):):sigh:(:( I'm stalling from updating other fics yet again. Go me. It
doesn't make much sense, I know, but hey. A one-shot is the only chance I
have at actually -finishing- a story. -.-U
Title: Lovesick
Summary: Seto Kaiba is sick. He can't eat right, sleep right, or work right, and he keeps feeling lightheaded. With nothing else to do, he goes to Yugi for help, and the small boy discovers something. Seto Kaiba is sick, alright. . . . lovesick. YAOI SxJ
Disclaimer: Not mine
Warnings: Ummm..........Yaoi. That's all.
Please read and review.
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Throughout all of his life, Seto Kaiba had been strong. It was in his nature, and he never failed to be the best there was in anything when he put his mind to it. There was no other way for him to survive.
Raised harshly to an alarming extent by his stepfather, the young CEO had morphed into a block of ice. Taking things as they came and doing away with them in the same manner, nothing could ever hope to faze him. Whether it be dealing with his company, interacting at his high school, or crushing opponents in the dueling arena, the eldest Kaiba sibling took on affairs with power and indifference, never once losing face.
When disaster struck him, he flicked it off with a smirk and stomped on it, refusing to let anything crack through his vital facade.
If something was good, it was accepted with stony silence. If something was bad, it was dealt back to the giver tenfold. This was the essence of his existence, and it never changed. The mask in place, he could stand up to anyone and send them cowering with one word, and he took pride in that fact.
The only anchor in the teen billionaire's sea of screwy priorities was his brother, the one being alive on Earth who had ever seen an ounce of the passion for life that was smothered and locked up deep inside of him. Mokuba's happiness was his soul purpose of being, and so he would take anything handed to him to ensure it.
Awed and feared by all but a very select few people, the reincarnated High Priest never so much as batted an eyelash when he was approached in any fashion by those of his age, which he preferred to ignore and insult regardless of their attempts to reach him. It was one of the few amusements he had in life, albeit a somewhat twisted one.
Therefore, needless to say, Yugi Motou was very surprised when Kaiba came up to him during lunchtime on an otherwise normal school day, looking unsettled about something, and quietly demanded that the shorter boy speak to him alone.
Ignoring the suspicious looks from the violet-eyed boy's friends (seeing as said boy could do nothing more than agree to the strange request), he led them both to a secluded area on the outskirts of the grounds.
Once safely concealed behind a tall tree and some bushes, the CEO dropped his conceited expression, and Yugi looked at him in utter confusion when his teeth clenched firmly, his pupils dilated, and his hands balled into fists.
"Yugi. . . ." he whispered angrily, though most of the resentment put into the word faded when it came out, and left a slightly wavering note in its place.
"Kaiba? What's wrong?" the tri-color-haired boy asked worriedly, refraining himself from laying a hand on the other's forehead to check for a temperature. Seto did not reply right away, and upon looking more closely, the Game King's hikari discovered that his shoulders were quivering slightly.
"Yugi. . . ." the cerulean-eyed teen said again, though more loudly this time. ". . . I. . . . I'm. . . . sick." He choked on the last word.
"You're -sick-?" Yugi repeated, regarding him with alarm. Seto Kaiba was never sick. Ever. "What do you mean?"
Kaiba was now shaking freely with suppressed fury, using the tree to support his weight because his knees were malfunctioning. His eyes were somewhat glazed and stared to a spot slightly left of his classmate's head, apparently looking obsessively at something he alone could see.
"I. . . . don't know what's wrong with me. . . ." he said slowly, bringing his immensely peeved and bewildered orbs to Yugi's own. The smaller one unconsciously took a step back, not understanding his usually jerky friend's predicament.
"Did. . . . you want me to help?. . . . Or. . . . something?" the light side asked warily, wanting to lend his aid but not sure of how he should go about it.
"Kami, I don't know!" the rich boy ground out, looking as if he'd give anything to do away with this mysterious problem he had. "I'm confused, and I though that maybe. . . . well. . . . I didn't know anyone else to. . . . Argh!"
Yugi watched, wide-eyed, as Kaiba moaned and started beating his palm on his forehead, with a manatra of "Get out, get out, get out!" under his breath.
"Please stop hurting yourself," he told the tall brunette, gently taking a hold of his elbow--which was the highest point he could reach--and slowing the abuse. "Just tell me what's going on, and I swear I won't laugh at you or anything." Sharp oceanic eyes looked up to meet an opposite pair, and, slowly but surely, eventually dulled in the innocently earnest violet-orbed gaze. Yugi pointedly sat down, and, sighing, Seto Kaiba reluctantly slid down the tree on his back to follow suit, not caring in the slightest about the damage the oak bark did to his pristine uniform.
They sat in a few minutes of silence, broken only by the Kaiba Corp. heir's somewhat harsh breaths, until finally the CEO spoke, the imaginary image still seeming to be plaguing him.
"Lately, I've been. . . . different," he began lamely, apparently very angered at having to make this admission. Yugi nodded for him to continue, mentally rolling his eyes.
'That much was obvious,' he thought.
"I. . . . I keep getting lightheaded all the time. . . . and. . . . I can't think straight. . . ." Kaiba looked immensely uncomfortable. "Is your stupid Pharaoh spirit or whatever behind this?" he accused.
Yami immediately had a few choice words to say to his cousin, but Yugi shut him up before anything happened.
"My other says he has no idea what you're talking about," came the polite reply to Kaiba's question. The cocky CEO snorted in disbelief, but did not push the allegation.
"So anyway, I went to check with my doctor, with Mokuba's insisting upon it of course," he added grumpily, "And they came up with nothing. They told me I was as healthy as any normal teen should be." Kaiba did not approve of the label 'normal teen', apparently, and spat out the phrase. "I figured I was just overworking myself, but there was no exhaustion involved whatsoever. It was the opposite and--you have to swear that you won't tell this to anyone!" he suddenly erupted, glaring daggers at Yugi for daring to hear his confession.
"You know I'm not like that, Kaiba," the short one said hurtly. "I wouldn't." The billionaire avoided his eyes.
"You had better not," he growled lowly, stalling for a moment before picking up where he left off. ". . . . It was just the opposite and. . . . I keep feeling all. . . . -excited-," he shivered in disgust at himself, once again looking at an irrelevant spot on the grass and not at his so- called friend. "My throat clenches and gets dry, my pulse quickens, and my stomach does triples axles. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't even work . . . There -has- to be something wrong with me!"
In the back of Yugi's mind, Yami snickered.
/I know! I know what's wrong with the moron!/ he cackled gleefully in a sing-song voice. The hikari furrowed his brow; of course, the symptoms were very familiar to him (seeing as he had the same malfunctions whenever in close contact with his dark side), and he had an extremely good idea of what might be wrong with the CEO, but who could have caused it?
Appearing as if he was racking his brain for a possible explanation, Yugi inquired slowly, "Does. . . . does this always happen when you're around something in particular?" The other's eyes immediately darkened with rage, and the light side of the Puzzle knew he had hit a bulls eye. Having to quickly stifle his smile at the thought of cruel, cold-hearted Seto Kaiba being head over heels, he continued with "You could have an allergy or something. . . ." so as not to look suspicious.
The tall brunette glowered. "Somehow, I don't think I'm -allergic- to anything. . . . But yes, it always happens when I'm around something or thinking about something. . . . even if I'm not doing anything related to that something in any way, shape, or form!" he seethed, irked to no end that he could not get whatever it was away from his mind.
With his dark half still maniacal laugh ringing throughout his soul room, Yugi's curiosity was being piqued.
"I. . . . think I might have an idea about what's going on," the short boy said innocently, "But I can't be sure. . . ."
Kaiba snapped to attention. "What do I have?! It's a disease, right? How do I get rid of it?!" he demanded to know a split second later, his angry face looking anxious. The mini duelist seated opposite almost felt sorry for his blue-eyed companion, to think that this was the first time he had ever experienced such a feeling.
"I don't want to say anything before I'm absolutely sure," Yugi told him, not quite through with his harmless prying yet. "Can you tell me what it is that you're reacting this way to?" Seto's eye twitched madly, which only served to replenish the Pharaoh's sniggers.
"That is completely confidential information, Yugi Motou," he growled.
"But Kaiba," violet eyes insisted, shimmering with honesty, "I can't help my friends if I don't know what's wrong. . . ." The wealthy boy sighed in frustration. Why didn't anyone understand that he wasn't comfortable with this?!
"Look," he said with firmness, expression freezing over, "I'm -not- your friend, nor anyone else's. I have no need or want to rely on my peers for things I can take care of myself. Accept it and be through!" The CEO's voice was strained horribly because his sudden affliction had risen up once more and made his mouth go dry as images flashed through his head. "KAMI!"
"Kaiba, just tell me who it is already!" Yugi bit in mild frustration.
Seto didn't even have time to snap "How did you know it was a person?!" because his head was spinning as wave after wave of memories hit his imagination; sparkling eyes and cheerful grins and bright hair and bad attitudes and--
"Jonouchi!" he yelled bitterly, whacking his forehead once again. "It's the mutt, okay?!" The teen wrenched his eyes open once the pictures finally slowed down due to him calling out the name of their subject, and he found Yugi staring at him incredulously.
'. . . . . Duh!' the midget thought to himself repremandingly. 'I can't believe I didn't notice it sooner! They're always at each other's throats! This is so great!'
/High Priest's got it for -Jou-?/ Yami found this fact quite amusing.
In the silence that followed his outburst, while Yugi was conversing with Yami and marveling over how this had gone undetected before, Kaiba fidgeted nervously and glanced around to see if anyone had heard him, but there was no one in sight. The mental bombardment had stopped as quickly as it had come, leaving an odd fuzzy feeling in it's place, but not managing to stamp out the CEO's agitation and annoyance.
At last Yugi looked back up at him grinning somewhat knowingly, and he snarled.
"Well?"
"You're not sick, Kaiba," the violet-eyed boy said, his voice edgy, but strangely happy for a moment.
"What's wrong with me then?" he snapped, fed up with everything his stupid mind was conjuring.
"Oh, there's nothing wrong," Yugi smiled some more. "It's perfectly normal." Pausing to relish in his classmate's impatience for a moment, he waited until Seto's eyes had started to spark dangerously before sharing his diagnosis. "You're in love."
"WHAT?!"
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A/N And that's all. This fic is finished already, and if people are interested in the second half I will post it. I don't really think I did a top job on it because it goes kinda fast and all, but whatever. If you want to read it anyway, please review!
Title: Lovesick
Summary: Seto Kaiba is sick. He can't eat right, sleep right, or work right, and he keeps feeling lightheaded. With nothing else to do, he goes to Yugi for help, and the small boy discovers something. Seto Kaiba is sick, alright. . . . lovesick. YAOI SxJ
Disclaimer: Not mine
Warnings: Ummm..........Yaoi. That's all.
Please read and review.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Throughout all of his life, Seto Kaiba had been strong. It was in his nature, and he never failed to be the best there was in anything when he put his mind to it. There was no other way for him to survive.
Raised harshly to an alarming extent by his stepfather, the young CEO had morphed into a block of ice. Taking things as they came and doing away with them in the same manner, nothing could ever hope to faze him. Whether it be dealing with his company, interacting at his high school, or crushing opponents in the dueling arena, the eldest Kaiba sibling took on affairs with power and indifference, never once losing face.
When disaster struck him, he flicked it off with a smirk and stomped on it, refusing to let anything crack through his vital facade.
If something was good, it was accepted with stony silence. If something was bad, it was dealt back to the giver tenfold. This was the essence of his existence, and it never changed. The mask in place, he could stand up to anyone and send them cowering with one word, and he took pride in that fact.
The only anchor in the teen billionaire's sea of screwy priorities was his brother, the one being alive on Earth who had ever seen an ounce of the passion for life that was smothered and locked up deep inside of him. Mokuba's happiness was his soul purpose of being, and so he would take anything handed to him to ensure it.
Awed and feared by all but a very select few people, the reincarnated High Priest never so much as batted an eyelash when he was approached in any fashion by those of his age, which he preferred to ignore and insult regardless of their attempts to reach him. It was one of the few amusements he had in life, albeit a somewhat twisted one.
Therefore, needless to say, Yugi Motou was very surprised when Kaiba came up to him during lunchtime on an otherwise normal school day, looking unsettled about something, and quietly demanded that the shorter boy speak to him alone.
Ignoring the suspicious looks from the violet-eyed boy's friends (seeing as said boy could do nothing more than agree to the strange request), he led them both to a secluded area on the outskirts of the grounds.
Once safely concealed behind a tall tree and some bushes, the CEO dropped his conceited expression, and Yugi looked at him in utter confusion when his teeth clenched firmly, his pupils dilated, and his hands balled into fists.
"Yugi. . . ." he whispered angrily, though most of the resentment put into the word faded when it came out, and left a slightly wavering note in its place.
"Kaiba? What's wrong?" the tri-color-haired boy asked worriedly, refraining himself from laying a hand on the other's forehead to check for a temperature. Seto did not reply right away, and upon looking more closely, the Game King's hikari discovered that his shoulders were quivering slightly.
"Yugi. . . ." the cerulean-eyed teen said again, though more loudly this time. ". . . I. . . . I'm. . . . sick." He choked on the last word.
"You're -sick-?" Yugi repeated, regarding him with alarm. Seto Kaiba was never sick. Ever. "What do you mean?"
Kaiba was now shaking freely with suppressed fury, using the tree to support his weight because his knees were malfunctioning. His eyes were somewhat glazed and stared to a spot slightly left of his classmate's head, apparently looking obsessively at something he alone could see.
"I. . . . don't know what's wrong with me. . . ." he said slowly, bringing his immensely peeved and bewildered orbs to Yugi's own. The smaller one unconsciously took a step back, not understanding his usually jerky friend's predicament.
"Did. . . . you want me to help?. . . . Or. . . . something?" the light side asked warily, wanting to lend his aid but not sure of how he should go about it.
"Kami, I don't know!" the rich boy ground out, looking as if he'd give anything to do away with this mysterious problem he had. "I'm confused, and I though that maybe. . . . well. . . . I didn't know anyone else to. . . . Argh!"
Yugi watched, wide-eyed, as Kaiba moaned and started beating his palm on his forehead, with a manatra of "Get out, get out, get out!" under his breath.
"Please stop hurting yourself," he told the tall brunette, gently taking a hold of his elbow--which was the highest point he could reach--and slowing the abuse. "Just tell me what's going on, and I swear I won't laugh at you or anything." Sharp oceanic eyes looked up to meet an opposite pair, and, slowly but surely, eventually dulled in the innocently earnest violet-orbed gaze. Yugi pointedly sat down, and, sighing, Seto Kaiba reluctantly slid down the tree on his back to follow suit, not caring in the slightest about the damage the oak bark did to his pristine uniform.
They sat in a few minutes of silence, broken only by the Kaiba Corp. heir's somewhat harsh breaths, until finally the CEO spoke, the imaginary image still seeming to be plaguing him.
"Lately, I've been. . . . different," he began lamely, apparently very angered at having to make this admission. Yugi nodded for him to continue, mentally rolling his eyes.
'That much was obvious,' he thought.
"I. . . . I keep getting lightheaded all the time. . . . and. . . . I can't think straight. . . ." Kaiba looked immensely uncomfortable. "Is your stupid Pharaoh spirit or whatever behind this?" he accused.
Yami immediately had a few choice words to say to his cousin, but Yugi shut him up before anything happened.
"My other says he has no idea what you're talking about," came the polite reply to Kaiba's question. The cocky CEO snorted in disbelief, but did not push the allegation.
"So anyway, I went to check with my doctor, with Mokuba's insisting upon it of course," he added grumpily, "And they came up with nothing. They told me I was as healthy as any normal teen should be." Kaiba did not approve of the label 'normal teen', apparently, and spat out the phrase. "I figured I was just overworking myself, but there was no exhaustion involved whatsoever. It was the opposite and--you have to swear that you won't tell this to anyone!" he suddenly erupted, glaring daggers at Yugi for daring to hear his confession.
"You know I'm not like that, Kaiba," the short one said hurtly. "I wouldn't." The billionaire avoided his eyes.
"You had better not," he growled lowly, stalling for a moment before picking up where he left off. ". . . . It was just the opposite and. . . . I keep feeling all. . . . -excited-," he shivered in disgust at himself, once again looking at an irrelevant spot on the grass and not at his so- called friend. "My throat clenches and gets dry, my pulse quickens, and my stomach does triples axles. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't even work . . . There -has- to be something wrong with me!"
In the back of Yugi's mind, Yami snickered.
/I know! I know what's wrong with the moron!/ he cackled gleefully in a sing-song voice. The hikari furrowed his brow; of course, the symptoms were very familiar to him (seeing as he had the same malfunctions whenever in close contact with his dark side), and he had an extremely good idea of what might be wrong with the CEO, but who could have caused it?
Appearing as if he was racking his brain for a possible explanation, Yugi inquired slowly, "Does. . . . does this always happen when you're around something in particular?" The other's eyes immediately darkened with rage, and the light side of the Puzzle knew he had hit a bulls eye. Having to quickly stifle his smile at the thought of cruel, cold-hearted Seto Kaiba being head over heels, he continued with "You could have an allergy or something. . . ." so as not to look suspicious.
The tall brunette glowered. "Somehow, I don't think I'm -allergic- to anything. . . . But yes, it always happens when I'm around something or thinking about something. . . . even if I'm not doing anything related to that something in any way, shape, or form!" he seethed, irked to no end that he could not get whatever it was away from his mind.
With his dark half still maniacal laugh ringing throughout his soul room, Yugi's curiosity was being piqued.
"I. . . . think I might have an idea about what's going on," the short boy said innocently, "But I can't be sure. . . ."
Kaiba snapped to attention. "What do I have?! It's a disease, right? How do I get rid of it?!" he demanded to know a split second later, his angry face looking anxious. The mini duelist seated opposite almost felt sorry for his blue-eyed companion, to think that this was the first time he had ever experienced such a feeling.
"I don't want to say anything before I'm absolutely sure," Yugi told him, not quite through with his harmless prying yet. "Can you tell me what it is that you're reacting this way to?" Seto's eye twitched madly, which only served to replenish the Pharaoh's sniggers.
"That is completely confidential information, Yugi Motou," he growled.
"But Kaiba," violet eyes insisted, shimmering with honesty, "I can't help my friends if I don't know what's wrong. . . ." The wealthy boy sighed in frustration. Why didn't anyone understand that he wasn't comfortable with this?!
"Look," he said with firmness, expression freezing over, "I'm -not- your friend, nor anyone else's. I have no need or want to rely on my peers for things I can take care of myself. Accept it and be through!" The CEO's voice was strained horribly because his sudden affliction had risen up once more and made his mouth go dry as images flashed through his head. "KAMI!"
"Kaiba, just tell me who it is already!" Yugi bit in mild frustration.
Seto didn't even have time to snap "How did you know it was a person?!" because his head was spinning as wave after wave of memories hit his imagination; sparkling eyes and cheerful grins and bright hair and bad attitudes and--
"Jonouchi!" he yelled bitterly, whacking his forehead once again. "It's the mutt, okay?!" The teen wrenched his eyes open once the pictures finally slowed down due to him calling out the name of their subject, and he found Yugi staring at him incredulously.
'. . . . . Duh!' the midget thought to himself repremandingly. 'I can't believe I didn't notice it sooner! They're always at each other's throats! This is so great!'
/High Priest's got it for -Jou-?/ Yami found this fact quite amusing.
In the silence that followed his outburst, while Yugi was conversing with Yami and marveling over how this had gone undetected before, Kaiba fidgeted nervously and glanced around to see if anyone had heard him, but there was no one in sight. The mental bombardment had stopped as quickly as it had come, leaving an odd fuzzy feeling in it's place, but not managing to stamp out the CEO's agitation and annoyance.
At last Yugi looked back up at him grinning somewhat knowingly, and he snarled.
"Well?"
"You're not sick, Kaiba," the violet-eyed boy said, his voice edgy, but strangely happy for a moment.
"What's wrong with me then?" he snapped, fed up with everything his stupid mind was conjuring.
"Oh, there's nothing wrong," Yugi smiled some more. "It's perfectly normal." Pausing to relish in his classmate's impatience for a moment, he waited until Seto's eyes had started to spark dangerously before sharing his diagnosis. "You're in love."
"WHAT?!"
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
A/N And that's all. This fic is finished already, and if people are interested in the second half I will post it. I don't really think I did a top job on it because it goes kinda fast and all, but whatever. If you want to read it anyway, please review!