This is my 2nd chapter im writing this weekend

It appears my lazy, procrastinating self…

…and I HATE procrastinating…

…has decided to write another chapter!

So enjoy! OR ELSE!

The week went by, and Joey had the time of his life. He played games like he used to when he was but a child and he also got to know the true Seto in his mind. He didn't think much, he wasn't as stressed with what was going on in the outside world. Joey saw that Seto was that care-free child that Joey wanted to see.

But days went bye and they had to return to the palace. They said their dear good-byes to Mokuba and the other servants. When they reached the palace, an extremely warm welcome came from the council. Streamers were thrown and sprightly music was played upon their arrival. The look on the Pharaoh's face gave away the fact that he planned this little escapade of his. Apart from running an empire currently in a time of war, Yami was known to make his rule as Pharaoh a strict one, but loved to make it the least bit fun.

Seto and Joey gazed at the marvels before their eyes and all Seto could say was, "Well, this is awkward. Uh, Pharaoh? What's the meaning for this occasion?"

"This isn't your celebration, dear Seto. The world doesn't revolve around you. Now who does it revolve around?"

"You. Yes, yes, I know. You never get tired of that phrase, do you?"

"No, I don't. I shall hold onto it until the day I die. It is quite funny."

With this little spat going on between the two, they didn't notice Joey, who, up until now, was in a daze at all of the decorations. Deciding to interrupt them, he asked, "Uh, yea. Well then if the decorations aren't for him then who are they for? I can't think of anybody."

Isis hit Joey on the head and fumed. "Joey, you are so dense! Look around you. We made the decorations. So it's not for us. Only two people came back. And if the party is not for Seto, then who is it for?"

"Uuuuuuhhhhhhhh…." Joey looked about the room to see who was missing. "Rashid?"

Yami chortled at Joey's absent-mindedness. That and the smoke spewing out of the ears of his new bride. When he could control himself, he enlightened Joey of the situation. "Joey, the party is not for Rashid. It is for you. An anonymous source sent me a letter last week that said it was your birthday today."

"Really? There's only a few people who know my birthday. And the two closest to here must be… Oh man! This is so cool!" Joey exclaimed.

"You mean you know who sent the letter? Who was it Joey?" Shada inquired.

Joey panicked for a moment and brought up one of teacher's lessons. Lie. "Uh, wait, no, I don't know. I just remembered that the person I'm talkin' about was killed in the war." Whew. That was close. If Yami found out he was taught by the great Bakura and Marik themselves, he'd be French fried Joey (boiled in hot oil)!

"Oh, well, I'm sorry to hear that. But! Now is a time for celebration!" Yami went from a somber to a cheerful mood. Out of the ordinary…

Seto had the slightest smirk on his face and from the moment Joey saw that look he got very suspicious. "What's wit dat look on your face? Yer up to somethin'."

"You are right. I am. They planned this all week and I took you away so they could get it done without you noticing. You must be the nosiest person in the whole entire palace! Not only are we having this party for you, but we also have a present."

"Oooooooo, PRESENT! Gimme gimme gimme! What is it?"

Yami spoke up, trying to calm down his friend and said, "This has been the first time in three years that you have not celebrated your birthday with Tristan, yes?"

Joey nodded.

"Well, then you may take up a week's time to go visit him."

Joey nearly fainted at his Pharaoh's words. "You mean it? So what you said last week about going to see him was true after all, Seto?"

Seto smiled.

Joey danced around the room, squealing like a kid in a candy store. He hugged everyone in sight, thanking everyone at least three or four times, it depends on how many times he felt like jumping up and down.

Hours later, after the wine was poured, the food was served, after the dancing and singing, and everyone had fallen asleep, Joey sat on the balcony, gazing at the stars again. Seto came to sit beside him as usual. "Thank you. For everything I mean. I mean it, Seto. I owe you everything."

"How so?" Seto asked.

"That day at the gate, the appearance of the Pharaoh, training me… you saved my life countless amounts of times." Joey explained.

Seto spoke words Joey, and even he, thought he'd never say. "You save my life every day, Joey. You are the best friend I've ever had. You've brought out the child that I lost within me so many years ago. Y- you can ask anyone. They hav- they haven't seen me this happy in years." Seto blushed at his remark, but since it was so dark outside, and the fact that everyone had at least one glass of wine, covered up the true blush behind the mask.

"Well then, I guess we're even?" Joey jumped down off of the ledge and onto the balcony and held out his hand. "Deal?"

"Deal." Seto jumped down in suit and shook his hand.

When morning came, everyone wished Joey a safe journey and watched as he disappeared to his destination. When Joey was completely out of sight, Seto grimaced.

"What is wrong, Seto? Are you hurt?" Yami asked with the utmost concern.

"Something is out of place. I sense great sorrow ahead of us."

The sun had yet begun to set upon Joey's return back to the palace. Everyone was stunned to know that Joey had returned. It had not even been a day and yet he was permitted to stay a whole week? Something was wrong. Everyone on the Council knew it.

Joey stood like a dead man at the gates, his face pale, his eyes red from anger and tears. When Seto saw this, he darted out to Joey as fast as he could. When Joey saw that Seto was running towards him, he fell to his knees and cried out as if the world were coming to an end. When Seto reached him, Joey grabbed onto his robes for dear life and cried bitter tears into his master.

Seto didn't know what had hit him. Before he knew it, he was on the ground, holding Joey like he would hold a precious object, not to be let go from his arms. He stroked Joey's hair in an effort to comfort him. He scolded himself when he realized he was doing this with no reason why. So he asked Joey, "Joey, what happened? Are you hurt? Why are you crying? Please tell me."

Joey wailed like a widow who lost her husband in battle. "They killed him! They killed him! He didn't even get a fair trial. They just-" and with that Joey was racked with sobs once more.

By this time, everyone was gathered around the gates wondering what had caused Joey such pain.

"Please, Joey. You are not speaking clearly. Show me."

Joey placed his palm on Seto's chest and flashed him horrible memories of that morning.

Flashback

Joey walked in with his usual smile and said, "Tristan! I'm home! I made it and I'm getting so much stronger I-" then he paused.

Tristan was nowhere to be found. So Joey started looking. With his gift to see the past and present of any object he touched, he touched everything. The doors, the floors, the pots and pans, the cups and plates, the bed, the chairs, and the table, but all he could see were things like Tristan eating, sleeping and other such things.

Joey checked Tristan's shop, but it was only an empty spot where it once was.

He went back to the house and searched his powers even deeper. Now it became clear as if it were happening then and there. Someone knocked on the wall and Tristan went to see who it was. It was a man, a ragged man in need of shelter. Tristan greeted him and helped him inside. What Tristan didn't see was the weapon concealed under the man's cloak. He gave the man a meal and soon after the man left.

Joey then looked into the next day when guards stormed the house and seized Tristan by the arm. They had told him that he was charged with harboring a spy and thus had committed treason. Joey followed the memories outside to where Tristan was taken. Soon after, he was on display to the public, ready for execution. Joey cried out to the memory as if it was still real but no one heard him. Joey had to break away from the frightful images as the guard's sword had been raised high into the air, with the tip glinting in the sun.

The images filled him with rage and he lashed out, not caring if he was hurt or if anyone saw or heard him. He cried for a long time on the bed that they once slept in. once he realized it was getting late, he made the effort of seeking human comfort, namely, Seto.

End Flashback

"My life is no longer worth living. I want to end this torment." Joey said as he backed away from Seto. Joey took his knife out of his sleeve, raised it high into the air and-

Seto blocked Joey's assault on himself with the Sennen Rod, now wielding it skillfully like a dagger. He tore the knife away from Joey and held him tightly as he began to cry once more.

"You're an idiot, Joey! Why did you do that? Why would you say such a thing? I'm here to bring you guidance and light
and-" then Seto pulled Joey into a passionate kiss.

Joey didn't know why Seto did that. Was it because Seto loved him? Right now, he didn't care. He kissed Seto back just as passionately, desperately trying to fill the gap in his heart. When the two broke away from the kiss, Joey collapsed. Seto caught him and embraced him tightly and the carried Joey inside to rest his weary heart.

Oh ya! How was that?

I did about 3000 words this weekend

My heart is pure again with no thoughts of procrastination

But then again…

I HAVTA WRITE MY CLASS HISTORY!

/faints from shock/