Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Healing Touch ❯ Chapter 9

Part: 9/16

 

Pairing: Pegasus/ Seto Kaiba

 

Feedback: Yes. as always.

 

Disclaimers: You should know by now what goes here by now. Don't own, bla bla bla, don't sue me, Bla bla bla. Got no money....

 

Warnings: OCCness

 

 

 

Pegasus started to avoid that room. It was just too tempting. He had found himself at that door many nights. Just outside, wondering if his Seto was asleep yet. Whimpering sounds from beyond the locked steal told him that the teen was. He had to fight himself not to go through that door. Because he knew what he would do if he did. He would crawl into bed with the boy and hold him. He would try to protect Seto from his nightmares. From there he knew one thing would definitely lead to another. He couldn't let that happen. As much as he wanted to sleep with Seto, he wouldn't. He wasn't going to do anything to his angel. Not until Seto asked for it.

 

That asking seemed a long way off. Only thing the boy ever requested was that Pegasus curl up and die. Other than that, the boy was silent. Silent and angry.

 

He still popped in during the daylight hours, to try and get Seto to eat. The boy was determined though. He had set his mind on starving himself, and lack of food didn't seem to damper his enthusiasm. Or his anger. So far, Seto had ignored him, threw fully loaded trays at him, and even tried to stab him with a plastic spoon. Failure after failure, Pegasus would leave to try again. He was starting to think that Seto was unreachable. That his angel had fallen too far.

 

Then there were other times. Times like today. Times when he'd come in to see Seto staring at the door, thinking hard. Probably trying to think of ways to escape. He had come in, a little later than usual. Seto looked at him, and for a second, Pegasus had sworn he had seen a relieved look on the boy's face. It was almost like Seto was glad to see him.

 

Pegasus pulled an apple out of his pocket. Seto eyed it for a second. “I told you, I'm not hungry.”

 

The businessman smiled. He did it to hide the fact that he was afraid for Seto. He didn't like the condition the boy was in. The teen had been thin before, but now he was dangerously so. His hair was limp and lifeless. His eyes held none of their usual fire. “It isn't for you, Kaiba-boy.” He remarked, taking a deep bite out of it. “It's for me.”

 

His angel looked away. Seemed reverse psychology didn't work either. “Don't insult my intelligence, Pegasus. You should be smart enough to know that I wouldn't fall for that!”

 

Pegasus stopped smiling. He had to come up with a new approach. Her couldn't think of anything, so he let his heart do the talking. “Seto, you have to eat. If you don't, you'll die.”

 

“Then I die.” The teen stated, coldly. Leave it to his Seto to sound so uncaring about his own demise.

 

“Think about it, Seto. Mokuba wouldn't want you to die. And neither do I. God only knows how much I want you to keep on living.”

 

The boy blinked. His little brother? How could he have been so stupid! His brother needed him. He had to be strong for the people who needed him. He had to be strong for Mokuba. For Pegasus. Seto blinked again. Where did that just come from? He hated Pegasus. At least he thought he did, didn't he? And when had the man started calling him by his first name? He'd put a stop to that at least.

 

“When did I give you permission to call me by my first name, Pegasus!” He demanded, standing.

 

Pegasus couldn't help but notice how unsteady Seto was. The boy was going to collapse soon. He moved closer, anticipating the catch. He covered the move by speaking. He knew Seto was too weak to pay attention to both. “What? Oh, that. What would you rather me call you?” There was no answer. Strange. Seto was still upright. Poor boy was probably fighting to remain steady. “I said,” He inched closer. “What would you rather I call you, Kaiba-boy?”

 

Seto's knees buckled and he lurched forwards. Pegasus stopped his decent. “Seto.” He shook the boy. The teen was too far out of it to answer. “Damn stubborn, stupid boy!” But not so far gone not to hear that.

 

“You wouldn't say that--if I were stronger, Maximillion.” His reply was weak.

 

Pegasus blinked. Seto- his Seto- has stopped calling him Pegasus. That, at least was progress. He scooped the boy up. “Don't try to fight me. I'm taking you to the kitchen.”

 

“I'm not--” Seto didn't finish. He lay against Pegasus's chest. A second later he was out. Not unconscious, as Pegasus had feared. Just asleep, face nuzzled into the crook of his neck. It might have been his imagination, but the white haired man swore he saw a slight upturn to Seto's lips.

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED