Before anyone says anything, I made this as a special for the people on deviant-art and Wattpad, since I got ten watchers (dA), and fifteen followers (Pad). I tried to make this depressing, so yeah. They voted for it. :P I'll let you in on a secret: I'll be working on a happy Doudil, so that should be up in a week or less. I have a lot of happy Doudils up my sleeve...
Note: Song is Somebody that I Used to Know by Mayday PARADE (I keep calling them Mayday Paradise. :/). You can listen to the original however.
"Seto! Open the door!"
A sorcerer with an obviously fake smile appeared at the door, half hidden behind it."How may I help you sir?" He asked, tilting his head for emphasis. But the person who had knocked, Brice, knew what he was doing. He was toying with him.
"Seto, come on, you know why I'm here." The blonde said, shaking his head. That only made Seto tilt his head more, effectively making Brice's eye twitch with impatience.
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I have no idea what you are talking about." The hood-wearer said, talking slowly. He was doing all of this just to make Brice impatient. He knew what this did to the Australian, and that's why he was doing it. Payback, he would have called it. Karma, maybe.
"Seto, please-" The door was abruptly slammed shut in his face, his nose close to being crushed under the wood. He frowned and backed away, knowing that Seto was watching him through his window, waiting for him to drive away from the house and back to Brice's. "-I just want to talk…"
Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember
Brice was used to it. He was used to almost having his nosed crushed, he was used to sulking back to his car. He was used to sitting at his blank TV all alone, curling up into a ball to contain the tiny bit of warmth he had left in his heart. The warmth he was leaving for Seto. The warmth that would never be touched.
He was also really used to Kyle coming up to his door and knocking really loudly, so that way Brice could hear it over his sobbing.
Knock, knock, knock.
See, that was him now with his knuckle rapping, always three times. Brice got up and wiped his eyes dry, getting up to open the door. He stumbled to avoid the drawer he had put next to the stairs, which was right across from the brown door. Probably a bad decision, but Brice needed to put it somewhere, and it was the only place open. Everywhere else was covered with his art supplies, which he hadn't touched since the week before.
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over
"Hey Kyle." Brice said without even having to see the pink-haired man. He stepped away from the door and motioned his arm to let Kyle in, who took his shoes off before stepping onto the wooden planks of Brice's polished floor.
"So, how fast do you want me out of here?" Kyle asked, looking around for what felt like the hundredth time. It was probably only the twentieth, since Kyle didn't come over too much, except for the past week.
"Well, there shouldn't be much to move, so you should be gone quickly." Brice said in a quiet voice, refusing to see the man's electric blue eyes. They seemed so like his, and thinking about himself made him think about Seto, and that made his heart break even more, feeling like it was being repeatedly stabbed with the broken pieces over and over.
"Right. I'm gonna guess that you're gonna help me, right?" Kyle asked, and Brice nodded. "I got Sub waiting. My car is broken right now, and Seto doesn't have a license." Kyle told him, and the Australian just nodded. He already knew that Seto couldn't drive- he knew that since the day he met Seto.
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
"Hey Kyle…" Brice said, putting down the last box by the door as Kyle followed him. "Does Seto… You know, does he ever talk about me?" Kyle stopped putting down his last box left in a crouching position as he froze. Just from that, Brice thought he knew the answer.
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
The pink-haired man sighed and got up, but didn't turn around to look at Brice. "... No. He doesn't." He whispered, and ran a hand through his hair. Even though Kyle couldn't see it, Brice nodded and looked down at his feet. He hadn't taken off his socks yet, he realized, even if it wasn't important. "So, this is the last of his stuff, right?"
"Right." The blonde said, still looking at his socks. They didn't look like they were his. Were they his? No, he didn't own a pair of such a velvety purple.
"Well, I'm gonna go get Sub to help me pack up his car. Thanks for the help." Kyle said as he opened the door and waved at the mute before picking up a box and stepping outside. "This would have taken hours without your help." He called back as he jogged the box over to Sub, who had opened his trunk before grabbing the box and dropping it into his car.
"No problem." Brice said, distracted. While Kyle did that, Brice continued to stare at the socks while he walked back over to his blue couch. He plopped onto it and brought his feet over his head, knowing that they were, without a doubt, Seto's. But what would he do with them? He couldn't just give them back without washing them, and he just washed his clothes the other day. Plus, washing only socks would be a waste.
"Perhaps I should keep them…?" Brice asked himself. Surely he would have sounded crazy. He heard Kyle yell a 'goodbye' to him and his door slam shut, but he ignored it. "Yeah, I'll keep them. It's the only thing I have left, after all…"
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done
But I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know
"Hey Seto, I'm back with your stuff!" Kyle called out as he slammed another door shut. He heard Sub driving away, but they had already put all the boxes outside the door. A hooded head appeared from one of the hallways, and Seto shuffled into the room, yellow socks on his feet.
"Thanks Kyle." He smiled. The pink man just smiled and followed Seto into the sorcerer's house as Seto shuffled around in his socks. "You want some tea? I'm making mint tea*."
"Sure." Kyle responded blandly, thinking about something else at the current moment. He didn't notice that Seto had stopped his shuffling and turned around to give him a weird look. He only noticed the sorcerer when he bumped into him, almost falling backwards.
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
"Kyle," Seto said, pivoting on his feet to look at a dazed Kyle. "just what are you thinking about that could make you…" He thought for a moment. How was Kyle acting? "... So not you." Congratulations Seto, you sound so smart. "I mean, you only act like this why you're thinking about something so serious."
The pink-haired man was surprised. This whole entire week, all his friend had been worried about was whether Brice would just leave him alone, not about how Kyle was acting. It touched the man a tiny bit, but Seto was probably only asking on the account that he had just come from Brice's house, and was worried that the Australian had somehow drugged him. "Nothing… much." Kyle lied, letting out a sigh that shook his body.
"You're lying." Seto said immediately, already knowing what that sigh meant. He knew Kyle as well as he knew any potion recipe.
Kyle stayed silent, thinking about whether he should tell his friend about what Brice had asked him or not. If he told him, Seto would be angry the rest of the month. If he didn't tell him, it would somehow slip past his lips later on, and Seto wouldn't just be angry in general, but he would probably be angry at him too, and might even kick him off the small couch he slept in.
No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
"Well?" Seto asked, his foot tapping impatiently away. He had crossed his arms, and his lips were drawn tightly together. Yep, better to tell him. Maybe you'll be able to share the house with him someday, Kyle. You know, have your own room, instead of the couch. Sharing a house with your buddy wouldn't be bad.
Kyle sighed, finding himself impatient all of a sudden. "It's not a big deal, but…" Kyle paused, but Seto gave him a certain look that forced him to continue, and he turned his head away so he wouldn't have to see Seto's emotions as he told him. "... Brice may or may not have asked if you talked about him at all."
When he didn't hear anything, Kyle slowly turned towards his friend once again, flinching just in case. There was no yelling. There weren't books trying to beat him to death, like last time. There wasn't a thunderstorm outside the house, threatening to electrocute him, like the time he set a part of Seto's library on fire. There wasn't anything.
[x2]
Somebody
(I used to know)
Somebody
(Now you're just somebody that I used to know)
Seto was just staring over Kyle's shoulder, and the pink man turned to look if there was a storm being created or a monster coming to tear apart Seto's house. There was nothing. Kyle waved his hand in front of the sorcerer's face before quickly pulling it back, but the brunette didn't even flinch.
Suddenly, so suddenly that Kyle fell over, Seto turned, his purple cape billowing around him. He just walked into his kitchen, not even looking at Kyle, who was bewildered by his friend's sudden action. He pushed himself off the ground as Seto called back to him. "Kyle, did you want some tea or not?"
(I used to know)
(That I used to know)
(I used to know)
Somebody
It was nighttime, and Brice was curled under a blanket, painting a picture at his easel. The picture was of two men, their foreheads pressed together, smiles cracking their faces. Brice just tiredly drew on, not realizing what his hand was drawing. Only when he had to get more paint on his brush did he realize, and tears popped into his eyes when he realized.
Too tired to do anything, he just set his brush down and walked back into his room, curling up underneath his blue blankets; blankets he had chosen with Seto when they were friends and Brice had just gotten his house. He pulled the sheet over his body and hugged his knees to his chest, once again thinking about why Seto had gotten so mad at him because of that one thing he did.
With his question unanswered, he drifted to sleep, tears hugging the corners of his eyes.
Depressing enough?