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Suicide Bridge	By : Wknightmare Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1404 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Suicide Bridge

Author: Kris Ice

Rating: R

Pairing: SetoxJou

Beta: Katbcoll

Spoilers: nope

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh or any characters associated with it.

Summary: A stranger offers Seto an old story about mistakes made and a loved one lost.
Seto walked into the small bar, not paying that much attention to his surroundings. It was four hours after Jou had run out because of their argument and two hours since he�d started looking for the blond. Jou had always come back quickly before, but this time he hadn�t. The brunette collapsed in a chair by the bar, dropping his head into his hands. He�d looked everywhere he could think of. The only thing left to do was call his friends, but he wasn�t that desperate yet. At least that�s what he told himself. After all, why should he have to be afraid of them?
�Need something for a headache?�
He looked up in surprise to find an older man standing behind the bar watching him with dark brown eyes. His gray hair still held a suggestion of the jet black it must have been before time had taken its toll. Seto blinked at him before glancing around, noticing that he and the bartender were the only ones in the small bar. �Just water, thank you.�
The man nodded and moved away, coming back a few moments later with a clean glass full of ice water and a small bottle of aspirin.
After swallowing a couple of pills, the brunette played with his glass, trying to think of somewhere else to look.
�What to talk about it?�
He meant to say �no�, had even planned a mostly polite rejection, but when he opened his mouth his guilt and pain spilled out. By time he had wound down, he was on his third glass of water and felt like doing the world a favor and blowing his brains out. However, he wasn�t going to do it in the small bar. For one thing, the old man would stop him, for another, he didn�t deserve to have to clean it up.
The older man nodded, leaning against the wall behind him. �It sounds like you�ve caused quite a mess for yourself.�
Seto snorted. �All I did was tell him I made plans for Saturday.�
Sharp eyes studied him for a moment. �That may be, but did you even consider what he might have wanted to do? Had you ever asked for his opinion?�
The brunette looked up at the man and frowned. �Why would I? He always does what I plan for us to do and doesn�t complain.�
�That doesn�t mean he doesn�t have something else he wants to do.� He paused, looking down at the younger man. �Every good relationship has to be fifty-fifty. A butterfly can only survive in an open hand, son. You can�t close your hand and hold it forever. It will beat against the walls around it before suffocating.�
Storm blue eyes narrowed. �I�m not suffocating him. I give him time to himself.�
The older man sighed. �You�re not listening.� He glanced up at the ceiling for a moment, thinking. �Let me tell you a story.� He raised an eyebrow, cutting off Seto�s protest and smiled when the young man relaxed in his chair.
�About� forty years ago, I believe, there were a couple of kids who lived in this area. They were real damn close, some people thought they may have been more than friends, some of us knew they were. But that wasn�t the sort of thing anyone talked about back then. Jiro was the leader and Hiroshi the follower. Anyone could see that they cared a lot for each other, but Hiroshi was friendly and outgoing and Jiro was always jealous when he saw his lover talking and laughing with others. They started fighting off and on and Jiro started keeping an even tighter leash on Hiroshi.� The old man paused, getting himself a drink of water and taking a sip before continuing.
�Well, things kept getting worse, driving Jiro to do everything he could to ensure that Hiroshi couldn�t leave him, including making the other completely dependent on him by making him lose his job every time he got one.� He shook his head. �Everything came to a head when Hiroshi figured out that Jiro was responsible for his friends not talking to him and for people not being willing to hire him. They started screaming at each other not long after dark. Everyone in the complex heard them, but it was so common, no one bothered to do anything.� He sighed, his eyes sad. �Hiroshi stormed out and disappeared. For the longest time, everyone believed that he had gotten sick and tired of Jiro and left. Jiro went downhill after that. He started drinking heavily and lost his job and apartment. Somehow he managed to keep people from noticing just how bad he was until he was found leaning up against a building, an almost lethal amount of alcohol in his blood.� Dark brown eyes looked past Seto, looking deep into the past.
�They sent him to rehab, and the whole thing would have been dismissed if a terrible discovery hadn�t been made. A couple of miles downriver from the bridge just down the road there,� he said, nodding toward the abandoned highway outside the bar, �a fisherman�s dog found a body. It took them quite a while to determine the identity because it was mostly decomposed.�
When he paused again, Seto spoke up. �It was Hiroshi�s.�
The old man nodded. �Yep, it turned out he hadn�t taken off after all. Far as anyone could tell, he jumped off the bridge and was swept downstream. The fall didn�t kill him, but it broke both his legs so he couldn�t swim. He drowned in that river and had been washed up on the bank where he was found six years later. That bridge has been called �Suicide Bridge� since then and there�s been at least four more suicides over the years.�
�What happened to Jiro?� Seto asked, wondering if Jou was now standing on that bridge looking down into the murky water.
The old man swallowed the last of his drink and set the glass upside down on the bar. �He was devastated. He always blamed himself for Hiroshi�s suicide and most people agreed with him. He was gone for years and no one expected him to come back, but one day in late spring, he came into town on a bus and walked out to the bridge. No one really knows what happened, but when he came back he seemed calmer. He never really recovered from what happened and spent the rest of his life trying to make up for it, but there was always an air of guilt and sorrow around him. When he died about twenty years ago, the people around here took up a fund to pay for his funeral because he had become a strong community leader who volunteered almost all of his time working with troubled kids.� He smiled. �He built this place. It�s a dance club for underage kids. He wanted to give kids a place to go to get them out of the streets and where they could go to get help if they needed it. He was always willing to take kids in. There�s rooms upstairs were he�d let the kids crash until a place could be found for them.� He chuckled. �When the city leaders were trying to decide where to bury him, a lady who�d grown up with the boys insisted that Jiro had to be buried next to Hiroshi, so that they could be together in death like they always wanted to be in life. In the end, the city council agreed with her and got permission to move the body from the grave next to him. After the funeral, they put in a double headstone for them with the phrase �reunited in heaven�.� He snorted. �It�s become something of a Romeo and Juliet-type legend around here, although most people try to say that Hiroshi was a woman.�
Seto chuckled and finished his glass. He started to get up, but the old man wasn�t quite done.
�Jiro never got over the fact that he wasn�t there to stop his lover from throwing himself off the bridge. Nightmares of that haunted him for the rest of his life.�
The brunette looked away for a moment. �Thank you for the drink, I need to go.�
The old man nodded. �Just don�t forget, son, a butterfly can only live in an open hand.�
Seto nodded and walked out into the night. He paused for a moment, looking up toward the bright stars that seemed to be hanging in the crisp night sky. For a moment, he was reminded of the time he and Jou had laid out on the front lawn, staring up at the sky. It had been not long after they had started dating, before things started going wrong. Jou had laid his head against the taller boy�s chest while Seto pointed out different constellations to him.
The young CEO sighed and brought his gaze back down to earth. He felt almost numb as he walked toward his black car. He ran his hand over the fender, a sad smile tugging at his lips as he remembered picking Jou up in this car for their first date. He shook his head and unlocked the door. He didn�t have time to become nostalgic. After he climbed in and fastened his seat belt he sat there for a moment, staring into the night. He�d been so afraid of Jou leaving him that he never considered the fact that he was crushing him by holding him so tightly. He closed his eyes and leaned his head on the steering wheel before he started up the car.
A few minutes later, he was still turning the old man�s words through his mind when a flash of something startled him and he slammed on his breaks. To his surprise, a moth darted away through the light of his head lights. He chuckled at his overreaction and glanced up, freezing when he saw Jou standing a few feet away coming from the opposite direction.
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