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Silent Tears	By : AnonymousTigress Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7536 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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ANON: Thanks. Glad you’re enjoying the story. Were you referring to a different story? I haven’t written any store titled So Tried or Tired.

CHAPTER TWELVE

After Joey’s surprise visitor, things smoothed out between him and Seto. They drove to school together and shared lunch every day. On some afternoons, when Seto had to go in to Kaiba Corp for business, Joey would accompany Mokuba home. He would make sure the young man finished his homework, ate dinner, and went to bed at a decent time.

To keep the tension from rising, Joey and Seto did a trial of letting Joey sleep on his own. He had a harder time sleeping on his own, but it was possible. His back tended to be a bit sore, but the cream helped with that. He spent a couple of afternoons with his friends, but mostly hung out with them before school started. A bitter Teá wouldn’t so much as give Joey the time of the day and that suited him just fine. Their friends spent separate time with them in attempts to keep the peace.

The day before the next court date found Seto stepping into the dining room to find only Mokuba at the table.

“Where’s Joey?” Seto asked.

Mokuba shrugged. “I haven’t seen him yet. Maybe he’s eating in the kitchen?”

Seto thought that odd, but went to the kitchen to check anyway. The kitchen was empty. Becoming worried, Seto went straight to Joey’s room. He barged right in and was able to locate Joey within a second of stepping inside. He heard an all-too familiar sound from the bathroom and sure enough, when he reached the doorway, was not surprised by what he found.

An obviously ill Joey was bent over the toilet, choking out the contents of his stomach. Ignoring the putrid smell, Seto knelt down behind Joey to pull his hair back out of his face. Joey coughed hard, sounding as though he was trying to cough his ribs out. After Joey managed to stop couching and hacking, Seto helped him to his feet and flushed the toilet.

Joey accepted the cup of water and swished it through his mouth before spitting in the sink. Standing slumped over the sink, Joey washed the stink down the sink as he tried to regain his breathing. He scooped up a washcloth which he used to blow the gunk out of his nose. He brushed his teeth and gargled mouthwash. He heard the shower being turned on before a hand touched his shoulder.

“Let’s get you in the shower, Joey, and wash that off. Do you need help?” Seto asked.

His body racked with pain, Joey couldn’t help, but nod. Seto was careful in lifting his shirt off. He went slowly so as not to irritate his back or hurt his pounding head further. He tossed it into a trash bag that would be going to the special washer soon. He hesitated at the jeans Joey had changed into, but a small nod of permission had him unbuckling the belt in the next second.

Seto threw the belt in the bag before working on the jeans. Joey held onto his biceps to help stay balanced as his jeans were removed. Seto helped him to step out of his jeans, opting to leave him in his boxers. Sick or not, Seto was not crossing that line unless he had to. Joey was able to climb into the shower and wash away the stink. While he did that, Seto handed off the trash bag to a maid and gathered a fresh set of clothes.

He sent another maid to the kitchen for some cranberry juice and toast. Seto knew it would be soothing for Joey’s throat and stomach. Seto pulled Joey away from the spray when helping him wash body and hair. Joey stepped under the spray to wash both out. Seto ensured all of it was gone before helping him climb out. Between the two of them, they managed to get his body dry.

Seto helped him pull on a pair of sleep pants and shirt before helping him walk out of the bathroom. Joey stopped in the doorway, bringing both of them to a screeching halt. Seto looked at the pale color of his face before glancing back at the toilet.

“Are you going to be sick again?” Seto asked.

Joey paused as if trying to figure that out. It took a minute before he shook his head with a tiny head motion. They took slow, staggering steps until they reached the bed. Seto was careful when helping Joey to sit up against the pillows. With his stomach probably still churning, Joey shouldn’t lay down just yet. The maid returned from the kitchen with the juice and toast.

Joey wasn’t interested in eating. He only wanted to curl up in bed and sleep away the queasiness. However, Seto was insistent he get something in his stomach. Joey managed to nibble down a piece and half of toast, washing it down with half a glass of the cranberry juice. Pleased that some of the meal was gone, Seto sent it away with the maid.

The poor blonde whimpered as his arm wound around his stomach. With Seto still standing close to the bed, Joey plopped his head against his stomach. Sympathizing with the younger male, Seto rubbed at the base of his skull. Joey curled his face more into the shirt, trying to seek comfort in any way he could. Joey had been sick many times in the past, but never had anyone to try and make him feel better.

Roland entered the room a minute later with Mokuba staying back in the doorway. The firm hand kneading the back of his neck was slowly pushing him towards a sleep state. Seto turned his head to speak softly to Roland.

“Call the school. Tell them we won’t be in today. Call the office. Tell my secretary to reschedule all my meetings and inform her I won’t be in today. Escort Mokuba to school and return here,” Seto commanded.

Rolland bowed his head and left, ushering Mokuba away as he closed the door behind him. Seto looped his arm around Joey before lowering him to lie down on the bed.

“Try to sleep. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Seto whispered.

Already more than half gone, Joey followed the suggestion and fell asleep with an arm wound around his midsection.

Joey woke up when he felt his body being shifted. He let out a small groan, scrunching up his shirt over his stomach. A familiar voice lightly shushed him while carding a hand through his hair. Joey allowed himself to be shifted until he was lying on his side with his head resting on Seto’s shoulder. A hand gently pried his hand loose before replacing it to rub soft circles over his stomach.

Joey’s body sagged against Seto with one gigantic sigh. Seto reached down with his free hand to pull the comforter up to at least partially cover the shivering blonde. He felt warm when Seto’s hand slid across his forehead and cheek. Seto made a note to have him take something when Roland returned. He hummed in the back of throat when Joey shifted closer so Seto’s hand slid a little harder over his stomach.

“How’s your stomach?” Seto muttered.

Joey sniffled. “Hurts.”

Seto wished he could take the pain away. While he tried easing the pain, Seto realized he had laid Joey down so his bad ear was resting against Seto. He heard Joey mumble something across his skin, but he didn’t hear him.

“What?”

Joey sighed.

“Don’t usually like being sick. Kinda glad I am right now.”

Seto frowned at the top of Joey’s head.

“Why?”

Joey smiled.

“No one’s ever helped me before. Always had to take care of myself or suffer through it alone,” Joey confessed in a low voice.

Seto’s heart plummeted. His parents had always comforted him. After their death, his little brother was there for him when he was sick. Now he had Roland and Mokuba that cared for him; plus the occasional sympathetic maid who found out. It put things into perspective for him. He found himself relaxing further down into the pillows and pulling Joey a smidge closer.

It wasn’t long before Roland returned from taking Mokuba to school. He brought Joey some medication which Seto had to coax him to take. Thankfully, Joey managed to eat a little lunch when a maid brought something for the males. Seto played a movie on the laptop Roland brought him. It sat on top of a pillow on his knees with it facing where both could see without either one having to move.

When there wasn’t a hand carding through his hair, it was another gently rubbing his stomach. At some point, the hand slipped under his shirt. Joey sighed as his eyes began to droop. The hand directly on his stomach felt nicer than through his shirt. Halfway through the movie, Joey fell back asleep.

Despite the movie playing, Seto’s attention fell away from it. He understood Joey had become a part of his life now, but he didn’t know what role the male now played in his life.

Brother?

Friend?

Best friend?

Or could it be something more?

/……/

That morning, Joey had felt well enough to attend court. Nonetheless, Seto informed Mr. Langley. He asked the man to keep an eye on Joey and to pull him from the courtroom himself if the male appeared worse. Mr. Langley agreed wholeheartedly to do so. After attending court, Joey had planned to return back to the house for the rest of the day since court ended around the lunch hour.

While he was sitting outside during lunch, Seto called up his lawyer to find out the details.

“How was court today?” Seto asked.

“We have had better days. The District Attorney was able to get through most of the evidence today.”

“What about the Defense?”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to ask Joey about that. It was a rough day for him, Seto.”

Seto’s mind immediately went to panic alert. He calmly thanked the man before hanging up. He packed up his things and signed himself out at the office. The Principal was hesitant to allow him to sign himself out again, but when Seto mentioned who he was going to talk to, the man gladly let him go.

Upon arriving at the Manor, Seto went in search of the blonde duelist. It didn’t take long to locate the duelist out in the garden by the koi pond. He was sitting on the ground throwing a few small koi fish pellets out in the water. He approached quietly, but into Joey’s line of sight. Joey scooted over a bit for Seto to sit down beside him.

“Langley call ya?” Joey asked, flinging a pellet out far.

“I called him. What happened today?” Seto asked.

“Lou…the Defense Attorney…is questioning my competency. He implied I made the abuse history up and evidence was fabricated or the gang. They’re going to put me on the stand in a few weeks. They’re scheduled for December 18 at nine.”

Seto was seething. All Joey had to do was show them his back and that moronic Defense Attorney would swallow his words.

“Do you want me there?” Seto demanded.

Joey appeared hesitant as he nodded his head so Seto repeated his question with a tad more forcefulness. This time, Joey nodded with more confidence.

“Yea. Yea, I do.”

“Then I’ll be there. You can depend on me, Joey.”

Joey smiled. “Thanks, Seto.”

And maybe after this whole trial is over, I can figure out what role he now plays in my life. I can’t see him as a rival anymore. Not after everything that’s happened, Seto thought.

END OF CHAPTER TWELVE

A/N: Sorry if it seems like a short chapter. School starts back up again soon so I’ll be posting when I can.
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