Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Darkness ❯ Moving Out ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter Three: Moving out.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu- Gi -Oh, because if I did, they'd all be doing something much more interesting then playing cards.

 

It's interesting that people always say `the grass is greener on the other side'. I'd never really thought about that quote, it had never mattered much to me, because I had thought that I'd never be able to glimpse let alone eat the grass on the other side. But sitting in a limo, with Seto Kaiba, and my own mini bar, I realized that I was on the other side of the hill, surrounded by the grass I never though I'd get to eat.

 

“Mutt, stop staring at the bourbon, I'm not going to let you drink it.”

 

I sighed and rolled my eyes, looking over at the grumpy CEO, who sat beside me.

 

“I'm not going to down my sorrows, moneybags. It ain't my style.” Yeah like, I'd be able to afford to drink any way. Of course my dad somehow was able to do it, but I wasn't about to try.

 

“Mutt, after what happened today, I don't think I'm about to let up.” He hissed and growling under his breath, he turned back to the window.

 

Oh, fricking great, I just made my savior angry…does that I mean I have to apologies? No freaking way, there is no way in the hell I'm apologizing to that overbearing, control freak of a man….no. way.

 

“Look, Kaiba, I'm….I'm sorry okay. I didn't mean to drag you into my personal life…if you pull over, I'll get out right now, so you won't have to-“I drifted off. I always had to contradict myself didn't I? I couldn't just make up my mind and then act on it. No! I had to act on my feelings, the stupid things that'll never leave me alone. Why couldn't I be more like Kaiba, with no emotions of cares? Why couldn't I have a mini bar with bourbon?

 

“So I won't what, mutt?”

 

I blinked out of my daydream of a naked Kaiba serving me a beer, and glanced over at him with a blush smeared across my nose.

 

“Uh…what?” Damn me and my forgetful mind.

 

Apparently he had had enough, because the next thing I new we were five centimeters apart, his icy cold eyes burrowing into mine with hatred akin to the anger of a vampire without blood.

 

“Stop fucking with me mutt!” he snapped, grabbing the collar of my shirt and pulling us closer, if that was possible. We were now three centimeters apart. And yes, I was counting.

 

He hadn't picked a very good way of getting my attention. If you were going to get a dog to focus do you shove its favorite food in its face? Yes, I know, I just called my self a dog, but that wasn't what I was getting at!

 

My eyes glued to his lips, I didn't reply, obviously my mind somewhere else. So he just raved on.

 

“First off, what the hell is going on? You were fine yesterday! What the hell could have happened to make such a drastic change? And what the hell was all that bull about not seeing and love?!”

 

I felt like laughing. Yeah, I'd found out that I was going blind, and that I didn't have a hope in hell to get the money for the operation, and yeah I'd become a drama queen part way through class and broke out in tears, and that I'd mistakenly told the one guy I love that I liked him and I was gay, in a…round about way. But I was, at that very second, wrapped in his scent, his eyes on mine, his breath on my lips, and both our beating hearts, pounding as one. I was in heaven. A sort of twisted heaven where we really having another fight, but to me I was being hailed as an angel and given a gift for putting up with all the crap in my life.

 

His eyes dropped to my lips then back to my eyes. I knew it! he liked me! this is the best day of my life! Now all we needed was the perfect kiss and make-out scene, for my life to be complete.

 

Of course that's not how it turned out.

 

The next thing I new I was being thrown across the limo, with a freaked multi-billionaire glaring at me and a broken bottle of bourbon leaking into my pants.

 

Greaaat.

 

 

Obviously we have established it wasn't the favorite car ride of my life, actually it ranked in the `never experience again' category. So after enduring sticky, damp, and very uncomfortable jeans through the fifteen minutes of silence and death glares, I had decided it was best to just come out and say it.

 

“Kaiba, my pants are wet.”

 

I had the sudden urge to bash my head into a brick wall. For some strange and unforeseen reason, what ever came out of my mouth, never seemed to be the thing I was planning on saying at that moment in time.

 

 

Okay, so after the argument that followed my little comment, we finally made it to Kaiba s house. To answer your questions, yes, I'd been there before, and yes, I had spent plenty of time admiring it. But no matter how many times I pulled up to the beautiful mansion, with all its glory, it seemed to catch my breath and steal it for scant seconds. Just the fact that this was where Kaiba lived, and he designed it, and loved it and…painted it blue, made me want to…. cry.

Yes cry, because I'd never see it again. In the next two weeks, I'd slowly drift from my vision, so, one day, I would wake up and look up to see the beauty that Kaiba called home…and it wouldn't be there.

 

“Mutt…what are you staring at?” Kaiba asked. He was obviously confused by my behavior, he had his arms crossed and a frown furrowed his brow. I wanted to kiss the wrinkles away. Another thing I would never experience.

 

I looked away from the glory of a house, and stared at my tattered shoes. From a jewel to a rock.

 

“Its nothing Kaiba, forget about it.”

 

Hopefully I can do it too. Forget about all that what I will never see.

 

A crystal of a tear formed at the corner of my eyes and tracked its slow course down my face. Time to start a new chapter of my life, the one dedicated to Darkness.

 

 

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