Cool tendrils spread through his body carefully, hesitantly, overpowering the unbearable heat that encased his slight form. Silence consumed his unconscious mind secretly; keeping the vessel unaware of the lack of sound and movement. The floating sensation carried his figure through the endless hoards of black clouds fogging his brain. Every so often the sensation was interrupted to be replaced by the sharp dropping feeling that sent the blonde's mind plummeting down into the dark abyss's of his thoughts. His stomach would lurch and his skin would tingle as motionless air swept past him while his limp body would dive down; swooping through the pillows of darkness down into nothing. The apprehension and adrenaline would race through his heart; sending anxious waves through his limbs until the motions abruptly ceased.

And he was left floating in the billowing clouds; unmoving and silent awaiting for the next drop to drag his body down again.

...

Dark rings shuddered in a continuous vague motion as circles were halved by the overshadowing dark fans that hovered above. Pools withdrew into themselves as lashes fluttered down until lids flickered up once more causing the lightening blue waters to ripple.

Seto released a soft sigh and closed his eyes briefly to rub his fingers against his heavy lids. They opened themselves to gaze down at the stationary silhouette laying beneath the layers of sheets. Soft sun kissed flesh flushed darkly; staining the boy's cheeks with a rubescent tint. Rose shaded petals were parted; moving gently to take in slow even breaths.

His charge had barely moved at all since yesterday afternoon. He had hardly released so much as a whimper since Seto had sat down. The brunette sighed upon the thought; he supposed that should be considered a good thing.

He leaned back in the chair he was seated in and pushed his porcelain fingers through his bangs; shoving them from his forehead and entangling the digits into his chestnut tresses.

He had left the room some time late last night and had forced himself to sleep for a few hours. However, he found himself unable to stay asleep for very long; he was continuously tossing and turning, incapable of relaxation. So after the fifth time he had awoken to stare glumly at his ceiling he got up and returned the next morning. So there he was at 9:00 Am, waiting for the golden haired teenager to wake up. He had felt the dog's head upon returning, but the back of his hand was greeted with a less than reassuring heat.

The CEO respired quietly, "If only he came with a manual," he whispered not even able to muster up a smirk at his own joke. He pushed himself up to his feet and peered down at the sleeping teenager through the dimly lit room.

He reached down and carefully removed the damp cloth he had placed on Joey's forehead. A muted utterance left the smaller boy's lips when the faint jostle registered. Seto curiously felt the duelist's head again to find that the warmth had been dully reduced. He heaved a sigh as he walked into the conjoined bathroom.

He leaned over; resting his front half against the sink while he twisted the knob on the faucet's right to start the flow of icy water. He passively gazed at the clear stream that flowed from the silver nozzle; contemplating thoughts that only lead to paradoxes in his mind. His fingers moved mechanically, dipping down to run the white cloth underneath the spray.

"I seriously have to remember to choke Yami when I see him again," he muttered beneath his breath.

His irritation of the spiky haired teenager grew slowly worse the longer he was around Joey. In his mind Yami was the only person he could blame for his budding 'human' emotions. Seto cursed softly at this underneath an exhale and turned the faucet off; wringing out the rag over the sink.

The mutt had been here for a week. A week. So why had so much happened? A week wasn't that long...how could Seto have changed so drastically in such a short span of time?

Seto shook his head as he sauntered back into the dark bedroom where the ruby eyed teen was resting, "Not like there's anything I can do to change it now," he murmured mostly to himself. As Kaiba walked back to his seat he knew that that wasn't necessarily true. He knew that it wouldn't be that hard to shove his feelings back; he had done it before so he could do it now. He gently laid the wet cloth over Joey's forehead, eliciting a quiet moan from him. Kaiba could resist the pull and go back to acting cold and heartless around Joey.

He could go back to not caring whatsoever about him.

He could.

But he wouldn't.

He knew this in the back of his mind, but still he pretended that he didn't. It was better if he acted like he didn't know he could, at least if he did that then the temptation to act on his ability wouldn't arise. He acted like it was impossible so that he wouldn't try.

Because he knew he could...and he would succeed.

Seto allowed himself to slouch as he balanced the weight of his upper body against his elbows, which were resting on his knees. He hung his head and kept his eyes closed; taking the slightest moment to indulge in the defeat he had forced upon himself and had accepted. Slowly he reopened his eyes and peered up stoically through his brown locks that hung over his face; shrouding it like a curtain.

His hair fell over his right eye; hiding it from sight while the other was left free to stare through the stray strands hanging over it.

The defeat he had conceded to surged through his veins; exploring the territory it had never been allowed into and took with it the urges that Seto had intended to rid his mind of. He allowed every one of them to leave his body; leaving him with a lighter burden on his shoulders. He exhaled through his nose allowing a foreign, sorely forgotten, pressure of relief weigh him down.

The shakiest smile crossed the brunette's face as he felt the sensation course through him. His eyes softened in a weary form of happiness. For once he was glad to welcome defeat, he embraced it and for the first time since he was a child; he felt the positive effects that it could bring.

The hatred, temptation, fury, and resistance had been taken away from him at least in regards to that one choice.

The prodigy's eyes fell closed, even though the action was only visible for one of his eyes. The slight smile remained as Seto hung his head gently; letting the smile fade as he took in a deep breath and released it silently.

Subdued sapphires emerged partially from behind dark lashes and stared at the floor. He had made his choice...but it wasn't the only one he had to make. Despite the changes and the faint shifts he had underwent, the lasting effects of his childhood still remained; permanently influencing him.

For the slightest moment blue orbs darkened; recalling every bitter moment his affections had been spurned. Every trust that had betrayed him, every shred of confidence that had been ripped away from him, every single exhaustion filled night that had continued into a relentless day.

The sphere's softened finally as Seto forced the awful memories back; he was in no rush to relive his past any time soon.

His decision to ignore the temptations he had, remained true. He wouldn't stifle the feelings that had started to grow within him. He wouldn't go back to treating Joey with the same coldness he always had.

But those very same..cold elements of his personality that existed solely as an effect of the cruelty he had received from his step-father, were not something that he could so easily repress.

Yes. He wouldn't pretend like the events around him weren't affecting him...but he couldn't really ever fix the damage that had already been done to him.

Joey would merely have to unknowingly accept that a slightly...less aloof Kaiba was the best he was going to get at the moment.

Seto exhaled; closing his eyes as he straightened his back, "Wouldn't you be proud Gozaburo," he muttered sardonically to himself. His sapphire tinted orbs revealed themselves again when a quiet groan emitted the teenager across from him.

Seto awaited patiently to see if the movements would continue to convey that the Wheeler was waking, but he received no confirmation. He frowned softly at this and reached over the blonde to turn the cloth on his head over before settling his hand back on his lap.

Barely a few second after the brunette had rested his palm against his thigh, Joey's eyes began twitching lethargically. Seto peered at the other keenly; forcing himself to contain his curiosity as he proceeded to observe.

/Well I agreed that I wouldn't ignore those feelings...but I never said that I would let anyone else know about it./

...

Joey's lips pursed together as the dropping motion, his stomach had taken on, grew more intense. The shocks of adrenaline that raced through his veins continued mercilessly; shaking the young teen's body into a new state of awareness.

The numbness gently began to give way to allow the tingling sensation in his fingertips to emerge. The tanned digits twitched involuntarily as the air rushed past him. His entire body began to awaken with a new consciousness as the feeling torpidly returned to stimulate his limbs.

The air whipped against him as his body plummeted head first through the darkness.

As the remembrance of movement returned, Joey's face scrunched up faintly, his lashes twitching slowly against his cheeks as the hallucinated touch of the wind gusting against his features was finally felt. Black breezes swept through his hair and a contrasting coldness rushed through him; battling the heat that emitted him.

Flickers of sparkling scarlet emerged.

...

Abruptly every feeling vanished. The wind, the sounds, the tingling, the plummeting; everything. It left Joey feeling somnolently confused as he blinked unhurriedly in attempts to make sense of his situation. The only sensations that remained consistent were the heat and the cold.

It was just as dark as it had been before, but everything else was too different for it to be the same.

"You were out for awhile," a quiet voice mused from his side. Joey's spheres alighted when his brain instantly identified the voice that had addressed him. He turned his head languidly; suddenly feeling heavy with each move he tried to make.

"Kaiba?" he murmured questioningly. He didn't wait for the older brunette to reply though, he only turned his head back to it's original position and groaned quietly. "What happened?"

Seto respired and reached over to remove the cloth, that had slipped off the Wheeler's head, from the bedspread. "Well for starters, you ended up fainting in the bathroom," he began with a chiding tone that he was unable to mask.

The blonde's brows creased and briefly his lip pulled back in distaste, "Oh yeah..." he moaned out chagrined, obviously remembering the event less than fondly.

The elder boy huffed, "Which tells me that you clearly can't be left alone," he stated earning another shameful look from the dog. Joey closed his eyes, "How long have I been out?" he muttered reaching his hand up to rub his aching head.

Seto ran his hand through his hair, "About a day," he replied smoothly.

Joey's eyes snapped open and he sat bolt upright; causing Seto to jump slightly at the sharp motions of the previously lethargic boy.

"A day!" Joey exclaimed loudly.

Seto frowned and glared at the younger boy, "Yes. Now would you please calm down," he solicited the golden haired child in an irritated timbre. Joey panted as his head whipped toward the brunette; their stares still not quite meeting. "Calm down!" he parroted incredulously.

"I've been asleep for an entire day and you want me to CALM DOWN!" he nearly yelled at the CEO. Seto rolled his eyes and scowled at the blind boy, "Yes. I want you to calm down Mutt," he reasserted.

Joey sputtered out frantic nonsense, "W-Why didn't you wake me up!" he asked breathlessly.

The blue eyed prodigy grunted and leaned back; crossing his arms calmly against his chest, "Because you were sick." he replied factually. "Besides if you slept for that long you probably needed the sleep," he informed the youth.

Joey blinked a couple of times while he caught his breath. "Whadya mean sick?"

Seto shook his head in disbelief; he was slowly starting to remember why Joey annoyed him so much, "God Wheeler! I mean sick. As in you're ill," he replied coldly.

Joey glared softly at hearing the harshness, "Geez what's up with you Moneybags," he muttered defensively. Wondering vaguely why the brunette had been so..caring before and why he was being an ass now.

"Nothing." Seto replied immediately.

Joey raised a brow when he caught the swiftness in the other's tone, but ignored it for the moment. Knowing that Kaiba would never willingly admit to him that he had slipped up even a little bit.

Instead, he settled his weight against his elbows and shifted underneath the covers piled over him. His eyes widened briefly; however, when he distinguished something very strange about the materials brushing against his skin. He glanced down and felt his stomach with his hand and was surprised to feel a soft material grace his fingertips.

"Wait a second...where..." he whispered indistinctly. Last thing he remembered was being carried by Kaiba after he had...apparently fainted in the bathroom. And Kaiba said that he had been asleep all day...so how the hell did he have clothes on?

His body once more jolted back up, "How do I have clothes on!" he snapped.

The brunette jumped, "Jesus!" he hissed. "How do you think Mutt?" he retorted as he settled himself back in his seat. "I dressed you after you fell back asleep."

Joey's already flushed face grew redder, "Y-You mean you saw me naked!" he screeched mentally cursing himself for how high his voice sounded.

Seto cringed at the volume and rubbed his ear, "Nice pipes, Pup," he remarked offhandedly. "And to answer your question yes. However...it's not like thats anything new."

"W-What's that supposed to mean!"

Seto stared at the duelist with a raised brow, wondering why the teen honestly didn't know what he was talking about. "Well...we share a locker room at school," he replied.

Joey's stunned features fell upon hearing the blatant statement. "Oh..." he muttered quietly glancing in the opposite direction of the elder's voice. Seto shook his head while pushing back the urge to roll his eyes at the mutt's stupidity.

With his aggravations aside, he eyed the boy curiously, "Look...do you.." he began mutedly. He opened his mouth preparing to finish his sentence, but his throat dried up when placid pupils wandered over to stare at him. Instinctively, he looked away and swallowed to dampen his throat, "..Do you even remember what I said to you yesterday?" he asked finally.

Joey's gaze left him upon the utterance and his survey fell upon the wrinkled sheets covering his waist. The sparkling flecks of water dimmed throughout the piles of autumn influenced leaves; causing their beauty to become concealed beneath the stillness. A very subtle breeze ghosted by; stirring up the red foliage, but it settled very quickly leaving the cardinal shades motionless.

Joey's eyes had become withdrawn as he thought back to that period of darkness. The moment that had been stretched on for hours. The gap in space and time that held no gravity. He remembered the event almost flawlessly, but the event itself was perceived as nothing more than sounds and touches.

He could recall the floor disappearing beneath his feet and an impact that he never felt. He remembered the hours of darkness that filled him with an ominous numbness.

Seto's regard for the young blonde grew gradually more concerned as he watched the bright roses grow darker and darker until it seemed like they had almost wilted. He contemplated repeating his question, but decided against it when he thought of what he might miss out on if he broke the boy's train of thought.

"A little bit," a soft reserved voice murmured out. A spark crackled in the dim petals when the blonde's brow creased ever so slightly against his forehead. Joey's body had subconsciously relaxed against the bed beneath him and his back leaned against the head board.

"Every thing's...really...faint though," he explained hesitantly, unsure if he wanted to recall the emotions that he had experienced. Joey chalked everything that slipped off his tongue after that to the fever he was suffering from.

"I...remember how you talked to me," he whispered fleetingly.

Seto's eyes rounded briefly and he raised a brow in confusion, "What do you mean how I talked to you?" he inquired bemusedly.

Joey stiffened upon hearing this, as if just realizing what he had confessed, and quickly sputtered out a different response to cover up what he had just accidentally admitted.

"I-I mean you sounded angry..i-is what I meant," he lied partially. It wasn't a complete lie..after all Kaiba had been kinda angry. The reason it was untrue was because that wasn't the part of it Joey had been referring to. What he had almost let slip was the promise of concern that Kaiba had injected into his words.

What Joey remembered was that Kaiba talked to him like he was his brother.

Unbeknownst to the duelist, his little white lie had come across to the brunette differently. Joey never saw the hurt look that flashed across Seto's face when he heard that. Joey couldn't see the crease in the boy's brow, or the way his shoulder's tensed, the way his teeth clenched together, or how his fingers twisted into the fabric of his pants.

What Joey didn't know was how much that small little lie hurt Seto. It hadn't hit him that hard because Seto knew the boy was lying or anything...it was because Seto thought that the only thing Joey could remember was how angry he had been.

It made his chest sting to the point where he wanted to grab it in fear of having a heart attack. His Blue Eyes made Joey blind...he made Joey blind. And Joey had no idea. Seto was doing all of this to make up for his error; to fix what he had broken. And the thought that Joey reacted to him only out of some sort of subconscious fear of him...it hurt. It hurt him to know that although Joey didn't remember what he had done to him...he reacted to him as if he did.

His heart ached because deep deep down...Joey knew.

He knew to be cautious around him...he knew what he had done. He knew somewhere in the back of his mind who to blame for all of his pain.

Seto spoke with minor difficulty, "That's...all you remember?" he asked tensely. Trying to hold back the pain from his voice as well as the fear that the other's answer would be one of assent. Joey took in an inaudible breath when managed to catch the off tone in the brunette's voice.

"..Well..I told you it's really...hard to remember," he whispered nervously. His tanned fingers began twisting the blankets in attempts to keep his body occupied while his mind underwent the brunt of his stress. "I..I know that you were saying something about...not doing something again," he managed out.

He swore that the reason he was getting so nervous was because he was lying through his teeth.

He knew what had happened...he recalled what Kaiba had said to him..almost word for word. But it was far too embarrassing to repeat all of it. It was just so much easier to play dumb and pretend that he didn't know everything. It was...so much more convenient to let Seto...fill in all the blanks for him.

"I told you," Seto began softly feeling a majority of his anguish fade from his system when he was thrown back into something already familiar and mapped out for him. "That you couldn't do things by yourself anymore," he explained to the other carefully.

Joey's head bobbed slowly in response to the elder's words, "Right...I remember that."

Seto forced himself to lean away from the boy's bedside; feeling the need to force some distance between them so that he could wean himself off this strange need for contact. He cleared his throat, "What's the..last thing you remember?"

Joey hummed silently and relaxed once more at the question. He knew that he had thought about the tone of Kaiba's voice...but then again that wasn't really the last thing he could recall. After all..there was no need to enlighten Kaiba on his mental ravings just yet.

"Something...Something about not wanting me to hurt myself?" Joey replied quietly, posing his answer more like a question. Truthfully Joey's memory of that last moment before everything began to drift away was actually pretty sketchy.

Seto's figure stiffened at this and he quickly attempted to will away the flushing shade on his cheeks.

Sadly he had failed to remember some of the more...embarrassing things he had let slip out yesterday. He crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes; feeling the need to cut off all forms of connection with the Wheeler as he finished the blonde's statement.

"I..said that I wasn't going to allow you to hurt yourself for the sake of pride..." he replied while trying to ignore the growing heat on his face. Joey blinked and turned his head towards the brunette; regarding him with something akin to surprise.

Seto glanced over at the ruby eyed duelist through his brown bangs, hesitantly; unsure if his awkwardness would get worse if he tried to make eye contact with him. Normally he would have looked the other straight in the eye with absolutely no difficulty whatsoever. However, normally he never would have said something so deep and...out of character.

It was uncertain what Joey would respond with. After all...Kaiba was his enemy and Seto wouldn't put it past Joey to taunt him about what he had said.

However, Joey's response differed drastically from what Seto had imagined.

"You know Rich boy...you're actually kinda nice when you don't have an audience," Joey said sincerely. His words had come out something like a..tentative compliment. Seto blinked in bewilderment when he heard this, "What?"

Joey instantly glanced down as his cheeks flushed, "Well..I just meant that..," he started anxiously while raising his gaze carefully. "You're... not really as bad as you seem sometimes," he muttered. Thrashing waters calmed themselves, slowly allowing the specks of white foam to surface and drift. The cerulean waves began to flow steadily, permitting the sun's rays to glimmer over the reflective surface; rebounding the hopeful shimmer across the vast oceans.

The silence had accumulated around them; stretching out to cover minutes as they flew by.

It took about that long for Joey to shift uncomfortably on the bed and look away from the older boy, "H-Heh then again..I-I'm probably just spitting out stupid stuff again," he chuckled falsely. The last thing he wanted right now was to make his situation any more difficult. And he most certainly had no desire to make his and Kaiba's relationship even more strained than it already was.

Somehow the swift way that Joey had retracted his compliment; hurt Seto a little more than he liked to admit. He realized that he should expect this, though. So for the sake of dispelling the stiffness in the air Seto pushed back his feelings of upset and went along with Joey's reply.

"Most likely," he agreed with a long breath. "After all you do still have a fever," he reminded the boy. Seto contained a slight flinch when he voiced this response. Joey blinked, but then a look of understanding lethargically broke onto his face. He leaned back against the headboard and blindly permitted his red orbed gaze to drift up as he lifted his hand leisurely.

Ever so gently his fingertips touched the smooth surface of his forehead and his lips parted to release a soft, "Oh..."

Seto raised a brow at this pondering why the boy had calmed down so much. It was so strange how the blonde was frantic and jittery for one minute and then the next he was graceful and silent.

Hesitantly Joey flattened the pads of his fingers against his forehead; testing the temperature that was radiating from his flesh. "I almost forgot," he whispered distantly.

Seto leaned forward, "Are you...okay?" he probed cautiously. He was aware this was probably caused by the fever, but still the others behavior worried him. Joey's lashes fluttered slowly as he removed his hand and lowered his regards, "Yeah..." he murmured calmly.

"I'm probably just a little light headed s'all" he smiled reassuringly at the other. He knew it was weird to feel this way around his enemy, but he didn't want the older boy to worry about him. He realized that sounded absurd; Kaiba worrying about him of all people.

The things he heard in Seto's voice created a lapse in that logic; however. So he smiled at the brunette in hopes that it would help dispel the concern that he strangely seemed to hold for him. Seto muttered something under his breath and glanced away when he saw the boy's vibrant smile directed toward him.

"Well you never took your medicine yesterday so it doesn't surprise me if you don't feel well," he mumbled factually. Joey closed his eyes, "I don't get why I have to take that stuff...I'm blind..No pill is going to help me get better," he remarked aloud.

Seto's gaze sharpened at this and he straightened, "And what makes you so sure about that?" he interrogated the boy. "As far as I know you don't have any medical training to back up your claim," he accused the blonde sternly prompting the younger teen to open his eyes and blink.

"Those pills are supposed to help you deal with the side effects. They're keeping your immune system healthy so that if you get surgery you'll have a better chance of it succeeding. Those pills are helping you see vicariously."

Joey's face contorted perplexedly, "Why are you so serious about this?" he pondered aloud.

Seto looked at him, seemingly caught off guard by the boy's comment, "What are you talking about?" he asked only partially pretending that he had no idea what the young blonde was talking about.

Joey closed his eyes and shook his head, "You know what I'm talking about," he told the other assuredly. "You always act so...serious when I bring up my medicine," he clarified revealing his eyes and staring blankly at the wall in front of him.

Seto frowned and glanced away from the blind youth while folding his arms; straightening his back in a nervous almost defensive manner. "Well what do you want me to do?" he asked the other in a way that made him sound somewhat like a child who was trying to win an argument. Seto released a breath through his nose as his shoulders tensed momentarily before slackening once more. His gleaming blue eyes followed a short invisible line on the wall while he thought about what to say.

Finally his gaze drifted down the wall back to the floor, "I have to make sure that you take that stuff..." he said almost like he was trying to justify his awkward behavior. "I agreed to take care of you..." he added in a low gentle voice that sounded distant even to Seto's ears. "How do you expect me to do that if I don't take your needs seriously?"

The question was definitely said as a rhetorical inquiry, but there was a part of Joey that wanted to try and reply to it even though he had no answer; neither of assent or dissent.

Seto risked a slow sideways glance at Joey after he said this. His blue eyed stare was less guarded though, and it looked honest, but somehow sad in a strange way. Perhaps it was because there was a certain vulnerability that lurked within it. Something about baring himself to Joey's reply for a question that he couldn't even answer left Seto feeling oddly exposed and unnerved to a point.

Joey frowned softly suddenly once the silence between them began to settle and sink in. His head was hung gently as he looked down at the sheets that were strewn and tangled around his legs. His fingers subconsciously clenched around the fabric covering his knees while his brows drew together and his eyes saddened, "I.."

The phrase ended quickly since Joey hadn't thought of anything to say to complete his thought. So he paused leaving his hesitant utterance to hang in the air shortly before it was faded and forgotten to make way for a new sentence.

Joey opened his mouth once more to repeat the forgotten word, "I..." Again the word hung in the air briefly, but this time Joey was quicker to finish his thought before the words could escape him, "I never thought about that..." he whispered.

The sentiment in Seto's spheres remained unchanging despite the slight worry that sparked in his chest upon seeing the saddened look on Joey's face. For some reason it felt like they had made a strange connection in that moment...it was like a transparent bond that they shared from reciprocating the same emotion.

It brought a minute sense of comfort to Seto, so for an instant he retained the emotion and allowed them to sit in the silence once again.

Sadly it was harder to keep the emotion stable when he saw the sadness in Joey's eyes. Seto lowered his lids; shutting out the image of the blonde so that he could reclaim his bearings before approaching the child.

Once the CEO reopened his eyes he looked back at the boy, "Perhaps it would be best if we ended this conversation," he suggested earning a nod of agreement from the youth.

Joey released his grip on the sheets, "Hey I never asked you this before, but uh what time is it?" he asked.

Seto blinked having completely forgotten about the very concept of time. He instinctively lifted up his wrist and peered down at his watch, "It's about 10:00," he replied evenly. Joey made a sound akin to a grunt at this, "10:00?" he repeated curiously.

"How long have you been sitting here?" he asked raising a brow. "I mean it's a little early and I'm not that sick that you'd have to get up at the crack of dawn to come check on me," he reasoned to himself out loud.

Seto shrugged purely out of habit, "I've been here since about 8," he answered laxly. "I couldn't sleep so I figured I'd just come and check on you," he explained. Joey hummed quietly at this, "Why couldn't you sleep?" he queried, at this point he was basically just trying to make conversation.

Seto stilled. He knew why he hadn't been able to sleep; he had been too worried about Joey to get more than a few hours. But he couldn't tell the boy that...

"I don't know...I just couldn't," he lied. He shifted in his seat, trying to dispel the discomfort that was forming in his chest, "It was probably something I ate or something like that," he muttered giving the most generic response he could possibly think of.

Joey mumbled something beneath his breath when he heard this. What he had said Seto could only guess. Joey leaned back again and this time he sank down so that he was laying flat on the mattress; his unflinching pupils staring up at the ceiling.

"Something wrong?" Seto asked, surprised at how easily he had voiced his question this time.

Joey released a soft sound that sounded like it was supposed to be an answer, but didn't translate into actual words. Seto frowned, "I'm gonna go and get your medicine," he announced standing up and walking out of the room without another word to the blonde.

He found himself taking in a deep breath once he shut the door behind him; however. There was something about talking to Joey that left Seto feeling absolutely drained, which he figured could explain his more recently mellowed out persona. The brunette sighed as he sauntered into the kitchen and rummaged through the drawer he had left Joey's pills in.

As his hand wrapped around the bottle he couldn't help but wonder how he was supposed to define his relationship with the Dog.

Seto's mouth was drawn in a thin line while he held the pill bottle in his hand. His deep sapphire eyes were withdrawn, but looked like they were battling with a number of contradictions.

Was he Joey's enemy?

His school rival?

His caretaker?

His...friend?

Upon that word Seto closed his eyes and shook his head, "Why would I even think that?" he asked with a slight note of incredulity. Even though his feelings for the younger boy were developing into something that didn't necessarily embody hatred, the thought of the two of them being friends still sounded preposterous to his ears.

Although in spite of this he couldn't help but feel a painful tug in his stomach when he denied the very possibility of the concept. Even if he refused to believe that it was caused because he wanted friends...he still knew that it could be caused because this left him with no answer to his question.

What was he?

Could he and Joey still possibly be considered enemies after what they had gone through? Was Seto just supposed to assume that the experiences they had shared and the emotions they had gone through meant nothing in regards to their relationship.

Was he supposed to think that all of that meant...nothing?

Had it really done nothing to influence their status? Were they still bitter rivals? How were they supposed to be something that they already contradicted so greatly? Seto's gaze fell slightly and his fingers loosened around the container.

But even if they weren't, then where did that leave them? What were they?

Saying that he was Joey's caretaker sounded so generic that Seto couldn't stand it. But somehow the meaning of the word seemed all too intimate for him to comprehend. Caretaker could insinuate that their connection went farther then it really did...or did it? Even if it did the term left far too many gray areas and blank spaces that Seto had no idea how to fill.

That left him with the unknown.

He wasn't nothing to Joey...not yet at least. So what could he label himself as?

"Why do I need a label?" The brunette asked himself silently. He knew he shouldn't be getting so worked up over something so meaningless, but the more he thought about it the more it drove him crazy. Seto finally forced himself to walk back to Joey's room, knowing that he couldn't stand there forever to ponder about a topic that had no foreseeable answer.

He crossed the distance in a matter of minutes; however, the thing that unsettled him was the look on Joey's face when he reentered the room.

It hadn't changed.

He was still gazing up at the ceiling; detached.

Seto strode toward his previous seat and sat back down, "You're acting rather oddly," he informed the youth wondering if he even noticed. Joey's eyes fluttered, but he settled quickly and rolled his head to the side so that he was facing Seto.

He was looking down and his ruby irises looked worried and guilty somehow.

"I've just been thinking about something..." he replied quietly. More quietly than he needed to talk...way more quietly then he had been talking since he woke up. Seto lifted a brow and set the pill bottle on the bedside table; signifying to himself that he was ready to listen to the rest of the Wheeler's explanation.

"And what might that be?" he played along closing his eyes while he leaned back in his chair.

"..'Bout my sister...Serenity," he mumbled out.

Blue eyes reappeared from beneath dark lashes at that. "Your sister?" he parroted furrowing his brows together. He had almost forgotten that Joey had a younger sister, after all she had spoken to him so briefly that he could hardly recall her presence during the tournament.

Joey nodded against the pillow as his lids drooped down, "I haven't seen...well I haven't heard from her since she walked out that day," he elucidated correcting himself.

Seto breathed through his nose inaudibly and waited before speaking up, "So..?" he drawled out slowly. "Why don't you just call her? I can dial her number if you want," he offered.

Joey quickly shook his head and declined almost eagerly much to Seto's confusion. "No. T-That's alright," he said anxiously.

Blue eyes narrowed perplexedly and darkened skeptically, "Alright..." he breathed out. "May I ask why?" he probed slowly.

Joey's lashes lowered resignedly, "I know I'll regret admitting this to you once this fever clears up," he respired. Seto's blue eyes alighted despite the dimly lit room when he caught the promise of something that was obviously considered a rarity for him to hear. Joey's frame tensed and then relaxed as if he felt too tired to even be nervous, "But...I don't think I can face her..." he whispered unsurely.

Seto tilted his head at that, "I don't understand."

"You can't." Joey assured him immediately, so immediately that Seto was slightly hurt by how quickly Joey had shot him down. "I was the person who protected her when we were little...I'm supposed to take care of her," he whispered sadly.

Seto's gaze softened vaguely at this, "I think I can understand that," he remarked silently. How could he not understand that? Surely Joey wasn't that oblivious. It wasn't like Seto ever hid how much he cared about Mokuba, so wouldn't Joey get that he knew?

"How am I supposed to face her when I'm like this?" He wondered aloud. "I'm the exact opposite of what I'm suppose to be. I'm dependent and defenseless...how can I take care of her now?" he asked in a way that made Seto assume he didn't want an answer. Honestly, Kaiba didn't blame Joey for not wanting one. Joey pressed his head into the pillow, "She'd be so disappointed if she saw me like this."

Seto closed his eyes, "I highly doubt that," he said before he could stop the words from leaving his mouth. Sadly as soon as he started he found that he couldn't stop himself from continuing, "From the little I've seen of her, I can deduce that she's not the type of person who would just abandon you," he affirmed.

Joey tentatively opened his eyes, "How would you know? You don't know her. You've never even talked to her," he argued meekly.

"True," he agreed. "However, it's my job to analyze people and know what kind of person they are."

"How is that your job?" Joey scoffed disbelievingly.

"Well if you actually chose to think about it Wheeler you might understand," he replied in irritation. "If I'm doing business with someone I have to figure out if that person is someone I can rely on and can trust to work in my company." he reasoned. "And 90% of the time I have to make this judgement based on a very short interaction with them."

The brunette took a deep breath, "Besides if you were that close it's highly in probable that she would be disappointed."

Joey sighed, "It doesn't matter anyways," he submitted. "It's not like I'm going to call her," he respired.

/We'll see./

Seto quickly banished this thought; however, and reached over to retrieve the container he had set aside. He popped the lid open and picked up two of the small white tablets, "You still need to take these," Seto spoke up, thankful that his voice hadn't conveyed any of the feelings that were stirring up in his chest.

Joey rolled his eyes and moaned, but strangely enough didn't provide the brunette with any hindrances that might have stopped him from continuing. The prodigy paused temporarily as he screwed the cap back on and lifted a brow.

He paid the oddity little thought though and chose to shrug it off for the moment and come back to it when he had more time to consider it's cause.

"Well Mutt, you know the drill," Seto prompted the younger boy in a casually authoritative timbre. He was ready to sit there and argue over the topic that Joey just seemed to love to defy him on. He was fully prepared to simply sit through another 10 minute process that in reality should take them both two seconds. Joey's rosy orbs hid themselves defiantly and the honey haired duelist's displeasure was highlighted by the crooked quirk of his lips. Seto sat there patiently and stared at the other expectantly, he had anticipated this much already about the blonde's response to his dreaded command. The only reason he was being slightly more...docile today in regards to the process was because he knew the shorter teenager was sick. He knew from previous experiences, primarily dealing with his younger brother, that when someone had a fever...it made them twice as irritable and about 20% less compliant.

So he figured he'd spare the boy if only slightly for the day since he was feeling poorly and would probably regret every word and motions he had acted out during this timeframe of mental incoherency.

The brown haired CEO, therefore, allowed his charge to simmer subversively to himself for a short time. However, Kaiba didn't have the exact patience of a saint, so after five minutes had gone by on his watch Seto chose to repeat his command. "Come on Pup," he urged the boy persistently, but still kept his voice sounding rather passive.

The added little push that prompted him to move on with his unwanted compliance elicited an obstinate grunt from his lips. He hated showing any form of willing compliance to anyone; and he was less than motivated to start doing so with his less than favorite person.

Nevertheless, through his obdurateness and the fever's influence a straight burst of reason shot through his muddled mind. He could remember through the blackness of his thoughts, the words that had been exchanged during their past conversations, and they invoked a stunning logic within his cluttered thoughts.

He owed Kaiba.

The man was taking time away from his life in order to take care of him and provide him with the help that he needed. He had so far been nothing but difficult with the boy; for reasons that stemmed only from their past. He knew that his condition must be stressful enough to care for, and yet Joey still continued to make every single task twice as strenuous. Hell Kaiba had even started...dare he even think it with a spark of hope in mind...to care for him.

And he repaid his, most likely arduous, efforts with disobedience and glacial regards.

He knew he sounded like a broken record to himself; having already thought over this topic many times, but still it left the same haunting message.

He wasn't being...good.

Why that word made him feel so unsettled he had no idea. It sounded so dorky to think about it phrased in that way. After all it wasn't like he was some 5 year old who had to be on his best behavior or anything. No he was 17 and allowed to make his own decisions. He shouldn't care so much about such a..juvenile claim. And yet it made his insides feel like they were being covered in some sort of hot black tar like substance. It filled him with a kind of displeasure that made him squirm. The statement affected him in a way that was identical to how it would have if he actually was a child. The phrase that insinuated that someone was disappointed with him and had noticed his poor behavior caused the same exact sensation of guilt and discomfort that they had when he had been no older than 5.

He wasn't helping make this better for his caretaker. He was being, dare he say, somewhat of a brat. Which irked him to a whole new level, considering he absolutely despised being called a brat. But then again, how could he argue with it when he knew that the name was completely justified when describing his actions.

He knew he would never start listening to Kaiba and obeying his every command like some sort of...dog. For he was still Joey, and still naturally wanted to defy any and all forms of authority that challenged him. But with the primitively childish section of his brain still intact, that green monster of guilt still plagued him to a point where he hated it. So perhaps he would never make anything truly easy for the CEO...but maybe he could be compliant every once in a while.

Enough to make things a smidgen better for the prodigy, but still scarcely enough so that his image wouldn't be altered.

Azure droplets hung against the navy background with an inanimate aura haunting their stillness. The dark rings remained unmoving as they stayed locked with their equally motionless target. Sunlight danced over the drops sending staccato sparkles glistening through the lifeless canvases, creating the masquerade of interest even when it was drowning in an ocean of indifference.

Five more minutes had passed and Joey's face had conveyed no foreseeable sign of breaking. Seto released a tired sigh, sick or not he was not prepared to just sit here all day waiting for the other to comply. He closed his eyes briefly and readjusted himself in his seat, before he could open his mouth and express anything verbal Joey beat him to it.

Without any words of his own the youth managed to steal all of Kaiba's away.

Something that appeared as a grimace materialized on Joey's face and his lip pulled back into a strange frown. Finally though after what seemed like mental arguing the blonde opened his mouth.

The uncommon display of compliance stunned Kaiba's limbs and paralyzed his thoughts of conviction. If he wasn't so surprised he would have done a double take, but instead he stared with his eyes riveted by the sight.

It was such a small thing and yet it held so much more meaning than it should have.

In all the time Joey had been living here he had never willingly opened his mouth for this process, at least not until after Seto nearly had to force him to. Transiently, Seto began to ponder the reason for the younger duelist's sudden show, but once again Joey's voice brought him back. "Are you gonna give me them or what?" Joey solicited impatiently already feeling uncomfortable enough with his current position.

Seto's gaze faltered and he nearly lost his grip on the pills that were resting between his fingers. He quickly steadied his hand before any of it's contents could fall to the floor though. "Uhm yeah," he swallowed finding that his throat had become oddly thick.

He swiftly dropped the tablets on the others tongue and drew his hand back to rest against his knee. He urged himself to relax as he watched the ruby eyed teen swallow and scowl. The young blonde youth shuddered weakly as the unpleasant taste coupled with the odd sensation slipped off his tongue and down his throat. His only expression of the taste was a soft sound that translated as a cough as he breathed in through his mouth. Although eager to dispel the taste from his lips, the exhaustion and the fever's impact carried a greater influence on him.

So with the bitterness lurking within his mouth he laid himself down; too tired to bother with it.

He laid still for a moment and then shifted and turned over onto his stomach; nestling the side of his face into the pillow in attempts to get comfortable. Seto viewed the other oddly, somewhat like he was intrigued, and yet there was a reticent stronghold haunting him. The curiosity never had time to bloom for the fear of hurtful spurn and dreaded repetition held back the power of hope.

"Hey Wheeler...you know I still need you to tell me your address," he announced eliciting a soft cringe from the boy on the bed.

"Why do you need that?"

"Because I need to have someone gather some of your belongings. I highly doubt that you want to keep wearing my clothes," he noted. Joey buried his face into the fabric; hiding the wince that embodied his countenance. He hated the thought of Kaiba digging into his personal life and discovering all the secrets that he had tried to suppress even to himself.

"...I don't mind..." Joey muttered stubbornly, his voice stifled by the pillow.

Seto's brow creased skeptically when he heard this and instinctively he felt himself switching back into 'big brother' mode when he heard the lie. "Yeah right. Stop acting like a child and just tell me your address," he insisted once more.

Joey's eyes tightened and he grasped the pillow with his hands tensely, "No!" he snapped.

Seto frowned and glared at the teenager's back, "Wheeler why won't you tell me what your address is?" he commanded with a gruff suspicion tugging at his words. The tone made Joey shudder and tremble innerly when he thought of what that suspicion might evolve into.

"Because!"

Seto groaned in a silent aggravation; he reached down and grabbed the boy's shoulder firmly, "Will you quit talking into the bed."

Joey pulled away and lifted himself up from his hiding place. His eyes remained shut tightly trying to block out the images that he couldn't perceive and that would never go away. "I don't want you near my house alright!" Joey protested feverishly.

Seto raised a discrete brow at this,"What? Why don't you..." his interrogation came to an abrupt halt when the brunette noticed something. His blue eyes grew darker with a hopeless lack of understanding, "Wait..Why aren't you looking at me?" he asked.

Joey pursed his lips together and shook his head refusing to indulge the elder with a response. He didn't know why his eyes were shut...the difference of his perception was nonexistent. Either way nothing changed for him.

Black was black and nothing was nothing.

He had only done this instinctively in a vain frantic attempt to block out the world. To shut himself away from the pain and the relentless questioning for which he had no answers. His words had long since been stolen away, and the veracity had been blurred and forgotten. It had been stained so much by the veil of dishonesty that covered it, that Joey could hardly recognize it let alone distinguish one from the other.

The lie.

The truth had been lost to him because the lie was more important.

The truth was unwanted and was meant to be forgotten and never remembered.

Seto's brotherly nerves began to spike much to the CEO's irritation; however, the pull was too natural and too strong for him to argue with it. He knew a lie when he heard it and he knew when dishonesty had reached an unhealthy level. There was something programed within his brain that was able to detect it. It worried him, it ate at his insides to know that there was something he didn't know.

Seto hated not knowing.

His worst fear was the thing he despised the most; the unknown. The gray areas...the blank spaces...he hated them.

There was something about this entire situation that just rubbed the brunette the wrong way. And suddenly it didn't matter who he was talking to anymore; it didn't register to him that this was someone he hardly got along with, or someone who hardly trusted him. It was a person who was causing these ungodly tugs of nature that were afflicting him.

The past and the blood between them didn't matter.

His eyes narrowed as he reached forward and forced the blonde to face him by holding onto his shoulders, "Will you stop that! Why are you acting like this," he interrogated the other with such a strict tone that almost caused Seto to freeze up. It was so strange hearing the sentiment reflected in his voice when the person he was interacting with wasn't someone he knew intimately or by family.

Joey's eyes tightened even more when he felt the rough tug on his shoulders maneuver his body towards the one place he didn't want to face. "Back off Moneybags!" he snapped defensively; getting desperate for the other's compliance. He vainly attempted to struggle out of the vice grip that was strangely mindful of his aching frame.

Through the bleary darkness a frustrated growl sounded, "Stop it." The older boy commanded fiercely. "Will you just look at me."

Joey felt a spark of hatred flaring inside his chest that kindled an urge for defiance.

"What's it matter! I can't see anyways!" he quipped harshly, wanting to hurt the teenager in a way that he himself had been hurt. He knew it made no sense and he knew it wouldn't hurt the brunette so much as it would annoy him.

But he didn't care.

The grip on his right shoulder loosened and disappeared only to return sharply to his jaw. He could feel nimble fingers wrapping around his chin and a pressure to the side of his jaw. It tugged his face in the direction he opposed and held it despite his gritted teeth. He battled with the tugs of anxiety that tried to coerce him to comply in order to forego a pain he had come to expect.

A low authoritative voice answered his previous venomous response.

"I don't care," it gritted out lowly. The animosity of the tone filled Joey with a strange fear, and yet it didn't. He was afraid...but he did not fear the potential anger or pain that could come from the tone. It was as if the timbre was a warning that he could recognize even though he had never heard it before.

"Look. at. me," he ordered punctuating every syllable of the command so clearly that Joey was too stricken not to obey. His face tensed heedfully and his mouth twisted faintly as he tried to tug away briefly from the other's grip in a last inadequate effort to free himself.

Unknown to the blonde; sapphire blue waters hardened with a glassy layer of ice, that protected the softer underside of lighter liquids. The azure veil shone with the sunlight that bounced off of it, and the veneer melted slightly only to prove that the water beneath was still present in it's hardened behavior.

His grip held fast and this elicited a soft whine from the honey haired individual.

His brows creased together and his lids loosened in their intensity; however, they remained stubbornly pressed against the child's flushed cheeks, trembling doubtfully. The only movement that the appendage, controlling the other's face, allowed was the slightest downward slant of his head.

Shakily the black feathery lashes lifted from the rubescent flesh to gently expose the orbs that were drowning in feverish carmine flavors. Endless cardinal finally gave way to an unresponsive semicircle of black ink that gradually grew to full size. As the entire wine stained iris began to appear; defining lines and bleached sparkles emerged, giving a sense of life and emotion to the otherwise lifeless gaze.

A second layer of water refroze to protect the weaker sensations of elation that began to surface below the solidified barrier. Fiery rivers seeped through and clashed with the conflicting color that the sapphire lakes held. At the arrival of the opposing shade the layer that had frozen was melted again; the sun's rays intensifying to reveal a greater amount of the feelings that were being forced back for the sake of emotional progress.

"Why are you acting so strangely every time I bring this up?" a much softer, but equally unalterable, voice asked.

A force pulled back against the hand, signifying to the brunette that the very mention of the situation made the youth uncomfortable and reticent. Even the expression on the other's sun-kissed complexion had been altered subtly to reveal small tints of unease.

Lips parted as if by accident, but the lapse of coherence did not permit any sound to join the error. The petals closed once again seeking safety against each other before they parted once more due to a mistake in following repetition. They stilled longer this time though and lingered in their state.

The boy's body was paralyzed; seemingly locked in it's position with no way of expressing anything that may or may not be present in the youth's mind.

The spell broke minutely allowing the emotion in the pools of vermeil to surge and shift. The look changed so faintly that Seto knew he would have missed it if he hadn't been staring at him so intently.

The regard was...pleading.

Pleading for the other to allow him to close his mouth. Begging him to let him end this without being forced to speak.

The sentiment was recognized and somewhat understood. It was reciprocated by a much younger alter ego of the CEO that had been repressed and locked away in his mind. The remembrance of adolescence commiserated with the desire for a lack of words, the fear of speaking, and the unease for a subject that someone pushed too hard on.

Silence did nothing to prove that any effect had been made however.

A vague barely noticeable tremble plagued the shorter one's being and the sentiment remained subdued, but tried to secretly intensify, even though it would be unknown what emotion he was trying to amplify if it was anyone else. Slowly the Junior's lips closed and pressed together softly almost expressing their trepidation that they would have to once more open and allow a sound to escape their confines.

Suddenly, the grip slackened and the ice concealing the lakes shattered and broke away to float off into the distance. A jolt raced through the brunette causing him pull his fingers away from the boy's flesh; however, he never fully pulled his hand away.

The desperate amplification dispersed to be replaced with a slight blankness that inquired the next event that would affect him.

A breath escaped the prodigy's chest and he found himself feeling almost obligated to hold in the next. He felt winded; as if he had just been roused from an unresponsive slumber. He could feel his heart beating slightly quicker and for a time it felt as if it was trembling inside of his ribcage.

"...I'm sorry..."

The words passed his lips partially by accident; his forgotten pride being their only barrier. At that, gleaming irises fell to look away from questioning ruby orbs and the pale hand that had been lingering beneath the boy's chin slowly pulled away.

For a second Seto found himself searching the ground as if seeking an answer to the emptiness in his mind. He could feel the trembling of his heart becoming more detectable and his breathing remained strained as if he was trying to hold it back; which he was.

Finally he forced his head back up, but for some reason couldn't bring himself to raise his gaze to meet the asking looks that were awaiting him. He compelled himself to inhale a seemingly deep breath, that was soundless, and he strained to awkwardly exhale it through his nose; attempting to draw out every second of the way it made his chest constrict in a manner that he was unable to decide if it was pleasing or not.

"We...don't have to talk about this right now," he spoke up trying to mask the tremble that he was positive wished to slip into his voice. Joey's features didn't ever fully settle, they didn't even register any form of shock at hearing such a humble phrase leave his arch rival's lips. Instead the same dull look of amplification appeared again, but this time the emotion looked a tad bit grateful.

He looked down and found that his chest was contracting to hold back the sound and pace of his breathing and he couldn't find it in himself to prevent it from continuing. Seto cleared his throat and stood up swiftly feeling much too eager to leave the area; needing to process the events that had just taken place.

Joey's body slouched slightly and his gaze fell tiredly to the ground as he propped himself up with his elbow. Sleep pulled at him beckoning him to return to the falling sensation that would rescue him from the unknown feelings haunting him.

Obscurely, Seto fought with himself to raise his gaze enough to look at the blonde boy. Every time he tried though, like a reflex, his eyes would become riveted by the ground. He swallowed, "You just...go back to sleep," he said quietly, but not as silently as he would have liked. "Get some rest," he clarified with a nod toward the surface his feet were braced against.

He took quick refuge in the silence in order to take in a few uneven breaths through his mouth.

He glanced up fleetingly at the blonde haired child and looked away briskly as his hand acted against his will, even though his desire was uncertain. His fingers lifted from his side and his palm flattened against the soft strands of honey stained locks.

The touch was hesitant and it lingered briefly, far too briefly, before Seto felt the pulsation in his chest grow more, which prompted him to turn his head away and pull his hand back. Although he tried to stifle it, the rapid exhale that abruptly left his chest was still heard by the blonde and himself.

It was a sort of quick nervous sound that only revealed how frazzled and uncomfortable the CEO was.

The paler duelist turned away and battled to keep the rhythm of his chest even and inaudible as his feet crossed the distance to the door, avidly. The older boy found himself exiting the scene and shutting the door behind him only to collapse against the wall directly adjacent to the entry. He closed his eyes with a slight tenseness as he breathed heavily and focused on the much too rapid beating of his heart.

He reached up and twisted his fingers into the fabric of his shirt over the intense sensation. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling with furrowed brows.

Nothing had been revealed about the Wheeler's lack of compliance. Nothing had been said that could confirm any suspicion or inkling Seto might have had. No...something far more powerful had occurred.

With no verbal exchange of dialogue they had reached an understanding.

Perhaps that was why his heart was working at a hummingbird pace.

He understood everything.

It instilled an odd fear within him at experiencing such a level of emotional comprehension with another. Especially since he had never felt such a powerful pull before since he had never allowed himself to expose anything on an emotional level.

As his breathing slowed and his digits loosened, he found his eyes fluttering closed in order to stifle his sight. He flattened his hand and hung his head while he breathed more evenly; relishing the intakes of air. A harsh whisper greeted the silent air and floated in the small perimeter it had been uttered in, only to taunt the owner of the syllables.

"Why do you have to do this to me?"

TBC

TADA! Yay update! Honestly guys I had a total unable to write at all phase during the ...somewhere int he first part of this chap. But I'm better not so no worries. Yeah well...it's kind of a long...confusing..chapter. There's a lot of exchanges but note that this little scene near the end that was purely a brotherly sort of response. All you older siblings out there know that..worry. I'm not an older sibling. But whatevs you get what I mean Kaiba's 'brotherly..ness' was showing. Okay nother note..Kaiba doesn't actually 'know' that Joey's abused. But it's kinda hinted at that he does...you know the little child part of him understands cause...Gozaburo was a douche. Lol! Well yeah so he doesn't actually 'know'. I wanted ot give you guys that brief little...'bridge moment' as I've been referring to these moments as for some reason. Oh and the heart beating what not at the very end...no..it's not cause Seto's like in love with him. It's cause Seto's like an introvert. And he's really really not used to connecting with someone that much so...it's like it hit him like WOAH! Lol yeah...but it like hits him and he's just kinda...shocked and he feels like..'holy shit gotta get out of here' Lol well. I enjoyed my nice poetic shit at the end but al in all...I'm not as happy about this chap. I feel like it's everywhere...but i'M sure it's fine in reality. OH and another thing I finally finished my finals like two days ago so that means SUMMER! And that means I'll have a lot more time to update! So yay! But yeah...I'm sure you guys will think this chap is fine...even though I don't Lol. I probably had more stuff I wanted ot say in this...but i can't think of anything soo REVIEW