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Thrice Perfection	By : NihilEtNemo Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1646 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~~oOo~~

Thrice Perfection

response to
Relinquished�s challenge
I don�t own Seto,
Yami, Ryou, or YuGiOh.

~~oOo~~

Seto stared at
the sky through the moonroof in his Aston Martin. There wasn�t a cloud in the
sky, and the moon shone down on him like a single eye, watching his every move.

What was he
doing here? Yes, Yami had asked him to meet him here, but really� what was he
doing here? He should be at work� or with Mokuba� not here. Anywhere but here�

The sky�s
blind eye stared at him accusingly, telling him that he knew the truth behind
his reluctance. He knew he did. It accused him of fear, and he didn�t refute
it. These memories� they were his memories, himself of another life, and they
told him the ending to this story. He wasn�t sure if he should be afraid of it,
and he wasn�t sure if he was afraid of history repeating itself, or of
unwittingly changing the past. He was afraid, though.

The rustling
of leaves in the park assaulted his ears, rudely interrupting the sacred
silence of his contemplation, reminding him that there was a world outside his
car. Introspection thusly ruined, he gave a silent sigh and leaned against the
steering wheel, his eyes hidden from the reproachful pearl in the backs of his
hands. It wasn�t quite time for him to be there; he hadn�t looked at the clock,
but he could feel it. He was going to go, of course; there was no use denying
it. There might have been a way, some depth of resolve he could have called
upon, to stay away, but if so he had yet to find it.

Somewhere deep
in the trees a bird sang, calling him, ridiculing him. The bird was courageous
enough to brave the park and Yami � why wasn�t he? The insult was understood,
accepted, and undisputed. He cared not at all about what some feathered
nuisance thought of him, however, only that it was thoughtless enough to
disrupt his self-deprecating line of thought. He knew that he was a coward�
some things never changed. He always had been a coward. He remembered perfectly
being afraid of something very similar to this in another life. Remembering how
that ended, he knew he shouldn�t be afraid�

Everyone
wanted true love, right?

No one in
their right mind was afraid to be loved, right?

Right?

�That�s it.�
He was startled when his harsh voice broke into his solitude; he didn�t recall
intending to speak. He sounded so firm and confident � even now, his voice
refused to betray him. He doubted it would show his emotions even if he wanted
it to. Then again, when would he want it to? Precisely. He was just fine
exactly how he was, and he didn�t need anything � anything at all � to change
in his life. Especially not something like this.

He knew that
he should just start the car and leave. Really, he should. There was nothing to
impede him, nothing but the impenetrable wall of silence around him, and though
it seemed a sacrilege to destroy it, he shouldn�t have hesitated to do so.

Instead, he
found himself opening the door, stepping out onto the asphalt of the parking
lot. His boots made a rather loud noise, and he found himself wincing.
Sacrilege indeed, and unavoidable at that. The car door slamming a million
times the blasphemy of footsteps.

His feet
carried him unwilling into the grass. The noise was less obtrusive, but loud in
the empty air, the swishing of pliant plant life around his leather-clad
appendages horrifyingly loud to his own ears. He couldn�t have stopped the
blasphemy if he�d tried, however. It was his nature to disrupt.

The shadows his
him as he drew near the destination, his arrival destined and inescapable. He
paused still within their comforting embrace, unwilling to thrust himself into
he harsh moonlight just yet.

The sacrilege
of his approach had not gone unnoticed, and there was a glowing figure looking
already at him, all but the eyes almost shimmering in the moonlight. His body
tensed; this was new. This wasn�t how it had been last time; last time his
pharaoh had been alone, had confessed his love, and he had succumbed. Now�
there was another. It wasn�t right. It wasn�t going according to plan�!

�Yami?� What
had been intended as a question came into existence as a demand, his eyes
focused on the darker figure at the water�s edge. He needed an explanation � he
needed to know why it was changed. Why it wasn�t going to happen as it had last
time.

The object of
his inspection turned to face him, a brief glimpse of a small smile stolen
before his face was consumed by the shadows. He could feel his eyes boring into
him, judging him; he wanted to shrink back into the shadows, away from those
merciless hidden fires.

�Hello, Seto.�
The voice that finally rang free was confident and self assured. He knew
precisely what was going on; he held that knowledge hanging in the air above
the head of at least one of his companions. Ryou was calm, very calm, but he
seemed also unsure� perhaps the knowledge was being kept from them both.

�I was hoping
you wouldn�t change your mind,� Yami went on calmly; his anxiety shot skyward.
Change his mind? Why would he change his mind? Should he have figured something
out � should he have realized something? Was his judgment being clouded by his
fears?

�Why?� he
asked, demanded, harshly enough to cover his nervousness. �Should I have?� A
straight question, worthy of a straight answer. If there was something going on
he should have realized by now, he wanted to know. Now.

�No, I don�t
think so,� Yami assured him evenly, putting his fearful mind at ease. �Why
don�t you come out here in the light with the rest of us?� He couldn�t see his
face, but he could hear it as he gestured around himself and the glowing Ryou �
that smile, that secret little smirk, advertising the private joke that only he
knew the punchline to. That smirk made him nervous.

Maybe he should
just leave � he didn�t have to know this. He didn�t have to listen. The past
was already changed, and it couldn�t end the same. Knowing that, there was no
reason for him to remain here.

Instead of
fleeing, he stepped into the light, silently committing himself to the course.
He had to stay � he had to know what was different this time. He�d thought that
this would be simple � they would replay these memories that plagued him, and
the past would repeat as it was wont to do. Ryou made that impossible, and now
he didn�t know what was going on, what was going to happen.

Ryou� he
silently inspected the interloper as he felt Yami�s fiery eyes run over him,
committing him to memory. Ryou was silent, calm, sure of himself and his place
here. Did he already know what this was? Or was that just his normal coolness?
Hard to tell� impossible to tell. He envied him, truly. He could be cold and
often was, but he was rarely ever cool�

�What am I
here for?� he demanded of Yami, wrenching his eyes from the pale observer. He
had to know why it was different this time. Why it couldn�t have been the same.

�I only wanted
to talk to you,� he assured him calmly, soothing his restless mind once more.
How did he do that? How did he know just what he needed? �Both of you.� Once
more, he turned his back to them both, his eyes back to the pond. Ryou glanced
at him � a sign of nervousness. The mystery was resolved; he didn�t understand
either. He only covered it better.

What was so
interesting about the pond? It was water, nothing more. There were no answers
there, nothing but the streak of reflected moonlight and still water. There was
nothing more interesting there than anywhere else. What reason could he have
for continually looking at it so? Was it to avoid looking at them?

It must have
been� �Then get on with it. I have somewhere to be.� Yes, somewhere � anywhere
but here� that was where he had to be right at this very moment.

That smirk was
back in his voice. �I will,� he said. �In a moment. Isn�t the night perfect?�

Perfect? How
could the night be perfect? So far, the night had only been a solid mass of
apprehension. A moment�s peace would have been perfect. Never having come here
would have been perfect. This night� no. Not perfection. The opposite of
perfection, in his mind. His mind was surely about to melt, because he didn�t
know how much more of this �perfection� he could take.

�I think you
know why you�re here, Seto.� The words are apparently directed at the water, a
simple statement of fact, calmly mentioned in passing. The problem was that he
actually didn�t. He�d thought so, but with Ryou here�

�I know about
your memories. I�m not sure if you remember what this should remind you of just
yet, but I think you do.� He looked back over his shoulder with a small smile �
that same small smile.

�Then why is
he here?� The words left his mouth before he could think of trying to stop
them, before he was even sure what he was going to say. And lo, his voice was
beginning to betray him. The ice was melting, and his fear was rearing its ugly
head. But fear of what, this time? Fear of being denied? That this was only so
that yami could tell him, man to man, that� what? He wanted Ryou, and thought
that he should know now instead of finding out later? That he shouldn�t be
getting his hopes up?

His fears
wouldn�t even focus on one thing� he couldn�t be afraid of every possibility.
He couldn�t possibly be both afraid that Yami was going to tell him he loved
him, and going to tell him he didn�t. It simply wasn�t� reasonable.

Yami�s smile,
if anything, only deepened, though it refused to grow any larger. �Don�t worry,
Seto. No one is being replaced.�

His gratitude
in hearing that was matched only by his shame that he needed to. It shouldn�t
matter to him who Yami liked. He should have been welcome to have Ryou.

He wasn�t, but
he should have been.

A glance
toward the glowing hikari to see how he was taking this revealed nothing save
that he was apparently vaguely confused. Of course not; he had no idea what
they were talking about. But, if Yami wasn�t going to tell Seto that he wanted
Ryou, then� Why was he here?

�Yami?� Ryou
asked quietly. His voice committed no blasphemy, no sacrilege against the
stillness. �Can you tell me�?�

Yami nodded
slightly. �My apologies.� He turned around once more the keep them both in
sight; maybe this time he would stay that way. He felt a moment of jealousy at
the consideration afforded the interloper. He had asked the same and gotten
only veiled responses designed to perhaps lessen his anxiety but leave him no
less in the dark.

�Do you
remember, Seto?�

He said
nothing for a moment. Did he remember? Remember what this was obviously
intended to make him think of? He thought so. An Egyptian night thousands of
years ago, much like this one�

�Yes�� he said
hesitantly, then cursed his voice. He still had no desire to reveal his
emotions so. �Yes, I remember. You brought me to the river and told me you
loved me.� His face flushed slightly as he said it. Was it the wrong memory?
Was it a completely invented memory? What if he was making a fool of himself?

But Yami only
nodded. �You remember. Furthermore, you accept what you remember. You aren�t
trying to deny it, or drive yourself insane rather than face it.� He seemed
almost proud of him, and the flush refused to leave his face. He shouldn�t care
if Yami was proud or approved of him.

Ryou appeared
to be accepting it all silently, making his own inductive leaps and drawing his
own conclusions. Seto watched him, even with Yami�s words. He played some part
here� some important part. What was it?

His eyes
jerked back to Yami, forgetting Ryou. He remembered, but this obviously wasn�t
the same. So what was it?

�I still love
you, Seto.�

And there it
was.

He said
nothing to that� what could he say? The silence forgave the sacrilege and
returned, once more taking its place like a warm blanket around them. No
movement, nor word, nor even breath marred the stillness for an eternity. Not
even a thought broke the quiet in his mind.

Yami�s quiet
voice gently intruded, parting the silence like a curtain between them, letting
it fall smoothly back into place after his words had passed. �And I still want
you.�

Still� still
he couldn�t say anything. There was nothing for him to say to that. The
admission fell flatly upon his brain, and he couldn�t say anything, to return
it, to refute it, to acknowledge it. Maybe, if he didn�t acknowledge it, it
wouldn�t be real� he didn�t know why he should want that, but at that moment,
he wanted nothing more than to go home and have had this never have happened,
have those words never have been uttered�

Yami was
undeterred by the lack of response. Darkened crimson eyes bored into darkened
blue, unblinkingly, appearing to try and force him to accept it by the pure
force of his iron will.

�I want you
both.�

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