HOLA!!
I am back with a victory over writer's block!! ::waves around a carcass:: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
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THANK YOU TO ALL MY REVIEWERS!!! I though I would have more with the way I ended the last chapter, but apparently not... ;___; I didn't even get a single death threat...But you people who review helped me sooooo unbelievably much. They really inspire me...not matter what. Yes, even flames would inspire me, but I haven't gotten one yet....
[Warnings]: This is a Seto/Yami fic. That means shounen-ai (boy/boy lovin')!
[Disclaimer]: I don't own yugioh; it belongs to Kazuki Takahashi, Konami, and all those other godly people.
The Kirby dance [(^_^) ( ^_^ ) (^_^)] means some kind of setting/time change
ANEEWAIIIIIYEEEES…here's the loooong overdue chapter 3 of Engaged:
Yami stood up on his toes and, placing his hands on Kaiba's shoulders for leverage, gently pressed his lips to the soft ones of his high priest. The young king slightly pulled away and whispered two words before closing the gap between them. "Be mine."
Kaiba lost the little control he had left. He grabbed Yami around the waist and pulled him close and crushed their bodies together. Yami felt Kaiba's tongue run over his bottom lip and he parted his lips, allowing the high priest the entrance he desired.
Kaiba's tongue explored the pharaoh's mouth, tasting every crevasse as if it was going to be cut off in a few minutes. Kaiba held onto Yami even tighter, their hips grinding and their tongues caught up in a passionate dance. Yami slipped his arms around the taller boy's neck and let his own tongue fight Kaiba's in a duel for dominance.
That duel was abruptly ended when Kaiba's senses came crashing back into him, making him painfully aware that he was no where near keeping the promise he had made to his father.
Kaiba roughly pushed Yami back, sending the pharaoh crashing to the floor. The fallen king looked up to his high priest, his crimson eyes filled with confusion and dread. "Seto—"
"I cannot be yours. Go back to your fiancée." Kaiba gazed at his king with empty eyes. "She is yours, now and forever."
"Seto, you love me. I know it."
"Oh, no, Pharaoh." Kaiba's cold, empty eyes, met Yami's. "I do not."
The crimson-eyes youth slowly stood up. "S-seto, what do you—"
Kaiba strode toward Yami, making the height difference more noticeable now than ever. "I never loved you, Yami." The high priests voice was filled with icy venom. "And I never will."
Yami choked. He looked at his high priest with eyes filled with unshed tears . "N-never?"
"Never." There was no question in the priest's voice. He would never love the young boy.
The pharaoh suddenly sprang at the taller youth, grabbing Kaiba by his robes at pulling him down to eye level. "Then why did you send those looks my way? Why did you kiss me back?"
Yami was becoming hysterical. His slim frame was trembling and his knuckles had turned white from gripping Kaiba's robes. "Was this all to humor me because I am Pharaoh? Tell me, Seto! WAS ALL THIS FUN AND GAMES TO YOU?!?"
Kaiba simply stared at Yami with glazed eyes. He never moved—not even a flinch or a twitch. Yami let go of Kaiba's robes and stared at the ground, his tears now flowing freely. "…why do you hate me?"
And then he ran. He ran out of Kaiba's room and into the main corridor, going wherever his legs took him. All the statues in the halls were blurs; all the people were nothing but hazy shadows in the torchlight. His legs screamed in agony, and yet the king continued to run, his body fueled by the pain of rejection that burned so intensely in his heart. Yami ran to his own chambers and ran inside.
The only other person in the room was High Priest Mahado of the Millennium Ring. He had been waiting for the Pharaoh so he could report on the lack of tomb robbing. But he didn't expect to see the young ruler in tears.
Yami launched himself into Mahado's arms, knocking all the scrolls out of the blond priest's hands and onto the floor. He looked at Mahado, tears still cascading down his flushed cheeks. "Y-you always told me to n-never hide my feelings. You said that if you ever t-truly loved someone, they would always love you back."
Fresh tears began rolling down the pharaoh's flushed cheeks and onto his clothing, staining his blood red robes a deep crimson. Yami buried his head in the crook of Mahado's neck. "Then why does he hate me?"
Yami's knees gave in, no longer being able to support him. Mahado lowered them both to the ground, never letting go of the king's frail frame. Yami violently shook with every sob. "….then why…?"
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Seto Kaiba was standing in the same spot, motionless. He had just pushed away the only thing he had ever wanted. He had not only crushed his life dreams, but he emotionally killed the pharaoh of Egypt. He had let Yami believe that he was hated by his own high priest. By his own cousin.
The pain was unbearable. He was slowly being ripped apart from the inside out, and each stab was drawn out. His heart screamed in pain while his body did nothing. Tears began filling his cobalt eyes but they never fell. He had no reason to cry and he had no regrets; he did it all for the benefit of his country.
But then why did it hurt so much?
Kaiba walked to his balcony, gazing at the glittering stars. He could have watched those very stars with Yami, but now he would stare at them longingly all alone. He would be alone for the rest of his life. Kaiba turned away from his balcony and saw his father standing in the middle of the chamber, his old head bowed. "Seto…I'm sorry."
Kaiba shook his head and gazed at the stars over his shoulder. A single tear escaped his soulless blue eyes and slowly rolled down his tan cheek, splattering gently onto the cold stone floor.
"No, it had to be done."
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Yami had been contemplating the recent turn of events for the past three days. He had barely eaten or slept since he had been sobbing madly in Mahado's arms. But he wanted to go back to the wild sobbing. He didn't want to be calm and collected. He didn't want to be the strong Pharaoh of Darkness. He wanted to be an average hormone-driven teenage boy.
But Yami couldn't be an average kid. He was the boy king of Egypt. He was born—no, he was cursed—to this fate. And he no longer felt like fighting back. All his determination died the moment Kaiba had pushed him on the floor.
'Ra, it hurts…' Yami curled into a ball on his bed, his small hands clutching onto his chest. Images of the passionate kiss flooded his mind, followed by images of the painful rejection. Yami's fingers unconsciously touched his lips as his body shook with dry sobs. He had cried himself dry. '…it hurts so much.'
Mahado had been wrong. Yami poured his heart out to Kaiba and the priest had stomped all over it before throwing it back in his face. But what about all the signs of growing emotions? What about all of Kaiba's furtive glances and silent possessiveness? Had all that been imagined?
No, the signs had been there. They had been misinterpreted.
All of the priests glanced at Yami and all of the priests were protective of
him. It was part of their training. There were always to make sure that the
Pharaoh was safe. Yami had just taken Kaiba's actions for something much more
than it was.
But then why had Kaiba kissed him back? How do you misinterpret a passionate kiss and a soft caress? But somehow, Yami had done just that. Kaiba's words flooded back into his mind.
"I never loved you, Yami. And I never will."
Yami sat up from his place on the bed and gazed to the open land outside his balcony. The warm sands softly rippled with the gentle breeze. The sky was painted with purples, pinks, oranges, and reds as Ra set into the horizon and the darkness of the night took over. Yami stared into the darkening sky, gazing at the same stars he had shown Kaiba only three nights ago. Parting the sheer curtains, the boy king stepped onto his balcony and walked to the edge.
His hands gripping the rail, Yami leaned over and watched his country. He simply stood there, the warm breeze brushing his blond bangs in front of his eyes, gazing at the children running around and living the normal life he had always wanted.
Fresh tears filled Yami's bloodshot eyes as he lost himself in the memories of his past. Memories where he and Mahado would run around the palace with no worries or responsibilities, where he would run to his father's open arms after a particularly difficult magic lesson, where he and Kaiba would quarrel over who had the stronger shadow powers, and where he and Kaiba would lay in grass of the royal gardens, staring at the stars, content in the comfortable silence that had fallen between them after an exhausting argument.
A lone tear fell onto the light sands below his balcony, landing where only one little girl could see. She stared at the dark circle that had appeared on the white sands before she shifted her glance to the night sky, expecting to see rain clouds ready to release their burden on Egypt. Instead her dark brown eyes met saddened crimson ones. She silently stared at the pharaoh before sheepishly waving. Yami closed his eyes and smiled gently back at the little girl, tears once again carelessly flowing down his cheeks.
Yami opened his eyes and watched the young girl as her mother came out to get her to go to bed. He watched as she playfully ran away from her mother, tendrils of her long black hair whipping against her tanned skin as she ran in circles. Yami slipped a golden ring off his finger and dropped it off the balcony. The girl stopped running when she saw the glittering object fall and caught it in her outstretched hands. She started at it before she looked back up to her pharaoh with confused eyes.
"A gift…" he whispered, letting the wind carry his message down to the child. She smiled brightly at the pharaoh and let herself get carried into the house by her weary mother. She mouthed a gently 'thank you' before the door to her house shut her off from the king's longing gaze.
The ring was a gift. It was a gift to a young child who had what the great pharaoh himself could never attain.
Freedom.
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I liked that ending. Hopefully you did too. But the fluff/make-out scene in the beginning totally sucked. I'll make it up to you all, I promise. And as you can tell (if you're reading the first version of this), I don't proofread very often if at all. I'll have a grammatically correct version of this up eventually. I just really wanted to post this waaaaay overdue chappy before APs start. Which leads me to my next topic.
I shall not be updating for a while (yeah yeah…I'm slow anyway) because school totally sux0rz. I have an Orchestra competition in San Francisco from April 15-18 and I have 4 APs to fail in May. Usually I write my stories in class, then totally slaughter them and rewrite them when I type them up, but I won't have time to even try writing until after APs are over. I'm a struggling junior, people. Life sux now. Majorly.
I'm also slowing down the story. This is the first fanfiction I have ever written, so excuse the crappiness of it all (According to Microsoft's Dictionary....crappiness is a word?!?). I'm trying to improve it as the chapters go on and I feel that I was rushing to the romance and that is something I definitely don't want to do. So if you need some action now, go read my one-shot SetoYami called 'Prove Him Wrong.' It was my attempt to write through the writer's block.
And you could always review before you run off to my other ficcie!! ^ ~
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