Author's Notes:
At first I wanted to go directly to the next chapter but I noticed it would be a very big jump, not only in time but also in atmosphere. So I decided my song needed an interlude. Don't worry if you don't understand how they got to where they are. They could have been running around anywhere, could have been with anyone, what matters is what they do now. Why? Because the next and last chapter is going to be called "Don't Explain".
Disclaimer:
See chapter 1
Interlude
The Kaiba mansion was empty, had been empty for almost a week. Silence lay heavily upon the large garden, the leaves of an old oak rustling in the chilly breeze. Dawn was approaching.
And in the dead of night there were footsteps. A lonely someone leaned against the fence of the mansion's garden, gazing up at the fading stars. He hadn't been standing there very long when a shadow approached him silently. The other stopped only a few steps away, both staring at each other, their silhouettes clearly outlined by the light of the dying moon. One was tall, a trenchcoat shielding his body from the cold, the other was a lot smaller, but his hair stood proudly in all directions.
They were silent for a long moment, then, turning away, Seto started to walk up to the mansion. After a second's hesitation Yami followed.
None speaking a word they entered the house, quietly walking through the long corridor. There was no sound but their footsteps, there was no light but the faint silver of stars and moon through the huge window. There was no warmth. But there was tension, so thick it was like a blanket, suffocating them.
And suddenly Yami ran after Seto, grabbed his coat and pulled him back. Then, turning the stunned boy around, he punched him in the face. Seto stumbled back, staring at him. A few heartbeats they stood rooted to the ground, then Seto went for him. Both didn't use their fighting skills, but lashed out blindly at each other, all the anger and hurt suddenly freed.
On the horizon there appeared a faint light blue streak. None of them could tell when their fighting had turned into simply clinging to each other, digging nails into soft flesh and never wanting to let go. None of them could tell when the tears had started falling uncontrollably from the eyes of those who had refused to show weakness in front of each other for so long.