Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Lose Control ❯ A Glance ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: Acire

Okay, here's how it is.

I made the rating what it is for what may or may not come in potential chapters.

The disclaimer. If I owned any part of this show, please believe I would not be writing fan fiction and I would be making new episodes… or something along those lines. All characters go to Kazuki Takahashi. I don't own the song. I could never write beautiful lyrics like Amy Lee. OKAY? OKAY.

//italics// Are lyrics.

Everything else should explain itself.

Enjoy.

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He stood there in the damp and dark alleyway trying to catch his breath. . He'll never really understand why he ran out of his home without an umbrella, or at least a jacket with a hood since it had been pouring rain all day. Certainly he could have spent an extra second to grab one. Maybe it was the thoughts- the urges- he had been experiencing since that fateful day years ago. The day when he realized he'd never have a chance with the one he loved. It ate at him day after day, consuming him, his dark thoughts lingering with no sign of subsiding.

“What am I doing in this disgusting place?” He asks himself while scratching the back of his head. The CEO of a multi-billion dollar company to be standing in an alleyway during a rainstorm is ridiculous. Of all places he could be at to calm his restless thoughts he chose an alleyway. He breathes a little slower now that he relaxed a little. This ice-cold man was never one to believe in fate, in destiny, or anything more powerful than luck. But there was definitely some factor today that made him go to this particular alleyway. It never occurred to him though, until he felt the need to look out past the opening of the alley and across the street.

There he was, standing there plain as day, holding a white umbrella over himself. Even during the cloudiest days when the rain seems to make everything seem darker his thick blond hair stuck out from this crowded street. He was staring off at something, or someone. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain within Seto that seemed to come from the sight of seeing this person. It didn't make sense to him. It had been at least two years since he'd last seen him. Why is the sight of this guy, this dog, doing him so much damage? He spent one last moment to stare at him before deciding to step out of the alleyway to go back home. He knew Mokuba would be annoyed at him. After all, Seto did just yell out of nowhere that he just couldn't take it anymore. Poor kid, he probably thought it was directed towards himself. Seto isn't one to share his emotions, especially his frustration involving dreams of someone he couldn't even stand to look at minutes before he said, “I do.”

`I'll apologize when I get home; I guess' Seto thinks wiping his brow. The blonde looks over directly at Seto, almost as if he knew he was there. Seto froze internally and could only stare back. “J-Jonouchi...” Seto mumbled quietly to himself. The stare down didn't last very long at all, in fact from Jonouchi's perspective, it wasn't anything more than a mere glance. He looked away rather quickly and walked on. It was a glance and nothing more. It's like Jonouchi didn't even recognize him. It shouldn't have been surprising, it's not like Seto ever gave him any reason to want to remember him. After all the insults they shared its more surprising that Seto remembered him, wanted to chase after him, wanted to be near him.

//You don't remember my name…//

Against his urge to run up to the blonde, Seto turned and walked back toward his home. His cold and lonely mansion. If it wasn't for Mokuba, Seto's existence seemed almost superfluous. He had all the money in the world and yet he felt he had nothing to show for it. A card game, he can't even get his title of “King of Games” back from his ex-rival. Within the last two years Seto sent himself spiraling into depression.

You see, two years ago- give or take a few months- when Seto was still determined to win that title from Yuugi and to be frank, couldn't care less about anyone other than himself and Mokuba- Jonouchi was about to go through a major part of life that some people only dream about. Marriage. The idea at the time seemed so wonderful to everyone. They were no longer in school and life was setting in, some moved away, some became enthralled with work, and some were able to start families. Like Jonouchi did. Maybe it was jealousy that he, who had nothing to his name, could be happy with someone else, or maybe Seto just always liked him in a small unapparent way. But that's how it started, Jonouchi got married, the news hit Seto harder than anyone would have ever guessed. At first he put it off as no big deal, but the days drug on and soon the depression slowly devoured his very soul, he became less interested in the title, less concerned about his company, and maybe even a little less concerned about Mokuba. It's strange how depression can consume a person little by little and not be noticed until it's far too late to turn back. Suddenly, everything you were passionate for, everything that held meaning to the world creeps away from you and suddenly you just don't remember ever caring about anything at all. All you do is start questioning the point in life and the reasons we even bother to be with people, with friends, with anyone. We live then die and that's all we know for sure of.

Seto makes it back home just to go straight to bed. No checking on Mokuba, no dealing with company issues, or testing his latest dueling technique. Then again, what else should we suspect at this point? He couldn't get Jonouchi off his mind. He slammed a pillow against the wall and threw himself into bed. “Damn,” He snarls. He stares at the ceiling and tries to convince himself that his `encounter' was nothing to be so mad about. “So what? He glanced over and went on with his life. It's not like we were best friends, we weren't even rivals! Why should I have expected anything more?” He rolls over to look at his digital clock which read 7:30 pm. He groaned, for he knew sleep would not come anytime soon.

//I don't really care…//

When he did finally fall to sleep, he found his dreams to be nowhere near comforting. His dream consisted of himself and a certain blonde-haired person walking to a home which is assumed to belong to the two lovers. Hand in hand, they walk along a cloudy road created by Seto's subconscious. They turn towards each other, Seto brushes the boy's hair over his ear and just before they lean in for the kiss Seto is interrupted by the horrid sound of his alarm clock.

Seto gasps as he throws his eye lids open, his alarm had scared him awake. He slaps it until it shuts off and starts feeling sick. So he runs to the bathroom feeling the urge to throw up. He regretted forcing himself to bed without eating yesterday, he had hardly eaten anything. When your stomach has nothing to throw up, all you get is bile. Disgusting, but no explanation about that is needed. This ritual of having dreams about Jou and waking up feeling sick to his stomach had been occurring for countless months now.

“Dammit...” Seto pants while wiping his mouth off. “Why… why do I keep dreaming about you?”

“Seto?”

A concerned voice came from outside his doorway. It was Mokuba. “Seto, are you okay?”

Seto stood up, the taste of bile lingered in his throat. “I'm fine.” He starts getting ready for the day. Thankfully, it was Saturday. Usually he'd be working anyway but it seemed best that he took time off to gather his thoughts. It didn't seem like a whole lot happened, but it was enough to eat him from the inside.

He had to do something though, anything, to get his mind off this issue. He turned down his limos and every other offer given to him in regards to a ride. He needed today to himself. His mind seemed to go into an autopilot mode, because he went from heading out of his home to being inside a game corner. Not Solomon's though. This was a place clear across town. Did his mind instinctively not go to a more convenient game place such as the one Yuugi's grandfather owned? To avoid potentially running into Jonouchi? What are the chances Jou spends as much time there as he did back in their high school days?

Quickly, to keep himself from asking himself to many questions about Jonouchi and diving into a bit of truth he just wasn't ready for, Seto puts coins into a game and starts playing it. It was a classic shooter game, Seto held the orange hand gun up to the screen to shoot at zombies or something. Of course, he wasn't doing so well. He hadn't been doing well with any game since, well you know.

He was decent enough though, at least enough for someone to join in on his game anyway. Right in the middle of a zombie ambush a second player inserted his coins and used the blue hand gun to assist. Seto glanced over, shocked to see his old rival, a little taller and more mature looking. Wait… the pharaoh? No, it was definitely Yuugi. He looked so much more like Yami now. He still had those innocent eyes though. Damn those eyes.

“What's this Kaiba? Tired of Duel Monsters?” Yuugi teased.

“What's this Yuugi? Tired of your game corner?” Seto snapped back, shooting off-screen to reload.

“Gotta know the competition, right?” Yuugi laughed.

“I don't believe that for a second, what would your grandpa think of you being here.”

“He'll never know. It's not like anyone would tell.”

“What makes you think I wouldn't?”

“Hmmm… maybe because if you tell him my secret, I'll tell Jonouchi yours.”

That may have been the best comeback Yuugi ever said and ever will say to Seto. Seto's eyes widened and he threw the toy gun back in its holder. “Excuse me?” He was in absolute shock. How did Yuugi know anything? As far as Seto was concerned even Mokuba didn't know. So how could this irritating little pest have any clue?

“Are you surprised, Kaiba?” Yuugi asks looking over at him with those deep violet orbs. Seto's eye twitched. God damn those eyes, so innocent. “I was there yesterday,” Yuugi continues. “I saw you, or should I say the way you saw Jou.” Seto's face turned a light shade of red while Yuugi chuckled. Yuugi found Seto's crush to be cute. Seto found Yuugi to be a little bitch. Seto struggles to get words out, to deny what happened, to explain it, to tell Yuugi to shut up, or just anything other than just staring at him in disbelief. There was a part of him that was screaming in his mind to ask if Jou really didn't recognize him, or if it was just him being overdramatic. But more than anything, at this very moment he realized one thing he really wanted, and that was he wanted to see Jonouchi again. He didn't know what triggered this realization, it really didn't seem like there was any reason for him to suddenly have an urge, a desire, to see him again. He did however, and that's all that really mattered to him at this point, though he had no intention of admitting any such nonsense. Not yet.

Yuugi sees the stress written all over Seto's face and decides to stop teasing him and be serious, “Well, I'm having a get together with some old friends, Jonouchi included, if you would like to join.” He put his gun down finally and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. Almost too conveniently, like he'd been planning on running into Seto that day. He wrote the time and place on it and handed it to Seto, who reluctantly took it and shoved it in his pocket. “See you then,” Yuugi smiled and took off.

Seto could tell just from that brief interaction, he still couldn't stand Yuugi. He was never fond of him. Always sticking his nose where it didn't belong. Even if it did end up helping Seto in the end. But there was something that bothered Seto about Yuugi's behavior. He wasn't one to start any problems. Jonouchi was married, so why did it seem as if Yuugi was trying to hook them up? It just didn't make sense. Seto couldn't help but feel it was a trap somehow. That may have been just his paranoia setting in. But it was Seto's sudden want to see Jonouchi that pretty much threw the paranoia out the window.

//Can we play the game your way? //

“Whatever his reason is… I can play along.” Seto walks out of the game corner, with a bit of adrenaline rushing through him now. He calls home for a ride back. He suddenly had a burning passion to create a new duel disk, a better and more efficient one. It didn't matter to him much that duel monsters were pretty much old news. Most people gave up that fad for other things. He figured it was something he could use to break the ice. “I see you still suck at duel monsters, once a failure always a failure,” Seto set to himself as if rehearsing what he might say. He may have changed in a lot of ways, but you could always count on Seto being the most egotistical jerk in all of Domino if not all of Japan itself.

Of course, as with all crushes though, along with excitement brings nervousness. Not just from what Yuugi said but from the idea of seeing Jonouchi again. It was weird; he went from being super excited about seeing him again to being very nervous. His thoughts started to dwindle his hopes of any good happening in this situation. What if he couldn't control himself and told Jonouchi his feelings? Would he laugh at him? Reject him?

“What am I even thinking” Seto questions himself. “No one just sees someone and leaves their spouse for them… do they?” Finally, his ride shows up. He steps into his limo and slouches down into the seat. The leather seat was cool to the touch; it gave Seto chills until it warmed up. He rubbed his temples and hid his face in his hands. “When did I become the pathetic one?"

//Can I really lose control? //

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Okay, Okay, so this will be more than one chapter. I didn't intend for it to be. I just think it would work nicer that way. Oh well.

I hope there was... some enjoyment in that. Let me know what you think. I haven't written a fan fiction in a VERY long time and I've never written a fic where I was blatantly pairing two characters so… I'm really curious to what people will think of this.