Summary: Tragedy strikes. Joey Wheeler is gone forever. Or is he? Joey POV. Post Duelist Kingdom AU. Will eventually be Seto/Joey shounen-ai.
Author's Notes: Well, I thought I'd try writing a YuGiOh fic. And it's still going.
Wheee, reviews!!! I'm so happy ^_^
There will be no super physical SxJ scene. Not only would it stick out horribly if I tried, but I've never written one before, either (unless you count the awful gag Gundam Wing one I did years ago where Heero exploded and expired ten seconds in).
Warnings: Character death (sort of), language, angst, eventual Seto/Joey.
Disclaimers: I don't own YuGiOh or any other brand names you might come across. No spotted owls were harmed in the making of this fic.
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Being Dead Ain't Easy
Chapter Seven: While You Were Sleeping
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After a while, Kaiba comes outta the bathroom dressed in black jammies, lookin' like there's nothing wrong with him, like he hadn't spazzed out just five minutes ago. I follow him as he heads to a bedroom. I guess it's his. His little bro's waitin' at the door.
Kaiba looks kinda puzzled. "Is something the matter, Mokuba?"
Mokuba chews his lip a little. "Ummm… big brother?"
"Yes, Mokuba?"
"You'd tell me… if there was anything wrong, right? If something was bothering you, you'd say so, wouldn't you, big brother?"
Kaiba's smile… he's still smiling, but his eyes… those cold blue eyes of his just go flat. I get chills just lookin' at him.
"Of course I would, Mokuba. Now go to bed, little brother, it's getting late."
Mokuba's not buyin' it. He opens his mouth to argue.
Nobody argues with Seto Kaiba. Nobody. Not even his little brother. "Bed. NOW," he says, no, commands. I can almost hear the "do not question me or you'll be very, very sorry" tacked on the end. It's obvious he doesn't wanna talk. I know he loves his little brother, but Kaiba looks just plain scary right now.
Mokuba takes one look at his face, gulps, and runs away. Smart kid.
Once the kid's gone, Kaiba slams the bedroom door open, goes inside, and slams the door closed in my face. I don't go phantom-y in time and it fuckin' hurts. Stupid Kaiba, what'd you go and do that for!? Just open and close the freakin' door like a normal person! Or better yet, leave it open. And ya can't run away from me that easy. This ghost thing is pretty handy. I step through the door.
Nice bedroom. Thick carpet, lotsa dark wood furniture. There's a desk with a computer sittin' on it and a nice black leather chair with wheels in front of the desk in one end of the room. The big king-sized bed is in the other. There's a lamp on the nightstand by the bed. It's on right now but I'm guessin' it won't be for long 'cause it looks like Kaiba's climbin' into bed. Sleepytime for the Kaiba household.
He gets under the covers, sticks out an arm, turns off the light, and flips over so he's on his side instead of his back, away from the lamp. I blink until I can see in the darkness. Kaiba moves around a bit until he's comfortable, sighs, moves around a little more, and finally settles down.
I think he's asleep, but then he starts movin' all over again, flips onto his back, and stops.
Ten minutes later, he does it again. And again.
I lose count of how many he times he flops around like a fish. Finally, finally, he settles down for good.
I watch him for a while, but he's not movin'. I guess he really is asleep. Does he thrash around like that every night? I check his alarm clock: 1:14AM.
That's it. Show's over, folks.
Now, another problem with this ghost thing is that I don't sleep. While I was checkin' up on my friends and family, I just wandered around for eight hours until they woke up. I guess I can go do that wandering thing, but it gets pretty boring.
Besides, I said I'd haunt Kaiba. So I'm stayin' put. Can't bug him if I'm not here.
So does that mean I'm just gonna stand here and watch him sleep? I guess so.
...Actually, I've got a better idea. I'll go sit in his comfy leather chair and stare at him from there. I go and do that.
It's too far away. I can't watch Kaiba sleep from here. It's a lousy view.
Hmmm… maybe I can roll the chair over to his bed? If I can screw around with his mirror, maybe I can do the same to his chair.
I go and check to make sure Kaiba's asleep, first. The last thing he needs after his bathroom freakout is to see some possessed chair rollin' around. It woulda been funny, but I guess I'm not in the mood to scare him again. I'll give him a break. Just this once.
I lean real close to his ear, so close that he'd feel my breath if I was breathing. "I'm bein' nice right now, but don't get me wrong, Kaiba. I'm still gonna haunt your ass. Next time, you're gonna be awake."
He just goes "Mmmmhmmm..." and rolls over again. Starts snoring. I guess he's not impressed. At least he doesn't snore too loud.
I grab the chair and pull it towards his bed. It feels like it weighs a ton. Roll, stop for a break, roll, break, roll, swear, break, roll some more. All in all, it takes me TWO FREAKING HOURS to get that stupid chair across the room. And then it takes me another half hour to turn the damn thing around 'cause it's facing the wrong way. A long two and a half hours later, I finally get to sit down. Man, I'm not doin' that again. I'm achin' from all that work. Tired.
That kinda worries me. I can't eat, I can't sleep, so where's my energy comin' from? Am I just gonna burn out one day? Poof, no more Joey?
Kaiba's still asleep. He looks less like a bastard when he's asleep. He's curled up on the bed and still snoring.
Ya know, I just realized something. I coulda just sat on the bed and saved myself a lotta trouble.
And ya know what else?
I'm gonna hafta put this chair back where I found it before Kaiba wakes up. Which will be, since there's school tomorrow, in, oh, maybe three hours. I guess I might as well get started now. Exercise is good for you.
Yeah, next time I'm sittin' on the bed.
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