Title: Eight Point Star Minichapter- Seto's Morning

Fandom : YuGiOh

Pairing : (possible) Seto/Jonouchi

Review replies- on next chap, since I'm putting up 2

This just didn't want to transition right into the next part, and I was sick of not updating, so here we have a special, just-because-I-love-my-reviewers-and-Jack-would-kill-me-if-I-didn't minichapter! Enjoy!

Disclaimer- ::ahem:: I own nothing but a couple of Metal Gear action figures, who

 decline to appear in this fic, and a couple bootleg CDs. Oh, and $25 Canadian, but that doesn't count.

 The insurance company and hospital are probably going to garnish my future wages until I'm like 83, so if you want my money, you have to go through them.

No spleen-eating weasels were harmed in the making of this chapter, but a slice of Hawaiian pizza was.

Seto Kaiba awoke to the patter of raindrops on his window. Groggily
he rubbed his eyes and glowered at the computer screen. Two o-fucking-
clock in the morning. He mentally cursed Katsuya Jounouchi to an
unusually painful demise involving a pit of broken glass shards and a
highly improbable number of weevils.

He gnawed the cold slice of Hawaiian pizza he'd conveniently dropped
next to the keyboard before dozing, and scrolled down his list of new
downloads. Being unable to sleep with Jounouchi's warm-whiskey voice
echoing in his head, he'd given up around midnight and grabbed a
snack before going online. He was determined to find the songs
Jounouchi was singing so he could finally get some sleep. However,
after finding the full lyrics and artists, he'd found other
interesting songs, and links to recommended bands, and the next thing
he knew he was on a file sharing software talking to someone
identified as H.M.Vanyel, who happened to have most of the songs he
was looking for.

One had finished last night, a song called 'Hurt'

He remembered Van's mention of this song in particular, that this was a classic American singer, an old man singing a song made popular by a man only slightly older than Seto himself, he clicked the play button. He was quickly overwhelmed, hearing a voice older than Jounouchi's, like strong coffee and whiskey and golden gravel, singing words that could have been his own.

I  hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
on my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stain of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way


He slowly rose from his position in the chair, grimacing as he
extricated his elbow from the... other slice of cold Hawaiian pizza
he'd conveniently left near the keyboard. He angrily wiped away
tears, ending the song and lying down, trying to get some sleep. He
had more important things to deal with. Pulling up the blanket, he
scowled and groggily stood up. He still had pizza sauce on his elbow.