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Chapter 6
Yugi turned his head slightly to the left, glancing carefully at the spirit sleeping by his side. Ever so carefully, he eased his body out of the arms wrapped around him, holding his breath as Atemu stirred. The former pharaoh mumbled lightly in his sleep, before turning over with a sigh. Yugi gently opened the bedroom door and tiptoed quietly down the hall to the living room. Lifting the cordless phone from the cradle, he eased himself down onto the couch, dialing a number from memory.
Come on, pick up the phone, the tri-color haired hikari thought, nervously biting his lip. You've got to be there!
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The phone rang shrilly, startling the ebony haired youth out of his sleep. With a groan, he sat up, his little back paining him from spending the night on the floor. He stood and stretched his body, and carefully stepping over the larger form that still lay sleeping on the floor, he picked up the ringing cell phone.
"Hello?" Mokuba whispered, making his way over to the large bed and sitting on the edge.
"Mokuba, it's Yugi," the voice on the other end replied. "Is Seto there?"
Mokuba shook his head as he replied. "He's sleeping, Yugi. I'm not waking him up, either, so don't ask. Is there something I can help you with?"
Yugi hesitated slightly before responding. "Mokuba, um, Jou-" he paused before continuing. "Jou's here at my house. I think Seto should know."
Mokuba jumped up excitedly. "Jou's at your place?" he exclaimed loudly, before slapping his hand over his mouth and glancing down at Seto, who sat up with a groan, rubbing his head.
Seto looked around, slightly confused at his surroundings. What in the hell am I doing on the damned floor? And why do I have scratch marks all over my arms? He wondered. He stretched his long legs and arched his back, trying to work out the kinks, before lifting a quizzical eyebrow at Mokuba, who bit his lip and turned back to the phone.
"Yugi, I'll call you later," he said nervously. "And I will relay the message to Seto." He clicked the phone off, placing it back on the nightstand.
"Morning, big brother," he smiled. "It's a beautiful day, no?"
Seto knit his brow and scowled at his brother. "Mokie, what the hell am I doing on the floor?" he growled. "Why am I bruised? And why can't I remember a damned thing past, oh, say nine o'clock last night?"
Mokuba chewed on the inside of his cheek. "Seto, um, well," he stammered.
Seto glared at him, folding his arms across his chest. "Yes?" he said lazily. "I'm waiting, Mokuba."
Mokuba took a deep breath. "Well, you're on the floor because you had some kind of nervous breakdown last night and I had to call the doctor and he gave you some kind of drug or something that made you sleep and you had a really bad nightmare and you jumped out of bed but I was able to calm you down but the drug made you really sleepy and you kind of fell back to sleep on the floor so I made you a bed, and well now you're awake," he blurted out, not pausing for air. He gasped, drawing in another deep breath. "And that's the whole story, nii-san. That's the whole reason you're on the floor."
Seto stared at Mokuba, amazed at the endurance of his brother's lungs. His brain began filtering through the words that Mokuba had just poured into his ears, and a few phrases began to pop out.
"Nervous breakdown?" he muttered. "Drugged me? Mokie, tell me again what happened." He held his hand up as Mokuba drew in another huge breath. "Tell me at normal human speed, please," he said, folding his arms again. "The last thing I can recall is that you – you were mad at me. I don't remember anything after that."
Mokuba ran his hand through his shaggy hair. "Seto, I don't really know what happened," he said quietly. "I was furious with you, onii-chan. I left the study for my own room, and I suddenly heard you screaming, screaming so loud, Seto." His voice dropped to a whisper. "I ran to the study, and you were kneeling on the floor. You looked like you were in so much pain. You were – I thought you were dying, big brother." His eyes misted, and he bit his lower lip.
"I ran over to you and grabbed your shoulders," he continued in the same frightened whisper. "You – you looked up at me, and I saw the depths of hell in your eyes, Seto. Then you just collapsed. I was so scared. I ran and called the doctor, and when he got there, you were saying things, Seto, things I couldn't understand. The doctor tried to lift you, carry you to your bed, but you kept lashing out at him. You wouldn't let him touch you, and then you started clawing at yourself, tearing at your arms, your face. The doctor finally had to inject you with something to calm you down."
Seto stared at his brother, his mouth open in amazement. Well, I guess that explains the scratches. What the hell happened to me? He wondered.
Mokuba sighed. "You were really out of it, Seto," he said. "After the doctor left, you had some kind of nightmare or something. I tried to calm you down, but you really freaked out, big brother. You jumped from the bed and ran from me into the corner of the room. I wanted to help you, but you were so scared. You kept begging for forgiveness, kept asking us to forgive you, that it wasn't your fault. You kept saying over and over how much you loved us."
Seto arched an eyebrow. "Us?" he asked.
Mokuba nodded, biting his lower lip. "Me and Jou," he said quietly. "You kept begging Jou to forgive you, that you loved him." Seto jumped slightly before composing himself again.
"I finally was able to calm you down," Mokuba continued. "Just before you fell asleep, you said something to me, Seto. You don't remember what it was, do you?"
Seto shook his head. "Mokie, I don't remember anything," he said quietly.
Mokuba climbed off the bed and knelt next to his brother. He took Seto's hand in his own and looked into his confusion-filled blue eyes. "You said 'I'm going to make it right, Mokie. I'm going to get him back, I promise.'" He said softly.
Seto stared at him. "I said that?" he said, his eyes clouding.
Mokuba nodded. "You did," he said fiercely. "Do it, Seto. Get Jou back and make it right." He wrapped an arm around Seto's waist, helping his brother to his feet.
Seto swayed slightly, fighting a wave of dizziness. He grabbed the back of his desk chair for support, and looked at it, a half-remembered memory flitting through his mind. Didn't I leave my trench coat here? He thought, his brow furrowing slightly. I could swear I tossed it on the back of this chair. Ah, no matter.
He looked down at his brother, his lips curling into a frown. "Mokuba, I don't know how to get Jou back," he said. "I don't even know where he is."
Mokuba's eyes glittered. "Don't worry about that, nii-san," he said, almost cheerfully. "I know exactly where he is. It's time to keep your promise, big brother."
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Seto leaned back in the seat of his limo, listening to the quiet hum of the wheels as they raced across the city. His brow creased as thoughts raced unbidden across his mind, a thousand different scenarios of his confrontation with Jou playing through his thoughts.
What if Jou decides he really DOESN'T want anything to do with me? What if he slams the door in my face? What if…"What if you stop driving yourself crazy?" Seto muttered to himself, closing his eyes. "A million things could happen, you fool. Stop trying to imagine each and every one."
His eyes snapped open as he felt the limo begin to slow, before coming to a complete halt.
"We've arrived at our destination, sir," the driver said over the intercom. "Shall I wait for you?"
Seto's heart began to pound as he opened the door. "Yes, please do," he said. "I may return in a few moments." God, I hope not.
He self-consciously smoothed the fabric of his second-best trench coat, ridding it of any imaginary wrinkles, before striding up the walkway of the house before him. He stood in front of the door, paralyzed.
Ring the doorbell, you dolt! He commanded himself, but his body refused to obey.
The sound of laughter from inside the house broke his paralysis, and biting his lip, he rang the doorbell with a shaking finger. Stepping back, he crossed his arms, a million prayers running through his mind.
God, please let him forgive me. Please let him see that I really am sorry, and how much I need him. Please, let him see how much I love him. Just give him back to me, and I'll do anything – I swear it.
The door began to swing open, and Seto composed his face into a semi-smile, preparing his speech for either Atemu or Yugi, whomever opened the door. However, he was unprepared for the sight of the person who stood before him as the door swung fully open.
His heart began to beat wildly at the sight of Jou standing before him. He stared at the bed-tossed golden hair, his eyes straying down his lover's lithe body, before settling on the caramel eyes that widened in shock at the sight of him. He watched Jou clutch a hand to his chest, heard the single word that he breathed.
"Seto…"
Seto ran his hand through his hair and licked his lips nervously.
"Can we talk?" he asked quietly, taking a step forward...
A/N: Well? Not much to say on this chapter. Sorry it's short! Hope this chapter wasn't too sucky. Think Seto and Jou are going to get back together? Or will they reject each other? Stay tuned!