OMG
I'm so sorry!
It's been 2 whole weeks!
Well, I went on my class trip and I havta write something for my graduation and I'm just all messed up so…
I'll try my best punches fist into air and hits her bed owwwwwwwwwww…….
Joey woke up at what would probably be around noon or one 'o clock. He came down and saw Seto and Mokuba eating their meal, still thinking it's breakfast time.
"Wow! What a selection! You guys eat this stuff for breakfast?" Joey asked.
"Uh, Joey? It's not breakfast. It's lunch. You missed breakfast."
"See? What did I tell you? Stay up too late and you miss breakfast." Seto retorted.
"WHAT! Why didn't you wake me up? This is so unfair!" Joey whined. If he had ears and a tail, his ears would droop and his tail would be between his legs.
"Consider it payback for sleeping with me. That was careless….."
"Yeah, Joey! And besides, Seto's bed is reserved for someone else, wink wink!" Mokuba added.
Seto slapped his brother playfully upside the head (if you could call it playful). "What did I tell you about those vulgar comments? I swear, you hang around the hand-maids too much. They spread all that gossip. It's ruining you. Now go do something productive for once and go play outside. I want some peace and quiet. You know, it makes me wonder sometimes why I even bother with you."
Mokuba gave Seto the cutest little look he could deal out. "Because you love me and you do anything for me and 'cause you're my idol?"
"Yea yea yea, I love you too. Now go play."
"OK!" Mokuba said as he scampered off outside and played with his toys and games.
Joey smiled at their little spat and wondered about his own family. /Will I ever see them again/ he sighed /Nah, prob'ly not. My life is here now. I'm sure they'd be proud of me wherever they are, here in Egypt or up in the heavens watching me./ His stomach murmured and made Joey think of different thoughts. /Oh, Gods, I'm sooooooooooo hungry. Good thing there's lunch…/
Seto sensed Joey's hunger pains (or more or less heard them) and said, "Would you like to sit down. I'm certain you are hungry. You did miss breakfast after all."
Joey sat down, broke some bread, and talked as he munched on his meal. "Oh, and whose fault would that be for not waking me? Payback my ass…"
"All right, all right. I apologize for not waking you. But that scared the living daylights out of me when I saw you. But anyway, why don't we strike up a new subject?"
"Sure. So, Seto, how did Mokuba and you get to have such a huge mansion? I mean, no offense, but there is no fucking way your little brother is Lord of all Thebes. That's impossible." Joey said with a full mouth.
Seto chuckled at Joey's remark and answered him. "Our father is Lord of Thebes. Not Mokuba. Gods forbid the day Mokuba would rule a major city. That would be damn near suicidal."
"So do you know where your father is?" Joey asked.
"I could care less."
"Why is that? Do you not like your dad or somethin'?"
"It's not that I hate him, but… Well, our mom died when Mokuba was born and after that he swallowed himself up with his work and became quite a tyrant. The Pharaoh was not partial to him either. So when he went off to fight in the war against the Atlanteans, we didn't really care that much. We liked the peaceful scenery for a change. Soon after, Yami wished for me to take on the responsibility of the Sennen Rod. So there you go. My life in a nutshell. Now you go. Where's your family?"
Joey took a deep breath to gather his thought together. He was always uneasy about his family. "Well, I was in your usual poor but happy family growing up in a remote village with my mom, my dad, and my little sister. I was 4 when Serenity was born. That's when Dad went off to join the fight in the war and left us. We did just fine, living by ourselves, our friends wanting to help. When I was almost ten, Atlantean soldiers overran our village and took away my family. I am possibly the sole survivor of my village. I wandered the desert for weeks, begging and stealing my food. One day I came across raiders with immense power in their arsenal. This is the day I discovered my gifts in its entirety, or so I think, I don't know. I killed every one of those raiders with my bare hands and it left me tired. I wandered into Memphis, passed out form hunger, and when I woke up, Tristan was by my side. At the time, he lived with an old merchant. A coupl'a months later, the old man died and we lived in the house. Then I got strange visions that compelled me to come here. That's my end of the story."
"Hmm, your story is much more interesting than mine. That's quite unusual. Anyway, are you enjoying yourself here?" Seto continued.
"Yea, I like it here. You know, you could use a little…" Joey rambled on about the interior of the house and before they knew it, they had talked about random subjects all day.
It had gotten late and Joey decided to stay up again. He liked to gather his thoughts as he gazed up at the stars. They were awe-inspiring. Dazzling. Alluring. And without even thinking about it, he began to sing.
" Goodnight, my someone,
Goodnight, my love,
Sleep tight, my someone,
Sleep tight, my love.
Our star is shining its brightest light,
For goodnight, my love, for goodnight.
Sweet dreams be yours, dear,
If dreams there be,
Sweet dreams to carry you close to me,
I wish they may, and I wish they might,
Now goodnight my someone, goodnight…"
Joey was interrupted by Seto, who was struck dumb by Joey's lovely voice and tender countenance as he gazed up at those stars with hope in his eyes. Without thinking, he sat down by Joey and asked, "Where did you learn that wonderful song?"
"Every night, when I was little, my mom sang a lullaby of our choice. She sang all sorts of tales. Of love, death, war, heroes, monsters, and many other things. She was the greatest storyteller I've ever known. That song was Serenity's favorite. I always thought it was mushy when I was a kid, but now I know why she loved it so much. It's a beautiful song."
"Can you finish it? I know you weren't finished. Please finish it. It really is a beautiful song. You must have inherited your mother's voice."
"Uh, ok. Let's see… where was I? Oh, yea!
True love can be whispered from heart to heart,
When lovers are parted, they say,
But I must depend on a wish and a star,
As long as my heart doesn't know who you are.
Sweet dreams be yours, dear,
If dreams there be,
Sweet dreams to carry you close to me,
I wish they may, and I wish they might,
Now goodnight, my someone, good night.
Goodnight, goodnight."
As Joey finished his song, he glanced down at Seto, who had fallen fast asleep on Joey's lap. For a second, Joey gazed at him, his eyes soft now, his brow not furrowed with thought, his complexion pale in the moonlight.
And with his natural attempt at ruining a fantastic mood he added in silently, "Now look who's sleepin' wit who?"
Now I feel good about myself
My lazy,
Non-writing,
Procrastinating mood
Is officially gone ()