Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Blue Eyes ❯ Day Eight: By the Pool ( Chapter 27 )

Behind Blue Eyes
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Ah yes, another chapter. I’ve been on a roll lately, right? I hope it stays this way. I would hate for you all to stop reading when I’ve worked on this for so many years. Without further ado, enjoy!
Disclaimer: No, I don’t own Yugioh and no, I don’t make money from this.
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Recap:
“Seto? When do you take your medicine?” I was really pushing it, getting into his business so much.
There was silence. Silence and darkness and I don’t know which of the two I hated more.
“I haven’t been taking it.”
“Isn’t it supposed to keep you from having those episodes?”
“Yeah.”
“Then why aren’t you taking it?”
“I don’t know.”
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I awoke to the sound of an alarm that I never knew had been set.
The light was filtering in just right through the blinds of Seto’s unnecessarily-huge windows, but it was shining right into my eyes, making for a rather unpleasant awakening. The alarm was shut off almost immediately after it went off, so I naturally assumed Seto was awake.
Closing my eyes, I rolled over and wrapped my eyes around his thin body, nuzzling my nose into the back of his head.
“Uh . . . Jou?”
Ok, that was not Seto’s voice.
My eyes shot open and I leaned away only to come face-to-face with disheveled black hair.
“Mokuba?!” I yanked my arms away as if it would kill me to keep them there a moment longer . . . and it very well could, if Seto saw it and got the wrong idea.
“Shhhh!” He rolled over and covered my mouth with one hand while holding a finger up to his own mouth, “The alarm didn’t wake him up.”
Moving carefully, I sat up in bed and peeked over at a sleeping Seto. I think my nose almost started bleeding. His eyes were shut and his mouth was slightly open. His face didn’t look pained at all, but very peaceful. His body was covered by the sheets up to his neck and you could see that the sheets and comforter were pulled where he had a hold of them from underneath. He was so cute that I could have cried from suppressing the urge to hug the life right out of him.
“He must have been really tired to sleep through the alarm like that.” I whispered, my eyes refusing to be torn away from the creature of my affection.
“Well, that’s partially my fault.” Mokuba admitted, “I kept him up pretty late last night.”
I’m going to hell for every image that just flashed across my mind.
“Uh, w-what do you mean by that?” I glanced at him for a second before looking back at that beautifully-tossed brown hair. I wanted to run my fingers through it so badly . . .
“I came in last night because I just couldn’t sleep. Seto and I talked for a while and . . .”
“And?”
“. . . and he told me what happened.”
I could have sworn that my heart stopped beating. Did I hear him right? Seto told him what happened? Just like that? No, no, he probably lied to Mokuba just to satisfy him.
“What exactly did he tell you?” I eyed the younger boy.
“He told me that Saki came into your apartment while Seto was there alone and . . .” His violet eyes narrowed dangerously and I could clearly see the resemblance with his older brother, “Saki is a pervert.” His whispers grew harsh, “He’s a pervert and he deserves to die.”
I had known Mokuba for a few years by now. My friends and I had helped Seto rescue the kid several times. He always seemed so young and weak and, well, innocent. Mokuba always tried to tell us that Seto wasn’t as bad as we thought he was, which I totally see now, and he just gave off the impression that he was a sweet, ordinary kid.
Perhaps Mokuba was the more deceiving of the two Kaiba brothers.
There was a slight sound of grunting and I was happy that I caught sight of Seto’s beautiful blues fluttering open. “Wha?” He sounded so cute when he was just waking up!
Mokuba smiled, a stark contrast to his previous expression, and leaned down, hugging his older brother tightly while nuzzling his cheek. Those two are a lot closer than I had initially thought.
“Good morning, Seto.” I chimed, flashing my own smile.
“Morning, Katsuya.” He rubbed Mokuba’s back lovingly, a soft smile playing on his lips.
Seeing them this way looked more like parent and child rather than two brothers. The age gap wasn’t that big, a mere five years, but just looking at the way they interacted would lead a person to believe otherwise.
“I guess it must have been awkward for you to wake up to a third person in the bed, huh?” Seto’s eyes were laughing at the situation, but the same gentle smile remained.
“Just a little.” I admitted, though ‘just a little’ was something of an understatement. Mokuba was 13, right? What was he doing in his 18-year-old brothers’ bed? Then again, considering what Seto may have told him, Mokuba likely wanted to stay close to Seto. The two of them were definitely close, and a part of me was almost a bit jealous of it. Almost.
“Mokuba, why don’t you go have the cook make us some breakfast? Jou and I have to get ready for a school assignment.”
School assignment? Oh right, the pool party.
Mokuba wriggled out from between us and bounded out of the room in his pajamas, only to peek his head back in a moment later, “Remember Jou, no funny business!” He glared at me, but that glare faded into a laugh as he left once more.
Seto got up and shut the door.
“So you told him?” I asked, unsure if Mokuba was telling the truth or if he was just an excellent guesser.
Seto’s back was still toward me, “I thought about what you said and decided that you were right. Mokuba is the only family that I have and he’s stuck with me through everything. I wasn’t the nicest brother during the last year or so before Gozaburo’s death, but Mokuba still loved me. No matter how mean I was to him and to others, Mokuba still held on to his memories of how I used to be. Mokuba has faith in me and it’s about time I put some faith in him.” He turned around and leaned against the door, his eyes closed with thought, “I actually felt very relieved when I told him.”
I smiled at him when he finally opened his eyes, “You two are inseparable. It’s really good to have someone like that.”
Seto looked down at the floor, still smiling . . . but suddenly his head snapped back up, a frown now hanging on his lips, “Everyone should have someone like that.”
What was with that look? “Uh, yeah, everyone should.” I agreed, unsure of what kind of response he was expecting, if he expected one at all.
“Even you.”
Ah. Did I have someone like that? “I have my friends.” I wanted to flash Seto a smile, but somehow I just didn’t really feel like smiling. I did have my friends, right? Yeah. We were a tight-knit group and could always count on each other in a pinch.
“I wonder if you and your friends will be so close forever.”
Was he trying to be negative?
“Well it’s not like Mokuba is always going to be around you, either. He’s going to move out some day and have a family of his own. He won’t have nearly as much time for you.”
Open mouth, insert foot. Why is it that every time I wanted to say something to get back at him for being an ass, I ended up saying something completely out of line and sounding like an even bigger ass?
“I’m sor-”
“No no.” Seto held up his hand to halt my apology, “I understand what you’re trying to say. What I said made you angry, right?” His frown faded when I nodded, “You’re right, though; Mokuba won’t always be around to keep me company and then I’ll be all alone in this enormous house . . . and when you and your friends graduate high school and move on to colleges or jobs in distant places, you’ll go home alone to your apartment, right?”
“Yeah, I mean it’s not like I can afford college, let alone pass the entrance exams.” Now he was just depressing me even more!
“When they leave, the two of us will be utterly alone . . .” What Seto was saying was so ominous and depressing, and yet . . . his eyes had a mischievous look to them.
“I’m assuming you’re going somewhere with this.” I was sitting on the edge of his bed now, my arms folded across my chest.
“Ah, the puppy is learning.” He nodded with approval and snickered a bit when I let out a growl. “Don’t growl at your master. Bad dog!” He taunted, waving an elegant index finger at me from his place by the door.
I hopped off the bed and went to him standing just inches away, “What’s that point that you were getting to?” Curiosity was getting the best of me.
Seto clasped his hands behind his back, a light blush tinting his cheeks, “Well, I was just thinking that, well . . . since, you know-”
“Are you actually having a hard time saying something?” I gasped dramatically.
He scrunched up his face for a second, glaring, before staring at the floor, “Fine! I’ll just say exactly what’s on my mind!” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Was what he was about to say really that stressful for him? “Since the two of us would be all alone and your father is a fuck-up, why don’t you just move in with me?”
Move in . . . with Seto . . . move into the Kaiba mansion. Live in a mansion. Live in a mansion with the sexiest guy alive, or rather, with the only guy I’ve ever been attracted to.
“R-really?” Now I was the one having a difficult time talking.
“It’s kind of empty for such a big closet.”
“So there’s plenty of room for your stuff, right?”
“I’ve only got a few things with me, so it’s not really necessary to hang them up. Seto, what is it that you’re thinking about?”
“I was thinking that . . . I was thinking that there was enough room for your entire wardrobe in here.”
“Uh, well yeah, that’s probably true . . . but I don’t have my entire wardrobe with me.”
“I was thinking that all of your belongings would fit in my room, too. I mean, you wouldn’t need to bring your furniture or anything . . .”

“Are you asking me to move in with you? Like, permanently?”

That’s right! We had that conversation last night before I heard a strange noise that through us off. Why hadn’t Seto brought it up again last night? Was he that embarrassed about asking?
“I don’t think that you should live with that bastard anymore. I believe that you would be much better off living here with Mokuba and I.” He still refused to make eye contact with me.
I gently cupped his chin, forcing him to look at me before I leaned in for a chaste, but still sweet, kiss, “That would be really awesome, but wouldn’t that be a burden on you guys?”
“I-I don’t see how.”
Man, the look on his face and the stuttering right after being kissed was just so damn cute. He was just like a little virgin . . . but given what he has told me, he isn’t exactly pure. No, maybe that wasn’t true. Seto probably hadn’t willingly participated in any of those things, so wouldn’t he still be considered innocent? Innocent romantically, I mean. He did purposely kill Kaiba Gozaburo, so I couldn’t say that he was totally clean.
“I’ll think about it.” I rubbed at my own chin, closing my eyes as though I was actually thinking about it. Move in with Kaiba Seto? Just last week I would have probably vomited at the thought. Now, however, it was practically a dream come true! I could wake up next to Seto every day, eat breakfast with him every day, see him in his pajamas every day, maybe even shower with him . . .
“You’ll think about it?”
I opened my eyes to see a very shocked Kaiba. I guess that wasn’t the answer he was expecting. Heh, well, you can’t get everything you want, rich boy!
“Yeah, that’s what I said.” I folded my arms, smiling and nodding.
He studied me a bit as if expecting some sort of joke or catch, but there wasn’t one to be had, “Right.” He went to his close and disappeared inside, apparently to pick out something to wear.
I figured that I ought to do the same, but first there was something I needed a bit more than that.
“Hey Seto?”
“Yeah?” Came the muffled reply.
“Could I use your shower?” I rummaged through my bags for a shirt and a pair of pants.
“Sure. Just don’t make a mess.”
Make a mess? Honestly, what did he think I was gonna do, take a shit in it?
“Thanks.” I called back in his general direction, grabbing my things and entering his bathroom.
It really was excessively fancy. I mean, what’s the point in having an elegant bathroom? How many people are really going to see it? I suppose that if the rest of the house is nice then the bathrooms must also be nice. I was in a mansion right now. I guess that it hadn’t entirely sunk in just yet, but I, Jounouchi Katsuya, was standing in the home of the richest guy in the city and it wasn’t like I broke into his house or anything. I was actually a welcome guest. I was welcome, right? Oh what am I thinking? Of course I’m welcome. If I wasn’t welcome, he sure as hell wouldn’t have let me sleep next to him in his own bed, let alone use his private shower.
I undressed and stepped inside, running the water until it was finally warm enough to actually use. I dunked my head in the steady stream, letting it just run over my hair and down my back. My mind started to wander.
Would Seto ever join me in here some day? If we were living together, then surely we would eventually shower together, right? Though Seto and I had grown closer than most people do in just a week, we still weren’t all that intimate. I mean, sure we kissed and whatnot, but we never went further than that. Seto still had that untouchable aura around him that I just couldn’t break through. It was because of his past, no doubt. If the same things had happened to me, I don’t think that I would be very quick to expose myself to others either.
I used to be one of those others. I remember quite vividly the day that our project was introduced. I had spent much of the rest of my day contemplating what I would do to him and how I would . . . defile him.
My stomach twisted into a knot. Why did I ever think like that? Was it because I actually hated him at that time and didn’t care about his feelings? No . . . it was more like I didn’t think of him as a human. My friends and I had often compared Seto to the machines that he worked with; cold and uncaring, but hadn’t we seen evidence that he really did have a heart? In Duelist Kingdom when Seto risked his own life just to get a chance to save his brother, for example. So many times he showed a massive amount of affection for his brother and we were completely blind to it, too busy being occupied with our own issues to notice.
I grabbed the bottle of Seto’s shampoo from the side of the shower and poured a bit into my hand, scrubbing my hair with it. Would that make me smell like him? But the shampoo didn’t quite smell like Seto smelled. Maybe it was his cologne. Did he even wear cologne? I never saw him put it on and his scent wasn’t quite strong enough to be something like that. Geez, what has gotten into me? Why am I wondering about why a guy smells a certain way? I’ve changed for sure.
I could hear a faint knocking, so I slid the shower door open. “Is someone there?”
The door inched open and Seto’s head peeked in, “I just wanted to ask you if-”
He just stood there, staring at me. It’s not like I was modest or anything, so I hadn’t exactly covered up like a girl when he opened the door.
I laughed a bit, “Like what you see?” I struck a pose, grinning.
Flustered and blushing like crazy, Seto’s head disappeared and the door slammed shut.
What the hell? Wasn’t he going to ask me something? Oh well. If it was important enough, he’d come back eventually. I guess it probably wasn’t the best thing to do, considering what I was just thinking about. Seto didn’t like anything sexual at all, at least that’s the impression I got from past experiences with him.
I quickly finished my shower and threw my clothes on, using Seto’s brush to detangle my messy blond hair. I’m sure he’d kill me if he ever found out.
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Seto hadn’t been in his room so I just followed the scent of breakfast until I reached the dining room downstairs. I looked less-than-wonderful in my blue jeans and plain white t-shirt, but it’s not like Seto would be impressed with anything I wore.
“We’re going shopping later.” Seto informed me, popping a fork full of egg into his mouth.
Mokuba giggled, his chair significantly closer to Seto’s end of the table than it was last night. “Oooh, can I go too, big brother! I can help pick out the clothes!”
“You don’t think I’d do a good job?”
“No matter how you look at it, Jou just wouldn’t look right in the things that you wear. Everyone has their own style.” Mokuba held up an index finger as he explained his point.
“This is my style.” I glared at the younger Kaiba. Were they trying to say that I was a bad dresser? Well, compared to Seto I was, but that didn’t mean I was horrible over all!
“Jou,” Mokuba sighed and shook his head, “That’s not style! You look like some homeless guy that Seto took in out of charity!”
“Mokuba-”
“No, it’s okay Seto.” I held my hand up to keep Seto from scolding his younger, bratty brother, “Let’s see what this kid can pick out for me later.”
“Alright, but for now you need to sit down and eat because we need to get our things together and head over to meet our class.” He pulled out the chair that was on the other side of him, across from Mokuba, “I’m never late, you know.”
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We arrived 10 minutes early.
“Oh wonderful!” Ms. Asuka rushed towards the two of us, “Since the two of you have been absent for the past couple of days, I was worried that you wouldn’t make an appearance today!” She smiled and neither of us said a word. “You two can change into your swimsuits in that poolhouse right over there!” She pointed to a small building on the other side, “There are changing rooms inside.”
“You go on ahead, Jou. I need to talk to Ms. Asuka for a moment.” Seto looked nervous.
On the limo ride over, Seto had informed me that he decided to wear a shirt along with his swimming trunks (he already owned a pair since he had a hot tub and swimming pool in his backyard, so he definitely didn’t wear the ones I had picked out). He told me that he was going to explain to Ms. Asuka. Whether he was going to tell her the real reason for wearing it was another story.
“Alright.” I hurried off to the poolhouse, claiming a changing room as my own and quickly emerging with nothing but my trunks on.
“Jou!” I heard from nearby. It was definitely Honda’s voice.
I turned to my right and there they all were, all of my friends. “Hey guys!”
“We were wondering if you were going to show up today.” Anzu smiled, her body even less appealing in a bikini than it was in her school uniform.
“Yeah, we’re both here.” Seto announced, walking past them and into the changing room that I had just come out of. Well that was random.
He didn’t look particularly pissed off, so I guess that everything went well with Ms. Asuka.
“Is he gonna wear the trunks you picked out for him?” Yuugi asked, grinning.
“Nah, he already had his own pair at home. Oh, and don’t get all excited, Yami, he’s also going to be wearing a shirt.”
“Why’s that?” Ryou asked, tilting his head. He was also wearing a shirt, but that was likely due to his albinism.
“Uhhh . . .” What was the name of that skin cancer he told me about?
“Maybe I just don’t want my good looks to distract everyone.” Seto had opened the door and was now leaning on the doorframe. Damn his legs looked good.
“Even so, it looks like Jounouchi is going to be distracted anyway.” Ryou giggled. I swear he’s actually a flat-chested female.
“Aww man! Kaiba’s going to wear a shirt? That’s so unfair!” A few sluts errrr, I mean a few girls from our class looked really disappointed.
Seto simply rolled his eyes, refusing to even look at them, and left the poolhouse. I followed at his heels and my friends were all in a clump right behind me. Since Seto was wearing a white shirt, he probably wouldn’t be getting in the pool. If the shirt got wet, it would probably be translucent enough to see the scars along his back. They weren’t that dark, but there was always a possibility that they would be seen and Seto wasn’t dumb enough to take that kind of chance.
“I guess you won’t be getting in, huh? Won’t you get bored?”
“I’ll just sit on the side and hang my legs in the water. We can always go swimming back at my house, right?”
“You guys are staying at the Kaiba mansion already?” Yuugi asked, hopping into the pool next to where we were standing, “We’re all switching places after this event. Sure must be nice to be able to stay in a mansion, Jou, especially considering what you’re used to!”
“Yeah, don’t get lost!” Honda teased, hopping in beside Yuugi and effectively splashing those of us still on dry land.
The rest of us jumped in, save for Seto who just sat down on the edge of the pool beside us and hung his legs inside. Seto had always looked pale to me, but now that he was out in the natural sunlight and wearing a white shirt, he looked even more pale than I had thought. He looked almost sickly. Granted, he wasn’t quite as ghostly as Ryou or Bakura, but he was whiter than your typical white guy ought to be. Perhaps I would make him go swimming more often so that he could get some color to him.
“Let’s go further in!” Anzu called out, floating out toward the middle of the pool while still facing the rest of us.
Everyone excitedly cheered and began splashing and swimming and carrying on as they went to meet up with her. I, on the other hand, had no intention of following them.
“Why aren’t you going with your friends?”
“There are plenty of them to keep each other company. I’m not going to leave you by yourself.”
“You shouldn’t ignore your friends.”
“Exactly, which is why I’m staying here with you.” I grinned up at him and he just closed his eyes and sighed lightly before opening them again. He gazed out at nothing in particular.
As I glanced up at Seto from my place in the water, I realized that he looked . . . younger. The light reflecting off the water was also reflecting off of his eyes, making them appear more playful and innocent. His shorts and short sleeves also made him look more-
Wait . . . short sleeves?
My eyes darted down to his wrists only to discover one strategically-placed sweatband on each wrist. He was great at thinking ahead.
“Quit staring, Jounouchi.” Seto snapped, eyes in a half-hearted glare.
I gave him a funny look. Even though my friends had pretty much been told about us, he still intended to act like his usual self in front of everyone else. They weren’t even in hearing distance!
“That’s how it’s going to be, huh?”
“Yeah; I don’t like attracting attention.” He stared down at his feet as he slowly moved them around beneath the surface of the pool.
“Riiiight. That’s why you shut down an entire city for a tournament, or why you hung outside of a mid-air helicopter just to announce that you were having said tournament! Or, better yet, when you had a blimp flying over with a big-ass T.V. on it so you could randomly pop up and make announcements.”
“Yeah, well . . .” He blushed a little, “I don’t like negative attention.”
“You think people were saying positive things about that?” I taunted him, smiling all the while. Seto used one of his submerged legs to splash me.
Thinking back, I was one of those people that was saying negative things about Seto all the time, especially when he made such a flashy announcement for his tournament and then dared to not even invite me.
I lifted myself out of the water and sat next to him. “Is this okay?” Wouldn’t want to cramp his style or anything . . .
“Yeah.” He was staring at his feet again, “Maybe . . . maybe I don’t really care if those lunatics figure us out.”
“Maybe?”
“Yeah, maybe.”
He said that a lot. Many times when it sounded like he didn’t want to say something, he would always say that ‘maybe’ he thought a certain thing. It was always just maybe with him. He never used to talk like that, not to anyone. I think that perhaps he feels certain emotions and has certain thoughts and he just isn’t sure exactly what to make of them. He seems so confused about what he actually thinks about things. Interpreting emotions doesn’t exactly seem to be his strong point.
“Heh, you’re an interesting person, you know that? I mean, when it comes to technology and book-smarts, you know just about everything there is to know . . . but when it’s about people or even your own feelings, you’re clueless.” A part of me wished that I hadn’t said those words. I was reminded of when Anzu said something similar back on top of Pegasus’ castle.
“Feelings and emotions lead to hesitation and failure.”
“Whose words are those?” Though I asked, I wasn’t surprised when he didn’t respond; he didn’t have to. I knew very well that those weren’t his words, but that they belonged to Kaiba Gozaburo. How is it that the things that man said have become so ingrained in his mind?
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Everyone was having a good time, laughing and carrying on while splashing one another. Seto and I stayed in our little spot and I was constantly getting in and out of the pool, though currently I was on one of my ‘sitting on the edge’ segments. Seto remained seated in the edge, pulling out his feet at intervals so they wouldn’t get ‘pruned’. Honestly, he could be such a priss . . . but he’s a hot priss, so it’s okay. The two of us mostly gossiped about certain students that were there. We talked about the females that definitely should not wear two-pieces and the guys that needed to lose a few tons. Seto almost seemed like a normal 18-year-old guy for a change.
Someone had started up a grill and was cooking hot dogs and hamburgers. The smell was making me hungry even though it had only been a few hours since breakfast. My mind flashed with memories of getting Seto to eat fastfood.
“Ah, brings back memories . . .” I said out loud, actually expecting Seto to not understand.
“Horrible memories.” A disgusted look crossed his face as he shivered in respone. Oh, so he was thinking the same thing, haha!
Ms. Asuka, in a one-piece thank the gods, came up behind Seto, leaning down and placing her hands on his shoulders. She was brave for touching him, I must say. Seto, on the other hand, looked slightly startled at the sudden contact and I almost could have sworn that he went cross-eyed for a split second. I had to keep myself from laughing at the thought.
“Is everything okay? No one is bothering you, right?” Her eyes darted from him, to me, and back to him. Ew, bitch. Seto, on the other hand, never once looked at her.
“I’m fine. The only one that is bothering me right now is you.”
“Everything is cool,” I informed her, even though she was kind of insulting me right now, “I am Seto’s partner you know.” I grinned at the double entendre of ‘partner’.
“I just wanted to check . . .” She finally sulked away towards the students at the grill. Knowing those idiots, they’d probably already somehow managed to burn themselves.
“Awwwwww! She was worried about you, Set-chan!” I leaned into him childishly.
Seto reached an arm behind my back and promptly shoved me into the water. “Swim, mutt.”
“Oh yeah?” I dunked my head completely under water and then resurfaced, climbing back out and then proceeded to shake like a wet dog.
Seto held up his arms, his eyes clenched tightly shut, “What the fuck, Jou?!”
I grinned stupidly, “Well, that’s what wet dogs do, isn’t it?”
“Ugh, you really are a dog. Anyways . . . what was up with that?”
“With what?”
“Don’t think I didn’t catch on to your use of the word ‘partner’. You might have thought it was clever, but you’ll have to bet much better than that for it to go over my head.” He folded his arms.
I just laughed.
“Hey Jou?” He suddenly looked puzzled as his eyes gazed out over the water.
“Yeah?”
“Are those people in our class?” He nodded his head in the direction of the group in question.
“I don’t think so. I guess that the pool isn’t closed for our use only. I’m pretty sure that it’s open to whoever wants to use it.” There hadn’t been anyone but our classmates for the first couple of hours, but I suppose that other people were finally waking up and decided to go swimming. I guess that Seto wasn’t too comfortable with strangers seeing him there.
“Oh.” He stood up slowly, dusting off his cute ass.
“Where are you going?” I asked, instantly feeling lonely.
“I have to piss.”
I pointed at the pool.
“No fucking way.” Though he sounded grossed-out, he smiled just a little bit. Seto actually had a decent sense of humor. With that, he wandered toward the poolhouse.
I took this moment to slide back into the water and over to my friends.
“Look who decided to join us.” Honda elbowed me in the side, “Did you have fun just sitting there like a lame-ass?”
“We were talking the whole time, asshole, and of course I had fun.” I shot him a glare, though I can’t say that I really meant it. Honda had always been one of my best friends. We used to get in trouble together all the time before we befriended Yuugi and Anzu . . . not that we ever truly befriended Anzu. She kinda came along with the Yuugi package . . . excuse the totally unintended pun.
Yuugi smiled his usual smile, “I think it’s great that the two of you get along so well now. It’s hard to believe that the two of you used to absolutely despise each other.”
Anzu scoffed, “I still think Kaiba’s an asshole. He thinks he’s hot stuff with all of that money. You all heard what he said when we asked him why he was wearing a shirt! Honestly! He’s so full of himself.”
I think that’s the first time I’ve ever wanted to beat a female to a bloody pulp.
“Speaking of Kaiba,” Ryou chimed before I even got the chance to retaliate, “What’s he running from?” He pointed behind me and I turned around to see . . .
. . . Seto hauling some serious ass toward the pool.
As we watched, he slipped on the wet concrete and started falling backwards.
“Seto!” I called out, while the others yelled ‘Kaiba!’ instead. We rushed towards him, as quickly as the water would allow. Luckily, some stranger caught him from behind, preventing him from hitting the ground.
We all climbed out to approach Seto and the stranger.
My heart was racing, and Seto also looked a bit shaken. No, scratch that; Seto looked horrified. He was shaking like a frightened animal and his eyes were huge. What’s more is that he had yet to stand up straight even though he had not fallen. He just stayed in that same position, apparently in shock.
“Don’t worry, I caught him.” A smile came to the stranger’s face as he looked up from staring down at Seto, his grey eyes laughing, “Don’t worry, Ka-tsu-ya.”
No. Fucking. Way.
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