"Seto?"
Kaiba glanced up. "Go away, Mokuba."
"But Seto, someone's--"
"Tell them to leave me alone," he said, laying his head back down.
"But *Seto*--"
"Leave me alone, Mokuba. I'm not in the mood."
Mokuba shook his head and closed the door behind him.
Kaiba stared up at the ceiling. "I hate people."
I lied down on my side, staring at him lazily. "Mmmhmm."
"They just won't leave me alone."
"Yeah, I know."
"You won't leave me, will you?"
I squeezed his hand. "Nope."
He started trailing his fingers through my hair. "I like your hair." He brought me closer and buried his face in my hair. "It smells good."
"Conditioner." I looked up at him. "Are we pathetic?"
He looked down at me, a slightly worried look on his face. "I don't care," he whispered.
I leaned in for a kiss, but he turned away. "Stop it."
"Stop what?"
"You only try to kiss me when you feel worthless. Am I only a pick-me-up?"
"Please don't start this," I whispered.
"Start what, huh, Jounochi?" He began pinching me.
"Stop it!" I screamed, trying to knock him away from me.
That only allowed him room to start smacking me.
We were crazy. Absolutely crazy. Things would be calm, pleasant even. But then one of us, usually Kaiba, would start attacking the other. Then the other, usually me, would retreat within themselves. It was scary in ourselves. So much that we'd beg the other to stop it and let us back into their madness.
Today, it was my turn.
"Stop it, Kaiba! Stop it!"
"Why? So you can go back to being sad? Do you like being sad, huh? I think you do! I think you like loosing yourself in me. You don't have to face how worthless and unimportant you are!"
"If I'm so unimportant then why do you need me?!" I yelled at him.
He stopped.
I stopped.
I hadn't said my line.
I hadn't said what I was supposed to say.
I hadn't played my part.
I had become rational for a minute.
Causing him to become rational.
We had dipped our heads out of the pool.
"I'm sorry," he said softly.
We didn't look at each other for several long minutes, uncomfortable around each other.
He suddenly pulled me close. "Please, I'm sorry," he whispered.
"I'm falling..." I whispered.
Those three minutes. Those three minutes in the real world had aged us a trillion years. We couldn't survive without each other. We were vulnerable, like newborns. We need the protected embryo of our madness to survive. The real world was too harsh.
As we clutched onto each other, we both thought about how we never wanted to see the real world again. We were content in each other. We were safe in each other.
He kissed me.
The kisses had begun almost immediately. They were actually what had pulled us completely under. But they didn't mean anything. They were sad attempts to *feel* again. Though none of them ever worked.
I kissed him back, slipping my tongue in his mouth. He seemed surprised, but didn't pull away. He began kissing me harder, slipping his cold hands under my shirt. I laid back, allowing him to dominant me, though that didn't seem to be what he wanted for once. He gently kissed at me, but touched me even less, scared all-of-a-sudden.
"It's okay," I said breathlessly. "It's okay, touch me."
He pulled off my shirt, trailing kisses along my chest, sucking on my skin as he began undoing my pants. He shimmied them off, leaving me completely exposed to him. He stared at me, his eyes wondering everywhere. He eyebrows knitted together.
"What's wrong?" I whispered, confused.
"This isn't right. You're suppose to... This is supposed to be amazing, but all I feel is...nothing. Numb. Bored."
"We're crazy, Kaiba. It hurts too much to feel."
"Crazy people don't know they're crazy."
"When you can see sanity from where we're at; when you can tell the difference between our lives and theirs, you're crazy. You're still crazy and knowing it doesn't make any difference."
He leaned in and began sucking at my neck. "Why can't I feel?" he mumbled into my neck.
I wrapped my arms around his back, pulling him closer, rubbing myself against him until I was humping him. "I want you, Kaiba. Please...take me..."
He began biting my neck, my shoulder, my arms, my hand, my chest, my lips. He bit me as I pressed myself against him.
"Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please..." I chanted, flushed as his teeth tore into my skin, breaking it, bruising it, making it bleed. I screamed as I released myself against him.
He leaned up, letting his eyes trail over my body once again. He smiled. "You're beautiful." He leaned down and gave me a kiss around my gasping.
His smile let me know he was pulling himself out of the water. And leaving me behind.
Kaiba glanced up. "Go away, Mokuba."
"But Seto, someone's--"
"Tell them to leave me alone," he said, laying his head back down.
"But *Seto*--"
"Leave me alone, Mokuba. I'm not in the mood."
Mokuba shook his head and closed the door behind him.
Kaiba stared up at the ceiling. "I hate people."
I lied down on my side, staring at him lazily. "Mmmhmm."
"They just won't leave me alone."
"Yeah, I know."
"You won't leave me, will you?"
I squeezed his hand. "Nope."
He started trailing his fingers through my hair. "I like your hair." He brought me closer and buried his face in my hair. "It smells good."
"Conditioner." I looked up at him. "Are we pathetic?"
He looked down at me, a slightly worried look on his face. "I don't care," he whispered.
I leaned in for a kiss, but he turned away. "Stop it."
"Stop what?"
"You only try to kiss me when you feel worthless. Am I only a pick-me-up?"
"Please don't start this," I whispered.
"Start what, huh, Jounochi?" He began pinching me.
"Stop it!" I screamed, trying to knock him away from me.
That only allowed him room to start smacking me.
We were crazy. Absolutely crazy. Things would be calm, pleasant even. But then one of us, usually Kaiba, would start attacking the other. Then the other, usually me, would retreat within themselves. It was scary in ourselves. So much that we'd beg the other to stop it and let us back into their madness.
Today, it was my turn.
"Stop it, Kaiba! Stop it!"
"Why? So you can go back to being sad? Do you like being sad, huh? I think you do! I think you like loosing yourself in me. You don't have to face how worthless and unimportant you are!"
"If I'm so unimportant then why do you need me?!" I yelled at him.
He stopped.
I stopped.
I hadn't said my line.
I hadn't said what I was supposed to say.
I hadn't played my part.
I had become rational for a minute.
Causing him to become rational.
We had dipped our heads out of the pool.
"I'm sorry," he said softly.
We didn't look at each other for several long minutes, uncomfortable around each other.
He suddenly pulled me close. "Please, I'm sorry," he whispered.
"I'm falling..." I whispered.
Those three minutes. Those three minutes in the real world had aged us a trillion years. We couldn't survive without each other. We were vulnerable, like newborns. We need the protected embryo of our madness to survive. The real world was too harsh.
As we clutched onto each other, we both thought about how we never wanted to see the real world again. We were content in each other. We were safe in each other.
He kissed me.
The kisses had begun almost immediately. They were actually what had pulled us completely under. But they didn't mean anything. They were sad attempts to *feel* again. Though none of them ever worked.
I kissed him back, slipping my tongue in his mouth. He seemed surprised, but didn't pull away. He began kissing me harder, slipping his cold hands under my shirt. I laid back, allowing him to dominant me, though that didn't seem to be what he wanted for once. He gently kissed at me, but touched me even less, scared all-of-a-sudden.
"It's okay," I said breathlessly. "It's okay, touch me."
He pulled off my shirt, trailing kisses along my chest, sucking on my skin as he began undoing my pants. He shimmied them off, leaving me completely exposed to him. He stared at me, his eyes wondering everywhere. He eyebrows knitted together.
"What's wrong?" I whispered, confused.
"This isn't right. You're suppose to... This is supposed to be amazing, but all I feel is...nothing. Numb. Bored."
"We're crazy, Kaiba. It hurts too much to feel."
"Crazy people don't know they're crazy."
"When you can see sanity from where we're at; when you can tell the difference between our lives and theirs, you're crazy. You're still crazy and knowing it doesn't make any difference."
He leaned in and began sucking at my neck. "Why can't I feel?" he mumbled into my neck.
I wrapped my arms around his back, pulling him closer, rubbing myself against him until I was humping him. "I want you, Kaiba. Please...take me..."
He began biting my neck, my shoulder, my arms, my hand, my chest, my lips. He bit me as I pressed myself against him.
"Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please..." I chanted, flushed as his teeth tore into my skin, breaking it, bruising it, making it bleed. I screamed as I released myself against him.
He leaned up, letting his eyes trail over my body once again. He smiled. "You're beautiful." He leaned down and gave me a kiss around my gasping.
His smile let me know he was pulling himself out of the water. And leaving me behind.