Secrets are so hesitant, promises are so fragile, tears are so afraid, and pain is so alone.
Amnesia"ugh…"
The first thing he saw was the sunshine. He light shined through the window, onto Seto's body, as it gave it extra warmth.
Seto's eyes were still closed, still lost in dreams.
Jou slipped out silently, reaching for the bathroom door. His waist had great pain every time he moved his left leg.
Shooosh-
The faucet turned on, with glistening, cold water bursting out.
A gentle moan, then some footsteps, and a light touch.
"morning." Jou smiled.
"morning, pup." He whispered.
Jou turned around, just to see him better.
"was that your first?" Seto teased.
"shut up."
Seto kissed him lightly, whispering again, "I'm happy I'm first."
Jou kissed back, "and my last."
Seto gave a smirk as he caressed him in his arms.
Do you believe in love at first sight?
Do you believe in pain in love at first sight?
I just call it, bittersweet.
"Thanks Yugi. But I think I'll do good alone now."
"Are you sure? You don't need me walking-"
"come on, Yami's waiting for you. You treat me like I'm 4." Jou managed to put on a short smile.
"No, it's just-"
"please."
He held his closest friend's hand closely to his chest. "…please."
"…just be careful."
"hah. Okay, I'll call you."
"yea, bye Jou. And chin's up."
"thanks."
He gave Yugi a short kiss on his forehead.
Just to show how much he thanked him, just to show him how he would've gotten nowhere without him.
Just to remind him, how he can forget the other guy…because of Yugi.
Walking alone…being alone was actually his favorite thing to do.
To stay alone, to be out in the dark…
Just so no one would see him cry, just so he can hear himself cry..desperately.
Honk-
Just to only hear himself, just to be lost in his pain.
Honk- Honk
Just to see himself try, try to lose it all.
Just to see him die.
"JOU! No, Jou, my god. Please-no."
"it's my fault. All my fault, I killed him, I-"
"shh, Yugi, no, no, it isn't…shhh-"
"Shit, shit, shit. FUCK. Fucking jou, no…damn"
"I'm fucking out."
With a box of cigarettes Bakura walked out, tired of tears, tired of blood.
Both Ryou and Yugi held close, crying, weeping for their friend.
Yugi and Honda just sighed, sighed, silently praying.
What is lost? What is gone? What vanished?
…and what stayed?