Published:
15th Mayl 2003
Pairings: Seto x Joey
Disclaimers: Yu-Gi-Oh obviously isn't mine, but this fanfiction is.
Archive? What? You're serious? Sure! Just tell me first! ^^
Summary: You usual Seto x Joey fanfic, with my own twist- 'cause I can't
bear the overused general stuff. ^_^;;
Special Contest: I'm going to write a fanfiction or do
a fanart oekaki for the first person who can correctly identify where I get
my chapter titles / section titles from (also where the title of the story comes
from), but you'll have to be specific as to what type of a thing it is, and
what variation. I'll give the answer at the end of the very last chapter when
I finish the story- if nobody figures it out. If ya do just e-mail me or throw
up your answer on the "review" section. I'll do a fanart or fanfiction
for whatever you request- any genre of things, real stuff, anime, et cetera,
and any plot ya want, or any coupling, or whatever. I'm pretty open as long
as I sorta know the series. ^_^
Contest Updates:
niki92286: I am getting it from a nutritional fact chart, but only from
one type of food, and a specific flavour. ^_- Good try though.
Cairnsy: hm. Milk *might* be the answer to every question, but in this
case it isn't. o.O;; You're quite close though. I'll say, it *is* a milk product.
That's all the hint-age I'm gonna give.
Other notes: Again, another chapter I wrote way too quickly. I did it
last night in like.. too little time to be comprehensible. Gome nasai, I *really*
should spend more time on my fanfiction, but I just didn't have the time to.
I'll try and spend more time on the next chapter. I'm really not happy with
the way these chapters are shaping. They're sort of boring me. I might need
to throw some action in to spice things up a bit, or something. Maybe there's
just not enough angst? Or maybe there are too many things going on and not enough
emotional expression for each event? If you haven't noticed, by the way, the
poem part is from Seto's point of view- so you do get a little look into what
his view on things are. Sort of. Other than that, I'm thinking it'll probably
be a first-person dialogue from Joey's point of view. I tried to stick the accent
in a teeny bit since this is more of a fanfiction of the (evil, yes I know ^^)
dub. If I ever write fanfiction for the sub instead I'll probably go back to
my normal fanfiction style, which involves lots of "gomen!" "arigatou!","daijoubu?",
"onegai?", et cetera. I even changed stuff like "shimatta"
and "bakayaro" to it's english form because I wanted to stick with
a totally english-style. (Just trying to be consistent here. ^_^;;) If you like
this chapter, I guess you can leave me a review telling me to keep it up, or
whatever. But if you hated it, or want to see me do something in the next few
chapters instead- whether with plot or writing style, for the love of all that
is good, *please* don't hesitate to tell me! ^_^
Wow! I want to big time thank all the people who actually spent time reviewing
the prologue! It means very much to me that people enjoy what I write, even
if I don't write for reviews. I really want to thank Jenniyah and Mugs for adding
me as on their favourites list- and anybody else who did likewise (it probably
just didn't load through yet if ya did, 'cause my computer sucks big time!),
'cause you guys totally rock!
Quotation of the Day: "That's where you used to have to go get injected,
inspected, detected, infected, neglected, and selected. And I remember I had
to go in there one mornin' a long time ago for a physical examination. So I
got good and drunk the night before, 'cause I wanted to feel my best when I
went in that mornin'. I mean, I wanted to feel- I wanted to look- I wanted to
be like the All-American kid and when I went in that mornin' I was hung down,
I was brung down, I was hung up, I was all kinds of mean, nasty, ugly-looking
things. I walked in. I sat down. They gimmie a piece of paper. And said "Kid,
see the psychiatrist, Room 604". I went up there, I said "Shrink,
I wanna kill. I I mean, I wanna kill. I wanna see blood and gore and guts and
veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill! Kill! KILL!"
And I started jumpin' up and down yellin' "Kill! Kill!" And he started
jumpin' up and down with me, and we was both jumpin' up and down yellin' "Kill!
KILL! Kill! KILL! Kill!" Till the sergeant come over, pinned a medal on
me, sent me down the hall said "You're our boy!" I didn't feel real
good about it." - Alice's Restaurant (By Arlo Guthrie)
Responses to Reviews:
Lady Geuna, Echo, Difinity, Blue Lagoon Loon, Jenniyah, niki92286, and Delete
(Hope I spelled all that right! ^_^;;): I'm really happy you all enjoyed this
fanfiction so much, and here's the next chapter. I did it right away! There
ya go. Hope you guys enjoy this one just as much, if not more than the last
one! And yeah, nobody ever seems to make Seto sadistic enough in the stuff I
read. They always have some big tragic thing happen to either Joey or Seto,
and then make them change their attitudes toward each other right away- so I
never get to see a sadistic Seto! Sooo.. since I was too lazy to go search for
lots of fanfiction with him being all like that, I wrote one. ^__^;;
Dark Hilde: I *didn't* make him look like a moron? o.O;; I kinda thought I did.
For one thing, the narration isn't.. very deep- not as deep as I usually make
it when I write stories. For another thing, he was pretty compulsive and stuff.
Hmm. Then again, I've read some fanfiction where he's a total idiot. I just
tried to stick to the story as much as I could. In my opinion Joey is nice and
well-meaning, but often a bit... quick to anger. If you ask me, in the show
(the dub, at least) Tristan is the real moron. Then again, it's a bit hard to
tell since he never says too much. ^_^;;
And finally we get to the good stuff (sorta?), the thing you've all been waiting
for (after all the comments and review responses and all that stuff I have way
too much fun typing!)
1.1: Energy
I can feel your warm
and even breath,
on my chest as you rest your head on me
Your eyes closed, I notice your beauty as you sleep,
Don't you know the way you make me feel?
I awoke slowly to softness
unmatched by any I had felt before. I was quite confused. The last thing I could
remember was a fight. A tangle ensued... in a limo. Kaiba! It would have to
have been his. Who else owned a limo that I knew? Slowly my groggy memories
came back to me. Once I had regained my memory of what had happened before everything
blacked out, I tried to clear my vision of the obscurity that hindered it. I
rubbed my eyes, and let out a loud yawn, stretching gleefully. Despite the fight,
I felt... good? I had obviously needed the rest. As I looked around, I could
clearly see that the place was overly mature and elaborate. It was not the room
of a child. It was the room of someone who just wanted to show off how rich
they really were. Old European-style furnishings were organized neatly around
the room, far different from most of the scattered belongings contained within
my house.
I had the feeling of a smothering drowsiness from the room I was in. It was like one of those old elaborate places one could see in movies- but I had never seen anything like it in real life before. I placed a delicate finger down around my side, and it was soft to my touch. It felt like satin. I lowered my gaze, and noted that I was lying on several crimson pillows. It was the deep colour of blood. I tried to calm the shudder that ran through me at that thought.
Was I in Kaiba's mansion? That was the only reasonable explanation I could come up with, but I was still confused. Why had he trapped me in his mansion, of all places, instead of beating me and leaving me on the street? Maybe he wanted to wait until I was fully conscious to beat me into submission? I wanted to run, but the place around me was too hypnotizing. The delicately built pillars that held the frame of the building up, the extensively detailed rugs that looked hand-woven, and must have taken forever to create. A rush of envy at having so much money bursted through me, but at the same time a deep fear. With money comes great power. I always knew Kaiba was powerful, and in many more ways than one. Otherwise, how could he have always had such good Duelling Decks? How could he own his own huge company? How could he afford all that clothing, or even that laptop? It just... never hit me, exactly how much money he was. Or how powerful he was. I gulped at that thought.
What was I going to do? I had to get out. I had to flee. I couldn't let him do anything to me. If I couldn't get out I'd have to be prepared to fight him! I rushed to the door, my legs feeling surprisingly springy, and willing to move. Of course, the door was locked, as I had expected it to be. I didn't know how to pick a lock. Frantically I looked to the window, and scuttled toward it in a desperate attempt. I drew back the curtains to be disappointed. What do you know? The windows were locked as well- locks with keyholes and all. Then again, with a place like this I figured you couldn't be too careful. Unless this was Kaiba's personal torture chamber.
I frowned and shook my head at that thought. The place was too luxurious for torture- and there wasn't any blood or devices that could cause pain lying around. I was expecting him to have a dungeon with torture chambers- at least; it wouldn't have surprised me if he did have one, anyway.
I stood there for a few minutes, worrying frantically. In the movies there was always an air vent for the character in trouble to exit from! I looked up at the ceiling. No luck. Anyway, the ceiling was more than twelve feet above my head. There was no possible way I could have gotten up there. I looked around the room for some kind of vents of removable panels, but could see nothing but the bare floors, the walls covered in paintings of portraits of people, bookshelves full of sombre novels, and expensive looking ornaments hanging here and there.
I thought I heard footsteps coming down the corridor. In a hurried attempt I tried to find somewhere to hide, but other than a small desk that looked ridiculously tiny, and it would be obvious if I tried to hide under it. Even I didn't want to look like that big of an idiot. Besides, the stupider I made myself look; the more Kaiba would probably try and take advantage of my lack of intelligence. That hot-headed rat! This was all his fault!
I rushed back to the bed. Maybe if he thought I was asleep, he wouldn't try and beat me up... yet. I was in his kingdom now, his domain. All rules were thrown in the shredder, all bets were off. I didn't even have my friends to defend me or back me up in Kaiba's mansion. I curled up on the extremely illustrious bed I had awoken on. I was just beginning to realize how large and warm and comfortable it was as I laid back down on it. My bed at home was tiny in comparison to the monstrous creation that was seemingly forged by masters of their trade.
"Mokuba! Not right now! I have... *something* to take care of first!" I could hear as two pairs of footsteps grew closer. Ah, that would be Kaiba and his little brother, Mokuba. I actually didn't mind the kid so much; it was his brother I couldn't stand. Kaiba said he had "something" to deal with? That must have been me, right? What did he mean, "deal", exactly? Throwing that thought aside for the moment, his commanding parental-sounding voice reminded me of my own father. Damn! What time was it? When I looked out the window it hadn't struck me right away that it was basically sunset. My dad would probably be furious that I wasn't home on time. I doubted that my father would do anything to me in comparison to the pain that Seto Kaiba was about to inflict.
I heard the rattle of the door, and the knob slowly turning. Immediately I feigned sleep, starting long, heavy breaths, closing my eyes, and snuggling up to one of the soft, plush pillows, moving silently until I was comfortable.
Slowly I heard the door creak open. I hoped that pretending to be asleep would work. Maybe he would leave me alone until he thought I was awake. Maybe before then I could figure out a plan of escape- or someone would come rescue me. After that dramatic exit in Kaiba's limo, I was sure Yugi and my other friends would be worried when they realized I hadn't gotten home that night.
Slow, definite footsteps closed the gap of physical distance between the wooden door, etched with stunning patterns, to the bed which I rested upon silently. The footsteps stopped at the side of the bed, and I could hear the rustle of fabric. I wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but I was pretty sure he was moving his body.
I felt a warm breath against my cheek, and suddenly realized that Kaiba must have bent down. He was looming over me! Oh god. I nearly jumped, and if I had I would have revealed my cover, as a cool, icy touch caressed my cheek, and brushed a soft blonde bang of my hair across my face and to the side of my ear. I didn't dare to open my eyes, and tried desperately to keep my breaths steady and heavy.
Suddenly his presence was gone, and the footsteps were moving away. Thank god, I had fooled him! Now he would leave me alone for a while until I could plan an escape! Or so my simple mind thought as I heard the door creak closed, and the lock clicked. But it didn't lock behind him as he exited. It locked in front of him as he pulled the door closed. He had locked us both in together purposely, as he pocketed the key.
I viewed him nervously from the corner of my eye, which I had opened just a crack. He dragged his infamous metallic and silver briefcase over to the desk, and deposited it with a soft sigh. He clicked the suitcase unlocked, slipped out his laptop, and placed it on the desk among some paperwork. With that, he stood there for a second; staring blankly at the curtains I had drawn open.
"I'd swear these were closed... must have been a maid." He muttered, shaking his head to himself. Jeez! Good going, Joey! You moron! He nearly caught you red-handed there! And then the footsteps were coming back to the bed. I hadn't expected it. I had assumed I was in some sort of a guest room originally.
I realized that I was mistaken when he had locked us both in there, realizing his intentions. He walked toward a section of curtains I had assumed lead to the rest of the windows, but when he swept them aside, I realized it actually revealed the doorway to a bathroom. He entered into the bathroom, sweeping the curtains closed behind him.
The second I was sure that he was gone, and heard taps running, I began breathing quickly again. Oh god! What had I gotten myself into? How was I going to get away from the room? How did I plan to escape the building? Kaiba must have wanted to ensure that I didn't escape, and therefore was keeping as close to me as possible so that he could exact his revenge. I figured he must have lived by the motto "Keep you friends close, and your enemies closer." And... from what I knew of him, Kaiba's enemies sure didn't last for very long, either. Look at how he acted in school! Glaring icily at everyone, commanding power, enforcing limitless will. Practically the entire school feared him- I think even some of the teachers did. So what made me think I could stand up to him?
But he wasn't any better than some low-class bully! Just because he was smarter didn't mean he was better! With the exception of how he treated his brother, there didn't seem to be a good bone in his entire body! And there I was, stuck with the bastard. Glumly I figured I could keep up the charade of pretending to be asleep for a while, hopefully he would fall for it again- but I knew it wouldn't last forever,
The water stopped running in the next-door room, and I heard the curtains being drawn back. I immediately went back into my act of "sleeping". I didn't get a chance to look at him again. No that I really wanted to, anyway. Just being near him was creepy enough.
Suddenly the footsteps stopped on the opposite side of the bed so that he was facing my back. I must have looked quite innocent and fragile, curled up like that, comforted by the warm pillows, pulling the bed sheet up, bunching it against my skin. He released a low, sinister chuckle; one that caused me to shiver silently, no matter how hard I tried to control it. He meandered for a moment, and then I felt the entire bed lower, as a new weight was placed on it.
Suddenly a warmth was up again my back. It was him! Kaiba was actually planning on sleeping next to me? Wasn't he taking things a bit far? Sure, he might have wanted to make sure I didn't escape, but was all *this* really necessary? Not that there were any other beds in the room... maybe I was just letting my mind get carried away.
It wasn't that weird, after all. Especially not when one took into consideration that he was Seto Kaiba, after all. I had almost forgotten to consider that his mind didn't work the same way as mine. He wasn't compassionate, or sympathetic. He was nearly inhuman- and sleeping next to an enemy probably meant little to him. Heck, it wouldn't surprise me if he tried to strangle me in my sleep- except I knew that was too merciful for him. If he was going to kill me, he'd do it through torturous and endlessly painful means.
He moved to get comfortable, and ended up lying so that my head rested against his chest. He was surprisingly soft, and quite comfortable. I waited a while, hoping he would close his eyes and sleep, but he just laid there for a while. I wondered idly what he was doing. Maybe he was asleep? But he couldn't have been- nobody could sleep in a position like that. He must have been looking at something, or... thinking about something. Maybe about what he was planning on... doing with me. Ulp, bad thoughts.
Finally he moved around a bit, obviously getting comfortable. I sighed as quietly as I could, hoping he wouldn't realize I was awake. I wasn't fully alert, but I wasn't exactly asleep either. I was hoping to make a sneaky exit after a while once I was sure he had fallen asleep. If such a thing were possible, that was. I didn't know how I was going to get out of the situation, but figured that there had to be some sort of a way. That was, until the thing that occurred a second later. He had finally gotten comfortable, and seemed to be drifting off to sleep, when a pair of hands snaked around my waist. I was confused and utterly horrified at the same time. What the hell did he think he was doing?
Of course, it was I who had thought something of it. It was I who thought more of it than what it really meant. It was I who thought about it as "sleeping with Kaiba", rather than what was really going on. Why did I make it into more than it was meant to be? He was just making sure I was still around so that he could embarrass and beat me. Sure, his sadistic and limitlessly cruel attitude was showing through, but I was still making more out of it than I should have. I should have been planning an escape still, but basically realized with his arms around me that there was no real escape. He probably did it on purpose just so that I couldn't move without him knowing- the jerk. He had to be aware of me constantly. And when he wasn't fully awake or on his feet, he had to have a million traps and ways of making sure he would be obeyed.
So there I was; lying with Kaiba holding firmly onto me. It was by no means soft or gentle. He saved any gentleness that he had for torturing me- for causing the generally short moments before a punch-up to turn into extensively long periods of waiting. Waiting for the pain to come. Waiting for the blows to end. Waiting for everything to be over with. Kaiba knew what he was doing too well. Whatever had once made him like this was not of my concern, but I'm sure I wouldn't have wished it on my own worst enemy. Even if my own worst enemy *was* the dark haired youth that happened to have me locked in his mansion, firmly holding me in place, and strictly trapping me into submission. My will was not gone yet. I would find a way out. I had to!
I never really understood how Kaiba always got away with everything he did. It seemed so paradoxical to all of Yugi's speeches and truths. Yugi was never wrong! Right? Right! So then why was it that Kaiba never obeyed Yugi's theories and explanations? There never seemed to be rules that restricted Kaiba. He seemed to get away with anything he wanted. There never seemed to be anyone who competed with Kaiba that didn't result in brown-haired teen getting the last laugh. I guess the time had come for it to be my turn. With whatever Kaiba was going to do with me at stake, and my friends probably worrying... I had more than enough reasons to carry on.
But I was so tired... and, maybe, just for the moment I would rest a little while. What could it hurt? I mean, I was getting a bit tired after all. And Kaiba... he wasn't going to hurt me as long as I was asleep, he'd already proved that. And it's not like I was going to be able to go anywhere right then without instantly waking him up... maybe it wasn't such a bad thing, anyway. Staying in a mansion like the one I was in, for just a little while couldn't be too horrible. Maybe I could get Mokuba to help me out of the place. He had to have keys to all the doors as well, right? Mokuba wasn't such a bad kid... he'd let me out... yeah. That was it.
I looked slowly down at Kaiba's hand around my waist, and then turned my head slightly to peer over my shoulder at the sleep boy. My head was against his chest, and his body was warm and felt sort of... nice and comforting. Which I found strange, since that didn't seem to suit Seto Kaiba, the big bad CEO of Kaiba Corp. at all. As I inhaled, I caught a whiff of something that smelled like cinnamon and sugar. Bittersweet, eh Kaiba? Then again, that'd have been just like him. My eyes were growing heavier, and I could feel them about closing as I took one last look at the bastard that had ripped me from my daily life, and all because I'd said a few nasty things to him... well, actually, a lot of nasty things- but that wasn't the point. Oh, what was the point? I was too tired to even remember or care at that point. All my energy had been wasted, worrying and wondering. And maybe even a little pondering. All the events that seemed to be taking place totally phased me, I didn't understand what the heck was going on. But that was okay, because I was too dizzy and sleepy to bother to think about such things any more; besides, I was safe for the time being, even if all my energy had totally been drained. Soon enough I had fallen deep into a sleep.