cough Yes, it's true, I'm not dead. I just don't like writing multi-chapters during the school year, because I would never update, which wouldn't be fair to you, the readers. And I'm usually too lazy to sit down and write one shots, like this one. Anyway….
Warnings: shortness, slight OOC-ness, drabble-y, shounen-ai. Yup, shounen-ai. Don't like? Leave. In fact…if you don't like, WHY ARE YOU READING MY FICS?
Pairings: One sided Seto/Yugi, slight Yami/Yugi
Disclaimer: Fine, I don't own Yuugiou/YuGiOh. There, you crushed my dreams. Happy?
Seto POV
I hated you once. When you defeated my, shredding my pride into hundreds of miniscule threads. You smirked at me then. And I became obsessed. Obsessed with defeating you, regaining my title. But game after game, you still won.
I came to notice that it seemed as though you were two people. Even before the happenings at the museums, when you emerged as two separate Yugis', the difference was easy enough to see. The cold duelist who defeated me on many occasions, and….someone else. A different, gentler person, who smiled and called me Kaiba-kun, and treated me as a friend.
This other Yugi confused me. No matter what I did, and what his other friends said, he continued to smile at me. And within time this Yugi too became a point of my obsession. But it was different than with the Dark Yugi. I hid behind a cold mask, but behind it I enjoyed seeing him, living for the kind words and smiles.
The feeling manifested itself in other ways as well. Anonymous packages on Yugi's doorstep, cards left in his school locker. And never once did anyone suspect that I was the culprit, the one who claimed to hate him so much.
The third sign I felt was a raging jealousy. I would see his with his other half, laughing and smiling, occasionally snuggling into his arm. My hatred for the other Yugi deepened then, and I tried more doggedly to defeat him, hoping that a victory would mean Yugi's heart as well.
I would duel for hours against simulations, withdrawing from food, sleep, even my brother, as though possessed by a demon. I had to be ready, I told myself each time, even as this pattern became a routine. I have to prove that I'm strong enough. That I'm worthy.
And so, after these training sessions, I'd approach him, and challenge him to a duel, which the Dark Yugi would accept with a confident smirk.. And thus, the final stage of the cycle would begin. Training, challenge, duel. And finally, always, defeat.
By the third stage, of course, I'd realized it didn't matter what I did. Seeing Yugi so happy, cheering his other half on, congratulating him when I was defeated, looking at him with eyes that radiated admiration. It wouldn't matter if I bought him the world, or took him to the moon. I'd remain Kaiba-kun, cold, unfeeling bastard in the eyes of his friends, rival to his other half. But until I find a way to win his heart, I'll continue to watch, and to challenge the other Yugi, until I'm strong enough. Strong enough to admit my feelings for you.
Well, short somewhat pointless, but now I have proved that I'm not dead right? And hopefully my writing skills have improved some. Anyway, I might be putting up a few more one-shots before summer, when I'll -hopefully- put up the multi chap I've been planning. Review. The button commands you.
Ja!