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Disclaimer: I shall launch a rocket into space...it will return with a document saying that I own Yu-Gi-Oh!...in the year 2098!
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Author's Note: ...Did you really think I was smart enough to build and launch a rocket?
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Dedication: Anime, WHY are you still reading this...? I told you to stop, didn't I?
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When He Loved Me
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Three: Sensing Differences
A month into school, Yami had only made one friend. His grandfather had told him he would make more as the year went on, but he'd already been there for a month! And the only person who talked to him besides Yugi was Seto, and occasionally Mokuba, just because he was Seto's younger brother, and Yugi's friend and classmate. Yami liked Seto, though. Seto always listened to how the other boys laughed at him all the time, and how none of the girls ever liked him. Seto and Yami were very good friends now...but Seto was still oblivious to Yami's secret. He wondered if Seto was ever suspicious, or if he knew. But Seto showed no knowledge of Yami's preferences, that had set him aside from the others for as long as he could remember. The others at school seemed to sense Yami's difference, but not Seto.
Seto, on the other hand, had always felt there was something particularly strange about Yami. Some...alien thing, that he didn't know about. Since Yami told him of the teasing at school, and in other public places, he'd wondered why the others found Yami so unlikable. Was there something wrong with him...?
"So, Seto, what is it that you have been doing?" Yami inquired, meaning to ask about Seto's occupation.
"I took over Kaiba Corp. the August after we graduated, and I've been president ever since." Seto said, fingering the pin on the neck of his jacket, which was barely noticeable. It was silver, and had "Kaiba Corp." engraved in it, taking up the whole space of the pin. "What about you?"
"I've been changing jobs ever so often..." Yami admitted, a light laugh in his confession.
"Never able to hold a steady job, eh?" Seto laughed. "You always were disorganized."
"Well...I'm working on it. I've been helping out at Grampa's game shop for the past few months, though, and have a waiter's job at a little restaurant nearby." Yami said, giving a weak smile.
"Oh? It sounds like you're doing well enough. So, you...live alone...?" Seto had always wondered if Yami had ever found anyone after he was out of the picture. For all Seto knew, Yami could have been married, and had children in the time they hadn't seen each other. Six years was just that long a time period.
"Yes." Yami frowned, thinking of what he'd lost. That had hurt.
"Ah, so you haven't met anyone?"
"No. Yourself?" Yami put on a hopeful look. Maybe he and Seto could still be together...
"Er...actually..." Seto sighed. This was going to be hard to explain to someone so dear to him...he couldn't hurt Yami twice. And since he'd paid for their drinks minutes ago, he'd sensed Yami still had feelings for him.
After school, Yami and Seto had sat down at table fourteen, like they did every Friday afternoon, and began to chatter endlessly about the week, and what had gone on in the classes they didn't share. Seto had decided to ask Yami the question at last. They were close enough friends...Yami wouldn't have a reason to hide anything from him...would he?
"Yami, you said the others at your last school didn't get along very well with you." Seto pointed out.
"That's right," Yami nodded, sipping his coffee.
"...Why?" Seto asked, putting his cup down and waiting for an answer.
"I..." Yami seemed almost surprised that Seto would ask something like that. Then again, it would be in the nature of any good friend to care like Seto did. But would Seto still be Yami's friend after finding out he liked boys...?
"You can tell me, Yami. I promise, if you don't want me to tell anyone, I'll keep it a secret." Yami felt his heart begin to race. Not only did he like boys, but he felt himself growing attached to Seto...beginning to fall in love with the boy. They hadn't known each other long, but Yami had felt like they knew everything about each other, and that there was nothing the other didn't know. Except for the one thing about himself...
"Please, Yami. If it bothered you so much, I should know. Friends don't keep secrets like this from each other."
"But I...it's..." Yami sighed. Why couldn't he tell Seto? Because Seto had been pointing across the classroom at Serenity Wheeler just last week, saying she was the prettiest in all of the twelfth grade. "I can't tell you."
"Why not?" Seto asked. This made him more curious. What could be so bad that Yami wouldn't tell who he'd proclaimed his best friend? Yami must have been hurt more deeply than Seto knew about, if Yami was this afraid to tell him.
"Because...you'll end up like the others. You' won't want to talk to me any more. I don't want to risk our friendship because of this...it's not that important." Yami lied when he'd added the last bit. It was something important. Important enough that the others could make a joke of it...
"I promise, Yami, I won't laugh, and I won't be angry, and I won't ignore you. Our friendship will stay the same." Seto said, crossing his heart with his fingers as he said it.
"You found someone...?" Yami asked. He felt his heart drop.
"Let's not talk about this right now." Seto said, wanting to avoid the subject. "I want to stay your friend."
"I want to keep this friendship alive too. But friends don't keep secrets like this from each other. You said so yourself, some time ago." Yami prodded.
"No, Yami, this isn't like that. This isn't asking out of concern for someone who means something to you, it's asking specifics in a spiteful manner, and being jealous." Seto said, lowering his voice. It would not be good for his reputation to argue in public with another man. Especially about something he hadn't even wanted to talk about.
"You're saying I'm jealous?!" Yami's eyes widened. "I don't believe you! Why would I be jealous?!"
"Because I know you still have damn feelings for me, Yami Motou! Don't pull that shit with me!" Seto yelled. Did Yami think he was stupid?! Seto knew Yami had felt the same way he felt years ago when he saw that look in his eyes.
"No, Seto Kaiba, you're the one pulling shit with me! You're the one who won't even talk to me!" Yami felt his body heat increase as the fight went on, and people began to turn their heads in the direction of the pair.
"Talk to me, Yami! What's going on with you?" Seto asked.
"Nothing. It's nothing at all." Yami said quietly, standing up. He pushed his chair in, and began to walk away.
"Don't leave me hanging, Yami, I care about you! I need to know what's wrong! Please, tell me!" Seto followed Yami, who walked out of Domino Effect, and crossed his arms as he strode down the street. What was wrong?!
"No, Seto! You don't understand!" Yami felt himself about to cry. He couldn't...his eyes were going to betray him now? Why did he have to cry now?! He felt all of the pain of being so alone rushing back to him, where he was the only one who didn't like girls. Where he would cry late at night, and wish there was someone who loved him. Someone who accepted he liked guys.
"And I never will understand unless you tell me! Yami, you shouldn't keep this a secret if it's hurting you!"
Yami turned a corner on the street, off onto another that was more quiet. He sat at a bus stop, and pulled a ticket from his pocket. "I'll see you on Monday, Seto. Go home." He said quietly. He felt a hot tear go down the side of his face, dribbling slowly down his cheek. Luckily, it was on the side of his face that Seto couldn't see. All he had to do was keep his expression from changing, and Seto would never know he'd cried.
"No, Yami, Just tell me!" Seto ran to the bus, which had just pulled up, and pulled out his own ticket, following Yami to the back seat.
There were only three other people on the bus besides Yami and Seto. An old woman with three shopping bags, a dirty man who looked as though he were asleep under a few sheets of newspaper, and a girl wearing all black, with black make-up and chains around her neck, and headphones cranked up so loud she didn't notice when Seto brushed past her, seeking Yami's truth.
"Seto, please, don't! Just...leave me alone! I don't want to tell you!" Yami said, sitting down. Seto took a place beside his friend, and saw the tear on one side of his face. "Yami...you're crying." He said, brushing away the tear.
"Seto..." Yami sniffed. He supposed the boy would find out some way or another. "Seto, I'm gay."
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[Yawns] I was bored, so I wrote a chapter that would finally suggest why this is rated PG-13. Generally language, I guess. Anyways, please review, because this seems to be a story that is going down the drain, and becoming very unsuccessful...I hope it isn't! Who wants more chapters...?
--Kai
Disclaimer: I shall launch a rocket into space...it will return with a document saying that I own Yu-Gi-Oh!...in the year 2098!
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Author's Note: ...Did you really think I was smart enough to build and launch a rocket?
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Dedication: Anime, WHY are you still reading this...? I told you to stop, didn't I?
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When He Loved Me
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Three: Sensing Differences
A month into school, Yami had only made one friend. His grandfather had told him he would make more as the year went on, but he'd already been there for a month! And the only person who talked to him besides Yugi was Seto, and occasionally Mokuba, just because he was Seto's younger brother, and Yugi's friend and classmate. Yami liked Seto, though. Seto always listened to how the other boys laughed at him all the time, and how none of the girls ever liked him. Seto and Yami were very good friends now...but Seto was still oblivious to Yami's secret. He wondered if Seto was ever suspicious, or if he knew. But Seto showed no knowledge of Yami's preferences, that had set him aside from the others for as long as he could remember. The others at school seemed to sense Yami's difference, but not Seto.
Seto, on the other hand, had always felt there was something particularly strange about Yami. Some...alien thing, that he didn't know about. Since Yami told him of the teasing at school, and in other public places, he'd wondered why the others found Yami so unlikable. Was there something wrong with him...?
"So, Seto, what is it that you have been doing?" Yami inquired, meaning to ask about Seto's occupation.
"I took over Kaiba Corp. the August after we graduated, and I've been president ever since." Seto said, fingering the pin on the neck of his jacket, which was barely noticeable. It was silver, and had "Kaiba Corp." engraved in it, taking up the whole space of the pin. "What about you?"
"I've been changing jobs ever so often..." Yami admitted, a light laugh in his confession.
"Never able to hold a steady job, eh?" Seto laughed. "You always were disorganized."
"Well...I'm working on it. I've been helping out at Grampa's game shop for the past few months, though, and have a waiter's job at a little restaurant nearby." Yami said, giving a weak smile.
"Oh? It sounds like you're doing well enough. So, you...live alone...?" Seto had always wondered if Yami had ever found anyone after he was out of the picture. For all Seto knew, Yami could have been married, and had children in the time they hadn't seen each other. Six years was just that long a time period.
"Yes." Yami frowned, thinking of what he'd lost. That had hurt.
"Ah, so you haven't met anyone?"
"No. Yourself?" Yami put on a hopeful look. Maybe he and Seto could still be together...
"Er...actually..." Seto sighed. This was going to be hard to explain to someone so dear to him...he couldn't hurt Yami twice. And since he'd paid for their drinks minutes ago, he'd sensed Yami still had feelings for him.
After school, Yami and Seto had sat down at table fourteen, like they did every Friday afternoon, and began to chatter endlessly about the week, and what had gone on in the classes they didn't share. Seto had decided to ask Yami the question at last. They were close enough friends...Yami wouldn't have a reason to hide anything from him...would he?
"Yami, you said the others at your last school didn't get along very well with you." Seto pointed out.
"That's right," Yami nodded, sipping his coffee.
"...Why?" Seto asked, putting his cup down and waiting for an answer.
"I..." Yami seemed almost surprised that Seto would ask something like that. Then again, it would be in the nature of any good friend to care like Seto did. But would Seto still be Yami's friend after finding out he liked boys...?
"You can tell me, Yami. I promise, if you don't want me to tell anyone, I'll keep it a secret." Yami felt his heart begin to race. Not only did he like boys, but he felt himself growing attached to Seto...beginning to fall in love with the boy. They hadn't known each other long, but Yami had felt like they knew everything about each other, and that there was nothing the other didn't know. Except for the one thing about himself...
"Please, Yami. If it bothered you so much, I should know. Friends don't keep secrets like this from each other."
"But I...it's..." Yami sighed. Why couldn't he tell Seto? Because Seto had been pointing across the classroom at Serenity Wheeler just last week, saying she was the prettiest in all of the twelfth grade. "I can't tell you."
"Why not?" Seto asked. This made him more curious. What could be so bad that Yami wouldn't tell who he'd proclaimed his best friend? Yami must have been hurt more deeply than Seto knew about, if Yami was this afraid to tell him.
"Because...you'll end up like the others. You' won't want to talk to me any more. I don't want to risk our friendship because of this...it's not that important." Yami lied when he'd added the last bit. It was something important. Important enough that the others could make a joke of it...
"I promise, Yami, I won't laugh, and I won't be angry, and I won't ignore you. Our friendship will stay the same." Seto said, crossing his heart with his fingers as he said it.
"You found someone...?" Yami asked. He felt his heart drop.
"Let's not talk about this right now." Seto said, wanting to avoid the subject. "I want to stay your friend."
"I want to keep this friendship alive too. But friends don't keep secrets like this from each other. You said so yourself, some time ago." Yami prodded.
"No, Yami, this isn't like that. This isn't asking out of concern for someone who means something to you, it's asking specifics in a spiteful manner, and being jealous." Seto said, lowering his voice. It would not be good for his reputation to argue in public with another man. Especially about something he hadn't even wanted to talk about.
"You're saying I'm jealous?!" Yami's eyes widened. "I don't believe you! Why would I be jealous?!"
"Because I know you still have damn feelings for me, Yami Motou! Don't pull that shit with me!" Seto yelled. Did Yami think he was stupid?! Seto knew Yami had felt the same way he felt years ago when he saw that look in his eyes.
"No, Seto Kaiba, you're the one pulling shit with me! You're the one who won't even talk to me!" Yami felt his body heat increase as the fight went on, and people began to turn their heads in the direction of the pair.
"Talk to me, Yami! What's going on with you?" Seto asked.
"Nothing. It's nothing at all." Yami said quietly, standing up. He pushed his chair in, and began to walk away.
"Don't leave me hanging, Yami, I care about you! I need to know what's wrong! Please, tell me!" Seto followed Yami, who walked out of Domino Effect, and crossed his arms as he strode down the street. What was wrong?!
"No, Seto! You don't understand!" Yami felt himself about to cry. He couldn't...his eyes were going to betray him now? Why did he have to cry now?! He felt all of the pain of being so alone rushing back to him, where he was the only one who didn't like girls. Where he would cry late at night, and wish there was someone who loved him. Someone who accepted he liked guys.
"And I never will understand unless you tell me! Yami, you shouldn't keep this a secret if it's hurting you!"
Yami turned a corner on the street, off onto another that was more quiet. He sat at a bus stop, and pulled a ticket from his pocket. "I'll see you on Monday, Seto. Go home." He said quietly. He felt a hot tear go down the side of his face, dribbling slowly down his cheek. Luckily, it was on the side of his face that Seto couldn't see. All he had to do was keep his expression from changing, and Seto would never know he'd cried.
"No, Yami, Just tell me!" Seto ran to the bus, which had just pulled up, and pulled out his own ticket, following Yami to the back seat.
There were only three other people on the bus besides Yami and Seto. An old woman with three shopping bags, a dirty man who looked as though he were asleep under a few sheets of newspaper, and a girl wearing all black, with black make-up and chains around her neck, and headphones cranked up so loud she didn't notice when Seto brushed past her, seeking Yami's truth.
"Seto, please, don't! Just...leave me alone! I don't want to tell you!" Yami said, sitting down. Seto took a place beside his friend, and saw the tear on one side of his face. "Yami...you're crying." He said, brushing away the tear.
"Seto..." Yami sniffed. He supposed the boy would find out some way or another. "Seto, I'm gay."
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[Yawns] I was bored, so I wrote a chapter that would finally suggest why this is rated PG-13. Generally language, I guess. Anyways, please review, because this seems to be a story that is going down the drain, and becoming very unsuccessful...I hope it isn't! Who wants more chapters...?
--Kai