A/N – This is a Seto/Joey yaoi fan fiction. If you don't like, don't read. The title of the fic and ideas are from the song 'Fix You' by Coldplay, seeing as from day one of listening to it, I found it to be so inspiring and made it easy to write a story. So have a read, maybe review! Positive and negative reviews are welcome, always open to a bit of constructive criticism. But no flames because of the pairings or just because the idea of it doesn't take to your liking, thankyou.

Disclaimer – I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, any of the characters or the song 'Fix You'. Hell if I did, I'd be rich! But I don't…Nor do I own any references to Romeo and Juliet, or any similar ideas…Mr Shakespeare does…but then his copyright may have run out by now…

Summary – Kaiba can't quite comprehend what has happened to him, in such a short space of time.

Reviews – Thankingyou all so much for the reviews, never ever imagined getting any more than 5 or something haha!

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Any writing in italics is a flashback

Kaiba Mansion

Seto Kaiba's POV

Wheeler was, embarrassingly, correct about the whole thing, I should have counted my blessings that the "event" occurred on a Friday, therefore leaving me a whole weekend to sort myself out, gain some pride back and get on as normal. It was all over with, the whole "thing" with Joey Wheeler was over with. And boy was I glad. It meant I could occupy my mind with more important things, such as Mokuba and my company and not have to worry about obsessing over that idiot and I knew he was equally as relieved, it was obvious in the way he mirrored my move.

So why was it that I have been holed up in the mansion, not eating or sleeping properly, with my mind STILL on Joey Wheeler? Wasn't it all supposed to be over now? He said it himself, we came to a deal without actually agreeing on anything.

I should've known not to trust Wheeler with a deal that hadn't been signed. See he isn't leaving me alone. He won't get out of my head, screwing with it and making me look like a love-sick hermit. I would curse the day that happened.

I wasn't in love with Joey Wheeler. I'm still not and for that I'm glad. It was merely just a little obsession that I wasn't all too ready to keep. The kiss meant nothing and it was obviously just the atmosphere, the situation we ended up in. Why I agreed to the idiot's games is beyond me, it really is, he was always going to ruin everything and I blame myself entirely for not noticing before, even when it was dancing in front of me and slapping me in the face.

"Seto?" Came a brave voice from the other side of my door. I knew it was Mokuba but I didn't feel up to talking to him.

"Seto? Please talk to me. You can't hide, I know you're there unless you've been abseiling down the mansion." He tried to joke. I had to admit it made me smile, but those jokes and quirky little comments reminded me too much of….other people. But nevertheless I couldn't ignore my little brother forever.

"Come in, Mokuba." I said, not moving from my bed. I had originally intended just to have a nap when I got back from school on Friday, but by Sunday I am still here. The laptop is on next to me, but unless I get an urgent message pop up, it's not really serving any purpose. Same as the yearbook, open on the page Wheeler was on. It was sitting there idly on my bed, clearly left by a worker. I would have to reprimand them later, if anyone was to even think that I would do that, they were truly mistaken. Truth of the matter was that I in fact did get it out, but to admit that and take the blame would bring me to a whole new level of understanding that I would rather keep at a good distance away.

"Seto, what's going on? You haven't been out all weekend. You're usually in the office by now." He sounded worried as he perched on the edge of my bed, reaching out to hold my hand.

"I'm sorry. I'm not feeling too great, Mokuba. But aren't you always telling me I should stay at home at weekends?" I managed a small smile, squeezing his hand tight as if I was clinging onto him with the only strength I had in me.

"Should I get the doctor? You haven't eaten Seto!" His eyes widened in horror at me confessing to not feeling well. It was sweet, if there was ever anyone that would make me feel that everything I was, felt or did was worthwhile, it was Mokuba.

"That won't be necessary. Hey, just to keep you happy, how about we go out for pizza?" I asked. He immediately brightened up. Aside from him being the most perfect thing in my life, because I loved him so much I hated to see him upset and worried after me. That was my job, to be protective over him, not the other way around. And if the only way of keeping him happy was to go against anything I was feeling, then so be it.

"Wow, really?" He asked, a grin the size of Japan smeared across his face.

I chuckled lightly and nodded to him, gesturing for him to pull me up.

He obliged and ran out of the room to get ready. Well not really ran, more like hopped, skipped and jumped his way out!

But still, even after this and planning an evening out with my brother, my mind was still on him. He wouldn't go away, wouldn't leave me alone and was brainwashing me into feeling things for him. He was supposed to fix me, he was supposed to make me alright again, not make the feelings worse!

And the more I thought of him, the more I thought of the kiss. It was a moment almost as perfect as Mokuba himself and the more I thought about it the more I realised this. It was against anything to do with what I wanted or needed or even thought, but it was perfect, a whirlwind moment. If I was being honest to myself, I should have accepted this, but hey, whoever said an idiot was never right? Because Wheeler was right, he said I needed to accept myself before I could accept others. That was yet another thought churning away in my mind, another one I had wished away but seemed stuck on a loop. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't accept myself. I was a cold, ruthless businessman who would stop at nothing to get the best of what I want. Nobody could ever like that, there were no good points to me at all. Mokuba saw the only positives things about me, and counted, they weren't many. So how the hell could Joey Wheeler possibly manage it? How did he manage to like me, maybe love me?

I couldn't stay moping around all day, I would really need to do some thinking and get the answers I so craved. I was getting a headache, probably through thinking too much, or maybe the lack of food.

Mokuba was soon running back to my room, and I had managed to wash, find some clean clothes and a suitable coat. I couldn't believe I had let myself get so like Wheeler, just over a kiss. It was pathetic, but it would end.

However it would end another day, this evening was time with Mokuba where Joey Wheeler would be banished to another place in my mind, somewhere I couldn't find it, even if I tried, until tomorrow.