Disclaimer: I do not own neither Seto nor Ryou (not even Mokuba)

There is Shounen-ai (kissing among boys with boys), OCC (in my opinion), and a slightly going-insane Ryou

This is dedicated to my one and only paddy. Without you, treana, I probably wouldn't have ever posted somethign ever again. Thank you for keeping me going and staying with me for these past couple of months... I know they haven't been the best, but it can't rain all the time.

Spinning Again

Being alone never seemed so... lonely. Maybe it's just because of the empty wall that keeps staring at me... It is very white... Too white if you ask me... Or maybe it's the rain that still hasn't stopped pouring... Or maybe it's that stupid fan. It just keeps spinning and spinning as if it's actually going to get somewhere, as if it's going to catch up with its proceeder. I don't think it will ever stop.. Unless the power goes out... Or I turn off the light switch... But that'd be kind of cruel, wouldn't it? To stop something that merely had one, simple goal in it's nonexistent life.

Maybe I am just crazy.

Glaring at the still rotating fan, I miserably rolled over until I heard a sudden thud and felt a dull pain surge through my head. Sitting up in defeat, I allowed my glare to be replaced upon my bed which seemed even higher than usual, considering I was now in the floor. I felt a sneeze enter the back of my throat before a quiet achoo! filled the room. Maybe Kaiba was right, maybe I was crazy for going out in the rain.

"So, do you enjoy getting sick? Or is this some kind of ritual?"

I sniffled slightly, noting that the mere action increased the pain in my temples more than it should, deciding to pull myself up. The light that filtered around my closed door showed me that my father must still be up, ruling out my option of sitting on the balcony. For some reason, he seemed to be less than pleased with me for "ruining" a more than expensive suit. After being told that he should look into professional help for me, he pointed towards the bathroom and that was the last he spoke to me. Maybe I did need help... Of course, it isn't my fault that I do.

You're right, for once. I take full credit for that.

Shut up you.

I stood there for a while, doing nothing really, just staring at the blank wall. Then, as if by some kind of gift, the light-border around my door suddenly disappeared, giving the signal of safety. Waiting a few more minutes, just to be sure, I waited outside my door until I felt safe enough to leave my room to take my place out in the rain. I opened the door cautiously, flicking off the light switch in habit, despite the fact that the light was not, having been turned off by the small chain that hung from the light itself. I walked down the hall before a sudden impulse hit me turn back around. I looked into my room to see the ceiling fan slowing to a stop. I walked back out of my room after reaching out and turning the switch back on.

O.O.O.O

Once again, it's raining. And once again, I'm walking through it. But I at least have my reasons this time; I do have to go school, unfortunately. I mean, it's not that bad, as long as I don't do anything to make a complete idiot of myself again.

"W-would you like to sit in the rain with me?"

I flushed at the memory before allowing a little skip to enter my step. Then, as is out of nowhere, a familiar group of heads (all with peculiar styles of hair) came into view through the dark fog that accompanied the rain. Unlike myself, they seemed to have some kind of sense, having a diverse flock of umbrellas hovering over all four of their heads. I willed my legs to speed up in order to catch up with the small group, splashing water up the legs of my pants with every step I took. However, as I approached closer to the group that was still out of reach, a dark vehicle passed me, stopping with a graceful, yet abrupt, screech. Half suspecting a stranger with candy to reach for me out of the car, I cautiously continued my path ahead of me. Then, a peculiarly dark head of hair stuck out the window in place of the gloved hand I had imagined to reveal the young Kaiba, Mokuba. I looked around in search of someone, anyone, that may have grabbed the attention of the young boy, anyone aside from myself. Seeing no one else, I walked towards the car.

"What are you doing? You're all wet!" the loud voice screamed over the pouring rain. I shrugged my shoulders slightly before noticing the same figure in the corner that had occupied "my bench" less than two days ago.

"Walking to school, I guess," I answered, placing my gaze back to the ground.

"Well get in! We have plenty of room!" Mokuba yelled while opening the door.

"No, I couldn't. I'll be fine walkin-" I began politely before being pulled in by the arm. I remained in the spacious floor of the limo before Mokuba pulled himself back in from the rain, shaking his long locks of black hair free of the rain in the process.

"Come on, you don't have to sit on the floor, silly. Get up in the seat," the boy coaxed. I pulled myself up to be even with the young Kaiba, completely aware of the familiar figure that sat opposite of us, staring outside the window with the small, black contraption stuck to his ear.

The silence seemed to settle in the area as if it were the norm, the only noise being the occasional beep from Mokuba's game, the faint sound of the blaring cell phone (accompanied by the occasional sigh from Kaiba), and the rain that poured outside the car. I sat as still as possible, not daring to breath, non-the-less speak.

"You know, you don't have to be so nervous," Mokuba suddenly spoke from beside me.

"What do you mean?"

"Your hands, they haven't stopped twisting around since you got in here," he put down his game down, "What's your problem?" He looked up at me expectantly. He continued his stare until he caught my glance towards his older brother. "Oh," he suddenly had a huge grin covering his face, something I did not entirely trust. "I see what it is," he suddenly put on a disgusting act of making out with his own hand before "passing out" in my lap. "I had been wondering what you guys were doing the other day. No wonder he was so secretive about it," he teased, still looking up from my lap. I stared down at the boy, appalled at such a show by such a young kid. Honestly, what is this world coming to when such an innocent looking boy suddenly starts insinuating such acts about his brother, non-the-less?

"I don't know what you're talking about," I squeaked out before I felt the car stop and Mokuba hop up.

"Uh huh. Sure. Okay. Whatever you say, loverboy," he continued as he crawled over me to the door that was waiting opened for him. With a wink and a blown kiss, he hopped out of the car into the pouring rain. I allowed my eyes to wonder over to Kaiba he still had the same emotionless gaze on his face, giving the impression he heard nor saw anything.

It did not take more than twelve seconds for the car to begin moving again and the silence to fall back into place. I sat uncomfortably, once again, staring out the window when a sudden beep called my attention to my right. For the first time since I entered the car, the oldest Kaiba seemed as if were indeed alive and not nothing more than furniture. I quickly placed my gaze to floor, though, when the boy's attention turned from the window to the middle of the seat where he dropped the phone that had been previously attached to his head. Feeling more than awkward after how much of an idiot I had been in front of him the other day, I kept my head down, just like good little children do.

The rain continued, as the time continued to drawl out. What already seemed to be hours turned out to only be minutes by the small glow of the clock I spotted on the wall of the car. I honestly didn't know how I should act around him. I mean... I've told him things I haven't ever told anyone... And for no reason, even more...

"How have you been?" the deep voice questioned uncertainly from across the room-like space. I looked up uncertainly to meet the same eyes that I had met in the rain.

"Exactly what are you doing?"

"I don't know," I replied, unsure of whether I was replying to the man across of me or the ghost in the back of my mind. I looked up to see those eyes staring at me slightly confused, nothing like they were the other day. "I don't know what I'm doing," I mumbled.

"Do you feel okay?" the voice questioned again.

"To fly? A bit cliche, don't you think?"

"No... I mean yes... I mean... I don't know..." I answered... This is it... I've finally cracked...

I suddenly felt the gradual stop of the car as I looked up to see Kaiba looking towards me. I flushed slightly, then reached for the doorknob.

"Will you please tell Mokuba 'thank-you' for picking me up?" I paused long enough to question. He stared at me quietly for a moment before leaning down to reach for his briefcase.

"He wasn't the one to stop the car. I was," he answered in the same monotone voice.

"I hate the name Kaiba."

"Oh... Thank you..."

"I prefer Seto."

"Seto."

O.O.O.O

Pushing my way through a sea of people, I came towards my locker to gather my homework. I pushed my hair from my face before putting my mind on the combination I could never remember. Just then, I felt something lean against my leg. I looked down to see a blue umbrella propped half against the locker. I leaned over to pick it up when I noticed something attached to the end of it. Bringing my finger closer to the object, I touched the same black mask that had laid beside my own blue mask in the same rain.

I know, I know, I've been gone for quite some time... Like six months... All I've got to say is that school is hell, in particularly, my Honors English class. As my paddy refered to it, that teacher is a slave-driver. Hmm, I knew that I wasn't really sure if I was going to continue this or not, but I began writing adn this is what happened. Sure, it's uneventful and boring, but it's never stopped me before. With school coming to a close, I'll probably be updating on a regular basis again.

Moral of the Day: Honors English is ruled by a tyrant Slave-Driver