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Yami: But I want my
Yuemoon!
*Malik slaps Yami upside the head*
Malik: Do the disclaimer already baka!
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Start writing already!
Me: Okay!
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Addicted To It
Seto led Jou through the halls of his home, not really caring for the surroundings while Jou twisted his head around to see everything that he could see. The walls were decorated with pictures of landscapes and far off fantasy lands. There were also weapons of all shapes, sizes, and ages lining the walls of Seto's home. Turning down another corridor, the two of them passed several suits of armor and Jou's jaw dropped in amazement.
"Were you preparing for a war Seto?" Jou asked in mockery, "I am only staying for a week you know."
"Well, even that week is enough for me to bring out the weapons and armor," Seto laughed, "No. I have a passion for relics from the Middle Ages. King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table have always fascinated me."
The two of them went up some stairs to the fourth landing of the house and Jou was surrounded by relics of Ancient Egypt. Seto smiled at him sheepishly.
"The Middle Ages and Ancient Egypt," Seto told him. Jou merely laughed at Seto as they finally came to the room that Jou was to sleep in.
"It's like I asked, right Seto?" Jou asked him.
"Yes," Seto answered, "I am right next door to you. I won't let you get lost in my home Jou, I promise you that."
"Good. Do we have adjoining doors? So I can get to you quickly in the night should the need arise?" Seto pointed to a door that was partially hidden by a hanging tapestry. Jou went over to the wooden barricade and checked the handle. It was unlocked and it could only be locked from his side of the bedroom. He nodded his head in approval. The gods know that these next few nights are going to be hell. He turned back to Seto and he blushed when he saw that Seto was looking at him through lowered eyes. Jou couldn't figure him out. One minute Seto is calling him a sniveling dog, and the next he is about to kiss him. Yet, it didn't really bother him so much as he thought it might. No, Jou loved the cold, blue eyed man with all his heart.
Seto watched Jou as he tested the door, feeling the heat rise in him when he thought that Jou would be sleeping but seconds away from him at night. As he looked at the golden haired angel, Seto felt a tightening in his pants and he grunted silently at the sudden friction that was made by his slight movements. Making sure that Jou was still inspecting the door, he quickly readjusted himself to more comforting environments. Jou suddenly turned back to him and he saw the other male blush, making his already gorgeous features accented.
"Well?" asked Seto, keeping his voice in check, "Is it to your liking, Jou?"
"Yeah. It's perfect Seto," Jou replied and began to unpack his clothing, but then he suddenly stood up in alarm. He saw that Seto had leaned against the post of the king sized bed and was breathing heavily, clutching his chest lightly. Jou ran over to him and helped him stand, putting Seto's arm around his shoulders and half dragging, half carrying Seto to his room. He laid him gently upon the mattress, but then handcuffed Seto to the bed. Seto jumped in surprise.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" he yelled at him.
"I'm going to force myself on you," Jou said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Idiot. I'm tying you to the bed so you don't hurt yourself or anyone else. Did you clean out all of your stuff?"
"In…in the window sill. I haven't gotten to that yet. The top lifts up."
Jou went to the window sill, where Twilight began to dance across her aunt, the Sky, lighting up the path for her brother Night to come and play. He lifted the velvet seat covering and found everything that was precious to Kaiba inside the treasure chest. Photographs of Mokuba and Seto at a younger age littered the sides, books and journals covered the bottom, and hundreds upon hundreds of dueling cards were neatly piled in there. Jou looked back and forth, but he couldn't find anything.
"Um…where is it?"
"The chest…it has a fake bottom that lifts up. It's all in there."
Jou nodded and then reached down. By the slightest touch of his hand, the bottom popped open, and Jou lifted it. He suddenly realized that all the books were made of plastic. They had looked so realistic to Jou that he was tempted to pick one up and read it. He blushed in embarrassment, and he looked down once more. There, nestled in a large, velvet case, were about fifty needles, all prepped and waiting to be used. Jou swallowed hard as he lifted the case and turned back to Seto, who was looking at him with somewhat wild eyes. He swallowed hard, but then went over to the bed and un-hooked Seto, who made a lunge for the box, but Jou moved it out of the way. Seto laid back with a defeated sigh.
"You're going to destroy those, right Jou?" Seto asked him as his eyes lowered at him.
"No," Jou replied calmly and softly, "You are going to do it."
"I…I am?"
"Yes. Now get up. We're going to the back of the house. I saw the dumpster that was back there. You're going to smash them, sweep them up and throw them away. ALL of them Seto."
Seto swallowed hard at Jou, but he got up none the less, following Jou outside like a zombie. Seto muttered a few things to Jou so that they wouldn't get lost in the vast space of the Kaiba home. They finally reached the back, where a large dumpster, filled with all sorts of computer parts, papers, boxes, and even food. The wind ruffled both of their hair, playing with the blonde and chestnut colored strands, and then the angel handed him the box. He looked at the black velvet in his hands, seeing that he was holding his life right there. If he smashed them now, he would be better. In mind, in body and in his soul. But…if he didn't break them, if he left them whole…
He looked at Jou, whose amber eyes shined brightly at him. That was Seto's anchor. The light that radiated from Jou's eyes helped make up his mind as he slammed the box into the ground, stomping on it viciously with his foot. He continued to pound on the black velvet, his eyes getting blurry with angry tears. How could he have been so weak? How could he have succumbed to this drug? To need it every day? Seto suddenly found himself on all fours, crying with a vengeance, pounding the ground with his fists. Jou kneeled down next to him, enfolding his arms around him as he stroked his back, murmuring softly to him. Seto clutched at Jou's shirt, crying into his chest like a lost child who has finally found some comfort in his life.
"Come on now Seto," Jou told him gently, "Clean it up and throw it away."
"It…It's so…so damn hard!!" Seto cried out, but pushed away from Jou. He didn't bother with the brush pan. He picked up the bent box, cutting his fingers on the glass, and chucked it into the bin. He had cut himself numerously on his fingers and palms, but he didn't care. He let his blood drip onto the asphalt surface, letting it seep into the land that he lived upon.
"Seto?"
Seto didn't turn at the sound of his name. He thrust his hands out quite suddenly, leaning against the cold steel of the dumpster, and he vomited. He vomited up bile from the bowls of his soul and cried hot tears. Jou went up to him and held his shoulders as he regurgitated all that his body rejected. Jou sighed, taking a tissue from his pocket and wiping Seto's mouth. He looked at the sky as Seto began to vomit again, and he felt his heart clench in pain and sorrow, as the one that he loved cried from the bottom of his despairing soul.
