Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Clear Vision ❯ Chapter Sixth ( Chapter 6 )

Clear Vision

A Seto/Joey fanfic by subaruxkamui4ever

Uh…I am so sick. My nose won't stop running, and my throat hurts. I feel like crap. But still, I bring to you the puppyshipping! I just really want to know what happens. Recently, I have become absolutely obsessed with a particular sort of Seto/Joey fic that hasn't really been fully explored yet. Here's the basic plot. Joey is an… ahem…exotic dancer (cough) and perhaps /prostitute. He's run away from his Father and has no other way of making enough money. Seto, through some impossible chance, finds out, freaks out, then realizes that what he really wants is a lap dance. All of this whilst the both of them slowly fall in love, and in the end, Seto rescues Joey from his filthy and self destructive lifestyle, and they live happily ever after. Ahhh….I just love it. And there's next to nothing like this. I've read, like, three, and they were so good, I need more. But there is no more! So…if you guys aren't doing anything later tonight…maybe if you get bored…you could…you know…type a little somethin-somethin? For me? Pretty please….?

I came back to consciousness slowly and peacefully, a few hours later. I spent awhile in that blissful state that lies between opening your eyes and realizing that you're awake, drifting in and out of sound reason. It had been so long since I'd had a good restful sleep, with no nightmares or intrusive visions to plague my subconscience. Wait…what? The thought stirred my flighty mind into a more coherent state. I hadn't had a vision. Or a nightmare…or anything at all. My first reaction was very positive, I smiled triumphantly and stuck my fist in the air above my face in a victory punch. Good riddance, I thought. But after a moment of thinking, my smile faded and I grew more serious. What if they really were gone for good? Wasn't that what I had wanted all this time? I wasn't so sure anymore. Yes, they had been literally ripping my life apart for some time now, but these were my memories. This was all I had left of the person I had been. And I still fully believed that it was no coincidence that they came to me at all. It was a message from myself, and not just the person I was in a life long gone. This was direct contact with the person I have always been, and always will be, until the end of time itself. The very essence of my being. No matter how many lifetimes we lead, or how many people we have been, there is always, at the very core of your soul, the You that will always be unchanged through time. And I was desperately trying to remind myself that I had a promise to keep.

Grinning, I tilted my head to the side to see what Seto looked like in the morning, a thought that amused me terribly. He was always so…together. Not a stray hair or a wrinkle in sight. Looking at the place next to me, where he had been asleep earlier, I realized that he was gone. Seeing this, I sat up quickly, and looked around for any signs of life. There were none. I slowly sat back down on the bed. Now what, I thought. Should I go look for him? After a few moments I concluded that I probably shouldn't. However, I thought that what I should do is get something to eat. After the earlier events, I realized how long it had been since I'd last eaten. Thinking about that only made me twice as hungry, so I got out of bed and proceeded towards the door. I had never actually been outside Seto's room this whole time, so I had no idea where the food might be located, but at this point…oooh, it hurt. Turning the doorknob, I cracked the door open slightly and peeked through the slit I had made. I could see a long, somewhat dark hallway that ended in a door. That couldn't be the way. Getting slightly braver, I widened the crack so that I could poke my head out and peer around the door itself. That way led to…a staircase. Perfect. That had to be the way. I became far too exited. I pulled my head back into the room, thinking about all the kinds of things that Seto must keep in his kitchen. I mean, he was rich, right? He probably had a giant kitchen, like a stadium, so that even when he was cooking breakfast you could still hear him laughing maniacally at nothing at all, echoing all around. Chuckling at the thought, I swung the door wide open and rushed out of the room, only to come into harsh contact with something immediately. I was in such a hurry that the force of the impact threw me to the ground, and I immediately sat up and looked to see what I had done. There in front of me, lying on the ground just as I was, Seto Kaiba.

"Oh, Seto! I'm sorry," I said immediately, and I stood up quickly and stepped over to him, offering a hand. He took it, and I pulled him up to his feet. After he was steady, he looked at my hand in his, and I realized that I just hadn't let go of it yet. He looked at me with eyes completely devoid of opinion, and waited to see what I would do. I pulled my hand out of his, and looked away. "Sorry…" I mumbled softly. He remained the same, and if he heard me, he gave no indication. Then he spoke.

"Where were you off to in such a hurry? Giving up after all?" he challenged. I looked back into his face and saw the questioning gaze. He really did want to know if I was leaving or not. He gave no indication of his preference in my answer, but at least he was interested. I smirked authoritatively and slowly walked past him. I saw him turn as he watched me saunter down the hall, waiting for an answer. "You wish, moneybags," I called back, still continuing towards the staircase. "I'm just making myself at home."

The house was breathtaking. As I stepped down towards the bottom floor, I could take in a lot of the main house all at once. I had never seen so many breakable things in all my life, let alone all in the same house. Everything was beautiful, from the ceiling to the floor, but there was the same empty feeling here as there was in Seto's bedroom. It seemed…not lived in. Nothing here could be touched or played with, it was just another display of his disgusting wealth, which brought him no satisfaction whatsoever. But still…I could get used to this. When I reached the bottom of the staircase, I debated on whether to go right or left. Looking down both ways, each one seemed as though it might contain a kitchen somewhere. I stood there, unsure of what to do, when Seto came out from behind me and took a right, not pausing to even give me a sign that he noticed I was there, and lost. I hadn't even heard him coming down the steps. I wondered if he would get mad if I followed him. After a moment, I decided that I didn't care if he did or not. And I was still really hungry. I took off in the direction he had gone in, rushing to catch up.

AN: Go Joey! Never give up, never surrender! I'm so proud of him. I was hoping he wouldn't crack under all the pressure I was putting on him. I knew he was a strong guy. I really like the way Seto's acting as well. It seems like he's always just waiting to see what Joey will do next. It's nice to see him let go of some of those control issues. Now strip, Joey! STRIP! Oh, God, I'm so sick….