Title: Broken Wings

Author: Yugi's Tenshi

Rating: PG-13, for this chappie (again)

Warning: The usual stuff.

Pairing: Kaiba Seto / Jounouchi Katsuya

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!

A/N: Hey there! Been a while again, I know. I'm not going to make any excuses, though.

I didn't post, period.

I'm sticking to the old rating system for the rest of this fic, just in case you're wondering.

After this chapter things will move faster, promise. I definitely know where this is going now. Writing this made me realize something: I'm never going to write anything without deciding on a plot first again. And I won't post a new story if I can't be sure to meet my own deadlines. I'm glad people were patient with me and kept reading through my escapades, but I really asked too much from my readers.

Thanks again and again to everybody who read and especially to those who bothered to review, you make my day! I'm trying to post regularly, at least once a month from now on – I'll TRY.

Thanks and sorry for rambling so long, here comes the next chapter:

.- Chapter 8: Midnight Meeting -.-

It was awkward to say the least. With all the time he had spent in this room, he seemed to have totally forgotten what he had been doing with his free time before. It seemed like ages ago, millenias even, that he did something besides sitting and talking with Seto, however little conversation there had been the last few days before the brunet's release from the prison called hospital. This strange feeling, which left him so exceptionally empty inside, wouldn't leave him alone, no matter what he tried. It was the weekend, too, and although Yugi invited him over, Katsuya felt no thrive to go. He did miss his friends, the joking and laughing, the carefreeness of their time spent together, but he starved for something different, something cold and uncaring, absolutely hot and oh-so-gentle at the same time: Kaiba Seto.

It had been one day. One fucking day, and Katsuya was desperate. There were so many things he still wanted to know about the CEO, so many things he wanted to do.

Yet, here he was, sitting in his room and contemplating the unfairness of the great workings of Universe. It didn't matter to the blond if you called it fate, destiny, God, or just plainly bad luck, for him it was the same difference: he didn't get to see Seto!

Frustrated, Katsuya jumped from his bed and headed toward the front door. Hurridly donning his shoes, he stormed out and made for the park nearby.

"I have to get some fresh air and to get him out of my mind!" After a few steps he halted and, sighing deeply, slapped himself on one of his cheeks. "Great, just great! Now I'm talking to myself."

.-.-.-.-.-

Seto sighed. His eyes travelled over the piles of papers widely strewn over his desk, and all the notes he had scattered about the table top. The constant humming of his computer didn't help the headache pulsating through his temples much, when the old clock, standing behind him, never ceased to remind him of the expiring time. It was a lost case. In every aspect. If he kept going at the same speed he had up to this moment, he was never going to be able to get everything done. Not today, not tomorrow, not next month.

"Damn him for constantly plagueing my thoughts. What in the name of God did I do to deserve this? I didn't want to get acquainted with him in the first place and now I can't wrap my mind around the concept of not seeing him? I'm going insane! "

Sighing again, he turned to look out of the window. It was a habit he couldn't get rid of ever since he woke up in the sterile environment of a hospital bed.

The moon had risen high over Domino City already, bathing everything in an eerie yet wonderful glow. Even Seto couldn't escape the pale rays of reflected sunlight as they shone through the large glass, shimmering on his deep blue eyes. Glancing at the large premises surrounding his mansion, something out of the ordinary caught the brunet's attention.

A lone silouette stood along the high fences, face obscured by the wrought iron bars and the moonlight illuminating it from one side. It seemed to gaze in his direction, though, on a closer look right into his eyes even.

An unsetteling feeling creeping along his spine, Seto turned away. 'Just my vivid imagination', he told himself, going rigid the next moment. "Since when do I have a vivid imagination?" He growled, turning again only to see the figure moving down the street at a slow pace.

Without thinking – or power over his body's actions, whatever you want to call it – Seto moved towards the door of his study, briskly walking down the corridor toward the front door. Only stopping briefly to throw on one of his trenchcoats and to grab his keys, he made his way out. Why? He didn't know, but his feet instantly took him toward the gate in persuit of the strange human form. It's contures still lingered in the back of his mind, though he couldn't quite place them despite being oddly familiar to him.

Maybe he just didn't want to. Maybe he didn't want to acknowledge he was following the very same person he had craved to see all day, hell since he stormed out of the stupid hospital room. Maybe he still didn't want to acknowledge his feelings, even though his body – or make that heart – already had decided that it was damn well time to act upon them, if his mind agreed or not.

Taking long strides, Seto turned a corner and had to restrain himself from breaking into a run as the silouette seemed to move faster than ever, almost disappearing on the horizon.

"Wait!" Huffing with unbearable exhaustion, the young CEO finally took to a light jog, trying to shorten the distance between them. His legs seemed to weigh more with every step he took, dragging along the hard pavement and slowing him down.

"Wait, damn it!" He called again, almost sounding desperate in his own ears. The air seemed to suddenly thin, crushing his lungs as Seto tried to breath. Falling to his knees and clutching at his chest, he looked up to see Katsuya staring back at him, only to turn around and walk away. Pressing his eyes shut and trying to force air into his lungs in vain, Seto collapsed to the ground and passed out.

.-.-.-.-.-

Bolting upright in his bed, Seto took a deep breath to calm his nerves, appretiating the feeling of oxygen in his lungs. Slowly he settled back against his pillows, whiping away the sweat from his brow.

Eyes closed, he took a few more breaths before he climbed out of bed to walk toward the window. Pulling aside one of the heavy curtains the brunet looked outside. He enjoyed the same view like in his dream, although his study was on the other side of the house.

Concidering this, the dream felt much more unrealistic. Why did he see the front of the house in this dream? It didn't make sense at all, at least not to him. Everything looked exactly the same, even the moonlight cast the same shadows.

Out of the corner of his eye, Seto caught a dark figure along the fence of the garden looking up at the mansion. Shaking its head, it turned to walk down the road.

.- tbc -.-