Kaiba looked at the blond, his eyes stinging.
'No.' He whispered.
'It look's like it.'
'It's nothing. I have a little bit of a cold.'
'You're lying.'
'Shut up Wheeler and just tell me why you came here?'
'Street Fighter?' The brunet nodded. 'So, will you play?'
'I don't need to. I kick your ass at everything else, I don't see why this would be any different.' Joey smiled.
'Prove it, richboy.'
'Fine.' He brushed a brown lock from his eye and walked out of the room, his eyes never meeting Joey's. They quickly reached Mokuba's room. Seto looked at the mess on the floor and shook his head. 'Mokuba, I've told you before about this amount of sweets. It's not good.'
'Awww Seto it's a one off though, it is Joey's first night.' He grinned widely causing Seto to roll his eyes.
'Pass me the control.' He began the game against the blond. He hated to admit it, but Joey was pretty good at the game. The confidence in the boy's eyes made him smile internally, though he'd never let him know. He kept his expression blank, banishing all of the thoughts that he had previously had. Eventually it came to the final round. They had one kill each, to which Joey found highly amusing. Seto knew the blond was good, however, he had not spent nearly as many hours as him on video games. With a final spur on flurrying fingers, the game ended. Joey stared at the screen in disbelief.
'I…lost?' Kaiba stared at the score…it wasn't possible. How could he loose? Joey grinned widely.
'So, what's my prize?' He poked Kaiba's arm playfully, beaming all the while. The brunet rolled his eyes.
'You get to go to bed. It's nearly 2am.' He stood up and Mokuba's eyes grew wide.
'But…but Seto! It's the holidays and he's a guest and…'
'And nothing Mokuba. Go to bed.' The younger sighed and turned off his TV, knowing he could not win. He went to the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed, leaving Kaiba and Joey alone.
'So…I kicked your ass.' Joey smiled.
'Unlikely Mutt. I let you win.'
'Like hell you did. I could see your face, you was determined.'
'No.'
'Yes!' The blond began a victory dance, however stopped quickly when he felt the pang in his ribs. Kaiba watched the flinch.
'Maybe you should go to bed.' Joey hated to admit it, but bed did seem like a brilliant idea at that moment. He nodded to Kaiba and began to exit. The brunet turned around to watch him leave, suddenly fascinated by the mutt's ass in silk pyjamas. He took a few deep breaths…this would not happen again. Not twice in one night.
Joey finally reached his room. He slipped into the bathroom, brushing his teeth with the brush provided. It was strange, having a room this large, this clean. It was weird having the time to do things such as brushing his teeth. He smiled, he really felt lucky. The sudden pang in his ribs reminded him he wasn't entirely safe, however. He reached to the ibuprofen, slipping one in his mouth. He also took the paxil, for good measure. The dizziness kicked in again. His eyes blurred and his head began to scream. The room became dark and his breathing sped up. Stumbling, he fumbled for the bed, trying to lay down and calm down. His blood began to pulse through his veins, throbbing with every pulse. He pupils shrank and purple clouds appeared around his eyes. The room swayed sickeningly, and prickling bumps appeared on his skin. Ice ran across the surface but did nothing to sooth his boiling blood. His throat closed and cut off his oxygen, he sucked desperately for air to no avail. Frantically he clutched his throat, breathing heavier and heavier. His vision became darker as he suddenly felt steady hands on his shoulder. The voice was so distant,
'Joey! Joey stop that! You can breath!' the blond shook his head violently, he couldn't do it. He was going to die. 'Joey you can, calm down! Take slow, deep breaths, it'll help!' Struggling, the blond did his best to calm down, his blood flowing smoother. His vision blurred still and breathing uneven, he felt 2 strong arms pull him closer. He gripped the shirt he was leaning against, eyes watering from the pain. He didn't know where he was or why he was here, but he was thankful for this person who was holding him.
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Kaiba looked down at the blond pulled into his chest. He was still panting, still afraid. The brunet had no idea what to do, but he really didn't want Mokuba to see the blond in a fit, he knew it would frighten him. Instead, he had closed the door and was now allowing his hand to gently caress the blond's tangled hair.
'Shhh, it'll be fine…' he whispered softly, his eyes catching the bottles by the sink.
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Hey everyone!
Oooft I'm tired. Almost fell asleep again today. Napped when I got home and it took me forever to focus enough to write this! I'm half dead I swear! Oh well, never mind. Looking forward to the weekend for the first time in forever!
I also managed to get the jist of para para, so I'm happy!
The headlight of my car also fell out today, and the front bumper is scratched bad and part of my alloy is missing. Strange how it only happens at work? I actually cried when I saw the headlight. On the plus, my friend is gonna fix it if I buy her some crisps…I love her!
Haha, just need tcut now and to kick someone's ass!
Anyway, please R&R, it makes me happy when I lay in bed at 2am trying to sleep. (Yup, I check emails on my phone haha)
Much love
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