Author's Note : Hello people. I cannot believe how quickly I got reviewed.
I mean, wow! Seven in a matter of about twelve hours? Thank You! I'm glad
so many are enjoying this. I hope it stays that way. (Special thanks goes
to the reviewer who pointed out that one mis-spelling. Much appreciated.)
Gah. I'm tired. REALLY tired. I want a veinte hot chocolate. Better yet, a
mocha frappachino. No, make that two. With extra whipped cream, and
chocolate powder dusting the top and . . . (sigh) if only. I'll keep this
short so I can actually sleep tonight. (I hate being a Junior. I really,
really hate being a Junior) Now, about the story - I have a plot! A sketchy
one with more holes than swiss cheese, but it IS a plot! Anyone want a
spoiler? ~ Sharys ~
P.S. : I have made Evanescence the official "The Fallen" band. Too many songs that match the plot. Other bands will pop up, but you will see that they are going to be the most commonly used. I need coffee . . . . (whimper)
Disclaimer : I do not own, I do not own . . . didn't I already cover this?
CHAPTER THREE
*"You don't need to bother." - Bother - Stone Sour -*
He had just about had enough. All morning Seto was dragged from shop to shop by his younger brother. It was good to finally spend time with him but his heart just wasn't in it. He hardly said anything, letting Mokuba do most of the talking. He was just about to suggest going home when his brother shouted a greeting to someone in the crowd.
Two someones, actually.
For the first time in months, Seto wanted to break something.
There, sitting at a table was Yugi Mutou and Yami. Both had changed somewhat from the last time he had seen them. Yami had changed little, with the only noticeable difference being his height and his clothing. However Yugi was a different matter. The shy, insecure teen was gone. In his stead sat a calm, confident-looking person with no traces of fear or worry.
Seto cursed silently. Why couldn't these two just disappear from his life completely? They always seemed to show up whenever life was at its lowest, mocking him. Then, as suddenly as the emotions appeared, they quickly sputtered and died. What did it matter anyway? With that his now- normal expression slid back into place.
Mokuba plopped down at Yugi and Yami's table, forcing Seto to reluctantly follow suit. "Hey guys!" Mokuba said, giving them his trademark grin. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"
Something flashed over Yugi's face, but it was gone before Seto could identify it. The man then smiled. "Yes it has. What have you two been up to?"
"Ah, nothing much." Mokuba glanced at Seto out of the corner of his eye. "Preparing for school, mostly. What about you two?"
As Yugi and Mokuba caught up, Seto was left to his own thoughts. They slowly trailed back to the ice-filled nights, and his life with its rapidly growing tailspin. Suddenly Seto had the distinct feeling that someone was watching him. Glancing up, he met Yami's stare head on. I can see through you, his eyes seemed to say. Blood red eyes. A sudden chill crept over him.
Seto summoned up as much agitation as he could. "What are you staring at, Pharaoh?" he growled.
"Nothing," he said evenly, yet his voice rang with an odd sense of truth. "Absolutely nothing."
* * *
"So . . . what do you think? Can you do anything?"
Mokuba paced back and forth in his room, his cell phone pressed against his ear. The meeting had not lasted as long as he would have liked. As time drew on Seto had become more and more uncomfortable and insisted that they leave. Work was his excuse, of course. So what else was new? Mokuba stopped by a window as Yugi's voice floated from the other end of the line.
"I don't know, but we are going to try." Yugi sighed noticeably. "The meeting upset Yami though, and to tell the truth, it upset me too. It was like your brother wasn't even there. Not really."
"You both saw it then. Good. I thought that you would, if no one else. Do you have some sort of plan?"
"I haven't got that far yet. We don't want to offend him or trip any alarms he has built in that mind of his. Your brother is-"
"Complicated," Mokuba finished for him. "Yes, I know. Better than most, actually. Let me know as soon as you think of something."
"Of course."
* * *
"Was that Mokuba?"
Yugi nodded as he hung up the phone. He turned and smiled at Yami, who was leaning back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.
"And?" Yami asked impatiently.
"And what?"
"What did you find out?"
"Nothing we didn't already know. It was mostly confirmation." Yugi ran a hand through his hair, watching as the stands fell back into place. He sighed. "I have absolutely no clue how we are going to go about this," he admitted. "I want to help Kaiba, I really do . . . but how can I? He doesn't even consider me a friend."
He sighed again as he felt Yami's arm drape over his shoulder. "Don't start having second thoughts now," Yami told him. "The two of us have done more impossible things than even I could have imagined. We can do this. It's just going to take some time is all."
"But how much time do we have?"
// Yugi // Yami said firmly, turning Yugi's face towards him. // I have never thought that you were one to give up so easily. Don't stop before you have even begun. //
/ I'm sorry, it's just that . . . /
// I know. // Yami suppressed a sigh before saying out loud, "Let's go out for dinner. We might be able to think better. What do you say?"
Yugi smiled. "Alright, but you're buying."
"Fair enough."
With the mood lightened somewhat, the two made their way towards the door.
Author's Note : Forgive the shortness. I said this at the beginning of the chapter, but I'm going to say it again now. I AM TIRED. Have you ever had a horse run away with you twice in one day? Not fun, especially if that horse is an Arabian. I swear she was laughing at me in a sing-song voice, "Hah! I have the bit! I have the bit! AND THERE ISNT A DAMN THING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!" She's too smart for her own good, and mine . . . (growl, mumble, *add colorful swearing here*) Oh yes, about the story; sorry for not going into great detail, but I was lazy and was having a hard time thinking up correct actions and responses. Sorry. I hope it didn't affect the quality too much. Well, until next time! ~ Sharys ~
P.S. : I have made Evanescence the official "The Fallen" band. Too many songs that match the plot. Other bands will pop up, but you will see that they are going to be the most commonly used. I need coffee . . . . (whimper)
Disclaimer : I do not own, I do not own . . . didn't I already cover this?
CHAPTER THREE
*"You don't need to bother." - Bother - Stone Sour -*
He had just about had enough. All morning Seto was dragged from shop to shop by his younger brother. It was good to finally spend time with him but his heart just wasn't in it. He hardly said anything, letting Mokuba do most of the talking. He was just about to suggest going home when his brother shouted a greeting to someone in the crowd.
Two someones, actually.
For the first time in months, Seto wanted to break something.
There, sitting at a table was Yugi Mutou and Yami. Both had changed somewhat from the last time he had seen them. Yami had changed little, with the only noticeable difference being his height and his clothing. However Yugi was a different matter. The shy, insecure teen was gone. In his stead sat a calm, confident-looking person with no traces of fear or worry.
Seto cursed silently. Why couldn't these two just disappear from his life completely? They always seemed to show up whenever life was at its lowest, mocking him. Then, as suddenly as the emotions appeared, they quickly sputtered and died. What did it matter anyway? With that his now- normal expression slid back into place.
Mokuba plopped down at Yugi and Yami's table, forcing Seto to reluctantly follow suit. "Hey guys!" Mokuba said, giving them his trademark grin. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"
Something flashed over Yugi's face, but it was gone before Seto could identify it. The man then smiled. "Yes it has. What have you two been up to?"
"Ah, nothing much." Mokuba glanced at Seto out of the corner of his eye. "Preparing for school, mostly. What about you two?"
As Yugi and Mokuba caught up, Seto was left to his own thoughts. They slowly trailed back to the ice-filled nights, and his life with its rapidly growing tailspin. Suddenly Seto had the distinct feeling that someone was watching him. Glancing up, he met Yami's stare head on. I can see through you, his eyes seemed to say. Blood red eyes. A sudden chill crept over him.
Seto summoned up as much agitation as he could. "What are you staring at, Pharaoh?" he growled.
"Nothing," he said evenly, yet his voice rang with an odd sense of truth. "Absolutely nothing."
* * *
"So . . . what do you think? Can you do anything?"
Mokuba paced back and forth in his room, his cell phone pressed against his ear. The meeting had not lasted as long as he would have liked. As time drew on Seto had become more and more uncomfortable and insisted that they leave. Work was his excuse, of course. So what else was new? Mokuba stopped by a window as Yugi's voice floated from the other end of the line.
"I don't know, but we are going to try." Yugi sighed noticeably. "The meeting upset Yami though, and to tell the truth, it upset me too. It was like your brother wasn't even there. Not really."
"You both saw it then. Good. I thought that you would, if no one else. Do you have some sort of plan?"
"I haven't got that far yet. We don't want to offend him or trip any alarms he has built in that mind of his. Your brother is-"
"Complicated," Mokuba finished for him. "Yes, I know. Better than most, actually. Let me know as soon as you think of something."
"Of course."
* * *
"Was that Mokuba?"
Yugi nodded as he hung up the phone. He turned and smiled at Yami, who was leaning back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.
"And?" Yami asked impatiently.
"And what?"
"What did you find out?"
"Nothing we didn't already know. It was mostly confirmation." Yugi ran a hand through his hair, watching as the stands fell back into place. He sighed. "I have absolutely no clue how we are going to go about this," he admitted. "I want to help Kaiba, I really do . . . but how can I? He doesn't even consider me a friend."
He sighed again as he felt Yami's arm drape over his shoulder. "Don't start having second thoughts now," Yami told him. "The two of us have done more impossible things than even I could have imagined. We can do this. It's just going to take some time is all."
"But how much time do we have?"
// Yugi // Yami said firmly, turning Yugi's face towards him. // I have never thought that you were one to give up so easily. Don't stop before you have even begun. //
/ I'm sorry, it's just that . . . /
// I know. // Yami suppressed a sigh before saying out loud, "Let's go out for dinner. We might be able to think better. What do you say?"
Yugi smiled. "Alright, but you're buying."
"Fair enough."
With the mood lightened somewhat, the two made their way towards the door.
Author's Note : Forgive the shortness. I said this at the beginning of the chapter, but I'm going to say it again now. I AM TIRED. Have you ever had a horse run away with you twice in one day? Not fun, especially if that horse is an Arabian. I swear she was laughing at me in a sing-song voice, "Hah! I have the bit! I have the bit! AND THERE ISNT A DAMN THING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!" She's too smart for her own good, and mine . . . (growl, mumble, *add colorful swearing here*) Oh yes, about the story; sorry for not going into great detail, but I was lazy and was having a hard time thinking up correct actions and responses. Sorry. I hope it didn't affect the quality too much. Well, until next time! ~ Sharys ~