Hello again! ok, i'm not going to bore you with a load of chat, so thank you to all my reviewers, and now on with the fic!
#################Joeys POV ###################### Oh gods, no. I'm running full pelt towards him; I'm not going to make it. No, I can't think that way. I get there just in time to grab the tail of his trench coat.
"Seto! Hold on, I've got you!" he flips himself over, griping onto his coat, I dimly wonder how strong the stitching is...
KKRREEAACCHH!!! (A/N: I dun know what ripping trench coat sounds like. But you get the gist.)
Obviously not strong enough. He swings his other hand round to grip above the rip, but another just starts. My heart is beating in my chest. My only option becomes evident, if I get it wrong... at least we'll be together. I swing one leg over the railings, wishing I wasn't alone, and, straddling the top bar, swing my other leg over. Gripping the bottom bar with all my strength, still one handed, I yell,
"Grab my legs! And don't bother arguing!" he doesn't need telling twice, and as soon as I feel the extra weight on my legs, I drop the trench coat and grab the railing with my other hand.
"And what the fuck do you propose we do now?!" he yells up.
"I didn't go the gym for nothing!" I shout back down. Of course I made that up, and I can feel it. My shoulders are screaming at me, they feel as though they may dislocate, but I will them not to, and make a quick grab with my right arm, reaching the next bar, and pulling the other to follow. I do this again, and am finally able to pull myself up slowly, my whole body shaking and aching. But I did it.
Seto pulls himself up after me; we're both gasping as we hurriedly climb over the railings and onto the motorway.
"What the hell were you doing!" I exclaim breathlessly, starring at him.
"About to ask you the same question, when people jump of bridges', they generally don't want to be saved, especially not by those who caused them to jump in the first place." I turn to stare at him; it's not MY fault he didn't think to talk things through with me first!
"Your damn secretary was the one who dragged me into that café and kissed me! I didn't want her to! That bitch came onto me! I'm gay... I... I love, I love YOU." He turns to look me in the eye, we lean closer, my heart beat picks up, we're so close.
"Oi! You two ok?" someone shouts from further down the bridge. We break apart and get up, dusting ourselves off as we do. The man spots Seto and stops.
"And another story for the papers, at least I'm alive to read it." Seto mutters, slipping his hand into mine as we begin the walk back to his house.
#####################Later (Joeys POV) ########################## As me and Seto walk through the front door of his house, Seto turns towards the living room, where I can hear a heart breaking sobbing. I follow him, and get to the door in time to see him kneel on the couch behind Mokuba, who is hugging a silk covered, black book and an old photo to his chest, rocking back and forth gently and crying.
##################### Setos POV ################### I sit down behind Mokuba just as Joey comes through the door, but my mind's not on him at the moment. I drape my arms 'round my little brother's neck and pull him round into my lap. He nuzzles into me and continues crying bitterly.
##################### Mokuba's POV ######################### I feel the couch give behind me as someone sits down. They drape their arms 'round me and I turn into the warmth they offer. I presume it's one of the servants, but as I bury my face into their chest, I notice several things wrong. The lack of uniform for a start, and they smell of slightly musty peppermints and lavender. This doesn't heighten my spirits. Peppermint shampoos and lavender bath oils, Seto's favorite. But then the person speaks, and my heart leaps.
"Shush Mokuba, it's ok, I'm still here, Joey caught me, it's ok, shush." I turn to look at his face, and give a small squeak of excitement before saying...
##################### Seto's POV ################################# "I thought I'd lost you," he says before jumping up and running to Joey, giving him a big hug, while muttering,
"Thank you, thank you so much!" Joey's cheeks are stained an embarrassed pink, so I decide to help him out a bit and quickly say,
"Mokuba, why don't you go to one of you friends houses, you can stay the night if you want." He beams at me, then runs upstairs to pack a bag.
######################## Later ########################
################## Joey's POV ##############################
I've just finished reading the diary Seto had given me. I look to him, he's sat on the edge of the couch, twisting his hands together and watching me. I can't find words to say all I want to, now I know why he gave me his diary to read instead of just telling me. I finally make up my mind and lean across the sofa to pull him into a loving hug. I lift my head to meat his eyes, and slowly, ever so slowly, lean forward, and capture his lips in a soft kiss that said all I couldn't. When we break apart, I shift away from him slightly, but I'm still on his lap and it all feels so right, so natural. Then I remember, when I went to his cooperation I wasn't exactly welcomed, and I intend to tell him about that market research guy, and the bitchy secretary.
"Seto, when I was at your corporation, well," Seto's nuzzling the crook of my neck, and boy is it ever arousing. I make a mental note to never where tight jeans around Seto, before continuing,
"There was this odd market research guy, and your receptionist is a bitch" I finish
"Do we have to talk about work now?" he questions seductively, giving a small nip on my neck, causing me to jump.
"I suppose we don't..."