The Spirit That Inhabits Us All

Chapter One – Day One

This is Day One of however long I want it to be. Yes, with capital letters cause it's SPECIAL.

Jazz, you're right, it's Seto's POV, and, since you guessed, you get a special prize. -tosses you a Link plushie- You DO still like Link, right? If not, I'll get Shana a Joey one. -waves a Joey plushie- Or a Muroku one…? -waves a Muroku plushie-


"No, no, Joey!" Hikari's voice was full of suppressed laughs. "No, it's like this." She corrected his fingers and I heard Joey's frustrated moan. I suppressed a chuckle.

I've often heard Hikari say that there is a word for what I am doing, and that's "stalking." I'm following around the two of them secretly, watching what they're doing.

(Veena: coughLOSERcough!)

See, in order to FINALLY get out of the dump that's called a school, I have to make a play or story focusing on a real life event, any time in history up to today, whether it concerned me or not. I decided to use Joey and Hikari, and write the paper on those two, and Joey's guitar lessons.

I watched as Joey continued to try and learn the chord – D. Finally, when a clear note rang out, Joey raised his fist in triumph.

"At LAST!" he said. "I've been WAITING!"

Hikari grinned and took Tov from him. "Good," she said. She played D several times, humming Row, Row, Row Your Boat and then another chord before back to D. "A7," she said promptly. "Jimmy made me practice that during the first class. I wanted to scream at him for more challenging stuff." Joey groaned. "Go on, laddie, you still have a lot to learn."


"Seto, are you okay?"

I grunted at my little brother. Mokuba looked at me disbelievingly as I sat at my laptop. He sipped his hot chocolate before he spoke again.

"She didn't…?"

"No."

"Then why…?"

"Because."

Suddenly Mokuba seemed to guess. Looking as indignant as he could in pajamas, he said, "You didn't even ASK her, did you? GOD, Seto, you're such a chicken." (OH THE POSSIBILITIES!)

I blinked. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Gosh, she's human too, you know. If I were you, I would have asked her A LONG TIME AGO."

I grunted again and got back to my work. Mokuba sighed, exasperatedly, and there was knock on the door. I was surprised. Who would come over so late at night?

He went to answer it and yelled, "Oh my God! Seto!"

I quickly pushed my laptop away and ran to the front door. Hikari was there, dripping wet. Rain poured behind her. She was trying to hold up a semi-conscious Joey with one arm, a guitar case with the other. "Can we come in?" she murmured, her eyelids fluttering.

(Veena: Can we come in? No, we're leaving the half-conscious kid out in the rain, dummy.)

"Of course," Mokuba and I said at once, wondering what in God's name had happened.

As she walked it, I grabbed Joey from her with one hand, and slung my arm around her with the other to help her. Mokuba grabbed her guitar. She looked at us gratefully, and tiredly. Both of the two were ready to pass out. I took them upstairs, to a guest bedroom. Joey was already out. I put him on the bed before I half-carried her to a room near by. "Can you…" I said, hesitantly, "undress yourself?" (1)

She giggled from her exhausted state and nodded. "There's robes in there," I said, pointing to the closet, before leaving quickly, closing the door behind me.

I went back to Joey's room quickly and made a decision. I hoisted him up and undressed him, slipping on a dry robe quickly. I had noticed a bruise on his shoulders as I slipped the robe on, but I refused to see if he had any more. (2) I then dried his hair with a towel and threw a blanket over him. He was still asleep.

I ran back to Hikari's room, where I found her fast asleep in the bed, a robe on, without a blanket. I sighed and pulled it over her too.

I went back downstairs to a worried Mokuba. "Seto?"

"I don't know," I said. "We'll have to ask in the morning."

And so we left the two of them to sleep, and thought of what could have happened.


(1) Obviously he wouldn't want to undress a girl… well, then again, he might have… then again, not ALL boys are sex-obsessed perverts… although Veena disagrees.

(2) I didn't mean to suggest anything here. All I'm saying is that he wasn't willing to invade Joey's space to see if anything was serious, ESPECIALLY when he was unconscious.