Pain
Seto's Ruined Betrayal.
Yami sits on a log, staring into the fire at his feet. It was warm, almost hot with the fire, though it is night. Lightning bugs dance near the burning essence, and around the young blonde. Crickets churp, katydids sing, and the last few woodlen creatures scurry back to their homes to settle in bed.
Above it all, the full moon shines brightly, casting a hauntingly beautiful glow on everything. It is reflected off of Yami's red eyes as he changes his view, lost in thought.
Seto is up to something. Yami knew it. What was it? He didn't know. Was it because of him? He didn't know that either. But that didn't worry him. What worried him was that the more time Seto spent away from him, the less he knew about this, whatever this act of his is. The less he knew about how long this would take to end. That was what worried him.
Not that he thought that Seto would hurt him enough to make him leave Seto, but he would hurt him. He would hurt him enough to make him think about it. And that was the bad thing. That he would hurt him. Even though it wouldn't be enough to make him leave, he'd still be hurt. Then Yami would remember it. And if he remembered it, then, obviously, things would remind him of it. Which would cause a ditch between them. And again that hurt.
Yami blinks a few times, just now realizing the weight on his shoulder. He hesitently, slowly, turns around. He is greeted by Bakura, a warm smile in play on his face. "Hello Yami." Yami smiles back as Bakura sits beside him. "Hello. How long had you been standing there?" He asks the other boy.
"Oh, not long. So, how has everything been. And where is Jonouchi, Anzu, and Honda? I usually run into them before I find you." Bakura says, noticing the unusual. Yami quietly swears under his breath. "They won't be here. I'm not sure where they are. I haven't seen them since..." He stops, thinking of the last time he saw them. How long had it been? He knew it had been quiet a while since then, whenever then was. He guessed it had been maybe a month, at the most, since he say Jonouchi, then it had been about a week longer. Though it didn't seem like a long time, Yugi hadn't ever been that long without seeing them, talking to them, etc, etc. And that was playing a part on Yami's emotional state right now. Not a very pretty sight.
Though that isn't always why Yami would sit and stare at nothing for the longest times, it was some of it, and Yugi knew this. And he tried his best to keep his emotions inside, he soon found that since him and Yami are connected, Yami felt everything he felt, and he felt everything Yami felt. Which can be good, and could be bad. It just depended on how you look at it, and the situation at the time.
"Yami?" Bakura's voice breaks the spell Yami had placed over himself. "Are you ok?" Yami nods soberly. He had to quit doing that. He roughly shakes his head, trying to rid himself of the side effects that had the full intention of coming soon and strongly. He smiles at Bakura. "The fire's getting low." He points out to his friend. "I think I'll go get some more wood." Yami stands up. The perfect excuse to leave and walk around a little while to get over all of this.
He soon came back with an armfull of fire wood. Quietly he sits down and begins to place them one by one in the dimeninshing fire. Bakura had left, or so it seemed. He would probably be back before long. Yami nonchalantly shrugs this off as an everyday thing. Until he comes back, just like Yami, with an armfull of wood. He looks at Yami, then at the stack of wood beside him. Bakura suddenly turns red as he sits his stack with Yami's.
"Sorry. I went looking for you, then got off track and started looking for wood." Bakura explains queitly. "Well, what's done is done." Yami says, wondering if anything is wrong with Bakura. He was prone to appologize for little, stupid things, but he had never been embarrased by something as meager as this. "Bakura, is something wrong?" Yami asks, giving in to his curiosity. His friend looks up at him in confustion. "No, why?" "It's just that you usually don't get embarrassed by something like that. I just thought maybe something was wrong." They both laugh at this. "Maybe it was just me." Yami unexpectedly yawns.
"I think I'll go to bed. Are you gonna stay any longer?" Bakura nods. "Yes, if that's OK with you" The blonde nods. "Thank you, Yami."
Yami wakes up not long after dawn. Bakura, he found, had fell asleep beside the fire, or now what was left of the fire. He decided not to wake him up, and to fix him and Bakura breakfast. What he could cook was limited. What there was to cook, was almost as limited. He ransacks what Seto had left the other day, looking for anything eatable, and cookable. Which, as said before, was severely finite. Finally he finds something suitable. Apples, grapes, and pears. Then....onions, which Seto liked to eat alone (blech!!)and onions only. Yami settled on a fancy fruit breakfast.
It didn't take long, and it looked pretty good to Yami. He finishes just as the other boy stretches and yawns. He looks up at Yami sleepily, scratches his head, and smiles. He still looks half asleep. Yami thinks. Bakura notices the fruit beside the blonde boy, and sits up. "Good morning, Bakura" Yami says. "I couldn't find anything other then fruit that I knew I could cook, and the only other food here is onions. Would you have rather have had the onion?" Bakura looks up at Yami. "Uh.. No, this is fine. I just wasn't expecting this." "Why?" Yami looks at him, wanting an answer. He figured it'd surprise him, but the look on Bakura's face screamed of pure shock. "Well?" "Uh, hmmm....Ano... I'm just not used to it. That's all. Let's eat." Yami nods and hands the fruit to Bakura.
The sun reflected off Yami's hair, picking out the natural highlights, setting off his eyes. Bakura notices this and unsubconsciously begins to watch him, still waiting for the fruit. "Bakura?" Yami asks him, breaking the charm of this scene. "Oh, I'm sorry, Yami." He takes the plate.
Apples. Lots of them. "Hmmm...Forbbiden fruit." Whispers Bakura. The apples reminded him of the First Sin. He had been alive for countless years. He wasn't even sure he remembered his age. Though he was used to taking different names and different bodies, and this one is just temperary. Soon, he'd have to move, then change everything he knew about himself. Then he'd get used to it all, and have to change again. It was a boring life if you really think about it.
"Yes, but in a way, so are the pears, and every other fruit. Because though it does tell what kind was eaten, it doesn't say what was on the Tree. So all is the Forbbiden Fruit." Yami answers, though he knows Bakura didn't expect him too.
Bakura shivers Then abrutly gets up. "I'll be right back." He walks through the bushes, almost at a run. This wasn't going good. This was the person he was supposed to help Seto deceive, yet it seemed like he was...Falling in love? No, that couldn't be it. He didn't fall in love. He could only feel hate, and wrath towards others. But then, what was this new feeling? He knew what hate and wrath felt like, but he couldn't place this one. He lets go of himself, letting the first identity he ever had come forth. His pale gray hair is replaced with a deep brown. His eyes turn to that same ominous emerald as before.
The bushes behind him begin to quiver. He quickly spins around, facing the thing, or person comming apon him. "Kaleb," He immediatly recognizes the voice as Seto Kaiba. Seto sneezes, causing Kaleb to laugh. Seto looks at him. Did he just laugh? That's unusual.
"Kaleb, what happened?" He asks, wanting to know what had caused him to laugh at such a simple thing.
Kaleb knew he couldn't tell Seto of his unknown feelings, less he get angry, then violent. That was always scary. So he decides to lie. A small, simple white lie. Couldn't hurt could it?
"A-Ano...You see. We were talking. I was trying to pry out some information about what Yami thought about you, and it worked. It did. Then he said something about you that seriously insulted you and Mokuba. I went into an..." He strives to find the word. While thinking up more of the lie. "Insanic rage. I chased him to the cliff. And..then..." He doesn't finish. Seto understands, though.
"He fell off the cliff, didn't he?" Seto rubs his forehead. "Did you even try to stop yourself, Kaleb?"
"Yes, Seto, I did." He sighs. "I''m so sorry, Seto. I didn't mean to. I swear I didn't." Hopefully Seto would believe him, not want to see the cliff, and let him leave. His job, though not compleated in the way he wanted it to be, was compleated. Or so he thought. But then if a lie is not found out, then it becomes a truth. God willing, it would become a truth. He would end up being the one missing if it was found out he lied to Seto. And Seto would probably be the one to laugh while killing him in the process.
He just hoped that what he said didn't have to be proven.
Fushigi- HEY!! I am so very sorry it took so long for me to post this, but, you see, I have been grounded for the longest time, and the only way I got the last chapter up was through my High School computer/internet. But my dad says that he'll get me the internert soon. I just got my very early b-day preasent. A laptop!! Sony Vaio. I love it!!! It's two months early, so I shouldn't have gotten it till July 24. But anyway!
Well, I hope you don't mind the way I done this story. I haven't gotten any reviews for this story for a while, so I may end up taking this off. ff.n, but anyway. Well, Ja Ne!!!!!!!
Seto's Ruined Betrayal.
Yami sits on a log, staring into the fire at his feet. It was warm, almost hot with the fire, though it is night. Lightning bugs dance near the burning essence, and around the young blonde. Crickets churp, katydids sing, and the last few woodlen creatures scurry back to their homes to settle in bed.
Above it all, the full moon shines brightly, casting a hauntingly beautiful glow on everything. It is reflected off of Yami's red eyes as he changes his view, lost in thought.
Seto is up to something. Yami knew it. What was it? He didn't know. Was it because of him? He didn't know that either. But that didn't worry him. What worried him was that the more time Seto spent away from him, the less he knew about this, whatever this act of his is. The less he knew about how long this would take to end. That was what worried him.
Not that he thought that Seto would hurt him enough to make him leave Seto, but he would hurt him. He would hurt him enough to make him think about it. And that was the bad thing. That he would hurt him. Even though it wouldn't be enough to make him leave, he'd still be hurt. Then Yami would remember it. And if he remembered it, then, obviously, things would remind him of it. Which would cause a ditch between them. And again that hurt.
Yami blinks a few times, just now realizing the weight on his shoulder. He hesitently, slowly, turns around. He is greeted by Bakura, a warm smile in play on his face. "Hello Yami." Yami smiles back as Bakura sits beside him. "Hello. How long had you been standing there?" He asks the other boy.
"Oh, not long. So, how has everything been. And where is Jonouchi, Anzu, and Honda? I usually run into them before I find you." Bakura says, noticing the unusual. Yami quietly swears under his breath. "They won't be here. I'm not sure where they are. I haven't seen them since..." He stops, thinking of the last time he saw them. How long had it been? He knew it had been quiet a while since then, whenever then was. He guessed it had been maybe a month, at the most, since he say Jonouchi, then it had been about a week longer. Though it didn't seem like a long time, Yugi hadn't ever been that long without seeing them, talking to them, etc, etc. And that was playing a part on Yami's emotional state right now. Not a very pretty sight.
Though that isn't always why Yami would sit and stare at nothing for the longest times, it was some of it, and Yugi knew this. And he tried his best to keep his emotions inside, he soon found that since him and Yami are connected, Yami felt everything he felt, and he felt everything Yami felt. Which can be good, and could be bad. It just depended on how you look at it, and the situation at the time.
"Yami?" Bakura's voice breaks the spell Yami had placed over himself. "Are you ok?" Yami nods soberly. He had to quit doing that. He roughly shakes his head, trying to rid himself of the side effects that had the full intention of coming soon and strongly. He smiles at Bakura. "The fire's getting low." He points out to his friend. "I think I'll go get some more wood." Yami stands up. The perfect excuse to leave and walk around a little while to get over all of this.
He soon came back with an armfull of fire wood. Quietly he sits down and begins to place them one by one in the dimeninshing fire. Bakura had left, or so it seemed. He would probably be back before long. Yami nonchalantly shrugs this off as an everyday thing. Until he comes back, just like Yami, with an armfull of wood. He looks at Yami, then at the stack of wood beside him. Bakura suddenly turns red as he sits his stack with Yami's.
"Sorry. I went looking for you, then got off track and started looking for wood." Bakura explains queitly. "Well, what's done is done." Yami says, wondering if anything is wrong with Bakura. He was prone to appologize for little, stupid things, but he had never been embarrased by something as meager as this. "Bakura, is something wrong?" Yami asks, giving in to his curiosity. His friend looks up at him in confustion. "No, why?" "It's just that you usually don't get embarrassed by something like that. I just thought maybe something was wrong." They both laugh at this. "Maybe it was just me." Yami unexpectedly yawns.
"I think I'll go to bed. Are you gonna stay any longer?" Bakura nods. "Yes, if that's OK with you" The blonde nods. "Thank you, Yami."
Yami wakes up not long after dawn. Bakura, he found, had fell asleep beside the fire, or now what was left of the fire. He decided not to wake him up, and to fix him and Bakura breakfast. What he could cook was limited. What there was to cook, was almost as limited. He ransacks what Seto had left the other day, looking for anything eatable, and cookable. Which, as said before, was severely finite. Finally he finds something suitable. Apples, grapes, and pears. Then....onions, which Seto liked to eat alone (blech!!)and onions only. Yami settled on a fancy fruit breakfast.
It didn't take long, and it looked pretty good to Yami. He finishes just as the other boy stretches and yawns. He looks up at Yami sleepily, scratches his head, and smiles. He still looks half asleep. Yami thinks. Bakura notices the fruit beside the blonde boy, and sits up. "Good morning, Bakura" Yami says. "I couldn't find anything other then fruit that I knew I could cook, and the only other food here is onions. Would you have rather have had the onion?" Bakura looks up at Yami. "Uh.. No, this is fine. I just wasn't expecting this." "Why?" Yami looks at him, wanting an answer. He figured it'd surprise him, but the look on Bakura's face screamed of pure shock. "Well?" "Uh, hmmm....Ano... I'm just not used to it. That's all. Let's eat." Yami nods and hands the fruit to Bakura.
The sun reflected off Yami's hair, picking out the natural highlights, setting off his eyes. Bakura notices this and unsubconsciously begins to watch him, still waiting for the fruit. "Bakura?" Yami asks him, breaking the charm of this scene. "Oh, I'm sorry, Yami." He takes the plate.
Apples. Lots of them. "Hmmm...Forbbiden fruit." Whispers Bakura. The apples reminded him of the First Sin. He had been alive for countless years. He wasn't even sure he remembered his age. Though he was used to taking different names and different bodies, and this one is just temperary. Soon, he'd have to move, then change everything he knew about himself. Then he'd get used to it all, and have to change again. It was a boring life if you really think about it.
"Yes, but in a way, so are the pears, and every other fruit. Because though it does tell what kind was eaten, it doesn't say what was on the Tree. So all is the Forbbiden Fruit." Yami answers, though he knows Bakura didn't expect him too.
Bakura shivers Then abrutly gets up. "I'll be right back." He walks through the bushes, almost at a run. This wasn't going good. This was the person he was supposed to help Seto deceive, yet it seemed like he was...Falling in love? No, that couldn't be it. He didn't fall in love. He could only feel hate, and wrath towards others. But then, what was this new feeling? He knew what hate and wrath felt like, but he couldn't place this one. He lets go of himself, letting the first identity he ever had come forth. His pale gray hair is replaced with a deep brown. His eyes turn to that same ominous emerald as before.
The bushes behind him begin to quiver. He quickly spins around, facing the thing, or person comming apon him. "Kaleb," He immediatly recognizes the voice as Seto Kaiba. Seto sneezes, causing Kaleb to laugh. Seto looks at him. Did he just laugh? That's unusual.
"Kaleb, what happened?" He asks, wanting to know what had caused him to laugh at such a simple thing.
Kaleb knew he couldn't tell Seto of his unknown feelings, less he get angry, then violent. That was always scary. So he decides to lie. A small, simple white lie. Couldn't hurt could it?
"A-Ano...You see. We were talking. I was trying to pry out some information about what Yami thought about you, and it worked. It did. Then he said something about you that seriously insulted you and Mokuba. I went into an..." He strives to find the word. While thinking up more of the lie. "Insanic rage. I chased him to the cliff. And..then..." He doesn't finish. Seto understands, though.
"He fell off the cliff, didn't he?" Seto rubs his forehead. "Did you even try to stop yourself, Kaleb?"
"Yes, Seto, I did." He sighs. "I''m so sorry, Seto. I didn't mean to. I swear I didn't." Hopefully Seto would believe him, not want to see the cliff, and let him leave. His job, though not compleated in the way he wanted it to be, was compleated. Or so he thought. But then if a lie is not found out, then it becomes a truth. God willing, it would become a truth. He would end up being the one missing if it was found out he lied to Seto. And Seto would probably be the one to laugh while killing him in the process.
He just hoped that what he said didn't have to be proven.
Fushigi- HEY!! I am so very sorry it took so long for me to post this, but, you see, I have been grounded for the longest time, and the only way I got the last chapter up was through my High School computer/internet. But my dad says that he'll get me the internert soon. I just got my very early b-day preasent. A laptop!! Sony Vaio. I love it!!! It's two months early, so I shouldn't have gotten it till July 24. But anyway!
Well, I hope you don't mind the way I done this story. I haven't gotten any reviews for this story for a while, so I may end up taking this off. ff.n, but anyway. Well, Ja Ne!!!!!!!