Well, all thoughts of graduating are swirling through my hed

That and we just finished our finals

I got 100's on 2/5 of them (going for 3/5 as I havnt seen but 2 of them)

And im also getting ready to go to GERMANY!

YAY

Darkness. Emptiness. Loneliness. Should I wake up? Why should I even bother? So alone. So very alone…

These were thoughts churning in his mind as he slept a deep, but not so peaceful sleep. He lay in Seto's chambers with everyone gathered around him.

Mahado checked his pulse and felt his forehead. "He should be all right. This is a trauma induced sleep, so it is only up to Joey when he wants to wake up, if at all."

Seto balled his hand into a fist. "Don't say that, Mahado. Joey knows we care about him. He has to wake up sometime." Then he turned to Joey and took his hand. "Please wake up, Joey. I can't bear to see you like this."

Shada had not been paying much attention to Seto, but instead studied on Mahado's comments. "Seto?"

"Yes? What is it, Shada?"

"I've been thinking. With all of the trauma Joey has been through, even if he wakes up, do you think his mind can handle his memories of all of us?"

"What are you saying?" Seto asked.

"What I am saying is… what if does not remember us? What is all of this trauma erased his memories of the past years he's been with us. How do you think-"

Shada was cut off by the wave of Seto's hand. "Please," he implored, "speak no more of it. I need to be alone."

"Of course. Come, everyone. Let us leave those two be for now." Yami declared as he began to walk out of the room.

Hours after everyone had gone, Seto still spoke warm and gentle words to Joey, all the while still holding his hand. "Joey, no matter what happens, I won't leave your side until you wake up. I have waited three days now, and I don't plan on giving up. There are people who care about you here. I care about you. Just open your eyes and sit up and we can have our lives back. It won't be just like before, but we can help you. Joey if you would wake up now, there is not a thing in the world I wouldn't do for you."

He sighed. He knew very well Joey wouldn't wake up. Tristan's death was far too much for him. Seto's mind wandered off into better times, when they were back in Thebes underneath the stars. He began to sing.

"Goodnight, my someone,

Goodnight, my love,

Sleep tight, my someone,

Sleep tight my love,

Our st-"

Seto stopped in mid line as he saw something that made his stomach turn upside-down. Joey was stirring. He also began to open his eyes. "Mother?" Joey asked. It was a good assumption, seeing as how it was his mom's song but…

Seto's eyes widened. /Maybe he doesn't remember me/ he thought. "Joey! Joey, no, I'm not your mother. It's me, Seto. Please say you remember me."

"Seto?"

"Yes! Yes, you do remember! Oh, thank the gods!" Seto exclaimed as he hugged Joey tightly. He only broke away when he felt tears run down Joey's face.

Joey stood up. "I'm such an idiot. Why did I try to kill myself? I heard you speak to me. I didn't know who you were at the time, but why did you stay beside me? Why?"

"Were you not paying attention the day before you left? I said that you were the best friend I ever had, Joey. Must I repeat myself?" Seto cupped Joey's face into his hands. "Listen, I know that Tristan's death is hard for you, but I also know that the gods are not punishing you. They did not make plans for his death. They made plans for your life. Why else do we have that same premonition that refuses to leave us? It is because the gods will it to happen someday."

Joey turned his head away in disgust. He felt his anger rising. "I don't know about you, but I do think it's a punishment, Seto. The gods could have very well carried out this plan without having to let him die."

Seto spun Joey around so that their eyes met. "I know it is part of the plan because of the dream. Every day it haunted me. I took potions to suppress it, but they never worked. On the day I met you, my head was flooded with the same dream, only now, I began to sense things within them." He touched Joey's face, "I could feel the touch of your tender skin." He stared with great intensity into Joey's eyes. "I could see your soul through those honey colored eyes." He rested his head on Joey's shoulder and breathed deeply. "I could smell your robes, smothered in holy incense." He placed a hand on Joey's chest. "I could hear your heart beat. And I could taste," he kissed Joey, "your tongue, sweet from fresh dates. I could sense all of these things. And with every passing day I grew more in love. So you see, it's not a punishment, it's destiny."

Joey turned away once more in an effort to not let Seto see the blush on his face. Although it was not a blush of someone equally in love, but a blush of embarrassment and shame. "I'm sorry, but I'm not ready for that. Not now. Maybe not ever. Are you mad at me?"

Seto embraced him once again in a warm and friendly manner, not in a lustful or passionate way, and Joey noticed it. "No, of course I'm not angry with you. Say, Joey, would you like to take a small vacation away from all of these thoughts?"

"Sure, but how do I do that?"

Just then Isis walked into the room and greeted them cheerfully. "Helloo! I hear people stirring. That must mean Joey is awake now! Would you like me to…..to…..uh… should I come back later?"

The two broke away when they realized that they were still hugging each other. Then Seto spoke, trying to get her off of that subject quickly. "No, you're fine. Good timing, in fact. Joey, would you follow Isis to the bath?"

"Uwhaaa! No! No fucking way, no! I ain't taking a bath with…… with….. women. Are you insane?" Joey exclaimed.

Seto laughed out loud at the fact that Joey has never let a woman bathe him. He does it all the time. Seto was puzzled that Joey would turn down this offer. "Here. Take this." It was a towel, knowing that Joey would be utterly embarrassed for a woman to see him.

"I said 'NO'!"

"Fine. I will level with you. If you do this and don't feel 100 better, you can punch me."

"Until you're black and blue?"

"Maybe not that much, but you get the idea."

"OK, fine. I'll go."

Isis was happy to hear that, for she was growing quite impatient. "Finally! Come with me. My handmaidens and I will tend to you." Isis grabbed Joey by the arm and dragged him out of the room.

Joey was fuming at Seto's little scheme and said, "You better get a portrait of yourself, 'cause when I'm done with ya, you'll make babies cry……"

Heehee, another day with the girls…….

I'm much too mean to him…..

I'll make it up to Joey somehow…. NAH!

Oh and I never thought I'd make Kaiba say 'destiny'

/laughs so hard she cries/