Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Clear Vision ❯ Chapter Seventh ( Chapter 7 )

Clear Vision

A Seto/Joey fanfic by subaruxkamui4ever

Hey, hey HEY! How's everyone doing? I'm fine! As in not sick (yay!). Thanks to everyone who wished me well, it worked! You guys are good at this. OK, I have a question for you all. I know you're all busy writing your slutty Joey stories for me (smile?), but I need to know. It is a matter of dearest import. Can anyone tell me where I can find the Kaiba Corp. Grand Prix episodes on the internet or something? I've found almost all the pharaoh's memories episodes with little to no trouble, which I think is weird, since those are newer, but whatever. I have to see them. Or I will die. It's very simple, really. Anyone who can tell me will get, well, whatever they want. Name your poison.

And now, I present to you….this chapter!

I took off in the direction he had gone in, rushing to catch up. "Seto, wait up," I called out as soon as I had him in my sight. If he heard me, he didn't show it. He kept walking across the room at a brisk pace, with me trailing behind him. I caught up with him finally and took up his pace, walking alongside him. Watching his face for a reaction, I spoke. "Hey, where were you this morning? You weren't there when I woke up." Wearing a disappointed face, I waited for his answer. He didn't say a word, nor did he notice the effort I was putting into my expression. He sharply turned into an open doorway, as if trying to lose me in chase. "Hey, wait!" I yelled, backtracking a few steps hurriedly to follow him. I went through the same doorway and stopped. He was standing silently, waiting for me to enter the room. Looking past his still figure, I realized that he had lead me to the kitchen. It wasn't as big as I had imagined earlier, but it was still bigger than any other I had ever seen. "Is this what you were trying to find?" he asked me, folding his arms over his chest. I nodded. "Well, then, if you'll excuse me…" he brushed past me and headed back the way we had come.

"Hey, aren't you going to answer me?" I asked him, hoping he wouldn't ignore me and continue. I had to find a way to keep him in here. There wasn't any way that I could help our situation if he was planning on running away whenever he saw me. He stopped in the doorway, without turning around, and was silent. I sighed inwardly, this was a long road I had chosen. But still, this was my choice. I didn't have to be here, with this boy who obviously had no wish to share a single thing with anyone. And I was asking him to share his entire life with me. But still, I had to wonder about his true intentions. Was he really going to let me walk around his home as I pleased, sleeping in his bed, intruding on his life? Had he even thought about me at all? Or was he just following his regular pattern, regardless of whether I was there or not? If that was the case, who was to say he wouldn't throw me out as soon as I was found to be too inconvenient for his lifestyle? But then, wouldn't have already done it? My mind swam with hundreds of possible outcomes while we stood there, in silence. Finally, he spoke.

"I wasn't there when you woke up. That's all you need to know. I feel no obligation to answer to you every time I do something you didn't want or expect." The voice I heard was coolly executed, as if he had been planning to say those words in that way. As if he knew what I was going to ask, before I asked him. I wasn't satisfied with his answer, however, and I pressed on. "I never said you did. I was just, I wanted to know where you had gone. I was concerned…" I was still speaking to the back of his head. I knew that if I tried to make him face me, he would get angry or maybe leave, so I let him be. I had a funny feeling about the whole situation, especially since I'd realized that I hadn't dreamt of him at all, and I somehow knew that he had an answer. "Tell me…"

He didn't speak at first, so I patiently waited, knowing that he was listening, waiting for me to move or continue. I did neither, and was as still as he was. The seconds slowed to days between us, as we stood in silence. Until he broke it.

"I…had a dream. A nightmare, really. It woke me up before you, but I couldn't go back to sleep. And I didn't want to…wake you. So I went to my office to work for awhile." He turned so he could see me, looking at my face to gauge my reaction. I tried not to betray my feelings of what he had told me, keeping my face devoid of emotion, although I doubted it was as effective as he could be at that game. "Satisfied?" he asked me, as if it had been a great burden for him to tell me. "Yes," I replied. I wasn't going to dig at it anymore, at least not right now. He had actually told me what I asked him to, and I didn't want to do anything that would deter him from doing it again. But did it mean what I thought it might? By nightmare did he mean…? I immediately shook the thought from my head. Right now I had to do something to keep his attention, to keep him from running out of the room like I knew he would in seconds.

"So…are you hungry?" I asked. He gazed into my face after I asked him, apparently expecting a very different response from his confession. I think he expected me to make a very huge deal out of it, which was probably why he didn't want to tell me. I looked at him calmly and continued. "Because if you are, I can make you something to eat. That is, as soon as I figure out what you have in here." I smiled at him and walked towards the fridge, not removing my eyes from his face, waiting for an answer. He assumed his usual grimace and replied, "I'm not."

I laughed out loud. I couldn't help it, he looked so cute like that. He was so grumpy. Hearing my laughter, he scowled and placed his hands on his hips. "What's so funny?" he demanded. "You!" I exclaimed, trying not to become hysterical. When my laughter subsided, I turned to him and spoke. "You always look so angry about everything. I bet you're even angry that you have to eat to stay alive! Come on, you'll eat with me whether you like it or not. When was the last time you ate, anyway?"

He strode over to the table in the center of the room and sat in one of the chairs. "At school, on Friday," he answered. I turned away from the fridge where I had been searching for something I knew how to prepare, and I walked over to the table where he sat. Pulling a chair out and sitting down in it backwards, I looked into his face, resting my chin on my hands, leaning against the back of the chair. "Seto, you know that isn't good for you…" I knew that he would have nothing good to say in response to my statement, so I continued before he could. "Well, I guess you're lucky that I'm here. Now you'll eat all the time, just like me. You'll eat what I cook for you, won't you?" He had been looking at the table, or at least in the direction of the table, eyes unfocused, until I asked him that. As soon as the words left my mouth, he turned his head to look at me. I got the feeling that, at first, he had been planning on saying something hurtful or inconsiderate. However, when his gaze met mine, he saw something in my eyes that made him pause, if only for a moment. He blinked, and he turned his head away again, looking at the table once more. Closing his eyes, he responded.

"I suppose…" He left it at that, which was all I needed. Perhaps the cause wasn't lost after all. Whatever he had dreamt about last night had changed him, maybe just slightly, but enough to give me hope. Even though he couldn't see my face, I smiled brightly at him. I was so happy. Happy that I could help him, that I could make a positive difference in his life. I never expected him to become another person. I had no intention or desire to change him. I just wanted him to be happy, in whatever way he found possible. Whether it involved me or not. Not to say that I didn't hope to whichever god would listen that he could find happiness in me. I just held his happiness to be more important than anything else in the world, far above my own. I needed to show him how much he really meant to me. That he was important to someone, even if he cared nothing for himself.

"What do you like for breakfast?" I asked quietly.

He sat up straight and looked pensive for a moment, trying to think of what he really wanted. A minute or so later, looked at me inquisitively and cocked his head to one side, confused. "I don't remember." He thought about how his response sounded and the corners of his mouth turned up in what could have been considered a smile, if you had been looking for it. I smiled in return, and stood up from my chair. Walking back to the fridge, I opened it and began to pull out all the things I would need.

"It's OK, we can have my favorite." Someday, everything would be all right.

AN: Uh..is this getting fluffy? Yeah, it's starting to taste like cotton candy. I think this is as fluffy as Seto can get without being OOC. Well, at the very least, no one is crying hysterically. It'll get angsty from here, I'm sure. Thanks to everyone for your fabulous reviews, they light up my life (remember that horrid song?). Review if you like, don't if you don't, you know the drill. If you review, tell me if you like the horrifyingly slow pace I'm writing this story in. I'm very picky when it comes to the lapsing of time, I don't like it when I'm reading something, and then it's like, 10 years later. I'm like, oh god, where did the time go? I'm so old now! I'm just hoping the story flows good.