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TITLE: Unexpected Consequences�� AUTHOR: setosgirl��
DATE: 6-20-06�� FANDOM: YGO�� DISCLAIMER: I don�t own YGO.
PAIRINGS:� Joey/Seto�� TYPE: Romance�� OCs: None

CHAPTER:� 5/5�� RATING: PG�� WORDS: 2848
WARNINGS:� none

SUMMARY: Joey
takes his last shot to make Seto forgive him.
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Unexpected Consequences

PART V: Last Chance

Joey sighed as he walked toward the school. He could
see Seto�s limo in the distance as it pulled in to drop him off, but he knew
he�d be sitting in his desk with his nose in a book by the time he got there.

Seto refused to answer his phone calls; he�d tried
for two days, several times a day. Apparently, he still did hate him.

Maybe he should stop trying, he figured. It seemed
that every time he tried to do something to help Seto, he ended up making
everything worse. He couldn�t just give up, though. He wanted to make sure
Seto was okay, at least, after what happened on Friday. That guy really was
going to drag him off and rape him, after all, even if Seto couldn�t manage to
say it� And it really was his fault. He was the one who dragged him to the
club, and dressed him up to be so sexy, and he didn�t make much of an effort to
keep him from getting drunk.

Scratching his head, he sighed again and let the
thoughts go. Whatever� he�d deal with Seto when he saw him, and there was no
point in worrying over it before he did.

�Joey!� He didn�t look up, but he raised a hand in
the general direction of Yugi�s voice. He wasn�t really in a good mood to deal
with his friends now.

�Joey?� He sighed and stopped to wait as Yugi caught
up with him.� �I guess it didn�t go too
well with Seto, did it?�

He laughed sharply and looked at his short friend.
�You�ve got to be kidding me. He got wasted and told me point blank that he
hates me. Repeatedly. I think I�d better take his word for it.�

Yugi frowned a little. �You said he was drunk,
though�?�

�Yeah. He told me that he got drunk so that he could
tell me exactly how he felt. It was pretty clear.� He wasn�t about to tell Yugi
the rest of what Seto told him. That didn�t even seem to apply anymore, but
even so, it was private.

They walked together into the classroom, and Joey�s
eyes automatically sought out Seto at his desk. He was there, as expected, but
his book was open and ignored before him; he was looking at the door. As soon
as their eyes met, though, he flinched away and went back to reading.

Joey frowned. �I�m gonna talk to him,� he said, and
excused himself from Yugi. He sat in the desk in front of Seto�s, backward, and
looked at him.

�Seto�?� he asked.

�Didn�t I tell you to stay away from me?� Seto asked
without looking up. His voice was expressionless, but wary.

He frowned. �I just wanted to make sure you were
okay after what happened on Friday. You didn�t answer my phone calls.�

�I was busy.� He looked up from the book. �And I
don�t remember what happened on Friday. I was too drunk, frankly.�

The look implied that his being drunk was Joey�s
fault � hell no. Hell. No.

�Hey,� he said, glaring. �I�m not the one who got
you drunk; you did that yourself. I tried to stop you after your second one.�

�I�m aware of that.� Seto looked down, at his book
again. �I didn�t say my state was your fault. I repeat, though, I don�t
remember what happened on Friday. I do, however, recall telling you I hate you,
and to, please, stay away from me.�

Joey frowned again and opened his mouth to reply,
but the teacher called them to order then, and he had to find his own seat. �We
need to talk later, though,� he said, even if Seto pretended to ignore him.

�Seto! Hey, Seto!�

Predictably, the brunet didn�t pause as he walked
out of the school, though Joey did get a fair amount of strange looks for
yelling out his first name. He ran to catch up, managing to grab his arm just
outside the door. He could swear he felt him flinch, though Seto only looked at
him coldly.

�Didn�t you hear me?� he asked, breathing a little
heavily.

�It�s called ignoring you,� Seto said, as coldly as
his glare. Joey wondered what that mask of ice was hiding, for probably the
first time ever. �If you don�t mind, I have to go to work.�

�Take a break,� he suggested. �We need to talk.�

Seto narrowed his eyes. �No.�

His hand on Seto�s arm got a little more insistent.
�I still have one more try left. I don�t wanna go anyplace idiotic like I did
before� I just want to talk. Lets go to the park or something.�

Seto immediately yanked his arm away. �You must be
insane,� he hissed, �to suggest I go anywhere alone with you after what you did
last time.�

Joey drew back. �Seto�? What the hell are you
talking about�?�

�You know damned well. You sure as hell seemed
concerned about it this morning.�

He frowned. What the hell was Seto thinking? That he
did something to him on Friday? Whatever the hell it was, he sure as hell
didn�t seem to remember the whole story. �Now we�ve really got to talk,� he
said. �I don�t know what you think you remember about Friday night, but I
didn�t do anything to you.�

Seto only glared at him, not responding.

He sighed in exasperation. �Damn it, Seto, just come
with me. I swear, I won�t do anything to you. If I do� I don�t know. You can
hit me or something. You know you�re stronger and faster than I am. I can�t
stop you.�

For a brief moment, Seto�s icy mask faded, but Joey
didn�t have enough time to interpret what he saw there before it was back. He
nodded shortly to him and gave a wave of his hand to brush the driver off. The
limo began to pull away, empty, as Joey led Seto down the steps without
touching him, and out of the school grounds, toward the wooded park nearby.

Seto didn�t say a word, maintaining his stiff
silence that didn�t really let Joey say anything to break it either. He did
hesitate for a moment before he would enter the trees behind Joey, though when
he looked at Seto, he steeled himself and took the step.

Joey led him to a little clear spot with trees all
around where they wouldn�t be disturbed. �Here�s good,� he said, and leaned
against a tree, not really sure what to say next.

Seto leaned against a tree across the clearing. �You
can stop denying it,� he said. �I don�t remember everything, but I remember at
least part of what you did. I admit I was an idiot to get drunk and trust you
around me. You probably knew I wouldn�t be able to defend myself.�

�How many times do I have to tell you, I have no
fucking idea what you�re talking about?!� Joey had his hands clenched into
fists, but he very carefully unfolded them and tried to calm down. �Believe
me,� he said more calmly. �You were too drunk� I don�t think you remember
everything��

�I remember enough!� Seto said, his own hands
clenched into fists and making no effort to rectify that. �You grabbed me and
kissed me, I remember that! And I distinctly remember trying to push you
away.�

Oh, god� what was he smoking in those cigarettes?
�Seto, I didn�t ��

�Then how do you explain this?!� Seto�s sleeve was
yanked backward to expose his wrist, with a very clearly hand-shaped bruise
encircling it. He suddenly understood, and was actually a bit relieved. At
least it had a rational explanation.

�God�� he said. �You think that was me?�

�Who the fuck else would it have been? You were the
only one I went out with!� Seto actually looked distressed. He hadn�t wanted to
talk about this, Joey guessed. He just wanted to repress it like he did with
the act that had landed then in this position in the first place�

�Seto,� he said calmly, slowly stepping forward.
�Calm down,� He grabbed Seto�s hand as he tried to retract it and wound his
hand around his wrist, looking up pointedly as the bruise continued darkly past
the edges of his hand. �It wasn�t me,� he told him again, calmly, trying to
calm Seto down. �My hand is too small to do this.�

Seto looked down at the evidence, then back up at
him, eyebrows furrowed. ��Then what am I remembering?� he asked, more calmly.
�I didn�t just make it up� did I? There really is something, isn�t
there?� It was clear he�d rather have been molested for real than have been
operating under a delusion for three days.

He just nodded and let his hand go. �We got to the
club. You had two drinks in two minutes and bummed a cigarette from a big guy
with spiky hair who hangs out there a lot. You had several more drinks, and
then I had some drinks, then you started talking about how much you hate me and
like me and are confused by me. Then you decided you needed another cigarette �
you were already plastered by then and went to go get one from the same guy.�
Realization, or remembrance, was beginning to dawn in Seto�s eyes. �He�s the
one who did this. I looked up just as he grabbed you and kissed you, and
started dragging you away. You were almost too drunk to walk, so you couldn�t
really fight him off. I just got there when he said ��

��Come on, baby, let�s just go for a walk�� Seto
murmured, looking away from his face. �I thought it was you. Because of that��

�Because I called you �baby�� before?� He wasn�t
about to say when before, because he didn�t want to remind him of it. But yeah.

�Seto nodded
and looked up, then took a rather deep breath. �So you saved me from getting
raped,� he said. �I owe you an apology��

Joey blushed, but shook his head. �No� you were
right. It was my fault. I was the one who took you there, and it was my fault
you were dressed like that, and I let you get drunk as you were and walk off.
If I hadn�t been so drunk, I woulda known that was a bad idea; you�re
too gorgeous to go wandering around a place like that�� He shut his mouth then,
wondering if he had crossed a line there. He didn�t mean to say that
Seto was gorgeous� and Seto probably didn�t want to hear it.

There was silence, then a strangely loud �snick�
noise. He glanced up to find Seto looking at nothing in particular and sliding
a sleek silver lighter back into his pocket, inhaling from a cigarette. �I still
have to thank you,� he finally said, looking over to meet his eyes once again.
�You did save me. If not for you� I might have died, honestly. I was too drunk
to do anything for myself. And it was my choice to get that drunk,
because I wanted to talk to you� I assume I did that, at least.� He nodded
silently. Yeah, he remembered what Seto wanted to tell him� Hell, apparently,
it even still applied. �And I didn�t mind going there, and you couldn�t know
what was going to happen. It wasn�t in any way your fault.�

Joey blinked. �That�s not what you said then.�

Seto glared, but lightly. �I was drunk, in case you
haven�t noticed. Not rational. I probably felt like it was your fault for one
reason or another, but I know it wasn�t.�

�Do you remember what you said to me?� he asked. He
wanted to know if he was too drunk to remember anything, or maybe if he
remembered some of their conversation�

Seto nodded thoughtfully. �Most of it, I think. And
I�m not taking any of it back. I said I hate you, and I meant it. I said I like
you, and that I would like to like you� and I meant that too.� He took another
drag from his cigarette. �And� the rest of it, too. If I said it, I probably
meant it. I don�t understand my emotions sober, but I trust what I say drunk.�

Joey very carefully said nothing, watching and
listening, letting Seto speak. It must have been hard for him, he figured; Seto
never, ever spoke about his emotions, and here he was, admitting things he
never expected to hear from him. It looked like their� relationship, for lack
of a better term, just took a giant leap forward.

Without replying, he reached out to take Seto�s hand
again, careful of the cigarette, and expose his wrist. �That looks bad,� he
noted. �Are you sure it�s not broken?�

Seto nodded, but made no move to take his hand back.
�Yes� it�s just a nasty bruise. I bruise fairly easily, but it doesn�t even
hurt much.�

Joey nodded and released his hand; he finished the
cigarette and dropped the butt on the ground. They stood there in silence for a
little while, fairly close together, with nothing to say that didn�t sound like
it would ruin everything. At least, that was what it felt like to Joey. He had
no idea what Seto was thinking.

He learned soon enough. �I have something else to
thank you for,� Seto said, making it sound like and admittance.

��What?� he asked, looking up. He couldn�t think of
anything.

Seto wasn�t meeting his eyes. �For� With what he
did� I�m glad he didn�t get my first kiss.�

It took a very long time for that to sink in. Seto
was thanking him? For something that had to do with That Day? For that dare,
and demanding that kiss?

�Ah� No problem�� he said carefully. �I�m not going
to say I�d do it again, but��

�You wouldn�t�?� Seto asked. Joey would have thought
he was joking, or taunting him, but he sounded like he had in the bar, when he
told him the same thing. Unsure of himself. Shit. Joey realized right then all
at once that he felt like he was just using hm� and, fuck, that was the last
thing he wanted.

�I would if you wanted me to,� he answered calmly.
�But I never will if you don�t want me to. How�s that for an answer?� He
grinned, and hoped Seto wasn�t about to knock his teeth out.

Seto answered his grin slowly, but with a small
smile. �I think that�s the right answer,� he said, and relaxed against the
tree. �And, what if I said I wanted you to?�

�Kiss you?� Joey asked, blinking.

Seto nodded.

�Right now?�

Seto nodded again.

He stayed back. He wasn�t serious, was he? He didn�t
think he could be. But Seto just sat there, waiting calmly.

He took the opportunity and hesitantly leaned up,
putting on hand on the tree beside Seto�s head, and pressed their lips
together, wary and ready to bolt if Seto reacted badly. That relaxed, though,
as Seto did, and signaled that the kiss was accepted.

Joey ended it, still not sure what Seto wanted, and
in no way willing to do anything without explicit permission. �I don�t think I
get it,� he admitted. �I thought you still hated me for raping you�� He said it
that way on purpose. Seto might flinch, but even that would reveal some of how
he felt.

But Seto didn�t flinch, and seemed to sag a little.
�I was wrong,� he said frankly, not running or trying to lessen it. �That�s too
harsh for what happened. I�m not going to suddenly say I was completely
willing, but it wasn�t rape. What the man from the club was going to do� that
was rape. At worst, it was a misunderstanding with� unexpected consequences.�

He could have just let that go, and been delicate
and everything� but that wasn�t really his style. He wanted everything out in
the open before anything went any further. �What consequences?�

Seto glared at him for a moment, apparently for
making him say it. �Unexpected consequences,� he repeated. �They involve me not
hating you. Isn�t that enough?�

Joey grinned. �That�s a good start, anyway. I
thought you wanted to hate me.�

�That doesn�t mean I do. It would be easier if I
could, but especially knowing what happened on Friday� I don�t hate you. I owe
you for what you did, and I choose to repay that by liking you and tolerating
your existence in my life. Unless you�d rather I didn�t?� Seto lifted one
eyebrow, obviously mocking him, and he laughed.

�No, I guess that�s a good enough payback. Friends?�
he asked, sticking out a hand.

Seto took his hand, but not to shake it like he
expected (if anything). He blinked and met Seto�s eyes.

�More?� Seto asked.

Joey grinned and gave into the strange urge to kiss
Seto�s hand, which seemed like exactly the right thing to do.
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