Title: A Winter's Tale
Author: Kris Ice
E-mail: wknightmare@yahoo.com
Rating: PG
Pairings: Seto/Jou
Spoilers: none
Summery: After a nasty fight, Jou is missing Seto at Christmas.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh or the song, A Winter's Tale. The song was written by Mike Batt / Tim Rice, performed by David Essex – 1982.
A Winter's Tale
The nights are colder now
Maybe I should close the door
Warm breath fogged in front of a chilled face as Jounochi stood in the open doorway, a cup of cocoa in one hand. He shifted; warm chestnut eyes staring over the snow covered yard to the spot where the road turned into their drive. They had purchased this out of the way retreat not long after they had gotten together so they would have someplace to get away from their hectic world. This was supposed to be their first Christmas here. He'll be back any minute. We'll kiss and make up and everything will be back to the way it should be. But the road remained dark. Damn it's cold. Maybe I should close the door and wait inside.
And anyway the snow has covered all your footsteps
Jou sighed; the snow that had been steadily falling had long since filled in his lover's footprints, leaving the front walk looking pristine and untouched. Damn, I wish Seto were here. He would've loved to see this. The snow makes everything look so bright, so pure, and so beautiful. He turned away from the picturesque view and closed the door behind him.
I can follow you no more
He leaned against the door, taking a sip of his cocoa. Part of him was screaming at him to grab his coat and keys and hurry after his lover, apologize, beg him to forgive him. The rest of him reminded him of the reason for the fight, and he steeled his resolve to wait, pushing away from the door and walking over to sit on the loveseat. Damn it, Seto. This never would've happened if you hadn't started ordering me around again. I thought we'd talked about that. It's demeaning, almost like you really think of me as that dog you keep calling me. I know he doesn't mean to do it sometimes, but it hurts. And I'm sick and tired of having to run after him like some kind of puppy begging for his forgiveness. He's coming to me this time.
The fire still burns at night
My memories are warm and clear
Jou sighed, getting up to put another log on the fire. They had cuddled on the big rug in front of the fireplace their first night there. They had just held each other close, not talking, sharing each other's warmth and the warmth of the fireplace until Seto had leaned down kissing his neck. He closed his eyes, remembering the sweet way Seto had loved him, the sight of the light of the flames dancing over his lover's pale skin, and the love in dark sapphire eyes.
But everybody knows it's hard to be alone
At this time of year
It hurt to watch the clock move closer and closer to Christmas. The soft tick tock of the old grandfather clock they had found in an antique shop seemed to echo in the stillness. Jou shivered, staring across the coffee table at the other glass of cocoa that had long since gone cold. Damn you, Seto. Come back to me. I need you.
It was only a winter's tale
Just another winter's tale
The blonde young man walked over to the window, watching his refection for a moment. He was wearing a rich chocolate colored sweater Seto had gotten him when winter had started, after he had complained about Jou wearing the same ragged sweatshirt too many times. Jou smiled sadly, leaning closer to the window to see that the snow was still falling. I wonder what everyone else is doing. Probably snug in bed, houses full of friends and family.
And why should the world take notice
Of one more love that's failed
It must really be over this time. Seto had never stayed gone this long in the past. But then again, he'd always gone after him; he'd never let the brunette get too far away.
It's a love that could never be
Though it meant a lot to you and me
He remembered, Honda had warned him. Had tried to warn him that Seto and his personalities were too different. How had he put it? Oh, yeah. We were like gunpowder and matches, explosive, but fast burning. He was scared we'd burn out too fast. Heh, I told him we never would, we meant too much to each other. Looks like I was wrong.
On a world wide scale
It's just another winter's tale
Why I stand alone
The blonde shuddered, reminded of all the sad Christmas songs and stories where the main character or speaker was alone for Christmas, their loved one out of reach. Unable to stand the silence anymore, he walked over and turned on the radio that was set to their favorite station just in time to catch the end of the Carol of the Bells.
A bell is ringing far away
I wonder if you hear
I wonder if you're listening
I wonder where you are today
He closed his eyes, wondering if Seto was listening to radio at that moment, wondering if they were sharing that at least. An ironic smile touched his lips as Blue Christmas started to play. Where are you Seto?
Good luck I wish you well
For all that wishes may be worth
Jou shook his head, picking up the cocoa glasses, dumping the full one in the sink before rinsing them out. I hope you can find someone better, Seto. Or at least find whatever it is you're looking for. I'm sorry I wasn't enough.
I hope that love and strength
Are with you for the length of your time on earth
May you find someone else, who can be what you want. He sobbed softly, not bothering to wipe away his tears. I love you, Seto, but I'm not going to crawl for you. If you can't change, I hope you're strong enough to make it through life alone.
It was only a winter's tale
Just another winter's tale
And why should the world take notice
Of one more love that's failed
It's a love that could never be
Though it meant a lot to you and me
On a world wide scale
It's just another winter's tale