**I'm giving in to you
Watch me crumble**

Giving In

Jou stared in shock at Seto Kaiba. He held a paper coffe cup in his hand. The taller teen glared icily towards Jou.

"Again, I ask, what are you doing here?"

Jou sighed and pushed himself away from the wall. "Is Mokuba alright?"

Shock ran through Kaiba's face for all but a second before pushing his face back into a frown."Yes, he is fine."

Jou nodded, asking, "What happened?"

Seto glared more, snarling, "Why should I tell you?"

"'Cause I'm asking," Jou shot back with attitude.

Seto stood no longer glaring. He sighed shakily. "He was hit by a car."

Jou stood seemingly unphased on the outside. Inside his mind was racing. Mokuba was hit by a car!? Jesus Christ! How was he not dead? Jou wanted to shout all his questions, but kept them in. If he knew Seto at all, he knew that he did not like to talk about feelings ... or family. Jou nodded instead.

"Is he going to be alright?" Jou questioned. Seto shook his head.

"They ... they don't know." Seto looked towards the ground, gripping the paper cup tightly. Jou knew Seto wouldn't want to say any more; he respected that and walked slowly towards Seto, stopping in front of him. Eyes blank.

"My father was caught in the middle of a fire. He has severe burns ..." Jou paused as Seto looked to him, then finished, "I hope Mokuba gets better." And with that he walked back towards his father's room.

Jou sat down in the same chair he was, and placed the bag that was on it beneath it. He sat still for about fifteen more minutes before the doctor he had spoken to before came up to him.

"You're father has been moved to the central care ward. You can visit him now."

"Where's that?"

"4th floor, room," he paused to check his clipboard, "7432." The doctor left, and Jou stood, then grabbed his bag and headed for the elevator. He went up one floor, counting his way until he reached room 7432. His hand reached for the knob, but he paused. Would his father be awake?

Jou shrugged off the feeling of fear, and walked inside. His father wasn't breathing on his own; he was hooked up to breathing machines, and heart pacers. Of 'course he wasn't awake. Jou stood at the edge of the bed, after placing his bag on the waiting chair behind him. He stood for atleast five minutes, glaring at his father. 'You're supposed to be dead, you fucking bastard!' He shouted in his mind.

He looked around the room once more. If his father wasn't hooked to these machines, he wouldn't be alive right now. Jou walked slowly to his father's side. His hand slowly reached for the oxygen. All he had to do ...

Jou's hand inched forward, towards the tube. All he needed was to go a little further ...

Suddenly, the door flew open and a doctor walked in, looking shocked at the position Jou was in, hand outstretched to his father's life support.

"Mr. Katsuya? What are you doing?"

Jou glared at the doctor, suddenly feeling the need for a cigarette. Jou walked towards his bag and pulled out a stick along with his lighter.

"I'll be back later."

The doctor nodded, and watched him go.

**

Jou made his was down the floors, hands itching to just light the cigarette right there in the elevator. Why didn't he just do it sooner? Why didn't he hurry up and pull the stupid tube from his father's nose? The bell dinged and Jou stepped out again, heading for the smoking area of the hospital outside.

He leaned against one of the large brick columns and lit up. He took a deep drag and let it rest.

Jou had a feeling he was becoming addicted. He exhaled through his mouth and nose closing his eyes in thought.

A familiar voice called to him again, "I didn't know you smoked, Katsuya."

Jou looked over to Seto, shooting back, "I didn't know you cared."

Seto snorted. "I don't."

Jou nodded and resumed his previous position. He took another drag before he felt the stick being taken from his hands. Jou stared at Seto before cocking an eyebrow. Seto looked at Jou before taking a drag and handing it back to Jou.

Jou smirked."I didn't know you smoked, Kaiba."

"Didn't know you cared."

Jou snorted, and finished off the cigarette, pressing the stub into the nearby ashtray. He then walked over to the bench next to the ashtray and sat down. He looked at Seto, and leaned his elbows on his knees, staring at the ground. He could hear Seto come to stand in front of him, pause, then take a seat next to the blond boy. They sat in silence for ten minutes. It wasn't comfortable, but not entirely uncomfortable.

Finally Seto leaned forward to sit in the same position Jou was. He turned his head towards him.

"You know, I once tried to kill my father."

Jou stiffened in surprise, but Seto continued, "... But you see, my plan worked. Your only problem was that you should have killed him differently. Or at least waited to see if he actually couldn't get out."

Jou stood suddenly, walking away from Kaiba. No ... not wanting to get away from Kaiba, only wanting to get away from the truth. Kaiba stood along with Joey grabbing his arm, pulling him towards his chest.

Jou's back ended up slamming against Kaiba, and felt a strong arm encircle his shoulders.

Jou could feel Kaiba's breath on his ear, making him shiver. "It's obvious you weren't in your right state of mind. ...You still aren't," Seto chuckled lowly, "Neither am I," he paused, "As much as you or I don't want to admit it ... we're alike, you know." Suddenly, Seto took his free hand and grabbed onto Jou's hair, jerking his head to the side. He then ran his tongue over Jou's cheek and swiftly let go of the boy. He stormed back into the hospital leaving an unusually unphased and strangely aroused teen in the smoking area.

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JI: Well, Jou finally gets to talk to Seto!

Betty: *cough* Talk ... *cough cough* right ...

JI: ¬_¬

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