The waiter returns with our drinks, and we order. I get a tomato basil fettuccine dish,
and Mokuba gets a hamburger. It may seem odd, but this place has everything you could ever
want to eat. The waiter exits once again, and in less than fifteen minutes our food comes. I find
myself eating with Mokuba in perfect silence, and my thoughts drift to Yugi.
*Your faith in me brings me to tears*
*Even after all these years*
I sigh, remembering how he stood up for me when I was battling Pegasus. Even though
we were enemies when it came to duelling, he put it all aside once he knew what I was fighting
for, supporting me all the way. He saw through my harsh exterior I had taken so long to put up,
seeing the caring, compassionate me that I kept hidden from the rest of the world. Even now, he
still believes in me. He wouldn't tell me about his feelings unless he did.
"Seto?"
"Yeah?"
"You're...you're..."
"I'm what?"
"You're crying."
I can't believe that. I'm not crying, I can't be. I bring my hand to my eyes, and to my
shock, I find a moist liquid running down my face. I close them, trying to block the saline water,
trying to keep my emotions in check. I focus on what Pegasus did in order to replace my tears
with anger. It works quite well, and I use my napkin to clean my face. Mokuba's concerned
look turns into one of mirth, and he starts giggling like a child.
"What is it?"
"Heehee...Seto...heehee...you've, you've got...heeheehee...you've got tomato sauce all over your
cheeks. It looks like really bad makeup."
"Oh, sure I do."
"Hey, I was right about the tears, you think I'd joke about this?"
"Yes."
"Fine, believe what you want."
The waiter returns, and I can see that he's desperately trying not to fall down laughing.
Maybe Mokuba wasn't joking...no, I'm sure he is. He laughs for no reason all the time just to
get me to believe him.
"Is everything alright here? Would you like another napkin, sir?"
Mokuba breaks into fits of laughter, hitting his head against the booth. The waiter is
doing better, though I can see him chuckling. I raise a hand to my cheek and look at it
afterwards...it has dried tomato sauce all over it.
"Yes, a napkin would be very good."
"I'll be back in a moment sir."
Two minutes later I can hear the staff all giggling like idiots. I don't have to wonder
why. Mokuba is still chuckling. We finish our meal, pay and get back into the car. I sit in the
seat, ready to start the car up when Mokuba asks me a question.
"Brother, why were you crying?"
"I...it's a long story."
"I can listen."
"Sorry, but it's just not something I'm ready to tell anyone right now."
"Okay then."
A melancholy mood settles over us both as I drive home. Sometimes I wish I could just
turn off my mind, and not have to think about anything. Of course, I can't, so the multi-coloured
angel invades my thoughts once again.
*And it pains me so much to tell*
*That you don't know me that well*
I remember telling Yugi there was a lot to figure out about myself, and now that I think
it, if I really wanted to know, I should ask him. I always assumed he never really knew me, that
he didn't know the real me, but everything he does...I'm not sure anymore. There are things
though, that no one will, or should, ever know about me. It hurts just to think about all this.
We arrive in our driveway, and exit the car. Again, I don't lock the doors. Mokuba locks
his though. He looks worried, probably because of me. Just great, I've ruined our outing.
"Hey Seto?"
I turn around, and Mokuba stands there, still looking concerned. My guilt comes crashing
down on me again, at this rate, I'll never get back to work.
"I know you don't feel ready to tell anyone...but you'll feel a lot better if you do."
I acknowledge his words with a simple nod, and we go inside. I tell Mokuba I need to be
alone for an hour or so, and he nods and pops in a video. It blares loudly, but it'll keep him from
hearing me, and the house is so big that we won't really hear each other anyways.
*And though my love is rare*
*Though my love is true*
I slam the door as I enter my room, not giving a damn if it breaks. The servants can fix it
some other day, that's what they're paid for. I fling myself on my bead and pound it with my
fists. Why can't things be simple? Why me? Why him? Hell, someone so beautiful doesn't
deserve someone like me, he shouldn't want me, and yet he does. That hurts even more because
I know I can't treat him the way I ought to. I think in the deep corners of my mind I actually DO
love him, but I'm not admitting it to the rest of myself.
*I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away*
*I don't know where my soul is, I don't know where my home is.*
Tears stream down my face, and my body is wracking with each sob that I take. I don't
care anymore. Let me cry, I just want this all to go away and have everything go back to normal,
when I wasn't lusting over my violet-eyed ex rival. I can't have him. I can and yet there's no
way I could. The pillow covers are stained with my tears, my blankets crumpled. I look like a
pathetic mess, and I don't care.
*And baby all I need for you to know is*
*I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away*
*I don't know where my soul is, I don't know where my home is*
"Seto?"
Hearing Mokuba's voice, I jerk upward, not even trying to mask the tears.
"What?"
"Yugi came over...he wants to speak to you."
and Mokuba gets a hamburger. It may seem odd, but this place has everything you could ever
want to eat. The waiter exits once again, and in less than fifteen minutes our food comes. I find
myself eating with Mokuba in perfect silence, and my thoughts drift to Yugi.
*Your faith in me brings me to tears*
*Even after all these years*
I sigh, remembering how he stood up for me when I was battling Pegasus. Even though
we were enemies when it came to duelling, he put it all aside once he knew what I was fighting
for, supporting me all the way. He saw through my harsh exterior I had taken so long to put up,
seeing the caring, compassionate me that I kept hidden from the rest of the world. Even now, he
still believes in me. He wouldn't tell me about his feelings unless he did.
"Seto?"
"Yeah?"
"You're...you're..."
"I'm what?"
"You're crying."
I can't believe that. I'm not crying, I can't be. I bring my hand to my eyes, and to my
shock, I find a moist liquid running down my face. I close them, trying to block the saline water,
trying to keep my emotions in check. I focus on what Pegasus did in order to replace my tears
with anger. It works quite well, and I use my napkin to clean my face. Mokuba's concerned
look turns into one of mirth, and he starts giggling like a child.
"What is it?"
"Heehee...Seto...heehee...you've, you've got...heeheehee...you've got tomato sauce all over your
cheeks. It looks like really bad makeup."
"Oh, sure I do."
"Hey, I was right about the tears, you think I'd joke about this?"
"Yes."
"Fine, believe what you want."
The waiter returns, and I can see that he's desperately trying not to fall down laughing.
Maybe Mokuba wasn't joking...no, I'm sure he is. He laughs for no reason all the time just to
get me to believe him.
"Is everything alright here? Would you like another napkin, sir?"
Mokuba breaks into fits of laughter, hitting his head against the booth. The waiter is
doing better, though I can see him chuckling. I raise a hand to my cheek and look at it
afterwards...it has dried tomato sauce all over it.
"Yes, a napkin would be very good."
"I'll be back in a moment sir."
Two minutes later I can hear the staff all giggling like idiots. I don't have to wonder
why. Mokuba is still chuckling. We finish our meal, pay and get back into the car. I sit in the
seat, ready to start the car up when Mokuba asks me a question.
"Brother, why were you crying?"
"I...it's a long story."
"I can listen."
"Sorry, but it's just not something I'm ready to tell anyone right now."
"Okay then."
A melancholy mood settles over us both as I drive home. Sometimes I wish I could just
turn off my mind, and not have to think about anything. Of course, I can't, so the multi-coloured
angel invades my thoughts once again.
*And it pains me so much to tell*
*That you don't know me that well*
I remember telling Yugi there was a lot to figure out about myself, and now that I think
it, if I really wanted to know, I should ask him. I always assumed he never really knew me, that
he didn't know the real me, but everything he does...I'm not sure anymore. There are things
though, that no one will, or should, ever know about me. It hurts just to think about all this.
We arrive in our driveway, and exit the car. Again, I don't lock the doors. Mokuba locks
his though. He looks worried, probably because of me. Just great, I've ruined our outing.
"Hey Seto?"
I turn around, and Mokuba stands there, still looking concerned. My guilt comes crashing
down on me again, at this rate, I'll never get back to work.
"I know you don't feel ready to tell anyone...but you'll feel a lot better if you do."
I acknowledge his words with a simple nod, and we go inside. I tell Mokuba I need to be
alone for an hour or so, and he nods and pops in a video. It blares loudly, but it'll keep him from
hearing me, and the house is so big that we won't really hear each other anyways.
*And though my love is rare*
*Though my love is true*
I slam the door as I enter my room, not giving a damn if it breaks. The servants can fix it
some other day, that's what they're paid for. I fling myself on my bead and pound it with my
fists. Why can't things be simple? Why me? Why him? Hell, someone so beautiful doesn't
deserve someone like me, he shouldn't want me, and yet he does. That hurts even more because
I know I can't treat him the way I ought to. I think in the deep corners of my mind I actually DO
love him, but I'm not admitting it to the rest of myself.
*I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away*
*I don't know where my soul is, I don't know where my home is.*
Tears stream down my face, and my body is wracking with each sob that I take. I don't
care anymore. Let me cry, I just want this all to go away and have everything go back to normal,
when I wasn't lusting over my violet-eyed ex rival. I can't have him. I can and yet there's no
way I could. The pillow covers are stained with my tears, my blankets crumpled. I look like a
pathetic mess, and I don't care.
*And baby all I need for you to know is*
*I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away*
*I don't know where my soul is, I don't know where my home is*
"Seto?"
Hearing Mokuba's voice, I jerk upward, not even trying to mask the tears.
"What?"
"Yugi came over...he wants to speak to you."