Author's Note: Teehee- thanks to all the 'demanding' reviews. Frankly- they were the best ones yet. I honestly was a bit guilty for leaving the story off in a bad note, so for the sake of our beloved characters and you readers, here's a better off chapter, hopefully happier too. Hope you enjoy beloveds!

Never Meant

I opened my eyes.

The darkness that once covered me was now replaced with this overwhelming radiance.

Oh for love's sake, won't someone turn off the light? It's way too bright-

..bright?

My eyes in focus came back to reality and faced the ceiling of a certain room. Everything surrounding me was clear white and I wondered where the hell I was. After a few blinks I struggled to move and once I actually sat up from my position, I realized I was lying on a bed with unbelievable wires traveling throughout my body. I almost screamed at the patches on my wrist, my arms looking pale and fragile. I glanced up and down from my feet to chest, appalled at the sudden elongated body. My fingers barely moved and with my weak hands I touched myself, toes to knees, chest to collared bones and came to the obvious realization that I was-

Alive.

Why was I still here?

Why was I still alive?

Did I not stab myself deep enough? Were cupids cursed to live let alone immortally?

In a loud clash the door flung open in the corner of my eyes and came in two tall men bickering. They didn't notice me awake since the two were so busy in their heated argument. One voice I recognized even if my vision weren't so clear-

Seto Kaiba was one of the men, pungently swearing as most professionally as he was.

"Kaiba-san, I can not inform you enough, we have no information on this man!"

"What do you mean no information? Does he not have any relatives? Address? Name?"

"With all due respect, you're the man that brought him do this hospital! You found him!"

"When I woke up from my sleep, doctor," I heard him growl. "He was there, beside me, on my bed- half dead."

A painful migraine shot through me, and I let out a painful moan in immediate response, finally catching both the doctor's and Seto's attention. The doctor ran up to me and without any words examined my temperature, eyes, and mouth. I saw that Seto stood beside me and watched irately, rather unsatisfied.

"What's wrong with him?" I heard his low voice grunt, questioning the doctor about my health.

"He's fine. He's been fine," The doctor glanced up at Seto. "There was nothing wrong with him Kaiba-san. He's freed to go."

"You know what? Fine." Seto spat. "Leave so I can talk to him."

The doctor lightly bowed and left, leaving me alone with Seto in the awkwardness.

I had no idea what was happening!

If he were to ask me anything I would have no proper answer for him!

"Who are you?"

See! Such answers were oblivious to me!

I looked at his eyes, the deep ocean's blue staring, no- glaring right down into mine in frustration. Ah- for cupid's sake, give me a name, any kind of name- something traditionally Japanese.

"K-Katsuya," I stuttered. "Jounouchi! Katsuya Jounouchi."

Great. It was a great name.

"You don't look Japanese. Where are you from?"

His voice remained cold, bitter in spitting his words.

"I most c-certainly am. Where am I?"

"How the hell did you get into my house?"

He ignored me most professionally, his authority and ego crossing the roof of this building.

"I don't know what you're talking about."
I played stupid- there was nothing he can do to a patient. (If he had the conscious that is)

"Let's get this straight, Jounouchi," Ah- the way my 'name' rolls off his tongue was eccentric. "You manage to pass my row of securities, let alone my cameras, somehow sneak into my mansion without my maids even hearing your steps, escape my brother's brilliant eyes, and finally sleep right beside me through the night."

"I don't remember." I whispered, a strong accord of guilt piercing through me.

"I could have you arrested, kid."

"No! Wait- look, I honestly don't remember. I just know that I-I'm an orphan and that my name happens to be Katsuya Jounouchi. I don't know how I got in your house, I don't know how I ended up here, and I wish I could tell you- but I just don't know!"

With a frustrated growl I watched Seto rub his temples, collecting his brows in serious contemplation.

He was taller than I thought.

His body was lean, carefully built in probable tight muscles of his flesh, all silhouetted well in his perfect fitting pants under his black coat. He looked good as just as I remembered- handsome and forbidden.

With some courage I spoke out to break the tense silence.

"How long was I out?"

"Four days."

"Why did you bring me here? Like you said, you could've just had me arrested-"

"You were unconscious."

"W-Was I bleeding?"

"Do you see any wounds?"

I swallowed an accusation and remained quiet. After all, I was under his care and I had nothing to complain about.

"Would you- Would you do me a favor? I know you've done so much for me already but, just, I was wondering if," I started to beg and his eyes glared indifferently. "if you would let me ..stay with you for a while."

I watched as his eyebrow delicately rise, slightly changing his view to see me.

"As the doctor mentioned, if I am freed to go, I would have no where to go and frankly- since you've already taken care of me and all- and I just need some where to go and I promise I won't be a bother, it'll just be temporary and I can be completely reasonable-"

"Stop." His voice was firm and I lightly squinted my eyes in rejection. There was a sharp sigh beside me and I watched him, watching me.

"How can I trust you, Katsuya Jounouchi?"

Seto's eyes looked gentler, as soft as the view he would only show Mokuba- the bare nakedness of the true reflection of his bittersweet soul, all were presented to me in that one question.

At a moment's notice I was ready to scream; confess and shout, tell him I love him! That I was merely infatuated by his presence, his being! I was struck with yearning and desperation for any form of connection with him. I was dying for his acceptance and here I was- back from the dead only because my heart fully knew what I desired ever so badly was not granted! I wanted Seto Kaiba more than anyone, anything on this universe.

I closed my eyes and without any consent, a tear drop fell to my cheek.

Such sweet sorrow that I felt at this moment; either way dead or alive, Seto would not want me.

It was suddenly then I felt a gentle hand on my head.

Almost like the warm anointing I had back in the procreation days, before I was even sent to the human earth. It was a sense of recognition and approval; allowing me to be the being I always wanted to be- the god of Love. The oil would soak through my hair and travel through the temples and cheeks of my face, reaching to the neck slowly and finally linger peacefully on my collared bones. It was soothing and it immediately healed me.

What I not expected was the tough ruffle that followed afterwards. The heavy hand on my head moved rapidly, shuffling the locks of my hair into an awkward form of skin-ship.

I immediately looked up towards the man responsible and there was Seto, looking over me with an indifferent look.

"You any good with kids?"

My mouth dropped in response and watched as Seto lightly smirk. This attractive, insulting look- ugh.

"I-I don't know."

"What do you know? I would keep you if you proved to be a little more than useless."

"I'm great with kids! I love them- adore them!"

He scoffed and removed his warm hand from my head, checking his titanium watch deftly.

"Get ready to leave. I have to pick up Mokuba."

I almost screamed. I was so close to jumping up and down on this uncomfortable bed and kissing Seto all somehow simultaneously.

But thankfully the look Seto was giving me was apathetic enough to compress my glee, my utter excitement into the right limit. I slowly got off the bed and walked over to the door that read, 'restroom'.

I closed the door quietly and from there I silently danced, shouted in mute, jumped up and down in these dangerous, slippery slippers. In a quick glance I stole a look from a reflection and realized that the mirror was reflecting me.

From what I remembered (and thankfully I remembered all the cupid-ways), I was supposed to be a blond, human-age of five (knowledge of an immortal, mind you) and physically look like an infant.

Now, I was this tall, lean late-teenager who clearly didn't look Japanese with such European features of pale skin and deep dug-in eyes, (not exactly hazel but brown in iris) tall nose and rosy lips. I was strikingly good looking and heaven of gods, they done it again; they made me the most handsome guy on earth.

I gleefully smiled and jokingly flipped my shoulder-length locks to the side, enjoying the human body in awe.

So if my calculations are correct, I was no longer a god and through the death of an immortal, I became a man, destined to die in unknown number of years.

Ah- Love was once again the irony.

Once I had nothing to live for, I was to live forever. Now I had something to live for, I was to die someday.

But one of the most absurd, preposterous things about love is-

I don't care.

As long as I was here, as a tangible human Seto can see, hear, and feel- this was the only reason why I was alive here and now.

I took pride in my stubbornness and obstinately sworn to myself that I was to love Seto more and more with this last chance I earned as a living being. It was an honor to be sharing the same skies, the same breath with him and in forever silence- I decided to live through that, expecting my mortal death.

I exited the room to find Seto glaring at me with crossed arms, an ugly scowl over his face.

"Took you long enough." His voice was cold, but nonetheless, I was too content for anything to destroy me.

I followed him out of the hospital into an alley where his limo was parked. I remembered Seto always rode his rides behind any buildings to leave unnoticed from the public. I rode in the stretched vehicle uncomfortably and watched Seto wordlessly. Being still so unsure and confused, I lost focus and escaped reality with skill.

I didn't even know the ride came to a stop when the door suddenly opened by the driver, welcoming in the most familiar face (beside Seto)- Mokuba.

He was surprised to see me there, and I don't blame him- his older brother had every symptom of an antisocial and suddenly one day brining a handsome teen was quite the shocker.

"Who are you?"

Like brother, like brother.

I forcefully smiled at the rudeness and reached out for his hand.

"Katsuya Jounouchi. You must be Mokuba."

"Of course I'm Mokuba- are you stupid? You're not too bright are you? Who doesn't know that I'm the­ Seto Kaiba's younger sibling?"

I swallowed and subconsciously wept in the mind. I guess I had nothing to say because for one: Seto hasn't introduced himself to me yet. Two: I knew their private characteristics but for now I have to act like this is my first meeting and third: I had to play this idiot amongst the two ingenious, egotistical brothers in the world.

I let out a heavy sigh and spoke.

"Who's Seto Kaiba?"

I notice Mokuba's mouth literally drop to the floor and a blink of light altering Seto's eyes slightly- but not quite. His eyebrow rose again, ever so delicately.

"Y-You don't know who Seto Kaiba is?"

"No, I do not."

I answered skillfully, realizing this lie was actually the truth.

"The teenage multi-millionaire? The CEO of SK company? The smartest man on earth?"

"Is he an actor too?"

Finally then Mokuba bellowed out laughter, giggling at my accusation and holding his stomach in joy.

"You're so funny! Jounouchi- Jou, are you a friend of Seto?"

I smiled in response, just lightly glancing at Seto in hint but by then he was already looking out the window of the limo.

The entire ride then was between Mokuba and I, explaining his brother's 'status' in the world. He explained a few information about himself (again, he's a smart kid) and went back to praising his brother's achievements.

He was sweet and never once asked me anything about me too uncomfortable for me to share. Once the barrier was over and done with, he was a considerate, sweet boy.

The mansion I honestly was too familiar with stood in front of me as we got off the limo. Mokuba expected me to exclaim in awe and I did not fail in giving the best appalled face ever. He led me through the manor explaining the library, theatre, pool, arcade, study, kitchen, bathrooms, and finally the guestroom where I would stay.

Everything as happening delightfully fast and I knew I would've given away anything to be at the state that I was. I decided to wash and rest, opening the vast closet filled with clothes that looked similarly to Seto's. A rush of his cologne came deliciously on my senses as I grabbed a navy sweater and I soon decided to wear that over a light pair of jeans.

After a few moments, there was a gentle knock on my door and I immediately rushed over to answer. When I opened the door, Seto in all his glory stood facing me, lightly leaning against the door I was holding open with a slight smirk on his.

"I see you found the closet." He commented and luckily he didn't disapprove.

"Your observations don't fail you, do they?" I replied deftly, watching his eyebrow rise.

"Are you not going to let me in?"

"Oh, sorry."

I quickly rushed over and watched as the taller figure entered, walking elegantly across the carpeted floor to the bed, taking a sit over the edge of the mattress in a delicate poise. He was the walking example of beauty- I didn't know how long I could possibly stand it.

"Well?" I began, trying to look the opposite direction before I-

Before I hovered all over him on the damn bed.

"Are you feeling any better?"

"I most definitely am- all thanks to you S-Seto."

"Good," His voice slowly sinking. "Very well."

"Is something the matter?"

I finally turned around, looking deeply into his sapphire eyes across the grand room, carefully approaching him to hear his voice a bit clearer.

"I just wanted to know, Katsuya Jounouchi," He spoke slowly. "The truth."

"I-I," My heart began to beat fast. "I don't know what you're talking about S-Seto."

"The truth about your existence. How the hell did you end up in here in the first place? How did you find me? Are you threatening me? Is it money? Revenge?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

To listen to the love of your being, speak to you in such manner- accusing you of these unreasonable symptoms of hatred and wrath, other than the beautiful love and honor you want to shower them with.

He looked at me in sincerity.

He really thought of me as a potential threat, out here- living in this world to kill him, ruin him.

I didn't know how to express. I didn't know at all. My job was only to shoot an arrow on the behind of a stupid human and make them fall in love instantly. But now, my arrow was no longer with me- and the stupid human ultimately became me.

What happened to the good old days when saying 'I love you' was enough. When confessing the truth was sufficient for any happiness- what really happened to those days?

I decided not to look away before I raise any more suspicion- and carefully I sat on the floor only a few steps away from Seto. I looked at him in the eyes, to let him know I also was completely serious and solemn.

Then I smiled.

"The truth is, Seto Kaiba," I laughed. "I am an angel sent from your personal heaven. I'm here to love you more than any other being on earth."

Author's Note: Okay, turns out I'm going to need a Beginning, Middle, and an End. So the fic will be divided into the three possible chapters. Ah- things are happening way-too-fast, but any other details would've been the same as any of the stupid fillers to waste the time.

I thought it was important to keep Seto incredulous of Jou- because that's how I imagine him to be. Someone very dubious, yet naïve.

This chapter was actually very difficult to write. In the sense that Jounouchi already knows Seto in the ways Seto can't even imagine, then enter the 'reality' and magically, this is somehow the first encounter they ever had. I felt very frustrated (especially because I write in Jou's pov) and wanted to seriously scream "I LOVE YOU IDIOT!" But we all know it's not as simple as that.

So I plan on writing in Seto's pov next chapter, but we'll have to see. (and if you disagree, let me know)

Special note to rubisora18117 (the one person that told me to actually leave the oneshot as it is), I'm sorry I disobeyed, following the majority- but I'm afraid I felt pretty darn guilty killing off my favorite character. And yes- I'm actually quite familiar with the Greek mythology and of Psyche and Eros. (it's my favorite myth) But thank you anyway and don't worry, I think Eros is pretty darn attractive as well.

Anyways- thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed. And I assure you- it is not finished! (what do you know, it's multi-chapter-ed) Review me comments/questions/etc. Thank you!