hell he was on the ground. Since for some reason this fact seemed to take precedence over all the other ones.
/I'm on the fucking floor! Why am I on the floor!/
Though everything remained numb Joey could still feel the sensation somewhat akin to being turned over. Which still didn't make sense since he couldn't feel anyone touching him. He was able to tell that he was..or he had to be laying on his back.
For a third time it felt like hours were going by and Joey had no one or anything around him to tell him otherwise.
/What the fuck! What's going on! Why am I on the ground!/
...
Seto gazed down at the others face worriedly; placing the back of his hand against the blonde's neck, cheeks, and forehead. Everywhere was hot, hotter than the last place Seto felt, each one hotter than they should be.
He kept the cooler surface of his hand pressed against the side of the blonde's neck; waiting to see if he was showing any signs of even remotely responding. He released a troubled breath and wondered vaguely if he should drive the teenager to the hospital or something.
His brow creased faintly, "Come on," he whispered.
"Wheeler...Wheeler wake up," he said softly.
...
Joey was sure that hours must have passed by then. Although, he couldn't necessarily be sure when he couldn't feel anything and therefore had no sense of time.
Suddenly through the lack of feeling, sight, and sound Joey began to hear a gentle..very muted voice. He groaned softly trying to hone in on it long enough so that he could make out the words. The sounds were too quiet and the letters of all the words kept filtering in and out of Joey's ears.
"W..W-e.."
/What?/
Joey groaned wearily as the voice became clearer and abruptly he was able to feel the faintest sensation against the bare skin of his neck.
"W..Wh...Wheeler...Wheeler wake up. Come on wake up."
/Wake up? Am I supposed to be...waking up? I'm asleep?/
...
Seto continued chanting in whispers to the half conscious blonde teenager. Exhorting and urging him to awaken from his strange slumber. Finally after a few minutes of coaxing; Joey's face twisted subtly and he released a barely audible moan.
The brunette's heart skipped a beat and a repressed form of assuagement consumed him. "Good, come on...open your eyes." he urged the boy in a tone no more higher than the light sound of a whisper.
/Well...I guess I should be opening my eyes then./
Joey moaned in an enervated manner and lethargically opened his eyes; obeying the un-embodied noise. Although everything was just as dark as it had been before Joey could now feel the weight of his body returning to him. Sounds that had faded filtered back through his ears and the heat that he had completely forgotten overwhelmed him.
Seto released a sigh of relief when drowsy half lidded ruby orbs revealed themselves past dark sable lashes; scarlets stained the entire iris barely permitting any other shade to appear as the large pupil dilated languidly. Seto's tense figure finally relaxed and the rapid beating of his heart carefully began to settle.
He reached down and pressed his middle and pointer finger against the underside of the blonde's wrist. Joey blinked lazily and his brow creased in confusion, "W-What?" he murmured rolling his head to the side at feeling the vaguely tight grip on his wrist.
Seto peered fleetingly at the youth's face while he checked his pulse.
He lifted his other wrist up; nudging aside his sleeve so that he could compare the ticking red hand on his watch to the rhythm of the younger duelist's heart beat. After a minute or so, Seto was satisfied with the others, slightly off, beats and released his wrist.
Since the brunette was now sure that Joey was alright, he felt the relief and worry give way to a strange kind of...anger. What was weird about it was that he wasn't really...angry...it felt like he was worried. So worried that he honestly had no other way to express it in any other form than an emotion that imitated rage.
His soft baby blue sphere's grew darker; tainting the lightness with a much more violent hue, as they narrowed toward the blonde who was still rather fatigued against the wet tiles. The 'concern in rage's clothing' bubbled within his stomach; rising to his chest and thrashing inside of him so fiercely that he was almost positive that something was going to just rip off a part of him in a vicious attempt to escape his vessel. In spite of the foreign fire raging inside of him, Seto mindfully slid his hands beneath the Junior's body; careful not to move him too quickly lest he upset his seemingly delicate condition even more.
Joey felt the contact and feverishly protested; vainly attempting to squirm away from the others touch, which held firm despite his struggling.
"God damn it Wheeler," Seto cursed while he lifted the younger one up from the ground. He held the trembling slender frame securely against his chest; secretly fearing that something would happen if he didn't. "Why did I let you convince me that you could do this yourself," he hissed frustratedly. Joey's lashes fluttered against his cheeks as he was pressed up against something drastically more solid than his own body. The surface was rather warm, but...surprisingly cooler than his own temperature. It was that duly noted fact that made Joey lean closer to the force, while subconsciously listening to his rival's less than pleasant tone of voice.
"That's it. From now on you're not doing this by yourself," he stated with an austere tone of finality.
Even in his dazed state of mind Joey still caught that promise loud and clear. Instinctively he nudged his head against an unknown soft material in a distressed manner and whined out a wordless complaint, which was quickly silenced by the brunette holding him.
"No." The older CEO snapped at him sternly; stopping Joey from saying anything else that even resembled a challenge to the brunette's authority. "Look I don't care if you don't like it or not , you can't do these things on your own." he declared. "I was trying to give you some room and let you have some independence, but obviously I can't do that."
Joey's mind was beginning to fade in and out of consciousness, the only thing keeping him alert being the sound of Seto's voice talking to him. Although even the sound of Seto's voice at one point couldn't help hold off the weariness he was feeling. However, one of the key things he picked up on while listening to the prodigy's lecture was the undertone that offered hopeful confirmation to his suspicions.
/...If that isn't how a parent...or an older brother talks to their kid or their sibling, than I don't know how they do./
The thought was nothing more than a fleeting notion in his scrambled subconscious, but the message it held still became deeply rooted within the blonde's mind. Inadvertently, Seto had given Joey the one thing he had never known he had been lacking.
Seto promptly began walking back towards the threshold leading to Joey's room; leaving the mess of water behind until he had the youth taken care of. "This stupid independence thing of yours stops now. I'm not going to let you hurt yourself just so you can keep your damn pride!"
Seto abruptly felt the anger slowly fade from his system; leaving him feeling passive and oddly...full but unsatisfied. Yelling at people normally felt good...it should feel good that he was yelling at Joey right now. Then again...if he was really angry..he would never have said 'why did I'.
He hadn't been yelling at Joey. All he had done was reprimand himself for allowing Joey to get hurt the way he did.
Seto glanced down at the golden haired teen, who appeared to have fallen asleep on him again, and looked back up at the ceiling and sighed. There it was again..that weird lack of irritation for allowing himself to reveal so many repressed emotions and behaviors.
Seto peered down at the ruby eyed duelist with a seemingly tired expression, "It's a good thing you can't see me," he whispered quietly.
The tall brunette slowly walked to the youth's bed and laid him down. He strode back into the bathroom; grabbing a second towel and throwing a third onto the large puddle on the ground. "That will keep it in one place until I get back," he muttered walking back to the bedroom area. He returned to the shorter boy's bedside and sat down on it; carefully maneuvering the teen so that he was propped up against his chest. He grabbed the towel that he had retrieved and began to dry the teen's upper body, which was dampened with a mixture of water and sweat. Every so often he would elicit a subdued moan or a quiet whimper from his charge, but other than the occasional sound the other didn't stir from his deep slumber.
Seto sighed indistinctly as he proceeded to strip the boy of the towel around his waist, which was pretty much soaked, and covered him back up with the towel he had been using. The brunette's eyes slipped shut for a moment as he took in a deep breath and exhaled tiredly. As he re-opened them he laid the blonde back on the mattress and grabbed the discarded towel.
His movements were merely automatic at this point as he traveled back into the bathroom to pick up the rest of the Wheeler's clothes...which were technically his anyways. After that he walked out of the boy's room and traveled up the staircase. His pace was swift but still lax as he journeyed to the laundry room to put the bundle of clothes into the washing machine.
His eagerness to return to the blind duelist's presence urged him forward, but the knowledge that Joey was okay held back a majority of his anxious movements.
Shortly after the CEO had finished starting the wash; Seto took a moment to assess his own appearance. Holding Joey in order to take him back to his room and kneeling down in the bathroom before had successfully gotten his pants and his shirt sufficiently wet. He respired wearily and pushed himself off the edge of the machine. He made his way down the hallway to his room while running his fingers through his chocolate colored locks.
The calming action did little to alleviate his fatigued mind though.
The passiveness he felt wasn't all that normal for him. Sure he was used to being tired and he was used to being calm...but he was never like this in these types of situations. Right now he should be cold, aloof, and perhaps a little bit tense.
Not calm, exhausted, and...concerned.
The prodigy shook his head mildly as he entered his room. He began to carelessly discard his previous attire in exchange for a long sleeved button up black shirt and dark blue jeans. He leaned over his dresser and started rummaging through his drawers; knowing that he had to find something else for the Mutt to wear.
He couldn't just leave him in nothing but a towel after all.
...
Apparently helping Joey into those clothes was the hard part. Dressing him was like trying to get clothes onto 136 pound rag doll.
However, after about 10 minutes or so Seto had succeeded in getting the younger into a pair of grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt.
Sadly since Seto was much bigger than Joey the clothes were still loose and...well big on him.
Seto shrugged at the thought, "Better than nothing," he murmured to himself. The blue eyed CEO wrapped the still feverish Wheeler in blankets seeing as his temperature wasn't fading whatsoever. The pale prodigy walked up to the windowed wall and stared at the sky briefly before drawing the indigo curtains closed; shrouding the room in an artificial night.
Finally, with all the tasks accomplished, the brunette pulled up a chair and sat beside the blonde's bed; watching as his flushed lips parted and his chest gently rose and fell beneath the sheets.
Seto propped his elbows on his knee's and loosely entwined his pale fingers together; leaning forward to rest against the joined appendages as his blue eyes remained trained on the sleeping figure. The crystal flecks faded and were consumed by the cobalt oceans once the curtains were drawn and the sun extinguished, but the cobalt surplus was ever so slowly halved with sapphire crescents that took over the other half of the iris.
Twin brows grew closer together and downy chocolate strands fell across the prodigy's forehead; stray locks shading portions of the youth's eyes.
The close proximity helped Seto's growing anxiety little. Instead it grew like a small flame as he awaited with a strange eagerness for Joey to wake back up. The glowing heat grew larger as oxygen was continuously added, while Seto kept thinking over the real reason his unease was so great.
It was because he couldn't find out how to turn his worry off.
He was sitting right next to Joey...and yet the worry wouldn't stop. The worry compelled him to stay more than the fear of the emotion did. He couldn't leave because he needed to stay there and watch over the younger boy. He needed to because he had to...because...maybe he wanted to. After all it wasn't some written rule that he had to sit here until Joey woke up. Technically he had done everything that was necessary of him and had made sure that Joey was stable. Technically, he wasn't obligated to do anything more...there was nothing stopping him from walking out of this room. He was there because he wanted to be...because he needed and had to be in regards to his own sentiments.
Joey was his responsibility and Seto needed to take care of him.
He needed to worry about his responsibility.
And all that that implied.
TBC
OH MY LORD! Gosh!...can you guys even believe I wrote the entire layout for this in just a day! ? I know right! However make a note that on this day I corrected the entire thing and made it a lot longer...good and big example being you know that part with seto drying him off...That was never there...along with everything after that until you get to the break lines. It used to be implied.. NOT ANYMORE! Lol! Yeah i've had this scene in my head for a long time. Oh and by the way you know when Joey faints and stuff...I literally wrote that based completely off of the time i actually fainted. Everything he's thinking and is describing in those paragraphs expect for a few minor alterations for a some were my exact thought...yeah I fainted during something at school! Lol well i just find it funny because my actual first thought was the 'im on the floor!" Lol true! Yeah I altered it a little because i didn't think it that many times...and also seto's hospital thingy someone actual said that when i fainted...and i was like "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED!" lol! But anyways enough of my inane rambling I really hope you guys like this! I'm...sorta happy with it i guess...not really. I'm getting repetitive in my mind...but then again I may also be over analyzing myself again...Okay! Well then read Albatross Addictions and review that and then come back here and REVIEW! No really guys...PLEAAASSSSEE! I posted like two other chapters and there are not enough reviews to do them justice in my mind! Honestly is this plot just getting old? Sigh well please review once again.