The Perfect Couple

By Queen of Curses

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

A/N: Thx for all the reviews since I was "gone"! Hmm . . . about two years since my last update. How sad that I'm so irresponsible. It's also sad that this is the very last chapter. I started this fic when I was just a child of the 6th grade. Now, I'm a matured 8th grader whose vocabulary hasn't really expanded much since then. Heh. Well . . . here we go.

"..." - Speech

'...' - Thought

Chapter 11 - The Perfect Couple

Seto stood awake, looking out at the night sky from his window. All he could think of was Yugi. He glanced at the digital clock at his bedside table. It was flashing 4:00 AM in thin red lines.

'I'm stupid.' He thought to himself. 'Why didn't go to the hospital with him?' Suddenly, he felt a slight gust of warm air as his darker side appeared, sitting cross-legged on the floor, and read his thoughts.

"Because you don't want to accept what has happened." Seth whispered, reaching up to hold Seto's hand and squeezing it. "Open your eyes and face the truth . . ."

"That it was my fault that Yugi might die?" Seto screamed, tears welling up at the corners of his eyes. Seth shook his head sadly.

"No. You'll never see him again. That's the truth. We leave for France in two hours. The social worker will be here shortly to make sure we leave with Mokuba." The yami said softly, as if frightened that his hikari would shatter like glass if he spoke of the truth too loudly. And it was this that hit Seto so hard, he fell to his knees and cried a river on Seth's shoulder, not caring if he looked like a pitiful weakling.

'How could I forget that today was the day?' He thought, in self-despair.

Yugi lay unconscious in the hospital bed, with Yami right beside him, holding his fragile hand. No, Yami wasn't sad. He was angry. Not just angry. He was FURIOUS at that bitch who did this to his Aibou.

"Yami Mutou?" An elderly man in a long white coat asked. Yami nodded. "I'd have to ask you to leave while we check up on him and give him some medication." The tri-haired male stood up silently and walked away and out of the room with his hands in his pockets.

He slowly walked out into the corridor and went down to the guest-comfort-room on the first floor. He saw a vending machine and decided to let his anger temporarily fade away with a little snack. After inserting a dollar into the machine, he pressed the button marked 'C1'. A large 'Three Musketeers' chocolate bar popped out. Yami grabbed it, sat at a nearby couch in the guestroom, and prepared to munch away, hoping that he wouldn't get all sugar-high.

Before he took a bite, he looked at the huge digital clock on the wall. It flashed 5:00 AM in bold blue lines.

At the nearest bus stop to the hospital Yugi was in, bus F54 stopped to drop off a single person. He was tall, lanky, and went by the name of Seto Kaiba, Japan's "child prodigy". He got off the F54 and glanced at his watch. It was 5:05 AM. He had 55 minutes to say his last good-byes to Yugi and get back home to the mansion. As he walked to the hospital and inside of it, his mind was filled with possible scenarios of how the conversation between them would turn out.

'Should I start out by saying hi? Or by saying how much I love him? Hmm . . . maybe not. Isn't it better to start out by telling him that today's the day I leave for France? Or maybe first tell him how much I want to stay, but can't. Mokuba would be taken away from me by the social worker. I don't know . . . . this is all so confusing . . .'

He went up to the nurse behind the counter of the main lobby. "Excuse me, miss. Where can I find the room of where Yugi Mutou is being treated?" The chubby nurse behind the counter had to take a minute searching his name up on the computer database before telling Seto to go to the 3rd floor, room number 305.

With haste, the blue-eyed boy made his way up there using the elevator. Standing right outside room 305, he inhaled deeply and lightly gripped the brass doorknob. But before he was able to turn it, a voice interrupted him.

"Excuse me, young man, where do you think you're going?" An old frail nurse inquired.

"I'm here to see Yugi Mutou." Seto answered, avoiding eye contact. "I'm his--er--brother." The nurse nodded at this. Seto hated lying, but he knew only family members were allowed to enter the room of someone in the 'Special Treatment' area of the hospital. After some thought, he turned the doorknob and before him was laid a pathetic scene that just made you want to cry.

Yugi was there, in a bed. There was a pulse regulator. It beeped once every second. That was good. He was alive. Attached to his arm were numerous needles, each obviously inserting medication fluids into the young boy's bloodstream. All was silent in the room, save the beeping I told you about earlier.

'He's asleep.' Seto thought. 'I don't want to wake him, but I need to say good-bye before I leave.' So the youthful Kaiba walk over to the side of Yugi's hospital bed and pulled up a chair to sit on. Seto held the smaller boy's hand gently.

"Yugi . . ." Seto whispered, not wanting to wake the other too abruptly. "It's me, Seto. Please wake up. I haven't much time." After several moments of no response from the sleeping boy, except for the steady breathing, he felt a hand at his shoulder. Seto turned to the origin of the hand. From the apparel alone, Seto guessed that he was the doctor. Seto hadn't heard him enter the room.

"The nurse told me that he's your brother. I'm very sorry." The elderly doctor said sadly, shaking his head.

"What do you mean?" Seto asked, fear accumulating in his chest. 'Oh, God, no . . . he can't be . . .'

"He's in a coma." The doctor said, then turned and walked out the door. It was at this time that Seto lost feeling in his whole body and was numb all over. Tears streamed down his cheeks in a never-ending river, not much different from the Nile in Egypt. He faced towards Yugi again and held the small hand tighter.

"I hope you can hear me, Yugi. If you can, I need to tell you something. I love you. I'm pretty sure you already know that, though." And our Turmoiled Seahorse laughed bitterly.

"But if you wake up---no---WHEN you wake up, find me. Then we can live happily ever after like we used to talk about doing just a week ago."

"I won't be gone for long. After I graduate from high school, I'll be back." His words were now just incoherent mutters under heavy sobs.

"Just don't forget me, and I won't forget you. Even if we do, we'll find a way to remember our past lives together. I promise." Seto squeezed Yugi's hand one last time, and placed a gentle kiss on his lover's forehead before taking his leave and going back home.

'Where is he . . . where is he . . .' Seth kept thinking to himself as he paced back and forth. All forty pieces of luggage were packed and ready. Mokuba was already awake, bathed, and now dressing. He didn't want to lose Mokuba. He knew what this younger sibling meant to Seto. The world.

Seth had read about social workers in some modern books. 'They come, they observe, and they leave with your little brother. Forever.' He shivered at the thought. 'Stop being so paranoid, Seth!' He scolded himself.

In the middle of some pacing, the doorbell rang with an echoing DING-DONG. Seth actually screamed in surprise. He went to the door and opened it, only to find a middle-aged Japanese man. He was dressed all in black, and standing in the rain under a black umbrella. That was one helluva frightening sight.

'What the hell? The idiot social worker is here half an hour early?!?!?' Seth screamed to himself on the inside.

"Aren't you going to invite me in, Seto Kaiba?" The guy slowly said.

"I'm not Seto. I'm his--er--cousin. Seth is my name. Oh, and yeah, come in, Mr.---"

"Okinawa. Trent Okinawa." And Mr. Okinawa stepped inside the mansion with a firm stride.

"Stupid traffic . . . stupid . . . stupid . . . traffic . . ." Seto muttered.

He was on the F54 bus again. What was keeping him from getting home wasn't what you would really call "traffic", but more like a "blockage". There was a four-way car accident right in front of the bus. Police cars, ambulances, and what was left of the collided cars blocked the road. They could have reared up and went the other way, but nnnooooo the van of a stupid drunk driver who fainted had to be right behind them. The van was blocking their way.

"Stupid traffic . . . stupid . . . stupid . . . traffic . . ." Seto muttered, once again, his left eye twitching.

"Umm . . . wonderful day outside isn't it?" Seth said, mentally slapping himself for saying that after the other man raised a bushy eyebrow in question. It was pouring outside! But he just had to stall long enough for Seto to get here without Mr. Okinawa being suspicious about something. Speaking of whom, the social worker just grunted. "I'll get you some tea now, okay?"

As Seth boiled the water for the tea in the brass kettle, he almost burned himself in his great worry for Seto. 'What if he got run over by a car? Or maybe he got jumped and raped? Or maybe he got lost? Oh my Ra . . . . ANYTHING COULD HAVE HAPPENED TO HIM BY NOW!!!!!'

After the tea was ready, Seth went back to where Trent Okinawa was patiently waiting. The Egyptian was so nervous; his hands were trembling as he poured the hot drink into a small porcelain cup.

"Where is Mister Seto Kaiba?" Trent asked, very stern, as he checked his expensive watch. "You do know it is against the law to leave a minor such as Mokuba at home alone.

"I'm here, aren't I?" Seth said, like it was the simplest thing in the world. "Besides, you arrived earlier than expected."

"Fine. But if Seto isn't here soon, I'm afraid I'll have to bring the younger Kaiba back to the orphanage where he came from. Seto's lateness would prove his lack of responsibility and undeserving of a young child living under his roof." Mr. Okinawa said, as if he cruelly separated family from each other every single day.

'Damn, Seto, where the hell are you?' Seth thought to himself. As if the wishful thinking actually helped, the main front doors of the Kaiba Mansion opened with a slam. Seto Kaiba had entered. Seth went over to him, finding the boy dripping wet.

"Seto, are you okay?" Seth asked. The other nodded. "Well, the social worker is already here. You better put some dry clothes on. Our bags are already packed."

In the airplane, in three of the first class seats, were all three Kaibas: Seto, Mokuba, and Seth. The youngest of the three was sleeping peacefully, probably having dream of bright sunny days and happy things. Meanwhile, his brother was staring out of the window.

'It's already dark. How long have we been flying?' He thought to himself. Suddenly, a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Seto," Seth begun, with that tone in his voice that meant he was serious, "How were your good-byes? With Yugi?" His hikari didn't respond, but just kept staring out the window, as if thinking the clouds would burst into flames if he glared hard enough. Now, Seto began to laugh. A distorted laugh. "Why are you laughing?" Seth asked, before realizing that his lighter side wasn't laughing. He was crying.

Seth, feeling Seto's fear and pain, laid a hand on the other forehead. Almost instantly, the boy fell asleep. The yami took this time to probe Seto's mind with his magic, in hopes of finding out the source of all the youth's stress. What he found was unexpected. Nevertheless, it was the truth. Yugi Mutou was in a coma. Soon, he himself broke into tears and whispered an old Egyptian saying softly into his hikari's ear.

"If you love something, let it go. If it returns to you, it's yours to keep."

QOC: How sad. Well, this is the end, folks. Wow. This was the very first fic I ever wrote in my entire life and I just finished it. I cried when I re-read it. I know it doesn't seem very complete. If you people wanna give your idea of an epilogue, (where Yugi comes out of his coma and reunites with Seto when they're older, fore example) e-mail me. I'll choose the three best ones, expand on them, and post them along with this fic as "possible endings". I'll give the kind idea-giving person credit, too. Anywho, bye to you all. And to all the people who've always been by my side, supporting this very slow fic, I thank you all very much.