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Winding Road	By : lostintheheartland Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5139 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Over thirty hours later Jou let himself wearily into his apartment. The police had held him in questioning for all of that time. They’d finally released him from ‘protective hold’ when flight records (duly subpoenaed) showed that he was in a plane over the ocean at the time all of the blood had been spilled in his son’s room. Mai had been subsequently cleared as airport recordings showed her waiting at the airport at that time.

Valon was held without bond and continued to shout his innocence, claiming someone had broken in and beaten his son, then taken his lifeless body from his arms. He’d been too beat up to stop the perpetrator from setting the boy alight and washing his ashes down the bathroom drain. The scorch marks on the walls, smell of burning, and pathetic fragments of skull, and a single tooth were all they found of Vic’s body. But the DNA from the blood and brain splattered on the bed had been a perfect match for the sad remnants.

Collapsing on his couch he tapped star nine on his Udjat. A sphere of light emerged and floated at eye level, stretching and broadening to the size of a large beach ball. Seto appeared in the ball. He was standing beside a large bed. Vic was on the bed bouncing on his knees. Across the distance he heard his beloved son’s voice chanting “Sing, sing, sing.”

“I... uh...Sing what?” The blue eyes turned to the floating orb, where a picture of Jounouchi looked out at him. “He is as impossible as you are. What does he want me to sing.”

“Daddy!” When he would have bounced out of bed and grabbed the spinning ball of light Seto held him back.

“He’s calling long distance. You can’t hug the ball. Besides, you’re still getting all better. Sit still and he’ll talk to you.” Seto’s voice held a note of long suffering patience.

“Hey buddy. You feeling good?”

“Yes Daddy. But when are you coming home? Kissitoe won’t sing.”

Jou chuckled. “That’s Kaiba Seto Bud.”

“Said dat. Kissitoe.”

He’d forgotten that his son did not like the letter ‘b’ and he slurred his a’s. Oh well. It was a good nickname. “Okay. Well he don’t know how. Why don’t you teach him. Then we’ll all sing it together.”

The toddler in nine year old’s body nodded eagerly. “’kay Daddy. Kissitoe it’s like dis. An’ ya gotta do yer hands too.”

He spread his hands out and reached forward like he was picking something up. “Found a peanut – Found a peanut – FOUND A PEANUT just today...”

Ten minutes and twelve peanuts later, Vic was sleeping, Seto was glaring at the golden orb, and Jounouchi was laughing his ass off. Tiptoeing out of the room he motioned and the ball, and laughing blond, followed him to a room Jou recognized as Seto’s. “Stop laughing you jackass.”

“Sure thing, Kissitoe.”

“Mutt I’m doing you a huge favor. Can’t you pretend to be grateful.” More irritation, but this time Jou caught the faint edge of humor.

“C’mon he’s a great kid.”

“Yeah he is.” Seto conceded. “He’s the oddest mix. He can read and write well above the level of a nine year old. He walks, moves and is toilet trained like an older child. But he talks and acts like a toddler. I’ve spoken to Marik and he has checked on him almost daily times. He’s perfectly fine physically. His personality center was damaged the most, that and his memory area. He’s lost his memories and developmental growth. But he’s retained all the learning and practical knowledge he had.”

“Then he will be young for his years. Not like I don’t know anything about that. People called me immature for years.” Jou smiled. “And I am grateful Kaiba. To all of you. I’ve got bad news though. I’m going to be here for about six weeks. I have to testify against Valon and... well Mai is still insisting that Valon didn’t kill him.”

“We both know he did. He was dead. If he hadn’t stayed with his body to be close to you he’d be in the ground and we’d be scraping you off the front of some bus.”

“You don’t have to convince me. I held him, I felt his bones floating in his skin like fruit in jello. I... I had his brains smeared on my shirt. I damn well know it.” He sighed and dropped his head into his hands. “I just don’t get it.”

“Get what?” Seto asked curiously as he stripped out of his shirt and kicked off his shoes, toeing his socks off in the process. Barefoot he turned and padded to his dresser to pull out a pair of pajamas. At the lack of response he glanced over his shoulder to see Jou staring at him with wide, wide eyes. Stifling the small thrill it gave him he turned casually sliding the top on, leaving the buttons open. He had a great eight pack. He worked hard for it. Why not show it off? “Get what?” He prodded again as he unbuckled his thin black belt and unfastened his trousers, letting them fall to the floor.

“Oh...uh...” Seto hid his smirk at that articulate response. And of course the pink flooding Jou’s cheeks wasn’t too bad either.

“You’re staring. Why so embarrassed? You’ve seen me naked before.” He teased softly then wanted to kick himself when the golden gaze jerked away.

“I don’t get the soul mate shit. It made Yugi hurt Anzu, made you hurt Kisara and made Mai blind to the monster Valon is.”

“I... can’t answer that.”

“Ya don’t hafta. I ain’t met my so-called soul mate, but judgin’ by what I’ve seen. I don’t want to. Ever!” Jou glowered and sighed. “I’ll use the Udjat to visit tomorrow. I’ll try to make it in the morning and then at bedtime for him. I’ll spare you the ‘peanut song.’” With a nod he tapped the end button.

Seto watched Jou’s Udjat communication ball wink out of existence and reached for his own. In a second all six of his team were staring at them from a giant merged ball. “We have a problem.”

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Kaiba Seto sighed and stared moodily at the ceiling. Epiphany. He hated it. He hadn’t believed in it until just over six years ago. Inspiration sure, but not knowledge that sprang up like a bolt from the blue so huge and dramatic that it altered the very fabric of one’s existence.

He hadn’t believed it for two reasons. The first being it had never happened to him and the second because he didn’t believe any human, shallow and lazy by nature, could change in a single instant. He was a very practical, some would say cold, man. He had to see things for himself to believe them and the ephemeral, emotional side of life passed him by, discounted as useless because of his inability to grasp the finer points. He didn’t worry about the lack because it made him less of a target and made people easier to use and manipulate. His ability to distance himself from the rest of humanity, to dismiss their emotions and needs, had given him a sense of superiority that was entrenched in the fabric of his life. He was better than the idiots and sheep who littered the human landscape and didn’t hesitate to show it. If some small part of him wept at the cold isolation of his life he ignored that crying voice.

Then, in an instant, his entire perspective had changed. Life as he knew it ended and a new one began. And like many others before him, he knew there was no going back. It hadn’t been a small thing, of course back then, before he learned to see and understand the big picture in the small things, it would have to be huge. He remembered it clearly. His mind and it’s ability for total recall allowed him no way to hide from the truth.

He’d been in a meeting listening to one of his staff lawyers and physicians bleat on about the mental status of an employee who’d gone psycho and destroyed a lot of very expensive equipment. His security expert was there with a list of damages and to witness statements. He listened to the doctor’s assessment with a pseudo-concern that fooled no one in the room. But if asked to testify, the professionals could say that Kaiba Seto appeared to be very concerned for his employee.

The physician was trying his best to paint the man in a good light. Never any trouble, always punctual, had been to the doctor four times for seeing shadows and hearing noises while in his cubicle. The doctor believed there was something in the environment was affecting the employee’s nervous system as the symptoms only happened while at work and the man. up until a few weeks ago, had adored his position as lead programmer.

The lawyer was taking notes, his intelligent brown eyes assessing everything from Seto’s detached pseudo-concern to the doctor’s highly polished loafers. Seto made a mental note. Smarter than the average sheep. His security expert had given a list of damages and read witness statements earlier and was sitting quietly, a pen and paper at the ready, in case he was given an instruction. Of course Seto would order that the employee be fired, his last pay check be held to cover some of the damages. The rest would be a write off. All that was left to be decided was whether or not to press charges. To Seto it was a foregone conclusion. But for appearances sake he agreed to meet with the doctor while the professional sheep bleated on about mental status. Seto did agree with him though. The ex-programmer was mental all right, but not because he was seeing shadows and hearing evil whispers, but for destroying a single thing that belong to Kaiba Seto.

He suffered the nagging in silence for a few more moments before rendering his decision. Just as he was about to interrupt the flow of medical and psycho babble he saw something odd. The shadows on the wall behind the good doctor had shifted and moved, coming off the wall as if a living being. He’d had no way of knowing that another shadow had done the same on the wall behind his chair. He watched in fascination as the shadow split into three and glided silently behind the three men facing him across from his desk.

Frowning, he’d closed his eyes and shook his head slightly. He didn’t believe in shadows that moved on their own, dividing and walking as men. He was definitely too tired. He opened his eyes and stood slowly. “Gentlemen, I suggest we adjourn for the day. I need to think about...” Those were the last words he spoke in his old life. The shadows behind the men struck with lightening fast ferocity, slamming into the three with killing force. Seto had no time to cry out or even press a button for assistance. His own body was falling as a spear of black ice obliterated every thought or impulse. He literally felt his heart stop and his life drain away as he crumpled to the floor. He was dead before his body stopped it’s downward journey to the plush carpet in his office.

From black ice to warm sunlight. Seto looked around the large, column and arch studded hallway. Like any hallway it stretched in two directions, with doors at either end. Sunlight filled it, shining through arched windows that ran the entire length of the of the hall. Outside the hall were lush, green, rolling hills and a sky so intensely blue it hurt to look at.

His first indication that he wasn’t alone was a confused voice asking hesitantly “Where are we?” He glanced over his shoulder. The three men he’d just been in a meeting with were standing grouped together staring around with varying degrees of confusion and apprehension. It was the lawyer who answered “We’re dead. I’ve been here before.” Instead of frowning or crying, the man, Kinnou smiled and stepped towards the closest door eagerly.

“Dead? But how? What’s happening?” The security expert had lost his frightened look and was looking at the lawyer as if he held the answer.

The physician was looking up and down the hall. “Dead? Well I’d expected to be met but perhaps we need to move on.” He mumbled, almost to himself.

Seto growled and looked up and down the hall too. One end seemed to be endlessly long; trailing into the darkness, filled with shadows with a black and silver door just barely visible. Given his recent experience with shadows he prudently turned to the other end. A huge golden door stood in majestic splendor, gleaming bright as a beacon in the sunlight. Even as he watched the door opened and more light, brighter and somehow more inviting poured out. Two figures, ones he recognized from research and past experience stepped into the hall, leaving the door open behind them.

He boldly stepped forward to meet them. “Rah and Set.” He offered them a scant bow, more than he’d offered any human in his life.

The two ancient gods looked at him with cold, appraising eyes. Without courtesy, indeed why would a god be polite to a mortal? Rah began. “Your lives as you know them have ended. Normally you would all be at your just rewards.” His eyes flickered with knowledge and the three sheep cringed slightly, huddling together. Seto stood straight and tall. He was ashamed of nothing. “However, we wish to make a bargain with you as we have need of you.”

The lawyer straightened and stepped forward boldly. Seto approved. Definitely not your average sheep. “What is this bargain?”

“We offer you choice. You all may choose to stay here and dwell in paradise with your loved ones forever, or you may choose to return to your mortal lives to live out a few pitiful years then return here to be cast into a hell you can not imagine, separated for a thousand years from your loved ones.”

“Choice. Some choice. What do you want from us in return for eternal paradise.” Kinnou asked. He knew bargains were never free. The wanted something from them.

“Something you won’t need here, something that you will never need again. But it must be freely given and the exchange permanent.”

“What something?” He grated. It was obvious he didn’t like the way the god was toying with him.

“Your bodies. They currently lie cold and lifeless on the floor. If you accept paradise you will move on and three others will inhabit them. Your lives on earth, everything, will become theirs. They will become one with that flesh and bone. It will be as if they were born to it. They will have your memories as well as their own. They would not inhabit or possess – they would become what you once were.”

“And if we refuse we are tormented for a thousand years?”

“You will have a short miserable life. You will die, as will most of the inhabitants of earth in just a few years. The shadow creatures that destroyed you will destroy everything in your realm. The souls we want to place in your bodies will stop that from happening.”

The lawyer stared at the god with eyes that weighed and measured. The physician stepped forward. “Not much choice is there? Paradise and saving the world? Count me in. My wife always said I had a hero complex. So what do I do?”

Set spoke for the first time. “Marik.” He called deeply. A spirit, ephemeral, transparent, but still with a resemblance to Ishtar Malik floated through the door. “Shake hands, as you would to accept a bargain.” The man held out his hand without a sign of hesitation. As the two touched a glow surrounded the doctor, drawing energy from him, making him as faint and ephemeral as Marik even as Marik grew firm, solid. The now wispy doctor smiled faintly “She’s waiting isn’t she?”

“They are, they all are.” Marik assured him.

Joy lit the other man’s face. Without a word of goodbye he floated through the open door.

“They?” the security expert asked cautiously.

“Yahima’s wife was killed in a car accident three years ago. She was eight months pregnant with twin girls at the time.” Set explained. “They are all waiting for him. The girls want to meet their father.”

The security man nodded and stepped forward. “I accept.”

Rah nodded and called “Thief.”

The white-haired freak flew through the door and held out his hand, not waiting for prompting. The other man stared at it and the apparition for a moment before clasping the vaporous appendage. The transformation was immediate. No gentle glow or soft bleeding of energies. In less than a blink they had changed places. But the security man didn’t complain. His face was split in a wide grin. “She’s calling me to come. She’s always liked me to hurry home.” With that smile still beaming, he streaked across the hall and through the door.”

“She? Morimoto’s wife died too?” Seto asked softly. It was very fucking convenient. Gods were known to make things convenient for themselves, often at the expense of mortals. He looked at the man who used to be his lawyer. “Did your wife die conveniently too Kinnou?”

“Morimoto’s mother.” Rah corrected. “They were devoted to each other. She chose to smoke for years and died of lung cancer.”

“I’ve never had a wife and never knew my mother. She abandoned me in an alley.” His lips twisted bitterly. “I wouldn’t spit on her much less give up my life to see her.”

“But there is someone.” Seto knew it. It was the way the gods worked.

“Yes, someone. And as much as I want to be with him I want something else as well. You said our lives would be miserable. That these other spirits will save the world from that misery but you never said they would not be miserable. They are giving up paradise to save the world. I want to add a clause to the contract. I agree – if you agree that the saviors will find happiness as well.”

Rah looked startled for a moment then fury lit his features. “You think to bargain with us? With me? Do you know how insignificant you are? How dare you!”

“I’m hardly insignificant. You need me to save the world, my body and my agreement. You can’t let the world end. I’ve done research on Gods and Religion and formed a hypothesis. Gods garner their power, their energy, their ‘godliness’ from believers and worship. You need the energy of us mortals to feed you – either your ego or your need for power. I don’t know which and I don’t care. But you need me, because I have free will and my will can crash this cycle of yours, disrupting it’s flow, destroying not only the earth but you as well. No mortals, no worshippers, no Gods.”

Seto nodded and stepped next Kinnou. “That’s right isn’t it.” He didn’t make a question. “That’s why you interfere with mortals all the time. You need them the way they need oxygen.” He smiled thinly. The balance of power had shifted in his favor.

“You are not in the same position Priest.” Set warned in a hiss.

“Really?” But he closed his lips and watched his lawyer do his stuff.

“Well, do we have a bargain? Happiness for the ones who save our world? Misery is not a fair exchange for what they give up.” The man stared challengingly at the god.

Rah glared, his corona flaring wide, scorching the walls with licking flames. When the man simply stood his ground the flames died. Set growled and hissed again before nodding. Rah continued to glare then held hour a flaming hand. Without hesitation Kinnou gripped it tight, sealing the deal. While gripping the other man’s hand Rah called out “Atemu!”

Instead of a wispy apparition floating through the door a tall man with starburst hair and flaming crimson eyes stepped confidently into the hall. “Father, I warned you that you’d face some kind of resistance. I didn’t expect it from Kinnou, but I did expect it.” He gently removed Kinnou’s hand from his father’s flaming grip. “Thank you for what you’ve done. We didn’t dare ask for more than a chance to return, if only for a few moments.”

“You’re welcome, Atemu.” Kinnou answered. “Is it complete then? I am not as they were...”

“It’s complete. He awaits you. And don’t worry about your differences for now. They are a gift from me. You have all the time in the universe to figure out what you’ve gained by your bargain.” He released Kinnou’s hand and waved him to the door. “Be happy.”

“I... Thank you, Atemu.” The solid form of Kinnou moved into the next realm.

Atemu turned to Seto. “Hello Cousin. It’s been a few years.”

“Please, cut the crap and let’s get on with it.”

“Nice to see you too. I’ll wait for you and we’ll make the trip together.”

“I don’t need a guide.”

“You never know.” Casually Atemu slouched against the wall. “So get on with it.”

Set glared at the young demigod for a moment then turned to the tall brunet gracing his hall. “Your circumstance is very different Kaiba Seto.”

“How so? You want my body so some spirit or whatever can help save the world. The only person I love is still on earth so getting me to give up my life will be next to impossible.”

“And if we remove him from earth?”

“I’ll find whatever threatens you and help it destroy you.”

Unoffended Set nodded. “You would. But that isn’t what we want from you.”

“What do you want?” He asked blandly. He wasn’t going to show them more than he could help.

“You are a true disciple of Set. We want you to embrace your past and accept the full memories of Seth, the high priest of Set. The others will need that knowledge to solve these problems.”

“That’s it? That’s all?”

“It’s not quite that simple. You must also agree to assist them, lead them when necessary and follow them when needed. You will know the times when they come.”

“And if I do that what do I get? A life without misery?”

“Life is free will. You will make your own misery. But you will also be given a chance at great happiness. Kinnou ensured that with his bargain. No, I will offer you what Seth always coveted, what you unconsciously crave.”

“Oh and what is that?”

“I will give you an ambrosia vine. Food of the gods – food for making gods. They bloom once every ten years, producing only two pieces of fruit. This one bloomed almost two years ago. You will have eight years to grow and mature before you become a god. Chose wisely if you choose to give the fruit to someone else. Some go mad with power and become immortal demons. They have to be contained or destroyed. Give them the fruit only if you know you can destroy them if you have to.”

“What makes you think I won’t go mad and become an immortal evil demon?”

“You already have a few drops of demi-god blood in you. If you were going to turn demon you would have already.” Atemu put in casually. “Just accept already and let’s go. I want to see... home again.”

“Home? I hate to put it to you Pharaoh, but your home has been gone for five thousand years.”

“Home is where the heart is.” Atemu sang back. “Now just accept and let’s go.”

“Fine, I accept.” He held out his hand expecting Rah to take it, perhaps burn it as he had Kinnou’s, or maybe lay a flaming seed in it. Instead Set took his hand and stared deep into his eyes.

“Priest I call you! Come forth!.”

Seto had the sensation of falling into a spinning pool of time and memories, whirling with dizzying speed through a vortex of images and knowledge. Then just as quickly the cyclone of pictures stopped leaving him standing in the hall holding the hand of a man who looked almost exactly like him. Taller, broader, older, but eerily the same. Before he could say a word the man bent low and captured his mouth in a kiss that burned through him like fire. Seto could feel the essence of the man he knew had been Seth pouring into him like scalding coffee, burning down his throat, spreading outward from his chest to every fiber of his being. Staggering he would have fallen if strong arms hadn’t caught him. Blearily he opened his eyes. Atemu’s crimson eyes smirked down at him. “Don’t worry Cousin, I’ll guide you back.” Closing his eyes again he lost himself in the raging inferno consuming him.

He’d opened his eyes to find himself changed forever. His first epiphany.

His second had been less traumatic of course. The sudden realization that a pretty face and memory of a past life had blinded him to the fact that Kisara was not his soul mate, not even close. She was shallow, manipulative and cold. Self –seeking and completely self-absorbed. And while those things could once have been said about him, he knew they weren’t true any longer. Sure he still acted that way, but he had been forever changed. He still could remember the exact instant he’d realized she was not the blue-eyes incarnation reborn.

It was a small thing, inconsequential to most people, he supposed, but it had impacted him in a way that was far from small. They’d been on their honeymoon, their last day in Bali. He’d wanted to take walk on the beach and enjoy the sun on her hair one last time. He’d gotten up and ordered their breakfast quietly, wanting to let her sleep more. She was beautiful when she slept. When breakfast arrived he’d woken her with a kiss. He puffed up with pride even as he faked concern at her mumbled “Seto I’m sore and tired.”

He’d made love to her into the small hours of the morning. Tender love, always amazing to him because he was not a tender man, fast and hard, slow and gentle, touching and tasting every part of her. He wanted to imprint her in his skin because he knew when they returned their busy lives would limit their time. It thrilled a deep part of him to know he’d loved her into a heap. “Breakfast, not sex.”

“Hmmm...” She’d opened a wary blue eye. “What did you get?”

“Juice, fruit, croissants, and of course your milk.” He was pleased he knew that about her. She drank milk four times a day. She claimed it kept her slim and her skin and teeth healthy.

She’d smiled sweetly and sat up, the blanket falling to her waist, baring her breasts to his admiring gaze. In the early morning light he saw something he’d never seen before. A thin, almost invisible line along the underside of her breast. Smiling he teased “My compliments to your surgeon.” He traced along the scar.

She acted as if he’d stabbed her, jerking back, knocking his hand away and bringing the light blanket to her chin. “What are you talking about?”

“The scar. Obviously an enhancement. Gorgeous. When did you get it done? The scar is a little pink or I would have never noticed.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She growled in the first display of temper he’d ever seen from her. “I’m not hungry. I want to be alone.”

Realizing he’d probably stepped on sacred feminine ego he’d nodded. “Okay I’ll go for a walk. I’ll be back in a while.”

Turning her back to him she buried her face in the pillows and tuned him out. Wisely he decided to make his escape. Thinking back now, he wondered how long it would have taken him to discover his mistake in marrying her. It was pointless to speculate but he had confidence that he wouldn’t have been blind long.

He’d walked along the beach, enjoying the sunshine and warm ocean breeze when a soft yip caught his attention. Turning, he’d found a small white puppy with surprisingly blue eyes. The pup yipped again and, feeling lonely, he knelt to pet the pooch.

An hour later Kisara had stalked up to him, glaring blue murder from her eyes. He smiled in welcome and took the large stick he’d been tossing to the puppy from his new little friend’s mouth. “Good morning Beautiful.”

“What the hell is that?” She pointed to the puppy dancing by his feet.

He knelt and gave the impatient pup the stick. A pang of regret went through him. Play time was over. “What’s it look like? A puppy. He’s been keeping me company while you slept in.”

“Really?” She glared at him and then down at the puppy. For a bare second her face twisted with rage then smoothed into a smile. She knelt on the ground and called the pup to her. When it cautiously approached, she took the stick from his mouth, and before either he or the puppy knew her intentions she drew it back and clubbed the dog on the head.

“What the fuck?” He couldn’t believe what he’d just seen.

“It’s a filthy beast. You had no business being with it when you should have been with me.” Without another word she’d turned and stalked away. He’d turned to find the puppy only to see it disappearing in the distance, a small black haired girl by it’s side.

That instant, when Kisara had savaged a harmless little animal, had told him more than anything else ever could that she was not the embodiment of his beloved blue eyes. A dragon might attack if ordered or threatened, but would never seek to destroy that which was not an enemy. Put simply, his dragon had too much honor than to destroy the weak for no more than spite. He saw it then with crystal clarity. Kisara wasn’t his chance at happiness – she was the misery he had brought on himself. From that moment on he’d worked to get rid of her.

Remembering that moment he could only be happy that he was finally free. His lips twisted wryly as he thought about this, his third epiphany. It wasn’t as traumatic as the first or as painful as the second. No this time he felt a sense of relief and almost giddy understanding. And he owed it all to the little boy currently snuggled against him. It started simply, just a request for a story. Seto knew a few and had started out on the usual ‘once upon a time’ when the boy had shook his head fiercely and demanded “Tell me about the dragons. The blue-eyes and the red-eyes. Tell me about the dragons and how the red eyes loved the mean blue eyes. How an enchantress loved the red-eyes and to rescue him from the mean dragon she stole his egg. Tell me about how the red-eyes stayed with the enchantress and learned to love her because she was good and kind, and when his egg hatched it was a blue-eyes dragon but he never forgot his first blue-eyes. Tell me please?”

Seto’s breath had caught in his throat. The boy didn’t understand what he’d just said but Seto did. It was so close to what must have happened. It was enough to pull the blinders from his eyes and give him his third epiphany... His Red-Eyes hadn’t chosen Mai over him, but had chosen his son and had cared enough to tell his son the truth in a bedtime story. The hints Bakura and Atemu had dropped, the way he thought of Jounouchi every day. Even the imbalances picking up pace since Jou’d been injured. It made perfect sense. Jounouchi’s choices aside, what he’d felt back then was true. They were halves of the same whole, and soon – as soon as Jou learned to trust again – they would be together. This was his chance at great happiness promised by Rah and bargained for by Kinnou.

A tug at his arm made him glance down. Meeting the impatient gaze he had smiled. “I don’t know that one. Why... Why don’t you tell me all about it.” He settled deeper into the bed and opened his arms for the small body to cuddle against his chest. When the boy was comfortable, he began to tell the highly dramatized story in a fading voice, falling asleep in just a few minutes.

Seto considered moving for a few moments, then settled in closer, cradling the boy to his chest. It felt good to hold a piece of the heart of his soul mate in his arms.

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I set this one in a smaller framework simply because this scene MUST stand alone. It gives you all the insight you need on Seto and his changes... Love the blue-eyed boy. This will be may last update today (monday the 28th) . I will probably update tomorrow or the next day.
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