The wedding was fine. Boring, emotional (My brother and I couldnt stop crying, it was kind of cute to watch my brother cry as Heather walked down the isle. I wish I could have seen my sister from where I was standing, she cries a lot too. My mom says our family is a bunch of overly emotional and sensitive crybabies, too true, too true. After the wedding at the reception, my sister and I were hysterical when Brian and Heather got to dance together for the first time as husband and wife. First we were sobbing then laughing uncontrolably, then again in a cycle.) Who cares?
I'll try to write again soon, I need some great motivation (like a kick in the ass)
Oh,
Computer an ass,
Internet a bitch,
My life a mess,
and my motivation a miss.
yay, my poem (thats how it is, sorry people)
Chapter 26: Crumpled on a Hot White Bed (btw, I have NO FRIGGIN MICROSOFT WORD PROGRAM ...so the / "sentance" / is past stuff like usual or thinking. Thanks, i used the quickedit whatever thing, i actually dont trust that thing but oh well, lets just see if it fixed everything that was missing or screwed it up)
Duke sighed and flopped onto his bed tiredly. He had to admit that the party was a lot better than he had expected it to be. He was glad he had gone, it was one way to get that stupid boy off his mind.
He never wanted to see Tristan again.
"I wish he'd just die.." Duke seethed flipping the picture of Tristan on its face. "We're all better off with out him.."
Really?
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"'Night guys, I'll see you all later then." Joey said as he slipped his key in the door.
"Good night Joey, see you later."
They all turned to leave, leaving Kaiba still at the door.
"What? You want to come in then?" Joey winked at him. Kaiba gave a disgruntled snort.
"No, I'm going home. I just wanted to say that I am angry at you Joseph Wheeler for embarrassing me in front of our peers."
Joey rolled his eyes. "Whatever. If you want to sleep with me, just say so. Here, I'll go call Mokuba and tell him you're not coming home tonight.."
"Damnit Wheeler-" Kaiba yelled grabbing the front of his cloak. "I'm not kidding around here!"
"Just lighten up Kaiba, it wouldn't kill ya!" Joey yelled back.
"How can I fucking "lighten up" when you cant even take our relationship seriously?! Maybe we shouldnt even be around each other, you're so damn immature!"
"Well maybe I wouldnt be so "immature" if you didnt make me feel like shit all the time."
"What?" Kaiba scoffed. "Me? What did I ever do?"
"You're so fucking rich you could use hundred dollar bills to whip the shit like me off your prissy little feet!" Joey pushed Kaiba back roughly, slamming him into the wall. "I want to impress you, make me look somewhat okay but all I can think of are stupid jokes!" Joey pushed him again. "I dont want to be some trick dog! Why wont you just like me?!"
Kaiba pushed him back. "You fucking retard! I do-"
"Hey, what's all the racket out here?!" They both turned to see a short balding man standing in a doorway a few doors down. He saw Kaiba and instantly started quivering. "I-I'm calling the cops!"
"Wait! Mr. Fieldman! Its okay, he's my.. my friend."
Mr. Fieldman eyed Kaiba closely. "Why ya fightin then?"
"Just a stupid argument."
Seeming to accept this, the short man disappeared back into the building. They watched the door for a moment to see if he'd come back out. They knew they couldn't avoid it for ever so they gave in and looked at each other.
"Hey look, I'm s-"
"Dont. Apologies are useless. Let's just forget it."
Joey nodded mutely. Kaiba turned to leave, he stuck out his arm to stop him. He reached up. "May I?"
"Not tonight."
"Please? Remember, none of this happened."
"Alright." Kaiba said giving in.
He had to admit it was calming to feel Joey's light kiss on his lips. He touched his tounge to Joey's quickly before pulling away. "Goodnight."
"'Night Prince."
"Shut up." Kaiba snarled goodnaturedly.
"Some friend." They both jumped and saw Mr. Fieldman was back with a phone. "Just incase." He said nodding to the phone. Joey laughed and opened the door to the apartment.
He took off his cloak and threw it over the couch. He was glad he had worn clothes under it, it really did get chilly with the rain.
As he was walking past the phone to the bathroom, he saw the red light flashing on the answering machine. He clicked the button.
"Friday, 8:23 PM," said the electronic woman's voice. "beep"
There was a slight pause, but he could hear rustling in the background.
" Joey? H-Hey Joey"
"Tristan?"
"Joey, it's Tristan. Yeah, you probably knew that though right."
Joey shook his head as he pulled the thin T-shirt over his head.
"Um, hey, could you tell everyone that I'm sorry... about everything. Tell Duke that I'm sorry, and that I still love him please.... Tell Ryou that I'm sorry I got him all mixed up in this.. and tell Bakura that I'm sorry for messing with Ryou behind everyone's back..."
Joey stared at the machine. Tristan's voice seemed to be getting tighter with each word.
"Joey, I dont know what to do anymore.. everything's falling apart. Everything's shit man! I cant do this anymore! I cant fucking take it!"
The time, what was the time?
11: 56
"Its all over. I just want to be dead..."
The line went quiet for a while.
"G'night.. and thanks for everything..sorry.."
Joey didnt hear the last words, he was already gone.
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"They say a fire broke out, thats why his left side was completely burned...
"The rain may have saved him.. and he was found quickly...
"It's hard to tell what damage there has been to the brain, we'll have to wait to see..
"His legs sustained a considerable amount of nerve and muscle damage, especially his left.. he may not walk again...
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When he woke up, they were there.
Joey, Yugi, Yami, Tea, Kaiba... even Ryou with Bakura and Malik. He closed his eyes. Please, he didnt want him to see him.
Yes, even he came.
He closed his eyes and let the pain in his eyes burn.
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Duke stared down at the crumpled body on the bed. Here he was, his mighty prince. His mighty prince was dying here. Hooked to machines. Machines to make him take another breath. Making him live.
Joey had told him.
"Duke, Tristan.."
"What about him?" he asked barely interested.
"He-He's dead."
He couldnt move. He couldnt breathe.
He was.. dead?
He could see the tears on Joey's face.
He could only shake his head, what else could he do?
It was true, Tristan had died but after a few minutes they got his heart to start again. They made him live again...
Why?
"He tried to kill himself...
..he left a note on my answering machine.."
He leaned down and touched Tristan's hand.
"You idiot.. are you fucking stupid?!" he screamed. Everyone turned to stare. "You fucking moron! Why the hell did you try to kill yourself you selfish prick?!"
"Duke stop!" Joey held him back.
"Are you really that dumb?!" he screamed.
"Yes.."
He didnt expect an answer, especially from him.
Tristan opened his unbandaged eye.
TBC
any returning readers, thanks for your un...dying? support and ..devotion? hehe
Thanks to all who reviewed and enjoy this overly dramatic soap opera I created from the messed up depths of my being. Ruining someone else's life always seems to make mine brighter. (grin)
this was a short excuse for a chapter (I have to re-read my whole fic to get myself started on it again... darn)