Tears of An Angel by Leiko and Tikaru
Leiko: ABOUT TIME I UPDATED! XD
Disclaimer: I don't own… So don't ask… Neither does Tikaru… WE OWN LEIKO AND TIKARU THOUGH! So…. HAH! XD
Chapter 5 – By Leiko
"Hmm…" Leiko stared at the screen of her cell phone as she sat in the passenger seat, pondering why her friend hadn't been picking up. Seto was behind the wheel, the rest piled into the back of the van along with the instruments. "It's really weird that she's not answering. I mean… She's always got her phone on…"
"Maybe she's at a movie or something…." Yuugi said from beside Yami, raising an eyebrow as he peered around the seat at Leiko, who shook her head.
"She puts it on vibrate when she's at a movie…." Now she was growing worried. What if something had happened? She turned her head slighting, glancing in the back at Ryou. He hadn't said a word since they had left. And now the car was filled with silence that was killing her.
She turned again and looked back out the windshield. Then a thought hit her. "Guys… We can't play without her…."
Everyone else hadn't seemed to be thinking about that fact. Leiko sighed. "What are we going to do?"
"I guess we just-" Ryou was cut off at the sound of Leiko's cell phone ringing. She pulled it out quickly and sighed happily when she saw Tikaru's number on the screen. Flipping it open quickly, she held it up to her ear. "Tikaru?"
"Yeah…" She sounded tired, and stressed.
"You alright? Where have you been? Where are you now?" It hadn't occurred to her that pummeling her friend with questions the moment she called wasn't the best of ideas.
"Leiko! Chill…. I'm fine. I've been at the arcade. And I'm getting ready to head home." Her voice was quiet.
"Oh… Sorry. Do you still want to do the gig tonight? You don't sound so good…" She contemplated this for a moment and then shook her head. "You know what, forget the gig. We'll come pick you up and go home. 'Kay?" She shot Seto a side-glance, knowing he wouldn't be pleased about having to turn around to pick up Tikaru, but he simply acted as though he hadn't heard her.
"Oh… Alright…" Leiko could imagine Tikaru smiling on the other end.
"Okay. We'll be there in a couple minutes. Just wait there."
"Alright. Bye."
"See ya."
She turned off the phone and then turned to look at Seto, who glanced at her out of the corner of her eye. He gave her a slight glare as if to say 'I really don't want to do this.' But when she raised both her eyebrows, staring at him with big green eyes he sighed and pulled off an exit ramp, turning around and going the opposite direction. Leiko smiled, patting one of his hands on the steering wheel. Then she flipped open her phone once more, dialing in the number to reach the club owner, and finished canceling their performance just as Seto pulled up infront of the arcade.
Spotting Tikaru, Leiko rolled down the window and smiled, waving at her friend. "Tikaru-saaaaaaan! Over heeere!"
Tikaru looked up, and plastered a fake smile on her face, walking slowly to the van, wearing her jacket. Ryou slid the back door open and she hopped in.
"What're wearing a coat for in this weather?" Leiko asked, turning around in her seat as Seto pulled away. "It's gotta be like… 80 degrees out…"
Tikaru simply shrugged, obviously not wanting to talk about it. "No reason… I just felt like it…." Then she was silent, staring out the window. Leiko and Ryou gave each other glances, but simply let it go after a few moments. Maybe she's coming down with a cold or something… Leiko thought to herself as Seto pulled back onto the highway. Yeah… That's probably it… Just a summer cold of some kind…
She contemplated this as the drive continued, seeming to take hours out of her life as she stared out the window, chin in the palm of her hand. Glancing a few times at Tikaru in the rearview mirror, she began to wonder if it was something else. Focusing her attention back on the passing light poles to the side of the road, Leiko felt her eyes growing heavy as these thoughts plagued her mind.
Seto glanced at Leiko seeing that she had fallen asleep, her head against the window, and then looked at Tikaru in the rearview mirror. He could tell that something was up with her, and knew that Leiko was worried. And, as much as he hated to admit it, he was slightly worried as well. Usually at this time of night, the girl would be bouncing off the walls, talking 100 miles per minute. But, tonight, she sat silently, staring out the window, or examining the toes of her shoes. It was definitely odd. After a few moments, he focused back on the road, his brows furrowed in contemplation. What could have happened to make this girl so quiet?
He pulled into the driveway and everyone piled out everyone taking in the instruments and equipment. Seto stayed seating, turning his head slightly and looking at the still sleeping Leiko. Why the hell am I getting so worked up? It's nothing to worry about… She'll probably be herself tomorrow. He thought, trying to convince himself as he reached over and nudged Leiko, probing her to wake up. She groaned and turned away, smushing her face up against the car window. He held back a chuckle as he turned off the car and got out, walking around to the other side, removing Leiko from her seat carefully as she continued to sleep.
"Hey, Tikaru. Wanna play?" Yuugi asked as he took his normal position infront of the TV. It was a wonder how anyone ever got to watch TV in that house, seeing as how the runt was on it 24/7.
Tikaru sighed heavily, not removing her jacket and began heading upstairs. "Nah. Not tonight. Thanks anyways…." Then she disappeared, leaving behind a silent living room. Had she just said what they though she said?
Seto entered through the doorway, carefully carrying Leiko, but stopped when he saw the group of the three silent boys. He gave Ryou a look that said 'What the Hell?', but Yuugi was the one to answer his silent question. Although, not directly.
"Did she just say… No… To video games?" He asked in a dazed and confused manner.
"I believe she did…" Ryou replied.
Yami was the first to snap out of the stupor. "It's probably for the better." He said crossing his arms and glancing at the stupefied boy on the floor. "Seeing how much you mess with that contraption, aibou, I think of it more as a disease than a means of entertainment."
"What are you saying? Video games is what keeps me off of drugs and stuff!" Yuugi stated matter-of-factly, patting the Playstation.
Here is comes.
"No… It doesn't matter if you had that thing…" Yami said, his tone matching that of his aibou's as he crossed his arms. "Because then I would be keeping you off the drugs."
Seto and Ryou both, surprisingly, heaved a sigh. They both found it unbelievably hard to live with those two. They bickered continually and the reason they were ever at peace was because of the fact that they were both… how should I put this..? Bluntly, then? Gay. They would squabble and fight and then… somewhere inbetween then and the next day (a/n: nudge nudge XD), they would make up, acting as though it never happened.
"Yeah, well, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't even be here!" Yami growled through gritted teeth, beginning to loose his temper as he glared at the shorter, very similar looking, boy.
"Right! Like you would have just left me on the streets!" Yuugi shouted, gaining advantage of the argument.
"Please, you two. Take it upstairs if you must…" Ryou said, rubbing his temples, feeling a very strong and painful headache coming on. The two boys glared at him and he immediately regretted saying anything.
"RYOU! TELL HIM THAT I'M RIGHT! I mean, if it wasn't for my video games I'd be some teenage crack dealer! Right?"
"I uh…"
"You would not. All that box is doing is taking away your common sense. Right, Ryou?"
"Erm…"
"Both of you… Shut up or go upstairs… Those are your choices…" Seto said, towering over both of them with an angry glare. Yuugi huffed and glared at his Yami, receiving one in return and stormed upstairs without another word. Yami, on the other hand, wasn't done. "Hey! I'm not finished with you yet!" Yami shouted, following his aibou quickly.
Ryou sighed, and covered his face with his hands. Sure it was great living with so many friends, but it was stressful at the same time. "Thanks for that Set-" He stopped speaking after realizing that Seto had gone upstairs only moments after the two bickering buffoons, most likely to take Leiko upstairs and put her in bed. He stared at the clock, it seeming to be his only companion for the time being, seeing as he was left alone in the room. It's only 9:30… He thought to himself. As if he needed to address the time in his mind. Sighing once more, he grabbed the remote from its perch on the side table and turned on the TV, surfing around for something to watch.
-Upstairs with Leiko and Seto-
After entering their room and closing the door, Seto walked over to Leiko's dinky twin sized bed, and bent down, laying her down after pulling back the covers. As he went to straighten himself up, he found that she still grasped the front of his t-shirt tightly in the grip only used during her sleep. He had learned from past experience that letting her latch herself onto a part of your body before she fell asleep wasn't the best of ideas. (a/n: if ya'll are thinking what I think you're thinking… GROW UP YOU PERVS!)
He sighed heavily, furrowing his brows, trying to think of a way to relieve her hold so he could return downstairs. It was only 9:30 after all, and, being used to his old sleeping patterns at Kaiba Corp., He didn't go to bed until late into the night… er.. morning… Whatever. First he tried prying her fingers off with his own bare hands. Failure. Then he, heaven forbid, tried to tickle her. Failed. Waking her up? He knew that wasn't going to happen so he didn't even try. Then it hit him. How could he be so stupid? Honestly, he hadn't even noticed something so obvious that a 1st grader could have figured it out. Carefully, he began to slip out of his t-shirt, ready to let her keep it if it would get him out of the situation. With only one arm left to go, he sighed, thinking he was finally free. Wrong. At the last moment, Leiko flopped onto her side, releasing her hold on the shirt and grabbing his free wrist.
"Damn it all…" He grumbled under his breath. "What the hell am I supposed to do now?" He asked himself, holding his limp shirt in his right hand. If anyone else had been in the room, this would have been even more embarrassing than it already was with just him and the sleeping deathtrap on the bed. He stared down at the girl and heaved a sigh. "Leiko… I need you let go of me…"
"Mmm… No…"
Amazingly, she had heard him. Either that or she was talking in her sleep.
"Leiko. Let go…" He tugged his arm gently, in hopes of loosening the hands that were beginning to cut off his circulation.
"Uh uh…" She mumbled. Then she pulled, for some odd reason, and he fell forward, hitting his head on the wall and laying sprawled out beside the sleeping girl.
He held his forehead that was throbbing in absolute pain and groaned. Whatever the hell was wrong with the girl was probably a disease all in its own class.
Here he was, laying on a dinky little bed that hardly fit one person, let alone two, in his slacks with no shirt on, and a throbbing headache. He sat up slowly, leaning on one elbow and stared at Leiko, her back to him. Her locks of black hair fanned out around her, leaving the delicate nape of her neck exposed. He resisted whatever temptations were fuming inside of him and then leaned over, blowing gently into her ear, knowing her weak spots exactly by heart. A shudder flew up her body and she giggled quietly before loosening her death grip on his wrist. Then she rolled over before he got up and stared up at him with half-lidded eyes through her long eyelashes. They looked at each other for a moment in silence before Leiko spoke.
"Hey." She said simply, having a slight idea of what might have happened.
He simply shook his head and sat up fully, examining his now fingerprinted wrist as he rotated himself on the bed so his back was against the wall, his legs crossed. He looked over and gave her a small glare and she laughed. "Sorry 'bout that…." She said, taking his hand in hers to get a better look at it. "You'll be fine!" She said, giggling once more and patting him on the back. "Some ice and a bit of Advil will clear that right up!"
He stared at her as she laughed, her eyes closed, her hair bouncing slightly as she moved to get up. "I'll go get you some. Wait here." As she scooted closer to the edge, Seto quickly reached out, wrapping his hand around her wrist and her waist, pulling her into his lap.
"I'm fine just like this…."
FIN - For now...
Hey... Seto DOES have a sweet side yanno... so know flaming cause he seems OOC.. I mean... Have you guys EVER seen his nice side? Once or twice? Me too! So there! Who's to say he's not like that since he doesn't show his nice self much? n.n You all know i have a point!
ALL DONE! HURRAH! I guess that was a little tiny cliffy… what's wrong with Tikaru-chan? Will we ever know? -insert dramatic music- XD
You'll have to tune in to the next exciting installment of 'Tears of An Angel' ! n.n Until next time, Leiko - out!