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 – Joey reflects on the day and Kaiba tries to answer some questions.
Reviews - Thanking you loads for the reviews!
dragonlady222 – hoped it was long enough this time hehee! The last one was too short, but like you said, not much you can do without inspiration:)
Thanks also to: FireieGurl, Psycho Demon-Witch and ravenclaw525.
The two "things" mentioned in this chapter aren't in detail from Seto's POV, but we hear about it through Joey reflecting on the day, in case you were wondering where it all went!
Wheeler Apartment
Joey Wheeler's POV
It had been an interesting day. Interesting, but still tiring, I decided as I collapsed on the sofa when I got in. I had been sneaking around and hiding all day from Kaiba, I wanted to see his reactions but not to my face. It would have been awkward and embarrassing on both sides, so I thought about how I was going to conduct the next two steps. They would both need explanations because they were the ones that Kaiba would be stuck on and question until his brain exploded. A trait he couldn't shift, analysing and understanding everything until he knew exactly how it all went. This was frustrating but I accepted it nonetheless, everyone was slightly obsessive compulsive, some in ways more humourous than others, like in my case, always having the last word no matter how embarrassingly stupid the argument or discussion got.
I thought back to the last two attempts I had made earlier in school, it was fantastic to watch and had I had a video camera I was sure I could sell the show to a network as reality TV. Today was the first time I had ever seen Kaiba smile so much and the fact that I had caused that happiness made me want to cry with joy. I had been in an abnormally good mood all day and everyone had noticed, however I could never let slip why, so why they guessed, Yugi and I were snickering behind their backs. Not the kindest thing to do, but when your friends fused so much passion into hating the object of your affection, it was most certainly out of the question to let them in.
It was hilarious after the incident in English. The teacher had a fit when she walked in and saw the mess I made on the board. She instantly started yelling about public displays of anonymous affection and then screamed at Kaiba's admirers in the corner, warning them not to do it again. I was suppressing a massive bout of giggles when Kaiba turned and looked at me, his expression blank but his eyes laughing as much as I was trying to hold it in. He still didn't know that by one glance at his eyes I could tell a million things about him, I could tell that emotion did exist in their somewhere.
But what was even better was when I watched him find the post-its I had left around his locker, in his locker and all over the floor in front of his locker. Damn it had taken ages to write them all out, and get them all there, but it was all worth it when I saw his face. As he picked one up I wasn't worried about his reaction anymore. After the envelope this morning I was feeling confident enough that he would be alright with it. But it was different with the post-its. It had triggered something, a good something I was hoping, but a something all the same. At first he frowned at them, and then smiled slightly before frowning again and moving a hand to his eyes. I couldn't tell why that was; maybe he had a headache, was tired or was really displaying a sign of emotion. But he proceeded to pick them all up, never one to leave a mess, and left his locker in an immaculate state. But he couldn't bring himself to dispose of all of them as he crossed a bin, placing one in the pocket of his trench coat before moving on out to his car. It would make sense if he was emotionally moved by what I had left him; it was after all triggered by his little 'I'm so terrible' speech last night. I had written, messily;
Seto Kaiba is a someone.
On every single damned post-it! You can bet that my hand killed after that, and still twinged a little now when I moved it.
But the best bit of all, had been the CD. I had been watched Kaiba like a hawk for months now and I always knew he had a CD in his briefcase that he put into his CD player in his car when he left. And he played it at a stupid volume! But that was notorious of him. But naughty me switched the CD. I was impressed with his taste in music when I did though; it was a Weezer album, one of my favourite bands. It was the album I didn't have yet so I figured while I had it I might as well copy it, moving to my computer.
As I waited for the computer to load, going very slowly, I remembered hiding behind a tree which was situated a safe distance from the car park, usually reserved for staff but Kaiba was an exception, as always! I watched, with a smile on my face, as he went through his usual routine that I had watched him go through nearly every night, placing his briefcase on the passenger seat, opening it and removing the CD before sitting properly and putting his seatbelt on. He would then proceed to put the CD in the player and turn it up full blast. I often wondered why he played it so loud, he never seemed the attention seeking type, but I could be wrong. This was Seto Kaiba, one of the more unpredictable people in the world.
But it was rather classic to see him happily put the CD in and get ready to drive away, when at full blast, through the not-so-soundproof convertible, a young girl's voice – the same one I recruited along with Yugi – said clearly, over and over and over again;
Seto Kaiba is beautiful.
It was beautiful to watch it all happen in front of me, he at first listened intently and then realised what he was doing, immediately put the roof up on his car and pulled the CD out. Wouldn't it be a great story in the papers if the press had heard that? 'Seto Kaiba, CEO, Listens To Self-Esteem Boosting CD's' – I could almost write the article and have it handed in to them tomorrow morning at 6am! It was so perfect! But the best was yet to come, I carried on watching feeling I was going to have fun…I saw as he pulled down the flap above the passenger seat and checked himself out. Like the full works, moving to see himself from different angles and even touching up his hair, before half smiling at himself and pushing it back up. It was a sight to die for and even more than ever I wished I had a video camera. I noted it in my mind and vowed to never let him live it down. It was too good an opportunity for it just to let lie!
But coming back to reality I knew what I needed to do, as I opened my e-mail account. I checked my e-mail and as usual sifted through about ten pieces of junk mail, five undoubtedly holding viruses of some sort. I opened up a new window, beginning to compose an e-mail.
I figured I would start off with what I was going to tell him somehow and then give the explanation, the thought of him trying to work it out was too much for me to handle when I was supposed to be helping him, psycho-analysing everything I sent to him was not a good way for him to start.
Half an hour later I was finished, and as I hit send I fell off the chair, curled up in a ball and slept on the floor. I had obviously felt the backlash of running around all day after two hours sleep. And it wasn't agreeing with me.
Seto Kaiba's POV
I sat at my desk, head in my hands trying to contemplate everything that had happened today. And how to get my CD back from Joey. But I wasn't in my thoughts for long as a familiar sound came from my laptop. I knew an e-mail had arrived but at eleven o'clock at night I knew it wasn't from an employee or client. It had to be a personal e-mail, either that or there was some disaster somewhere, where a phone was out of the question. Either way I was curious as I clicked my e-mail onto the screen. I was surprised to see it was from Joey, and with no subject. Growing even more curious I clicked on it. Two weeks ago I wouldn't have even considered it, anything he had to say then was worth nothing and was bound to make me even more frustrated with the way I was feeling whenever he came into my mind.
But back to the e-mail…my eyes widened as I read it, shocked out of my mind just from the first sentence, but slowly after reading the rest realisation dawned on me. It was beautiful. Poetic in places. It was beautiful that Joey Wheeler would do such a thing for me, I thought as tears began to fall, but that was the least of my worries. Maybe he really could love me, maybe I wasn't such a fool as not to love people back, but it was Joey. He loved me but I didn't love him. I didn't see how this was working. But his e-mail had still shocked me, left me dazed and in deep thought. That must be why I told my secretary to go home, grabbed my coat and left my office, the laptop still on full view, open for anyone to read the e-mail. I didn't even lock the office in my state as I quickly made my way to the car, ready to go home and deal with this there. Apparently there was one more good thing about me to come, and with forty five minutes left, I doubted any more time at the office would hurry it along. Damn Wheeler.
All the way home, Joey's words echoed in my mind…
'Seto Kaiba is a wonderful person.
But allow me to explain. I know you won't believe this Kaiba, I know right now you're racking your brains wondering how the hell I came to that conclusion, because that's the self-centred obsessive guy you are.
So I decided to make it easier on you, and give my reasons.
You are a wonderful person because you care for your brother so much, always there for him, never letting him go without or come to harm without you trying your hardest to prevent it.
You run a huge company that most of the world relies on, at our age. But that company was changed by you to make people happy, despite how terrible and sad you feel.
You are determined in every way, whether it be at school, with a business issue, duelling or even with me. You never let anything go without a fight or trying the best you can, no matter how much the odds are against you, take duelling Yugi as an example. I would say fighting with me, but lately that's not much of a challenge is it?
I really hope this helped you somehow, Kaiba, because I don't like seeing you hurting the way you do. Just wait until you find out the final good thing, eh? You're gonna have such a giggle with that I can tell you!
Well anyway, I'm so tired after today! I'll see you tomorrow.
Joey.
PS. Nice CD.
Nice CD. A typical 'Joey' touch to such an un-Joey like e-mail. But nevertheless, he wouldn't escape my thoughts. And then I found myself striving to find out the last thing.
Not only had Wheeler enabled me to become slightly obsessed with him, I was now obsessed with his game. If I wasn't driving, I was sure I would be hanging my head in shame right about now.
A/N – Another update because I felt super bad for leaving it nearly two weeks after Chapter Ten. But it would appear I have mustered up some inspiration from somewhere, probably listening to 'Fix You' over and over and listening to the Gravitation music themes. Hope you liked this one, and as usual, please review – good/bad! L. xx