Waiting for the Rain
Chapter Seven – Yugi, Part One
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or anything Yu-Gi-Oh related. I only dream of being as lucky as whoever it is that does own Yu-Gi-Oh. For now, I'm stuck with writing fanfiction. The lyrics belong to their owners, and I use them without permission.
Hi!! This is my Yu-Gi-Oh fanfic. This fic is a Mai/Joey pairing. There might be some OOCness and the results of the Battle City Finals are pure speculation. I have it so that Mai loses to Joey, and he takes care of her after her attempted suicide. Hope you enjoy!!
Kohaku Frost
Omg, I am so sorry it's been so long. OO I hadn't realized I was so far behind, what with college, breaking up with my boyfriend, studying, making new friends, and helping my parents pack. I swear to you all on all I hold dear, I will not let it get this bad ever again!!
WARNING: Content some may find disturbing is included in this chapter. Read at your own risk.
Never want to fly
Never want to leave
Never want to say what you mean to me
Never want to run
Frightened to believe
You're the best thing about me
Sometimes I feel like this is only chemistry
Stuck in a maze searching for a way to
Shut down turn around feel the ground beneath me
You're so close where do you end where do I begin?
Always pushing and pulling
Sometimes sanity takes vacation time on me
I'm in a daze stumbling bewildered
North of gravity head up in the stratosphere
You and I roller coaster riding love
You're the center of adrenaline
And I'm beginning to understand
Never want to fly
Never want to leave
Never want to say what you mean to me
Never want to run
Frightened to believe
You're the best thing about me
Walk on broken glass make my way through fire
These are the things I would do for love
Farewell peace of mind kiss goodbye to reason
Up is down the impossible occurs each day
This intoxication thrills me
I only pray it doesn't kill me
Never want to fly
Never want to leave
Never want to say what you mean to me
Never want to run
Frightened to believe
You're the best thing about me
You're the center of adrenaline
And I'm beginning to understand
You could be the best thing about me
Never want to fly
Never want to leave
Never want to say what you mean to me
Never want to run
Frightened to believe
You're the best thing about me
You could be the best thing about me
What if you're the best thing about me?
"The Best Thing" Savage Garden
Yugi Motou had loved Tea Gardener his whole life, he had longed for nothing but the soft brush of her lips on his as he woke in the morning, seeing her beautiful smile when she came home from work in the evenings. But now that was gone. What might have been could never be, and Yugi blamed himself. If only he had told her how he felt, plainly, rather than stupidly believing his actions were enough… If only he had seen her rage at Joey for stretching the bonds of their friendship to include Mai… If only he had realized how twisted Tea really was…
Yugi flicked one golden bang out of his eyes and smiled wearily at Joey across the snowy coffin. How could he blame his best friend? Tea had been consumed by rejection, her anger leading to self-destruction. Why? Because she was blinded by her selfishness. How had things gotten so bad? Slowly, and Yugi was the only one who'd known how likely it had been for Tea to kill herself. She'd spent her summers in mental hospitals, and often missed school because of her borderline insanity. Her parents had sent her to shrinks for years, and had more than a few times rushed her to the hospital to get sedated, or have her stomach pumped to bring up the overdoes of pills, or, the worst, having seventy-five stitches to sew her neck back together. Tea had been addicted to pain, she was a closet sadist, and even though Yugi had loved her, she still hurt him.
The preacher was finishing the eulogy, and the crowd was beginning to disperse. Mai stood near Joey, her elegant black veil and hat shadowing her drawn and restless face. The Harpy Mistress had taken the news of Tea's death badly, blaming herself, and Yugi couldn't think of a way to make her think otherwise. Joey had accepted Yugi's reasoning without question, and that unwavering trust made the young duelist love his friend even more. Yugi watched as Tea's parents were greeted and hugged by countless mourners. Slowly, and with eloquent deliberation, he turned and walked through the wet grass to his car, his shoulders shaking with a resounding ache deep in his heart.
Would he never be loved? Not for being a master duelist, or for being Yami's host, but for simply being Yugi Motou? Was it to much to ask from a life that had been hard and bitter enough?
Before the young man's fingers could touch the car door, a strong, firm hand settled on his shoulder, and Yugi couldn't suppress a flinch of surprise. Without turning him around, a rich, cultured voice whispered in his ear.
"Yugi, I am sorry for your loss, but you will find love and happiness eventually." A smooth, elegantly scripted business card appeared between the fingers of the hand on Yugi's shoulder, and the violet eyed teenager reached up to take it. "If you need someone to talk to, you can reach me at this address. My door is always open to you, and…the healing process can be painful, but nothing like what she put you through."
With that the strange person walked away, and Yugi was too shocked to turn around. With an impossible slowness, he raised the expensive parchment card to his eyes and read in wonder
Seto Kaiba.
It was three long, agonizing days before Yugi got the nerve to call on Kaiba. How could he not have recognized the voice? The unmistakable grip of that hand? The tell tale eloquence? It didn't seem possible that Seto Kaiba, President and CEO of Kaiba Corp. could have extended the hand of friendship to his sworn enemy...but he had. Yugi spent hours discussing the remarkable occurrence in the cemetery with Yami, who was as ever distrustful of the wealthy man. After a few restless nights and the ever recurring nightmares of Tea's "love", Yugi decided to see if the older, wiser, lesser duelist was as good as his word.
The drive to the massive estate was shorter than Yugi had expected, but the grand looking mansion took his breath away enough to sufficiently bring all his doubts to the surface. What had he been thinking?
Nevertheless, the brave black, gold, and purple haired youth exited his vehicle and went up the granite steps into the ornate portico, pulling the heavy, unexpected bell rope. Somehow he had expected the Kaiba mansion to be high tech and fully modern...but it was an all too pleasant surprise. A few moments later, the stiff, stilted butler arrived, taking Yugi's name and ushering him into a parlor that better matched Yugi's expectations. The coldness of the room equaled his long standing impression of Kaiba as a man who felt little and showed even less. The room was filled with the ultra modern black-glass-and-chrome décor that was easy to find in the home of any well-to-do professional. For some strange reason, all that shining surface space made Yugi's stomach turn. Before he knew it, he was flat on his ass on the black marble floor with his head between his knees, trying desperately to retain his lunch.
His host found him like that not a minute later, poor Yugi's head swimming with the fumes from the polish he appeared to be highly allergic too. Without a word, the tall, coldly handsome executive picked the much smaller boy up and carried him out of the room, into his own private parlor, where none of that repulsive polish had ever been used. Unfortunately, little Yugi had fainted dead away, and Kaiba made him comfortable on the sofa while he waited for his tormented guest to wake up, so that they could have their long awaited talk.
To be continued...