Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh and stuff like that. ... Yeah...
WARNINGS: There is going to be character death, slight swearing, and yaoi. You know, homosexuality? So if you're an immature, close-minded, Yami/Seto hater, go away. To everyone else? Enjoy. ^_^ Or... don't... because you know this is angst and if you did enjoy, you would be... scary. Oo;;
Alone Chapter one
Yami sat on the couch of Seto Kaiba's living room, with the head of said CEO rested on his lap. He looked down at the dozing brunette and smiled. It wasn't often that he got to see Seto like this. He was usually tense or working; but today had been different. Seto had gotten out of work early to come and spend some time with him.
Yami looked over to his right at the small, round table with a carved picture frame on it. In the picture sat a small, raven-haired boy, waving at the taker of the picture. Yami stared sadly at the picture. Mokuba Kaiba had passed away a few months ago in an accident, leaving Seto heartbroken. Yami knew that other than Mokuba and himself, Seto had nothing to cling to for support. And now that Mokuba was gone, Yami was Seto's only lifeline.
A small moan issued from the young CEO's mouth. Yami looked down at him again and smiled. It was about time that they should be going. He shook Seto gently.
"Seto... Come on, we're going to be late." Yami said, in his regal, smooth voice.
The blue-eyed teen sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, "Alright... I don't see why we have to go to the stupid mutt's birthday party anyway..."
"Seto, you said you would give him a chance. Can't you just try and be nice this once?" Yami sighed.
"Not if he starts barking insults at me again." growled Seto in reply.
Yami smiled, somewhat sadly. Seto was still stubborn, but ever since the death of his little brother, Seto's normally sharp, piercing blue eyes had changed. They were now somewhat clouded and distant. Like that of a man who had lost his soul. Even Yugi's friends had noticed this, and made an effort to be nicer and more tactful toward Seto.
"Well, let's go." Yami said and kissed Seto softly on the lips. He then stood up and, retrieving his jacket from the back of the couch, put it on.
Seto didn't bother arguing anymore, somehow Yami always got him to do what he wanted in the end anyway, so he'd just make it easier for the both of them and give in now. He sighed and pulled on a black trenchcoat. He looked at the picture on the living room table and paused, sorrow clouding his eyes for breif moment before he turned away.
Yami seemed to notice this, but he said nothing, in fear of hurting his love further. He held open the door for Seto, who swept past him into the darkening lawn. Afterward, Yami followed him out quietly.
When they reached the car, Seto turned to Yami.
"Yami, after the party... can we go-" he mumbled, but was cut off by Yami.
"Of course Seto," he smiled. Immediatly he knew by the blue-eyed teen's expression that he wanted to visit Mokuba's grave.
Seto nodded and got into the passenger's side of Yami's Accord, unsure about what he had just asked for. Yami hopped into the driver's side. After Battle City, Yami had felt he needed to know how to drive, so he got his license.
After they were strapped in, Yami took off down the road toward Jonouchi's house.
Seto didn't talk too much anymore. Except to Yami, who gladly listened. But some days, Seto just seemed so out of it. Today was one of those days. Seto sat in his seat, gazing out the window.
Yami sighed and spoke gently to Seto, "Seto, why don't you try and be friends with the others? I'm sure they'd like to get to know you if you'd just let them."
Silence was Yami's response.
"Why?" he asked patiently.
The young CEO turned to face him, expression hard to read. It looked to Yami like sorrow or anger. Maybe even a mixture of the two.
"They... remind me too much of Mokuba... Especially Yugi..." Seto whispered. "I can barely stand to be with them while you bring me along. I don't think I could take much more..." he finished, turning back to the window.
Yami didn't press the subject anymore. Just getting Seto to say that was enough of an accomplishment. He'd take it a step at a time. It was still a while before they would reach Jou's house, so he at least wanted to talk to Seto.
"So Seto... what do you you want for your birthday?" Yami realized what he had asked and wanted to drive off the nearest cliff. He probably would've too if Seto hadn't been with him. That had to be the stupidest subject for smalltalk he had ever come up with. 'Damn, Seto's going to think I'm a freak. Stupid, stupid, stupid-' thought Yami over and over in his mind. Then glanced nervously over at his cerulean-eyed teen to see his reaction.
Seto turned to face Yami again and cocked an eyebrow. Then he began to chuckle, then burst out laughing. Yami had to be the worst conversationist he had ever met.
Yami smiled slightly, at least he had been able to make Seto laugh. That could make up for being Japan's biggest moron for him any day.
"I think Jonouchi is better at small talk than you are." grinned Seto, feeling a little bit better than before.
Yami scowled and punched Seto playfully in the arm. He'd have to find something to poke at about Seto's own social skills later on. For instance, that he had none.
Yawning, Seto stretched cat-like on his seat.
Looking over at his side, Yami smirked at Seto, "Tired, blue eyes?"
"Leave me alone," Seto scowled, "you're the one who woke me up in the first place..."
"We would've been late for Jou's party otherwise." Yami stated plainly.
"Would that really have been such a bad thing...?" grumbled Seto irritably.
Yami chuckled and prodded Seto in the chest, "He really does like you. you know."
"Great. I have a pet dog." Seto said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
Yami laughed and said, "You're not giving him a chance."
"And I don't want to."
"You're being stubborn."
"So?"
"Seto!"
"What?"
"Please give Jou and the others a chance. You gave me one."
Seto mumbled something Yami couldn't hear and Yami jabbed him in the side.
"Ow! Fine, fine, whatever..." huffed the young CEO.
"I knew you'd see it my way," Yami smirked smugly.
Seto folded his arms and scowled at the window. He didn't like one bit how Yami always got his way.
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Okay, that was a kind of short, light-hearted chapter. I didn't have a really long time to do it. It was kind of humorous too. But you know how that saying goes, the calm before the storm and all that junk.
Now this is my first story, so if and when you review, keep that in mind, please. ^^ And not all of my stories will be as angsty as this one is going to get, this one just sort of came to me.
Oh and this story goes out to Animefan_Artemis who, if you read a lot of Yami/Seto, is one of the greats and my inspiration. So thanks a million A-chan. ^_^
Ummm.... ummm... I think that's it. Oh, and this story will get VERY angsty later on so... Just a fair warning. Don't flame me because you say you didn't know. And if you have any questions, I'll answer them at the beginning of the next chapter. See you... next time I update! ^_^;;
"Review!" says the Seto chibi!
WARNINGS: There is going to be character death, slight swearing, and yaoi. You know, homosexuality? So if you're an immature, close-minded, Yami/Seto hater, go away. To everyone else? Enjoy. ^_^ Or... don't... because you know this is angst and if you did enjoy, you would be... scary. Oo;;
Alone Chapter one
Yami sat on the couch of Seto Kaiba's living room, with the head of said CEO rested on his lap. He looked down at the dozing brunette and smiled. It wasn't often that he got to see Seto like this. He was usually tense or working; but today had been different. Seto had gotten out of work early to come and spend some time with him.
Yami looked over to his right at the small, round table with a carved picture frame on it. In the picture sat a small, raven-haired boy, waving at the taker of the picture. Yami stared sadly at the picture. Mokuba Kaiba had passed away a few months ago in an accident, leaving Seto heartbroken. Yami knew that other than Mokuba and himself, Seto had nothing to cling to for support. And now that Mokuba was gone, Yami was Seto's only lifeline.
A small moan issued from the young CEO's mouth. Yami looked down at him again and smiled. It was about time that they should be going. He shook Seto gently.
"Seto... Come on, we're going to be late." Yami said, in his regal, smooth voice.
The blue-eyed teen sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, "Alright... I don't see why we have to go to the stupid mutt's birthday party anyway..."
"Seto, you said you would give him a chance. Can't you just try and be nice this once?" Yami sighed.
"Not if he starts barking insults at me again." growled Seto in reply.
Yami smiled, somewhat sadly. Seto was still stubborn, but ever since the death of his little brother, Seto's normally sharp, piercing blue eyes had changed. They were now somewhat clouded and distant. Like that of a man who had lost his soul. Even Yugi's friends had noticed this, and made an effort to be nicer and more tactful toward Seto.
"Well, let's go." Yami said and kissed Seto softly on the lips. He then stood up and, retrieving his jacket from the back of the couch, put it on.
Seto didn't bother arguing anymore, somehow Yami always got him to do what he wanted in the end anyway, so he'd just make it easier for the both of them and give in now. He sighed and pulled on a black trenchcoat. He looked at the picture on the living room table and paused, sorrow clouding his eyes for breif moment before he turned away.
Yami seemed to notice this, but he said nothing, in fear of hurting his love further. He held open the door for Seto, who swept past him into the darkening lawn. Afterward, Yami followed him out quietly.
When they reached the car, Seto turned to Yami.
"Yami, after the party... can we go-" he mumbled, but was cut off by Yami.
"Of course Seto," he smiled. Immediatly he knew by the blue-eyed teen's expression that he wanted to visit Mokuba's grave.
Seto nodded and got into the passenger's side of Yami's Accord, unsure about what he had just asked for. Yami hopped into the driver's side. After Battle City, Yami had felt he needed to know how to drive, so he got his license.
After they were strapped in, Yami took off down the road toward Jonouchi's house.
Seto didn't talk too much anymore. Except to Yami, who gladly listened. But some days, Seto just seemed so out of it. Today was one of those days. Seto sat in his seat, gazing out the window.
Yami sighed and spoke gently to Seto, "Seto, why don't you try and be friends with the others? I'm sure they'd like to get to know you if you'd just let them."
Silence was Yami's response.
"Why?" he asked patiently.
The young CEO turned to face him, expression hard to read. It looked to Yami like sorrow or anger. Maybe even a mixture of the two.
"They... remind me too much of Mokuba... Especially Yugi..." Seto whispered. "I can barely stand to be with them while you bring me along. I don't think I could take much more..." he finished, turning back to the window.
Yami didn't press the subject anymore. Just getting Seto to say that was enough of an accomplishment. He'd take it a step at a time. It was still a while before they would reach Jou's house, so he at least wanted to talk to Seto.
"So Seto... what do you you want for your birthday?" Yami realized what he had asked and wanted to drive off the nearest cliff. He probably would've too if Seto hadn't been with him. That had to be the stupidest subject for smalltalk he had ever come up with. 'Damn, Seto's going to think I'm a freak. Stupid, stupid, stupid-' thought Yami over and over in his mind. Then glanced nervously over at his cerulean-eyed teen to see his reaction.
Seto turned to face Yami again and cocked an eyebrow. Then he began to chuckle, then burst out laughing. Yami had to be the worst conversationist he had ever met.
Yami smiled slightly, at least he had been able to make Seto laugh. That could make up for being Japan's biggest moron for him any day.
"I think Jonouchi is better at small talk than you are." grinned Seto, feeling a little bit better than before.
Yami scowled and punched Seto playfully in the arm. He'd have to find something to poke at about Seto's own social skills later on. For instance, that he had none.
Yawning, Seto stretched cat-like on his seat.
Looking over at his side, Yami smirked at Seto, "Tired, blue eyes?"
"Leave me alone," Seto scowled, "you're the one who woke me up in the first place..."
"We would've been late for Jou's party otherwise." Yami stated plainly.
"Would that really have been such a bad thing...?" grumbled Seto irritably.
Yami chuckled and prodded Seto in the chest, "He really does like you. you know."
"Great. I have a pet dog." Seto said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
Yami laughed and said, "You're not giving him a chance."
"And I don't want to."
"You're being stubborn."
"So?"
"Seto!"
"What?"
"Please give Jou and the others a chance. You gave me one."
Seto mumbled something Yami couldn't hear and Yami jabbed him in the side.
"Ow! Fine, fine, whatever..." huffed the young CEO.
"I knew you'd see it my way," Yami smirked smugly.
Seto folded his arms and scowled at the window. He didn't like one bit how Yami always got his way.
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Okay, that was a kind of short, light-hearted chapter. I didn't have a really long time to do it. It was kind of humorous too. But you know how that saying goes, the calm before the storm and all that junk.
Now this is my first story, so if and when you review, keep that in mind, please. ^^ And not all of my stories will be as angsty as this one is going to get, this one just sort of came to me.
Oh and this story goes out to Animefan_Artemis who, if you read a lot of Yami/Seto, is one of the greats and my inspiration. So thanks a million A-chan. ^_^
Ummm.... ummm... I think that's it. Oh, and this story will get VERY angsty later on so... Just a fair warning. Don't flame me because you say you didn't know. And if you have any questions, I'll answer them at the beginning of the next chapter. See you... next time I update! ^_^;;
"Review!" says the Seto chibi!