Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Absolutely Awful ❯ Fourth Mistake ( Chapter 4 )

Absolutely Awful

 

By Katsuya Kaiba (subaruxkamui4ever)

Valentine's Day Fic Challenge Part Four

Rated PG-13

First Person, Joey's perspective

Pairing: Seto and Joey, of course!

Summary: Joey has been foiled time and time again in his attempts to keep his identity a secret from Seto while trying to pull off the “secret admirer” bit. Can he last until Valentine's Day, or will Seto prove far too intelligent to fall for Joey's antics? Probably.

 

 

 

“Well, since you're not doing anything, I wonder if you wouldn't mind helping me open up all these little presents? Then maybe you can help me figure out who it is that left them here. You don't mind…do you?”

 

I gaped at him in absolute horror. Deep inside my mind, I gave serious thought to the possibility that this entire scenario wasn't actually happening. Maybe, hopefully, I was still in bed, and this was some horrible nightmare that my nervous mind had thought up to persuade me not to throw my life away at such a young age. Either way, safely hidden under my sheets was where I truly wished to be at that moment. Not here, under the examination of Seto Kaiba.

 

Seto Kaiba. The world's most astute and calculating genius, and all of that intellect and intensity was directed solely upon me, and he seemed to be considering the possibility of my professed “non-involvement” with anything related to Seto or the gifts both of us stared at. Watching him as he drew his own theories and suspicions in a quiet and thoughtful gaze, I realized that he honestly wanted to know who this nameless watcher was. If I wanted to throw Seto off my trail, especially after the ridiculously incriminating events of the past two days. He was still bluffing, that much was clear. He suspected that I was the one who had written that letter of heartfelt affection, and, really, who wouldn't have after my accidental “coming out” that had exposed my hastily chosen vantage point? I really needed to try to think things through a little further, and it was now or never. I had to try my very best to outwit Seto Kaiba.

 

And in order to do that, I had to willingly cooperate with him. He couldn't know that I was only watching him as he watched me.

 

 

I knew for a fact that he still wasn't absolutely positive that the letter had been from me, because if he had found out somehow I would have definitely heard from him by now, if not the exact moment that he knew. I'm sure that most everyone in Domino would hear that terrified cry of outrage. Especially if my educated guess about his personal life was grossly misinformed. There was still a chance, albeit a vague one, that I had completely misjudged Seto's....preferences in romantic and sexual attraction, and he actually might not be interested in another boy at all. However, that turn of events became increasingly less plausible with each passing day that Seto unknowingly spent under my watchful and longing gaze, unseen and studious from a distance. As panicky and inexperienced as I was, even my mind was hardly threatened by the nearly non-existent plausibility of inaccuracy in my judgement that Seto, without a doubt, would be at least receptive to the concept. His high profile and outstandingly showy wardrobe, along with a noticeably overdramatized flair to “speak with his hands”, which in turn gave him an aura of unattainable grace and alongside it, an extremely loosely held wrist ...

 

I believed that Seto would be far more inclined to be angry with me no matter what the circumstances, not because I was a boy, but because I was Joey Wheeler. I had already taken into account that I risked a whole hell of a lot on this one chance, but it was MY one chance. And I wouldn't get another one. I would win this game, because I'd be damned if I would let Seto Kaiba win himself over for Valentine's Day. No more lonely days for either one of us...

 

I watched him smirk at me as if he was actually winning at something, and all the while we stared at each other in this tiring and seemingly forgotten stalemate, the more ridiculous his obviously fake behavior became. Was he really content this way, bitter and lonely as I clearly knew that he was? Anyone could see that he wasn't truly satisfied with his life, his achievements, himself even, but to be this cruel to anyone who dared to open their souls to him in such a vulnerable way seemed to be a very heartless thing to do. And I knew that deep inside of the real Seto, in a place that he unsparingly shoved into the dark outskirts of his mind, he habitually and addictively buried his emotions and his self-worth alongside the love from others, probably hoping that they would both fade away after enough time had passed, or at least be forgotten by Seto and thus become non-existent.

 

But I found, later on, that it was the exact opposite of Seto's intentions that came to pass in the very end. By stuffing these innocent and potentially weak emotions into a hidden corner and never speaking of them, they grew on their own anyway, with no one to control them or make sure that they never got out of hand. Seto had left them for dead and was no longer aware of them, and later on that very day he would be quite surprised at the massive tangle of neglected emotions that crept up on him unannounced, seeking their revenge at long last. But this was not yet the time for such discoveries, and he and I both had just entered the classroom that I had left ten minutes earlier in a silent and foiled escape. Now I returned by force, and Seto arrived with sheer determination to be in complete control of everything within a five mile radius.

 

He had asked me, now a full three or four silent minutes having passed, and yet he still waited for me to respond, actually intending to see if would help him examine the gifts that I myself had left minutes ago. Seto, having newly discovered this collection of presents left for him, took full advantage of the opportunity and moved in, claiming that he supposedly needed me to help him “figure out” who it was that was secretly admiring him form afar. The minutes now passed while my mind had been maniacally occupied with an overload of fears and intentions, all riding on this moment, this answer, this day, that Seto just might discover who it was that loved him more than anyone else ever would. I had to try to right this somehow. Even if he could feasibly catch me somehow here and now, I would have to throw him off the path. I didn't want him to find out this way, I wanted to tell him myself. I just...wasn't ready yet.

 

Somehow, Seto Kaiba always finds a way to make my life absolutely awful.

 

Always, and with great pleasure.

 

The thoughts that now flew through my emotionally charged mind were unreasonable and heated with the infuriating way that he so easily ordered me around like a dog, and because of this I was now becoming angry at his inability to be serious about this. I glared at him openly in vain, hoping that Seto would see that I was not in the mood to both play and lose at his mind games that would serve to both irritate and convict me in the same breath. He was intentionally pushing every button that I owned, as slowly and with as much attention to detail as he could fake at the moment. Every passing second that I allowed him to continue this, projecting that expectantly smug grin at me, patiently waiting for me to either confess or comply, I could literally feel the pure and unadulterated fury inside me grow stronger at his complete inability to level with me. This was getting on my nerves.

 

“Kaiba, I do not have time for your rich-boy head games. Not today, not ever! If you want to ask me something, then just do it already! There's no way you would drag me all the way here just to show me how much everyone loves you, or help you open your little gifts or whatever, so just drop your stupid attitude and tell me what you want!”

 

Seto just stared, amazingly frozen in an almost invisible and motionless second. For a short moment we were locked by the eyes, and I wonder if he saw the truth in my heart right then and there, but there's no way to say for sure. If he did, he hid it well, because the moment of shock was as intangible and fleeting as his rare and beautiful smiles, the smiles that I can see from far away but are never meant for me. Even in the midst of this awkward moment, alone and vulnerable together, I couldn't help but wish that one day I might have one of those silent smiles for my very own. I would always keep it near my heart, such a precious and irreplaceable treasure would be priceless in my mind.

 

It seemed that Seto finally realized he might not have such a simple task, after all. For all his seeming unwillingness to cooperate, he sure seemed to be enjoying the situation for one reason or another. I suspected initially that my heart's confession would have only begun another wide spread and extremely long-running joke for Seto to fall back on when the “mutt” business finally lost it's luster. But it was his relentless pursuance of the one fact that I might know that caused me to remain unsure of Seto's true intentions. It was becoming more and more clear that there were perhaps two hidden secrets in this room. Seto's new and bizarre behavior was so unclear that nearly anything at this point seemed at least arguable, since I had never known Seto to be so interested in the emotions and attractions of others.

 

This game was getting extremely dangerous. It was like playing with fire, but with an especially lethal flame that could scar your very soul if not left alone, yet he and I continued on. Neither one of us was the type to surrender under any circumstances, and it was Seto's move now, since I had finally broken the ice.

 

“Don't raise your voice to your master, puppy.” His unnervingly calm deliverance of the familiar phrase was quite possibly the most irritating noise I had ever heard. How did he come off so casual, when it was him that had dragged me here by the hair?! A lot of nerve this one had. “I think you need to be taught a lesson. Now come over here and help me, we've only got 15 more minutes before everyone gets here for class. Heel!””

 

The rage inside me was overwhelming as I clenched my fists in a desperate attempt to curb my anger which threatened to boil over any minute now. “Kaiba, I'm only doin' this out of the kindness of my heart. You don't deserve one single valentine card, let alone all of these presents that someone must have put all the love they had for you into. Clearly, someone loves you far more than you will love anyone, besides your own rich self, of course. But that doesn't mean that you should use their display of affection as bait for your own twisted mind games. You don't deserve any of this.” I frowned at him, half meaning every word, but I was still too deeply in love with him to be truly vindictive. Chuckling to himself, he pushed me aside and sat down in his desk chair, making an over dramatic show out of purposefully casting his gorgeously hate-filled eyes to the ceiling in mock misery, halfway pretending to be as bored with my lecture of common courtesy as anyone would (even I). I knew he'd heard it all before, but the way that he was acting about everything...it felt as though my deepest and most treasures feelings were just playthings to him.

 

“Please, puppy. Spare me the tired “always being friends with everyone in the world”nonsense that you and your pathetic nerd-herd are so famous for. Now, come on, start looking at this stuff and tell me if you see a name, or a receipt, or....something...” He trailed off as he began picking at the seal on a heart-shaped box of chocolate that was the largest of all the gifts, and his natural first choice.

While the promise of all this candy might have been a fulfilling Valentine's Day gift fantasy for me, I knew that it would only cause Seto to blink once, twice if he wasn't really paying attention. Standing alongside Seto who was seated at his desk, I began working on a smaller box of those tiny heart-shaped candies that bore those overly romantic phrases which always seemed to be about a decade too old, hoping that they might entertain me enough to distract my ever wandering gaze. The proximity of the moment was proving to heighten both my initial anger and my constant wishing to have Seto, finally. I knew that it would take a hell of a lot more than just these last two days to sway his affection in my favor, but I was prepared to sacrifice anything and everything. My entire existence and my ultimate happiness were on the line. I resigned myself to total silence, refusing to be the cause of Seto's premature discovery. He would never get a word from me, except perhaps, “Can I eat that?” It looked good...

 

He did blink in response to the opened gift, as I had predicted, and as soon as he had the lid off the box, he began expertly fishing around inside. Apparently he knew about these chocolate boxes and their internal arrangements, because he efficiently located the three that he was looking for and without hesitation turned to face me, becoming motionless in anticipation that I knew not the cause of. I was still standing to his right and was within a few inches of him, having been instructed to assist in valentine-gift-inspecting duty, and before long I felt his gaze before I turned into it and met it with my own. The moment he had my undivided attention, he smiled grimly, and tossed one of the chocolate pieces into his mouth and closed his lips, grinning in a overly gesticulated and sarcastically provoking manner. Was he mocking me...or the chocolate? I frowned uninterestedly at both possibilities, and at his attempts to instigate another outburst from me, and as I realized that this was his true intention, I applauded myself at another trap successfully evaded, along with another chance at coming out of this tense situation unscathed.

 

Catching his eyes at the irritating climax of his ridiculously exaggerated smirk, I did what was most likely the very last thing that he had expected of me, especially since I was already in an aggravated state from his earlier undefinable yet highly effective taunting methods. I replicated his exact expression in every detail. Smiling as innocently and sickeningly sweet as I physically could, I gazed back into his expression with the same intent as he had laid for me, hoping to elicit an uncalculated and revealing response to the obnoxiously taunting mask that I pulled my features into, mocking Seto Kaiba openly to his face. I had no fear, especially now, in the possible face of defeat.

 

He saw my retaliation before it manifested, I think, because he lost the maniacal nature of his grin seconds after I bared my own reflection of his mockery directly into his original one. Our faces were not at all far from one another's since we had drawn a bit closer in our bitter face-making. I was suddenly aware of this nervously fluttering sensation that I both heard all around and felt deep inside me, and it seemed to become increasingly louder with every lost moment that I heard almost soundlessly fall into the past, filling the narrow spaces between us, drawing our attention to the unfamiliar territory that was the closer study of the others features which were now plainly visible in the empty classroom. Had I ever been this close to him?

 

When others are not watching, it can sometimes lead people to say or do things that otherwise they would never dare. The sound of Seto's breath was somehow drowning out the telltale rhythmic pounding that threatened to reveal my heart's anxiety. The one second that we now encompassed seemed to be so much more than just a single moment, but rather a frozen place in time that stretched out indefinitely in every which way. Seto was the first to turn back to the candy, and reluctantly I followed moments later. We both needed to regroup and rethink our strategies, before this just got way too awkward.

 

This silently submissive approach will take me nowhere at all, I thought to myself, feeling very much like leaving the room at once. I had to get myself out of there, and I tried to concentrate on my task at hand, which I still was having some difficulty completing.

 

Seto, seeing my severe inadequacies in simple gift opening, huffed impatiently at the sight of my expected failure. He finished eating the chocolate he had selected in his own disinterested and incredibly catty manner, and then moved to grab at what I was still unsuccessfully trying to open, with the slightest of bemused interest in my complete lack of usefulness. Seeing his hand approach my project from out of the corner of my eye, I stealthily jerked my arm out of his path a split second before he took hold of the box of candy hearts that I had decided were mine. Hell, they were mine, in every aspect! And until he displayed some sort of appreciation or apology for his increasingly ungrateful attitude, I wasn't going to just hand them over! He wasn't being fair or considerate in the least, and I had let this ambiguously disguised competition go on long enough. I was becoming increasingly aware that I might be appearing suspiciously obedient anyway, especially in comparison the way that I would have normally responded to all that he had done or said that morning, on any other occasion.

 

In a hastily contemplated decision swayed just a little by sheer paranoia at his impending knowledge of my hidden feelings, I moved without hesitation and stepped back in one swift jump, holding the box he had wanted just so that it was barely out of his reach. I had seen him as he moved in on the tiny package once more, and finding a quickness previously unknown to me, I deftly steered the candy hearts along with my own body out of his reach, and in less time than he. Dangling the pink and red container that was no bigger than my palm, I held it above my own head and looked at him without a hint of teasing or playfulness in my eyes. I dared him to take it from me. If he could, that was. Everything about him today, his strange determination to seek out his admirer, his heightened and relentless urge to make me react to him somehow, and now his defiance at what I clearly had under control... All of these irritants were now stacked in a pile in the center of my mind, and for a second I let my anger get the best of me.

 

“What's the matter, Seto? Can't reach...? Too bad, this candy isn't for people who don't understand what true love is, anyhow. Every single one of these tiny candy hearts means something. They all speak openly about...love. An emotion which I'm sure you must consider to be obsolete by now, since you don't need to feel anything to keep on living your life that is so clearly transparent. You're so much more advanced than all of us ordinary humans, you must find love to be a laughable and stupid game, huh? That is, if the concept of love has even crossed your evolutionary and self-important mind long enough to spare it some thought. Well, I can guarantee that you will find this candy to be repulsive, and clearly more suited for the enjoyment of the weak-minded, and I know how much you hate weaknesses and everyone who isn't as strong willed and unbeatable as you. You know , it's so much easier for you, keeping your untarnished hands clean of poor, simple minded nuisances like me and my unreasonable emotions, so you won't have to worry about the cumbersome burden of returning the affections of another. I guess none of us down here are worthy enough to even be seen with something as unattainably beautiful or perfect as you, eh? To think that I had a light and a hope...”

 

Feeling with much certainty that I had said far too much and somehow not caring as much as I should have, I turned my face to challenge his immediately, hoping to have all this mess over and finished at last. I had a lot to clean up in my heart. He still wore that superior grin that he knew got directly under my skin, but it was still and silent in such a way that I thought for a moment he was going to seriously harm me. I clenched my muscles, preparing for the very worst. He remained still, although his features took on a reflective kind of shock, as if he was considering whether or not he believed that I had truly said all those things. It had most certainly shocked the hell out of me.

 

I laughed out loud, because I instantly knew that what had slipped from my mouth had been my own underlying and ultimately betraying feelings of absolute failure in this, my only attempt at attaining my heart's one and only true desire. But not only had I been previously unaware of the sheer intensity of my unanswered need to have Seto for my own, now I had harshly and unintentionally told the only person that truly mattered to me the worst thing that I could have possibly thrown at him. Everything that I found to be displeasing or unsatisfactory about his personality, his life, and his beliefs had just been thrown in his face without warning. I needed to keep a light heart in this moment of impending and unforgivingly torturous doom. After an uncalled for and completely disrespectful outpouring of unnecessary information like that...

 

The end of my wasteful time on this earth was, without a doubt, drawing to a close.

 

For some inexplicable reason, those alien words that came from my unwilling mouth had dashed wildly from my irrationally nerve-wracked thoughts and had somehow snuck away from my control, filling the air between us with a haughty tone that held no fear of being the harbinger of my untimely and now rapidly descending demise. My voice independently spoke to Seto as if he were a bratty little child who couldn't possibly understand what it was that I felt, and each word that came out felt like an impossible weight on my unbelieving ears. Why had I let myself go like that? Now, not only was I stunned by my own hypocrisy after telling him just seconds earlier that he was being uncaring, but now I had just undoubtedly created the final rift in our already broken and wounded relationship that would prove to seal our future indefinitely into what I had always feared it might be-shattered beyond all hope of recovery or repair.

 

Nothing else, however, could hope to touch the unbearable pain of watching Seto's once passionately driven and determined grin fade, slowly and painfully, while his exquisitely constructed and beautifully placed features seemed to betray an new, identifiable, and very real emotion at the very utterance of my sharply afflicting words. I nearly shed tears in that visually life-altering instant. I had wanted, above all else, to bring his face to a smile for the first time in so long. I wanted to be the one that gave him that unique and irreplaceable gift. And yet somehow, I had just efficiently brought about quite possibly the most unexpected and unheard of stroke of pure malice that could no doubt only be invoked by a truly inhuman and unemotional hand of bitterness. I had unwittingly unearthed the one vulnerable piece of Seto Kaiba, and I had hurt his feelings.

 

I felt far more terrible than I ever had before. I saw how wrong I was to expect Seto to play this silly and childish game of hiding my identity in the shadows, and yet pushing my faceless emotions on him simultaneously. And all the while, being far too weak and unwilling to come forward, and give him all the information I knew he had deserved in the beginning. I had been so selfish, and he had been a strangely willing participant on more than one occasion.

 

I thought, at that exact moment, that perhaps I was the one who didn't deserve Seto Kaiba. And Seto Kaiba certainly didn't deserve to be insulted like that. To this day, I cannot understand why things happened the way they did. I never wanted to hurt him, not in the least. I wanted to give him everything I had, and I wanted him to take everything I had for whatever purpose he chose. I would do so much for him, and I knew that I had been so wrapped up in my own justification for this petty anger that I let it get the better of me. Seto Kaiba might have be his own valentine, after all.

 

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Later the following evening, I stretched my body lifelessly across my floor, hidden by the structure of my old and rickety wooden bed. It unfortunately wasn't able to hide my entire form from the world that I was so intent on leaving behind for good. I had really done it this time, and done it for the last time. Seto was no doubt not only emotionally injured by my rashly spilt words, but I knew that he had no one to turn to when times like these arose in his life. I wondered if ever a time like this had occurred, ever, throughout the course of history, and along with that thought came another on it's heels, and that thought sounded as thought it feared completion, for in the answer lay the pain. I asked the question to no one, anyway, and my voice carried the fears and misfortune across the stale and tired air in my bedroom.

 

“I wonder what happens to the person who hurts Seto Kaiba's feelings?” After a moment of silent thought, it was followed by another puzzling question that had, until now, been happily left unsolved.

 

“I wonder if I want that question to be answered...?”

 

 

Perhaps it was best to focus on the time that I had left. No point in wishing for things long gone, like the possibility of a swift and painless release by the hand of the only person I had ever loved. But now Seto was no where to be found, and had gone missing early that morning. I had not seen him after the last awkward and quietly deafening moments that we spent together in that empty classroom. Standing together in complete silence, trying to withstand the wake that my errant outburst had caught us both within, rendering us incapable of movement in our disbelief.

 

As soon as the very last word had revolted and I took over control of my mouth, I immediately covered the offending tool with my hand, slapping my palm over my lips in an audible smack that triggered the awful realization that this was actually happening, and I was not dreaming. My face stung where my hand had made it's rough and unguided contact, but still, it stung less than 1 millionth of the sting that I felt in my soul the very instant that I saw the tangible hurt tear across Seto's face in an unbelievable instant of horror and disbelief. I had somehow instantly dismantled everything that I had secretly built, and along with our progress I had also carelessly tossed aside the one hope that I had not lost, the hope for Seto and I.

 

Reliving the moment over and over while taking cover in the misery of the shadows under my bed, I fast forwarded the events afterward in my mind, until I came to the very next voice that sounded out in the dismally dreary and uncomfortably silent classroom.

 

“Class is going to begin in ten minutes... I should get going....” With those words of an almost admitted defeat, I saw the extent of the effects that my perceived opinion had on Seto in that very moment. Nothing at all made sense to me anymore, this retreating figure couldn't possibly be the Seto Kaiba that I knew! Seto Kaiba never, ever walked away from anyone without dismissing them first. Would he even stay for school? What had I done to him?

 

I watched in an unrealistically frozen space in time as the sullenly falling footsteps of the one that I loved took him farther and farther away from me, and nearly out of the classroom entirely. All the seconds and minutes that were calculable and logical suddenly stopped in the place they were at, and it seemed that even Time itself saw the irreparable damage that I had just executed and took pity on my awful luck. It seemed as thought the next few moments either never happened, and are figments of my hopelessly deranged imagination, or perhaps they happened in a place that only Seto and I could reach, in that one and only unique place in Time, who felt really, really bad for us. Especially Seto.

“Seto, I...it really was me. I wrote that letter. I left all this here, as well. Seto....look at me! Please! Just hear me out!”

 

Seto never turned his head at a word that I said. I don't think I even expected him too. I wouldn't, if someone had been so unforgiving and judgmental of me, without ever really knowing me or bothering to understand MY situation. I knew that he was all of those outspoken things for a reason, and from the very little I knew about his past, I felt that he was completely deserving of a little recognition for all the horrors he'd survived, the likes of which I could never understand. If I had been Seto Kaiba, I wondered if I would have died long ago, and felt that it was entirely possible. Seto was the strongest and the most confident person I had ever met, and I loved him for all of it. Even now, I know I'll never understand what it was that threw those heavy and heated words so lightly in his undeserving face. I guess that, in a way, if I had never done that, then perhaps things would have been much different than they are today. Things do happen for a reason, sometimes.

 

He didn't return in time for class, and when all of the students were finally let out for the day, both Seto and his shiny and expensive black car were nowhere to be found. I trudged home, without a real reason to go there but making my way anyhow, out of the lack of further selection. I felt like a broken mess of unestablished facts and more attainable realities that I had yet to accept, possibilities that I was capable of achieving. Not like Seto. As soon as I arrived home, I retired to the black and empty darkness that lay underneath my bed, hoping to escape from the one cherished reality that I alone had demolished quite expertly.

 

Moaning in an audible manifestation of my deserved anguish while trying in vain to edge further underneath the pathetic wooden frame that I hid beneath but could never conceal me fully, I resolved to somehow right the unforgivable wrongs that I had done to Seto Kaiba. And even if he hated me for all of eternity and beyond, I would find a way to make this up to him, and erase my presence from his life for good. Whatever it was that he wanted, I would offer up willingly, and be nothing but grateful for the opportunity, if I ever got it. My selfish wants would have to be cast aside for good.

 

I resigned myself to live out this absolutely awful existence, accepting the fact that I would probably never receive the returned affections of Seto Kaiba.

 

In the same moment that I sought the comfort of imagined non-existence, Seto Kaiba quickly stepped out his front door and locked it behind him, calling for his car. If he didn't clean up this mess soon, it would no doubt grow to be a thousand times worse than it already was. He had spent most of his day, funnily enough, in the safe and secure solitude of the darkness that lay underneath his bed, although Seto's bed was far more compatible with this sort of therapy, being of course, extremely large. A great many things had been thought about today, mostly things that Seto had not thought of in a very long time and had been grateful for such luck. But everything must come to a close, he thought idly, as he was driven all the way to the outskirts of Domino City.

 

 

AN: You may wish to know if this sudden and uninvited angstiness was absolutely necessary. It was. I swear. Without this sad part, it would have just been funny, funny, and then really fluffy. Like, “Oh Joey, it was you all along!” “Oh Seto, now we can live in happiness forever, since we have so much in common and we never argue about anything!” And then they'd live happily ever after, and it would be so weird. They wouldn't seem realistic. Now, you'll FEEL for them, and the happy ending will be so much more real, because they had to OVERCOME! They are really good at this by now, I wouldn't worry about it. Go Seto and Joey! Rah rah, sis boom bah!