Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Never Okay ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Kitsune Ryu-san 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.11.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 769 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.11.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 769 | Status: Work In Progress
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I prop myself up against the side of the tub, blinking away tears. My stomach is sore.
Vanessa always told me that being stressed and nervous will make my stomach unsettled and queasy, but she never said a thing about being sick like this.
I reach for the phone and dial Vanessa's number, hands shaking pathetically.
"'llo?"
"V-Van'ssa?"
"'Okuba!" My friend clears her throat and swallows. "I was eating a peanut butter sandwich. I missed you at art! Where were you?"
"C-can you come over...? I-i need you right now."
"Oh, of course! Are you okay? Is everything alright?"
I sniffle. "No."
"... Okay, hunny, baby, just stay right there and I'll be there in no more than ten minutes, okay?"
"A-alright."
"See you in a couple of minutes, darling. Buh bye."
"Bye."
She hangs up, and I know she's going to packing up every sweet thing in her house to bring here, to curl up around me and tell me that I'm wonderful and she loves me. I love her too, and the fact that I have her to be there when I need her makes the tears in my eyes escape. She a wonderful friend, and like a big sister when my brother...
"N-No..." I refuse to think about it. He never really meant to work so much, it was for me. Everything he ever did was for me. And now I repay him with something like this...
I push myself up and rinse the vile taste from my mouth before venturing downstairs. I lie in front of the door, staring at the handle. As soon as the bell rings, I push myself up and fling open the door, throwing myself into Vanessa's arms. I begin to cry, mumbling incoherently, apologizing about sniffling all over her, for interrupting her dinner, for being fucked up.
"Shh, shh, it's alright. Darling, lets get inside, you're too thin to be out in the cold. You'll get sick."
"Vanessa... I'm already sick. So fucking sick..."
She picks me up in her arms, cradling me to her soft chest. "You aren't sick, my love. Far from it. Now, lets get you up to your room and washed up, you look ill, you should rest."
"I-I just want to die, Van'ssa..."
"Don't say things like that. Now, where is your room?"
"U-up the stairs... T-third door on the right..."
I close my eyes, feeling my friend jog up the stairs and open my door. She sets me on my bed and works off my shoes.
"You don't have to do that..."
"Yes I do. All this stress must be lowering your immune system, and you've probably caught something. I'm not leaving anytime soon."
"Do... Do you wanna stay the night? We could... find... a cot... or something..." I yawn, suddenly tired. "I love you... You know that... Really, really..."
She chuckles and brushes my hair out of my eyes. "I love you too, darling. Good night."
"...Night..."
Diamonds are forever, but friendship last longer.
I stare down at my small, frail friend. He's pale, paler than usual, and that's not healthy, but his cheeks are red. Feverish, tired... Flu maybe? I stand and make my way to the bathroom, grabbing a cloth and wetting it with cool water to set on Mokuba's forehead. I sit back down of the bed, wiping away his sweat carefully. I jump as someone knocks on the door, then opens it. A tall man with brown hair and blue blue eyes sticks his head into the room, shock crossing his face at the look of me.
"Who are you?"
I blink. How rude. "Vanessa. I'm Mokuba's friend, from America. He called me, I think he's ill."
"What?"
"He's sick. He has a high temp, he got sick, tired... Looks like the flu."
"Are you some sort of doctor?"
"Nurse, sir. Studying to become a nurse."
He strides over to the bed and stares at Mokuba's sleeping face, reaching to run his fingers through Mokuba's long hair. "Will he be okay?"
"He needs rest. Lots of rest. If it gets any worse, he needs to go to the hospital. Oh, speaking of that, do you have a thermometer? I could use one."
The man raises an eyebrow. Well, fuck you too. Get me a thermometer, damnit! "I'm Seto Kaiba, Mokuba's brother. Explain to me why I shouldn't throw you out on your arse?"
I growl. "Because, your brother is sick, stressed, sad, and he needs me."
Seto-san narrows his eyes, sneering at me. "I don't think it's appropriate for Mokuba's girlfriend to be here while he's sick."
I snort. "I'm not his girlfriend. I'm his best friend. Obviously, you've been to busy to realize that Mokuba hasn't gone out with anyone since middle school."
The look on Seto-san's face makes me feel a bit guilty, but only a bit. He should realize some things about his brother, should pay a little bit more attention.
"I'll go get the thermometer."
"Thank you, Kaiba-san."
The man turns on his heel and walks out, shaking his head. I lean over Mokuba and tug off his socks and shit, then push the blankets away from his burning body to slip the sheet around him.
Mokuba mumbles a protest, reaching for his heavy blanket.
"Sorry Mokuba."
Seto-san walks back into the room and tosses the thermometer to me. I catch it and lean back over Mokuba, opening his mouth and sticking it under his tongue. Seconds later it beeps and I shake my head.
"One hundred point three. Children's Tylenol? If you crush if up and put it in fruit juice his temp will go down. Don't give him adult Tylenol, it could hurt him, he's too thin."
Seto-san crosses his arms and nods, probably a natural little stance he takes to scare employees.
"Why should I trust you?"
I growl and glare at the man. "Because, damn it, I love Mokuba like a son, and have known him for years! I will do everything in my power to help him through things like this and I'm not talking about the flu!"
Seto-san looks like he's going to slam his own head into the door. Now, THAT makes me feel guilty.
"I'm sorry, Kaiba-san. Just... Seeing Mokuba in this state makes me upset."
The man shakes his head. "No, it's alright. There is medication in his bathroom, the maids keep them stocked. I... I'll get some juice for you."
"Thank you, Kaiba-san. I'll fetch that Tylenol."
"...V...Van'ssa?"
I turn quickly, my eyes settling on Mokuba. He's struggling to sit up, his face lined in pain. "Mokuba, are you okay? What hurts?"
He raises one of his wrists, which is bandaged quite professionally. "It... It just hurts. It hurts..."
Mokuba's eyes water and he curls up around himself, sniffling. "I...I'm trouble... Van'ssa. I'm... In love w-with my brother."
I climb onto the bed and cradle him to my chest. "It's alright. There's nothing wrong with you."
Soon, though, my own tears fall onto the top of Mokuba's head. It's killing him, and it hurts me to see it.
Okay, that was an experiment, yeah, using Vanessa's POV. I personally think everyone should have a Vanessa. Cause having a friend like that is niiice.
Next chapter- MATCHMAKER! Vanessa, GUILTY! Seto, and Mokuba starts to get better and realize some... Things.
I prop myself up against the side of the tub, blinking away tears. My stomach is sore.
Vanessa always told me that being stressed and nervous will make my stomach unsettled and queasy, but she never said a thing about being sick like this.
I reach for the phone and dial Vanessa's number, hands shaking pathetically.
"'llo?"
"V-Van'ssa?"
"'Okuba!" My friend clears her throat and swallows. "I was eating a peanut butter sandwich. I missed you at art! Where were you?"
"C-can you come over...? I-i need you right now."
"Oh, of course! Are you okay? Is everything alright?"
I sniffle. "No."
"... Okay, hunny, baby, just stay right there and I'll be there in no more than ten minutes, okay?"
"A-alright."
"See you in a couple of minutes, darling. Buh bye."
"Bye."
She hangs up, and I know she's going to packing up every sweet thing in her house to bring here, to curl up around me and tell me that I'm wonderful and she loves me. I love her too, and the fact that I have her to be there when I need her makes the tears in my eyes escape. She a wonderful friend, and like a big sister when my brother...
"N-No..." I refuse to think about it. He never really meant to work so much, it was for me. Everything he ever did was for me. And now I repay him with something like this...
I push myself up and rinse the vile taste from my mouth before venturing downstairs. I lie in front of the door, staring at the handle. As soon as the bell rings, I push myself up and fling open the door, throwing myself into Vanessa's arms. I begin to cry, mumbling incoherently, apologizing about sniffling all over her, for interrupting her dinner, for being fucked up.
"Shh, shh, it's alright. Darling, lets get inside, you're too thin to be out in the cold. You'll get sick."
"Vanessa... I'm already sick. So fucking sick..."
She picks me up in her arms, cradling me to her soft chest. "You aren't sick, my love. Far from it. Now, lets get you up to your room and washed up, you look ill, you should rest."
"I-I just want to die, Van'ssa..."
"Don't say things like that. Now, where is your room?"
"U-up the stairs... T-third door on the right..."
I close my eyes, feeling my friend jog up the stairs and open my door. She sets me on my bed and works off my shoes.
"You don't have to do that..."
"Yes I do. All this stress must be lowering your immune system, and you've probably caught something. I'm not leaving anytime soon."
"Do... Do you wanna stay the night? We could... find... a cot... or something..." I yawn, suddenly tired. "I love you... You know that... Really, really..."
She chuckles and brushes my hair out of my eyes. "I love you too, darling. Good night."
"...Night..."
Diamonds are forever, but friendship last longer.
I stare down at my small, frail friend. He's pale, paler than usual, and that's not healthy, but his cheeks are red. Feverish, tired... Flu maybe? I stand and make my way to the bathroom, grabbing a cloth and wetting it with cool water to set on Mokuba's forehead. I sit back down of the bed, wiping away his sweat carefully. I jump as someone knocks on the door, then opens it. A tall man with brown hair and blue blue eyes sticks his head into the room, shock crossing his face at the look of me.
"Who are you?"
I blink. How rude. "Vanessa. I'm Mokuba's friend, from America. He called me, I think he's ill."
"What?"
"He's sick. He has a high temp, he got sick, tired... Looks like the flu."
"Are you some sort of doctor?"
"Nurse, sir. Studying to become a nurse."
He strides over to the bed and stares at Mokuba's sleeping face, reaching to run his fingers through Mokuba's long hair. "Will he be okay?"
"He needs rest. Lots of rest. If it gets any worse, he needs to go to the hospital. Oh, speaking of that, do you have a thermometer? I could use one."
The man raises an eyebrow. Well, fuck you too. Get me a thermometer, damnit! "I'm Seto Kaiba, Mokuba's brother. Explain to me why I shouldn't throw you out on your arse?"
I growl. "Because, your brother is sick, stressed, sad, and he needs me."
Seto-san narrows his eyes, sneering at me. "I don't think it's appropriate for Mokuba's girlfriend to be here while he's sick."
I snort. "I'm not his girlfriend. I'm his best friend. Obviously, you've been to busy to realize that Mokuba hasn't gone out with anyone since middle school."
The look on Seto-san's face makes me feel a bit guilty, but only a bit. He should realize some things about his brother, should pay a little bit more attention.
"I'll go get the thermometer."
"Thank you, Kaiba-san."
The man turns on his heel and walks out, shaking his head. I lean over Mokuba and tug off his socks and shit, then push the blankets away from his burning body to slip the sheet around him.
Mokuba mumbles a protest, reaching for his heavy blanket.
"Sorry Mokuba."
Seto-san walks back into the room and tosses the thermometer to me. I catch it and lean back over Mokuba, opening his mouth and sticking it under his tongue. Seconds later it beeps and I shake my head.
"One hundred point three. Children's Tylenol? If you crush if up and put it in fruit juice his temp will go down. Don't give him adult Tylenol, it could hurt him, he's too thin."
Seto-san crosses his arms and nods, probably a natural little stance he takes to scare employees.
"Why should I trust you?"
I growl and glare at the man. "Because, damn it, I love Mokuba like a son, and have known him for years! I will do everything in my power to help him through things like this and I'm not talking about the flu!"
Seto-san looks like he's going to slam his own head into the door. Now, THAT makes me feel guilty.
"I'm sorry, Kaiba-san. Just... Seeing Mokuba in this state makes me upset."
The man shakes his head. "No, it's alright. There is medication in his bathroom, the maids keep them stocked. I... I'll get some juice for you."
"Thank you, Kaiba-san. I'll fetch that Tylenol."
"...V...Van'ssa?"
I turn quickly, my eyes settling on Mokuba. He's struggling to sit up, his face lined in pain. "Mokuba, are you okay? What hurts?"
He raises one of his wrists, which is bandaged quite professionally. "It... It just hurts. It hurts..."
Mokuba's eyes water and he curls up around himself, sniffling. "I...I'm trouble... Van'ssa. I'm... In love w-with my brother."
I climb onto the bed and cradle him to my chest. "It's alright. There's nothing wrong with you."
Soon, though, my own tears fall onto the top of Mokuba's head. It's killing him, and it hurts me to see it.
Okay, that was an experiment, yeah, using Vanessa's POV. I personally think everyone should have a Vanessa. Cause having a friend like that is niiice.
Next chapter- MATCHMAKER! Vanessa, GUILTY! Seto, and Mokuba starts to get better and realize some... Things.