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Small Favors	By : tethysnephthys Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5325 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A.N.: I really don�t have much to say this time. Eh, comments and suggestions are welcome as always. Even if it�s just an odd phrasing or something, I really don�t mind mistakes being pointed out. Anyways, enjoy the story! I still don�t own Yu-Gi-Oh.

Jou leaned against one wall of the foyer, waiting. All the courage he had built up on the way to Seto�s mansion was draining away with each passing moment. How could he have thought Seto might ever want to see him again? Yugi was wrong, Jou decided. Now that he had finally come, he was sure Seto would throw him out, and any hopes of ever seeing him again would be crushed. Damn Yugi and his convincing speeches.

No, that was not right. It was not Yugi�s speech that had convinced him to finally see Seto. It was a temporary insanity resulting from a few months of boredom, of wallowing in misery, of inaction. That was what had prompted him to visit Seto with such a weak, almost inappropriate excuse. Seto likely wouldn�t even remember when he and Jou had seen the previews for the movie opening today, or their decision to see it when it came out.

In fact, Jou had hardly remembered until he saw the commercial declaring that the movie was finally in theaters. At the time, it had seemed like an omen, so, impulsive as usual, he had come to visit Seto without another thought. Now, all those things he should have thought were catching up with him. Staring down at the floor, he was so convinced that he would soon be told to leave that when he heard a familiar voice quietly greeting him, he nearly died of shock.

�Seto! I -- I missed you, man. So, you, uh, wanna go see that movie?�

Seto looked at him quizzically, then nodded and told the butler to have the limousine readied. As long as I can keep him at a distance, Seto thought, it shouldn�t hurt to just have a little fun. It�ll get Mokuba off my back, at least. Jou grew bolder. �So, how have you and Mokuba been?�

�Fine,� Seto said, �Mokuba�s adapting.�

Seto narrowed his eyes. �No plans with Mutoh today?�

What�s this about? Jou thought. Is he jealous or something?

�Oh, no,� Jou replied, �he�s spending the day with Anzu. They�re dating.�

�I see.�

The butler announced that the limo was waiting.

�Well, let�s get going,� Jou said, smiling. He put a hand on Seto�s shoulder, and Seto involuntarily cringed. Both his shoulders were bruised from being frequently slammed onto hard surfaces. He cursed himself for being so weak as to react like that to a little pain, knowing that Jou would probably move his hand now. Seto would have given almost anything for one of Jou�s kind, friendly touches. Anything, that is, except for an explanation of why he had cringed. He refused to allow Jou to be brought into any more of his problems.

�Sorry,� Jou mumbled, lowering his hand. I should have come sooner. �Poor Seto� sounded so patronizing, but it was the only thing that came to mind. Surrounded by friends, Jou had already begun to get his life back to normal. Seto obviously was not even ready to be touched. He cursed himself for being so selfish; they should have been working to get through this together. The best Jou could do now was try and make up lostlost time.

As they walked out to the limousine, Jou raised his hand again, gently patted Seto�s shoulder, and was rewarded with a weak smile. The rush of emotion that he felt in reaction to this one small smile made him suddenly realize what he had known subconsciously at least since he had decided to sacrifice himself to save Seto from Toyoshima. Jou returned the smile with one of his own.

�I love you, Seto.�

Seto froze.

�I . . . . . . . Jou. . . .�

He shook his head. �I can�t -- � He paused. �I can�t go with you today. No. I have too much work to do. I�m sorry.� He turned back; Jou�s face fell.

�No,� Jou s He He turned around and grabbed Seto�s arm.

Seto paled slightly and tried to save face with a stern look.

�Let go of me, To--Jounouchi.�

�No! You can�t let what that asshole did control your life! I bet you haven�t been out of this place for anything but business for two months.�

Seto bit his tongue and said nothing. Leave it alone, Jou. Jou took his silence for assent and continued.

�See? It�s not healthy to just bury yourself in work. I�m getting you to that movie if it�s the last thing I do!�

�It�s not that -- that I don�t want to go. I . . . just don�t -- I can�t be involved in a relationship right now. It was only three months ago.�

�I�m sorry, OK?� Jou sighed. �I say what I feel without thinking, you know that. I just want us to be friends again like we were before Toyoshima. I worry about you, Seto.� He released his hold on Seto�s arm. �You said you love me once, so trust me. I�m not gonna make you do anything you don�t wanna do. We can be just friends forever if you want. But you need someone to talk to, someone to keep you from getting so stressed, someone to make you have fun once in a while. No matter what you say, I know you want that. Alright?�

Seto considered this. He wanted nothing more than to have Jou back.

�All right. But . . . just friends.�

�Just friends. Can we go now?�

Seto nodded. As long as he kept Jou at a distance until he was done repaying Toyoshima, what could be the harm?

*~*~*

A gray-haired man sat smoking his cigar in a plush chair. A younger man stood to the side of the chair, looking down subserviently. The older man tapped his cigar over a well made ashtray on a stand and spoke to his subordinate.

�Is Kaiba behaving?�

�Yes, sir.�

�How many more nights of service does he owe?�

�Roughly thirty-seven, sir.�

�Ah, not long at all. Have you found anyone to replace him?�

�Well . . . Kaiba was observed going to a movie theater with the man that we previously assumed to be his servant.�

�The blonde?�

�Yes, sir.�

�I see,� the older man chuckled. �So Kaiba thinks he�s clever, hmm? I could have gotten another few months out of him had I known they were friends. Have someone keep an eye on this,� he searched his memory, knowing Kaiba had said the blonde�s name before, �Jou. If he tried to save Kaiba once before, he can almost certainly be persuaded to do it again.�

�As you wish, sir.�

�Of course. You may leave.�

The older man waved his hand at the younger man as though he was shooing away a young child. He bowed and left the room. The older man put the cigar between his lips and continued smoking.
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