Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Hostile Takeover ❯ Patient: Aten Bakari Ishtar ( Chapter 58 )

Jade: Sometimes you have to expect the unexpected….I never know when my characters are going to pop a new one on me.

Lady Elfskye: Well, all children have these times like Bakura and Aria. That actually was a nice foreshadowing scene.

bakachibi voidfox: Joey and seto will stay together.

Ryou's Mistress: You thought that chappie was the best? What about the suicide chappie????

IYYASHI: Joey was completely drunk, so he had more than balls to threaten Kaiba.

Terra: GO CHEESY WEINER!

Shadow of Light: The buillies are still going to follow aten and Robbie all their lives. Until Aten takes the life of one. Aria and Hayden will eventually have a truce. Aria, Umi, Robbie, and Aten are a group of friends. Hayden will be included in that group.

Marik Ishtar: Good idea with the left over food!

Joey rules: I update faithfully…unless an act of god happens.

Amane Bakura: I thought you would like Bakura's reaction. I'm still laughing.

Seto lover and Bakurasgirl worshipper: As scary as your idea with Anzu is, I think it would make an interesting plot. I like Anzu as the evil bitch.

Valea: *cuddles Ryou* MINE! hehehehe…

superJM: *hugs*

Bwuebewwy sugar princess: Seto's not too impressed.

Patient: Aten Bakari Ishtar

Seto opened his eyes to find himself still naked in the corner. Outside of his bedroom, the birds were singing and he could hear the horns from traffic below on the street.

The bedroom that held Joey that night had fallen silent.

Seto stood up and chose some clean clothes. He chose a pair of black pants with a black silk shirt. Seto grabbed his black belt and staggered into the bathroom.

Monique walked into the room and her mouth dropped when she saw Seto stumble into the bathroom naked. It wasn't anything new for her to see. After all, she cleaned their clothes, cleaned their love-stained sheets, and their damp towels.

Seto showered and dressed. After combing his hair back, he left the confines of his room and approached the room holding Joey captive.

He unlocked the door to the silent room and found Joey slowly waking on a couch.

Seto looked at the destruction around him.

The large mirror in the bedroom littered the floor with glass shards. Clothes were tossed and torn. The drawers in the bureaus were half-pulled out. Tables were smashed. The back of the door had no paint.

Seto's Ming vase was shattered into millions of pieces. The carpet was covered in vomit in some places and even the curtains had been pulled down and torn to shreds.

The room and all its contents were destroyed, but replaceable..except for Joey.

Seto walked up to Joey slowly as the blond rubbed his eyes. Seto looked at Joey's knuckles which had dried blood caked on them from the night's rampage. Seto walked into the bathroom connected to the room and grabbed some bandages and a wet towel. He returned to Joey and kneeled beside his lover.

Seto took Joey's hand and looked into the brown eyes. "Joey?"

Joey's eyes looked unfocused. "What? Where am I?"

Seto gently cleaned up Joey's knuckles. "Joey, you're home. With me."

Joey squinted his eyes. "Seto? Seto? Is that really you?"

Seto wrapped the knuckles in the bandages and sat at the edge of the couch. "Joey? Why?"

Joey grunted and rolled his eyes. "Why what?"

Seto lowered his head. "Why did you begin drinking again?"

Joey sat up and his body wavered as he caught his balance. "I don't know. Because….I guess because…..you hurt me."

Seto sighed. "I would not hurt you, Joey. After all we have been through, how can you even suggest that I would hurt you like that?"

Joey bit his lip and shook his head. "I didn't know, but it felt so….real."

Seto shifted beside Joey. "What felt real? Joey, tell me."

Joey rubbed his temples. "You…hovered above me. You entered me…"

"Joey, I was in the Shadow Realm."

Joey nodded. "I know. It just felt…so real. I looked into the mirror in the library. The reflection……was not me."

Seto turned to Joey. "Ryou told me that was his other yami, Aku. So you see, Joey, I could not have hurt you."

Joey closed his eyes tightly. "It was real to me, Seto. I know it was not you, but it felt so real."

Seto narrowed his eyes. "So, is that why you started drinking again?"

Joey turned his head away from his lover. "I saw my father hovering over me again. Do you remember when you first brought me off of the streets, Seto?"

Seto stood up and began to pace the room uncomfortably. "You were an alcoholic, Joseph."

Joey stood up with tears in his eyes. His entire body shook with frustration and anger. "What else do you expect from a kid who was given Jack Daniels in his baby bottle by his father? My mother never knew about my father's problem. He hid his problem quite well from everybody's eyes. My father used alcohol to get me in bed with him! He reeked of it when he slipped into bed and used me for his own pleasure!" Joey stepped back and looked at the floor. A jagged shard of glass lay at his feet. "When I left my father, drinking was a way for me to cope! It was a way to escape what happened to me! Alcohol was part of my life!"

Seto raised an angry fist to Joey. "But that isn't your life anymore! You are with me, dammit! We have Mokuba and Hayden to watch over! Mokuba may be my little brother, but I made a promise to my mother as they lowered her casket into the Kaiba crypt that I would look after my brother and protect him from anything and everything that may cause him harm!" Seto stepped back, afraid of what he might do to his lover standing at an arm's length away. "Do you know how hard it was for me to explain to Hayden that his daddy was sick? Joey, you should have seen the heartbreak on his little face! It was enough to melt ice. He was so…….sad. He was so afraid of you, Joey, because you had become his uncle. You had become everything he was trying so hard to forget!" Seto fell to his knees, sobbing. "You made Hayden cry, Joey Wheeler. You made the son who loves you…..afraid. Joey, he was so worried about you! He held onto me as if I was all he had left in this world! I had to hold our five-year-old son and tell him that you were going to be okay. Joey, he didn't want to leave me alone with you."

"Where is Hayden?"

Seto shook his head. "Mokuba and Hayden are with Ryou. I could not have them here with you destroying this place last night. Poor Hayden, he was shaking….scared him out of his little mind. Joey, you will have to quit the bottle again."

Joey wrapped his arms around himself. "It was bad the last time I tried coming off of the booze, Seto. You remember what it was like."

Seto unbuttoned his shirt and opened it up. On his chest was a long scar. "Joey, even after you gave me this scar, I never left you. I never told you to leave. Puppy, please don't leave me again. I need you. OUR son, Hayden, needs you. Mokuba needs you. We all need you in our lives. This place is not home without you, Joey."

Joey sat down on the couch and began crying once again. "I'm so sorry, Seto! I never meant to hurt Hayden!"

Seto walked over to Joey and ran his hands through the blond hair. "We've been through this before, Joey. We can do this together again."

A knock on the door came and Monique entered. "Mr. Kaiba, sir? Your friend Ryou Bakura just called. He needs you to call him."

"Thank you, Monique. Let's see what Ryou wants."

Seto and Joey went to Seto's office. Seto picked up the phone.

"Ryou?"

[Seto? When are you planning on picking up Hayden and Mokuba?]

"I can send Donny over for them."

[Is everything okay over there?]

"Yes, Ryou. I'll send Donny over."

[Fine. Aten has an appointment with Dr. Chapman in a couple of hours.]

"Dr. Chapman? Heart doctor?"

[No. He's a psychologist.]

"What's his number?"

[555-1039. I heard a lot about him and Aten needs someone to talk about what happened to him.]

"Thanks, Ryou."

[Anytime. Aria, no! Don't eat that!] The phone got disconnected.

Seto hung up the phone. "Joey, I think you should go to this doctor. Ryou is sending Aten to a psychologist and I think it may be the best thing for you."

Joey shook his head. "I don't know."

"Maybe we should look into this for Hayden. Hayden has been through a lot."

"We should, but only if he wants to."

Seto nodded and called Donny's number. "True. We can leave it up to him."

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Aten laid on his back playing with his Magnadoodle. Ryou saw as he was putting his socks on that his ankles were a little swollen. Ryou elevated his feet and put him on the couch to relax until his appointment with Chapman.

He used the little pen device to draw a picture of a forest. He raised an eyebrow at the shadows he created within the forest. He drew eyes hidden in the bushes and the trees. The shadows loomed over the ground and cast threatening images on the ground. Aten pulled the little lever aside and drew again.

Hayden sat on the floor playing with his toy car. He had packed all of his belongings. Mokuba read a book with Aria in the corner when Donny arrived. Donny took the kids back to KaibaCorp.

The phone rang and Bakura answered it.

"Yeah? What do you want?"

[Bakura, can't you say 'Hello' when you pick up the phone?] Malik Ishtar's voice came over the line.

Bakura took a deep breath. "Look, Hikari Ishtar, we have to get Aten to the therapist. What do you want?"

[Bakura, I'm very sorry for what I have done.]

"Ishtar, we knew you were under Aku's possession. We have to go soon."

[I'm coming home tomorrow, Bakura. Can I talk to Aten?]

"Aten? Do you want to talk to Mommy Malik?"

Aten gripped the Magnadoodle tightly and shook his head. He turned on his side and curled up on the couch, whimpering.

"Look, Ishtar, he's not feeling too well. He'll see you tomorrow."

[Oh……………okay. Tell everyone I love them, Bakura.]

"I will." Bakura hung up the phone and went to the chibi. Bakura approached Aten playing with the Magnadoodle on his side. "Aten?"

Bakura watched as Aten began to draw. The image looked like Malik. Aten drew Malik, with a large, sadistic smile. standing over him.

"Aten?" Ryou asked, seeing the picture Aten was drawing. "Oh, gods…."

Aten started drawing an altar and him chained on top of it. Steven was sketched in behind Aten.

Ryou gripped onto Bakura's hand tightly. "Yami, we have a real problem here," Ryou whispered.

The finished picture turned Ryou's face pale, his entire body trembled. When Aten was done the picture, we wiped it away as if it was nothing more than another sketch he drew.

"Aten, it's time for your appointment with Doctor Chapman."

Aten turned his head to Bakura looming over him. Aten's eyes looked glazed over. "But, I'm dawing, Daddy Bakura. Can't I lay here a bit wonger?"

Bakura reached down to pick Aten up.

Aten let out a shriek. "MAN TUSH!" Aten curled up shivering.

"Aten, I'm not going to hurt you."

Aten shivered as Bakura held him up in his arms. Ryou put his sneakers on. Aten looked down at the floor and saw that Hayden had forgotten the remote control for his card.

"Mommy! Aiden fordot the tuntoll for his tuck!"

Ryou picked it up off of the ground. "Hayden's going to miss this."

"Mommy, we haff to tate it bat to Aiden! If Aiden no haff it, he doeing to cwy betaws he no haff it! Den Unkie Seto dawna cwy betaws Aiden is cwying! Den Unkie Puppy dawna cwy! Den I dawna cwy! Den Awia's dawna cwy!"

"Okay, Aten, we'll go over to Unkie Seto's to return Hayden's remote control to him."

Aria put on her black shoes to go with her blue dress with white ribbons.

Aten grabbed his Winged Dragon of Ra plushie to cuddle as they drove to the doctor's office.

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Dr. Chapman was a clean-shaven man in his early thirties. His eyes were brown with a ring of hazel surrounding the brown. His hair was short and brown. An engagement band wrapped around one of the fingers on his right hand.

His desk had only a phone and a picture of his bride-to-be. Behind his desk, his diplomas in Sexual Abuse, Substance Abuse, and Family Counseling were displayed on the wall.

His office had a couch along the wall. Along one side of the room, Chapman had toys: A tiny portable sandbox, clay, dolls of every ethnic background, larger baby dolls, boxes of crayons, markers, and paper. He also had a Magnadoodle and a large teddy bear.

Chapman kept one corner of the room empty at all times. Some of Chapman's newer patients preferred curling up in the corner and talking at first. He let every patient go at his or her own pace. When the patient was ready to leave the corner and sit on the couch, he considered that great progress.

Doctor Chapman went to get Aten from the waiting room. He walked up to Ryou and Bakura and shook their hand. "Hello, I'm Dr. Earl Chapman. Nice to meet you."

"I'm Ryou and this is my husband, Bakura Itemri."

Chapman shook Bakura's hand and leaned down to look at the two children. "And who are these little angels?"

Aria blushed and laughed. "Hello! I'm Aria Kanika Itemri!"

Chapman turned his head to Aten, who stood there with his head lowered and his arms behind his back. "Hello! You must be Aten Bakari Ishtar!"

Aten raised his head a bit. "I'm Aten Bakari Ishtar Ibn Mawik."

Chapman smiled. "You are right! I should have said that! Silly me. Well, Aten, I'll tell you what, you and I are going to be talking for a while. That is all I want, okay? I just want to sit and talk to you."

"Awone?" the chibi whimpered timidly.

"Just for a little bit. Then we can bring one of your fathers with you."

Aten looked up a little more. "My mommy is here, too."

"Oh. Where is she?"

Ryou giggled and raised his hand. "I am the mother."

Everyone in the waiting room raised their heads in astonishment.

Chapman slapped his forehead. "Oh, how silly of me! Okay, Aten, well, you can bring your mother or father with you--."

Bakura brought Aria close. "This is my offspring! That's Rod-Boy's child."

"Well, Aten, you can pick who you want to come in. Come with me, son."

Ryou leaned down to Aten. "He just wants to talk to you, Aten."

Aten followed Chapman to his office with his head lowered. Chapman closed the door behind them, sat at his desk and let Aten enter and explore the room on his own. Aten looked at the dolls with interest.

"Do you like to play with dolls, Aten?"

Aten nodded. "I enjoy playing wif my tisser. See pays wif her dowwies."

"How old are you, Aten?"

Aten held up the Magnadoodle. "I dot dis for my birfday. You dot one, too!"

Chapman leaned back in his chair watching Aten limp around the room. "Aten, does your hip hurt?"

Aten shook his head as he poked the clay. "No."

"Aten, how old are you?"

"Tree."

Chapman wrote down in Aten's file. "Three is a good age to be for a boy."

Aten shuddered. "I no wike to be a boy."

"Why is that, Aten?"

Aten left the clay and saw the large teddy bear in the corner. He held his Winged Dragon of Ra plushie and squealed happily. "I wuff big aminals to shit in!"

Aten sat on the large teddy bear 's legs and cuddled up to the Winged Dragon of Ra plushie.

Dr. Chapman wrote in Aten's file: Linguistic Difficulties….Learning Disability suspected.

"Aten, why don't you like being who you are?"

Aten shrugged. "I don't wike….umm….umm…being a boy…because peetle tush my….ummm…. wifout my pertition."

"Somebody touched you? That wasn't very nice of them, was it?"

Aten cuddled up to his dragon doll and looked at Dr. Chapman with his large brown and purple eyes. "No. It hurt."

Chapman nodded. "I bet it did, Aten. That wasn't very nice of them to hurt you."

"Dat's why I no walk good. My bum hurts."

Chapman wrote down in his file: Sexual Abuse. Earl watched as Aten reached for the Magnadoodle. He started playing with the toy.

"Aten, do you like to draw?"

Aten nodded. "I daw wif my Unkie Puppy. We pain pishers todetter. Dese peetle fom de art moosum tum and wuffed my painings."

Earl removed some paper from his desk. "Aten, can you do something for me? I want a nice picture to hang up on my walls. Can you draw a nice picture here at my desk?"

Aten kissed his plushie and cuddled it closer. "Tan I bing my pussie wif me?"

Chapman nodded and grabbed some crayons and markers. With Aten's permission, he helped Aten on the chair. The doctor and Aten sat at the doctor's desk and colored on white paper. Chapman watched as Aten drew what looked like a forest in the foreground and pyramids and a desert in the background.

"Pyramids? Very nice, Aten."

Aten raised an eyebrow. "You wike my dawing?"

Chapman smiled back. "Yes, I do like it. It looks like you are looking at the pyramids through an oasis. Very nice."

Aten colored the sky with a blue crayon. "I wuff Eshipt. I beened dere bifore. Once was a weawwy wong tine ago. My daddy is fom Eshipt. So iss my Daddy Bakura. Mawik is also fom dere."

"I'm from Philadelphia."

Aten finished the drawing and put his name at the bottom in hieroglyphics. "Dis is my mame in Awabic."

The psychologist raised an eyebrow. "Very good, Aten! You are a great artist! Can I put this on my wall here? I would love to have it hanging up here!"

Aten sat back. "You weawwy wike my dawing?"

Chapman nodded. "I really do like it. Here, let me pin it to my wall."

Chapman pinned the paper to the wall by all corners. "That looks really good, Aten! Let's do more coloring."

Aten grabbed a pencil and started to draw. Chapman sat at his desk again and watched Aten intently.

As Aten's drawing was detailed before him, Chapman's eyes widened. He folded his hands and hid his gaping mouth behind it. The little boy's face didn't show any emotion as he detailed the bloody scene before him.

This was Aten's manner of dealing with what happened to him. Since there was no emotion on his face, Aten was detaching himself from the situation at hand. It was almost as if whatever was happening on the paper was happening to somebody else.

Chapman gathered the restraint to write in Aten's file as he looked at the picture: Patient subjected to restraint during unwanted physical contact. Patient subjected to penetration.

Aten grabbed a black crayon. He looked at his finished picture of himself and Steven. He took the crayon and covered Steven's face and hands with heavy black circles, obscuring their features.

Chapman wrote in his file: Patient must have fear of faces and hands. Typical of abusive situations.

Aten finished with the black crayon and grabbed another paper.

"Aten? Can you explain what is happening in this picture?"

Aten pointed to himself. "I wass held onto dis allar wif heffy tings dat wapped awound my wist and anktles. My gantfatter is behind me."

"What is he doing behind you?"

Chapman noticed the enlarged and exaggerated size of the genitalia.

"He's tewwing me to be a good boy. He juss toll me he wuffs me."

"I see. You are a good boy, Aten. But he did not love you."

Aten nodded. "My mommy ted dat to me, but he muss have wuffed me."

"No, Aten. He didn't."

Aten sighed. "I dess I neffer unnertand."

"You did nothing wrong, Aten. Did you love your grandfather?"

Aten shook his head. "No."

"Hmm…well, Aten, can I keep this picture?"

"Do you tink dis pisher is pity, too?"

Chapman couldn't answer. "Aten, you are a very good artist!"

Aten smiled. "I am! Unkie Puppy and I daw all de time. He's paining dis pisher uff Unkie Seto nakkie waying down on a bed of woses."

"Seto? Seto Kaiba?"

Aten nodded. "Yes. Unkie Seto nakkie. You tan tee effeyting on his body…effen his penis!"

Chapman raised an eyebrow. "Really? Do you know what that is, Aten?"

Aten nodded. "Yes. My daddy tol me dat's what boys dot. I dot one. Unkie Seto hass one betaws it's pained on da pisher."

"Do you know what it is for?"

Aten turned red and lowered his head. "I know what it's for. My gantfatter teashed me."

"I see." Chapman wrote more down in the file. He wanted to pursue the issue, but he knew Aten would volunteer more information when he was ready. "Aten, I have to tell you that I would love to see your paintings someday! One day, I'll have to go to the museum and see them."

"I be a gate artist tumday! I wanna daw and daw and daw and pain and pain and pain! Paining is fun!"

"Does it make you feel better?"

Aten nodded. "It mates de bad deams doe away if I daw what is in my head."

"If that is what makes you feel better, Aten, I want you to do that. If you want, I would like to see some of your pictures."

Aten sat back. "I tan mate you a peckial pisher if you wan."

Chapman smiled. "Aten, I would love for you to do that! I need to speak with your mommy for a little bit. Would you like to come back and color with me again?"

Aten nodded. "Can you mate me a peckial pisher nest time I tee you?"

"Consider it done!"

Aten jumped off of the chair. "You need talt to my mommy?"

"I want to get to know your mommy, too." Chapman lead Aten back to his mother. "Ryou, can I see you in my office for a moment?"

Ryou leaned down. "Be good, my angels." Ryou kissed his son and daughter and followed Chapman to his office.

Chapman shut the door and Ryou sat on the couch. "Your son is a very talented boy, Ryou. He drew me that nice picture on my wall."

Ryou nodded. "My boy is a very good artist. I've never seen a child his age draw like he does."

Chapman sat at his desk. "Aten has suffered some sexual abuse, Ryou. Are you aware?"

Ryou lowered his head. "Yes. One month ago, Aten and I were kidnapped by my grandfather and taken to a cabin in the middle of the woods. My grandfather touched him in the bathtub. That is what he told us at first. But, Aten was forced to watch me have my hair cut and watched while the school bully and my own father took me against my will."

Chapman shook his head. "What a shame! Aten needs constant reassurance. He was drawing a picture for me of what happened and he didn't even react to what he was drawing. Aten is very confused as to what happened to him."

"I know he is. He's not letting anyone but me near him. He's afraid of his own father who never raised a hand to him or his voice."

"Aten's trying to protect himself, Ryou. I think I succeeded in gaining his trust. That was what I wanted to accomplish in this session."

Ryou nodded. "I love my son, Dr. Chapman. I want him to be happy."

"So do I, Ryou. Like yourself, these wounds take time to heal. Trust must be rebuilt between his father and he. It will take time. I want to see Aten next week some time. I'd like to see some of the pictures he draws. He said he would draw me a special picture. Make sure he brings it in. If he forgets, that is no big deal. That's fine."

"Okay. Thank you."

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Joey sat in the library, his hands trembling. He needed a fix. Badly.

He wiped his sweat-covered forehead with a cloth.

'I can't have a drink! Hayden and Mokuba are depending on me! I can't give into it,' he thought.

Someone knocked on the door. "Come in!"

Seto entered the room holding onto Mokuba and Hayden on either side of him. "Joey, I have two boys who need to see to you."

Mokuba and Hayden resisted approaching Joey.

"Mokuba. Hayden. I'm very sorry for what I said and did last night. I acted like a jerk and I'm very sorry. I never wanted to hurt either of you."

Mokuba timidly walked up to Joey and wrapped his arms around him. "I'm sorry, Joey. You're like….another big brother to me!"

Joey hugged Mokuba tightly, smiling. "I'm glad to be part of your family, Mokuba."

Hayden stood at Seto's left hip, wrapping his arm around Seto's leg and hugging it.

"Hayden, don't you want to go talk to Daddy?"

Hayden nuzzled into Seto's pants. "Daddy…my uncle."

"Daddy is Joey, Hayden. Joey isn't going to hurt you."

Hayden blinked his blue-green eyes. "Umm..umm….ummm….I know."

Joey turned to Hayden. "Hayden, if you don't want to come near me, I understand. I'm not angry. I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry."

Hayden nodded. "I know you're sorry."

Joey released Mokuba. "I think I want to do some painting."

Joey stood up and went to the art studio he shared with Aten. He uncovered the picture of naked Seto on a bed of roses. He had to touch up the red on some of the roses.

The blond sat in front of the picture on his easel and looked at the picture.

Joey's POV

Seto…..I always thought he looked so handsome in this picture. Look at those arms! So gentle…..yet, he has broken bones with those muscles before. He can punch like a boxer.

His face was locked in pleasure as he laid on those flowers. What I wouldn't give to lay down beside him on that bed of roses! Look at that chest….broad, strong, and a delight to touch and caress.

My eyes drifted down to his thin stomach. Seto exercised every day. You could see how built he was! Countless times, I have rested my head on that soft abdomen, listening to his body. Wishing that I could melt into him, fuse with his being, and become one with him.

My eyes drift lower to my lover's exposed manhood. I shouldn't be afraid of that. Seto never forced himself on me. He never gave me pain like my father. I cocked my head to the side as I stared at the erection on the canvas. I never knew I could be THAT detailed! I even got the pubic hair to look realistic!

THIS is Seto.

I know Seto's body better than I know my own. I know every inch of him.

How the hell did I do that??!!

As my eyes gazed on my lover's sex, I could remember tasting Seto for the first time. I was scared to death. Scared wasn't the word. Terrified.

But, I fell in love with him. I remember needing to taste him.

The memories of Seto writhing beneath me. We made love in our bed. I lapped at him, trying to tease him. When he came for me, I tasted him, and shared my prize between us.

Our lovemaking was always a positive experience. I enjoyed having him inside me. I love it when he gets inside me and his aching manhood throbs with need for me. Seto enjoyed it when I took him, too. His body always grabbed onto me. Seto wrapped me in his arms. I was being held inside and out….and it felt damn good.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, but I knew it was Seto. Seto never came in here without my permission. He never came into my personal space without a request.

"Joey, I'm sorry for coming in here without your permission, but……"

He was stalling. I could feel a "Kaiba Moment" coming on when Seto was having a hard time discussing his feelings or his needs.

"Joey, I really…..I really need you to hold me."

I turned around in my chair and looked up at Seto's red, flushed face. His sapphire eyes were weeping.

"Joey, I need you like I need air to breathe."

Uh-oh. This isn't good.

"Joey, I really need to feel your arms around me."

I stood up and opened my arms to him. I never denied him a spontaneous cuddle. I never denied him anything.

Seto slowly wrapped his arms around me and laid his head on my shoulder. "I love you, Joseph Wheeler-Kaiba."

I caressed Seto's hair. "I love you, too, Seto Kaiba."

With all my heart.

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