Smile

by Lethe

Chapter Eight: Crying

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         Okay, this has to be the shortest chapter I've written.  ^__^

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         "Damn it!" whispered Jonouchi, setting his homework aside.  He couldn't concentrate.  Why did I have to go and do that?

         I'm such an idiot!

         Jonouchi sat on his bed and put his head in his hands.  So… I like…

         No, I love…

         I'm in love with Kaiba.

And now I'm crying?

         Damn it.

         I mean, even if I do love Seto… another guy… Why'd I have to go and do that?  We only just became friends a few weeks ago.  Before that, we hated each other's guts!

         There's no chance in hell that he would love me, he told himself bluntly.  Jonouchi doubled over as the tears fell faster.

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         I didn't know that he could smile…

         He looks like a regular boy when he does.

         Like someone I would want to be my friend.

Every night since that day, I had been having the same dream.  What scared me was that Kaiba was in it.  Kaiba, smiling.  Smiling at me. 

"Yes, let's go.  I know a good place."

"If you're really willing to forgive me, then I am willing to forgive you as well." 

"I would rather have intelligent conversation, thank you."

"Let's be… friends."

Someday, Kaiba will smile for me.  Someday.

"Hey!  Over here!"

Somehow… it's different from before.

"I figured you were lonely. So, which way are we going?"

I can tell now that he's just playing.

"It's not the end of the world.  You can just share mine, all right?"

And it's all right.

         "Just call me Seto, okay?"

         It really is.

         "Seto."

         No!  He doesn't want that!

         "What?"

         Why did I have to go and do that?  Why couldn't I just leave?

         Jonouchi put his hands on Seto's shoulders.

         I'm such an idiot!  I'm such an…

         "What are you- you-"

         …idiot.

         "Sorry.  See you tomorrow."

         He'll never want to talk to me again!  Things will go back to the way they were before.

         Seto, I'm afraid.

         Don't leave me.

         "It's not the end of the world." 

         It's not the end of the world. 

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         "Seto…" whispered the blond boy quietly.  His hand, lying limply on the bed, twitched a little.  Then his expression lightened. 

And he smiled.

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It's not the end of the world. 

I know, Seto.

I know.