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slip a little	By : Glue Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1380 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: slip a little
Author: Glue Project
Rating: PG13ish for theme.
Pairings: hints at SetoJou
Spoilers: Um...that Malik exists, has the Rod, and that Seto was an ancient High Priest. Yup. That's it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yuugiou. Only the Holland Lop Plot Bunny of D00M!! D00M I SAY!
Summery: Jou's been slipping into pit of despair (sort of). Is there anyone who can save him? Before he falls off the edge he's clinging to?
I posted this over a year ago to FF.Net. Just thoguht I'd bring it here too.
Flashbacks-whathaveyou
slip a little, slip a little, further, lovely, slip a little, slip a little, further...
Jou blinked up with hazy eyes at the edge of the building above him. He couldn't remember how he got there. He found that he didn't much care.
All that somewhat concerned him was staying on the brink of the building and not falling below it.
Somewhat concerned, and that was all.
All he felt now was a detached sense of pain and sorrow.
Very detached.
Almost to the point that he could barely tell that it was there anymore.
His eyes took in a blurring picture before they faded into a watercolor wash of memory.
Kaiba Seto strode through the hallways of the school, his superior air hanging around his shoulders like a cloak. It wasn't his manner of dress that set him apart, (as it was a school uniform) but instead his seeming indifference to the teachers and glares that he sent his fellow students.
All in all, his attitude alone set him apart.
That was what drove the rest of the students to flock around him, as if by just being graced with his cold-mannered presence was enough to tip the hand of Fate in their favor.
As if by just acting like him, they could become as successful as him.
Katsuya slipped a little further each day.
Now he was only hanging onto the building by one hand, the sandstone grating and deteriorating underneath his thin, pale fingers.
His friends never noticed that he took a step back each day, getting closer and closer to the edge of disaster.
Brink of demise, a little voice whispered into the back of the blonds mind.
He disregarded it, fingers losing more contact with the surface of the building.
They never noticed that he had never been happy.
Ever.
Blue coat billowing without the aid of wind, blue eyes cold, without the aid of reason...
Jou slipped down a little further.
It took him a while to realize that Kaiba's cold, frozen demeanor was just an act, a mask so perfect that even his own brother didn't know the difference.
slip a little, slip a little, further, lovely, slip a little, slip a little, further...
The school followed Kaiba without question. The CEO was perfect, no flaws in his frozen fa�ade.
Jounouchi was the only one to figure out that Kaiba wore a mask, such as his own.
And wore for the same reason.
So as to not get hurt.
He found it kind of hard to fight with the brunet after that.
That was when Jou's bigger steps away, to the edge, started to happen.
He learned a sense of respect for the blue-eyed, teenage CEO.
The other never reciprocated those feelings.
slip a little, slip a little, further, lovely, slip a little, slip a little, further...
There was nothing Jounouchi could do to gain a smidgen of approval from the other, or even put a stopper in the spout of insults that flowed so easily from the other's mouth.
Jou had reached out for help and had his hands pushed away, having it denied that there was anything wrong in the first place.
Katsuya hid further under his mask of false happiness.
That was good enough to fool his 'friends'.
Maybe, if he believed in it hard enough, he would believe it.
Someday.
He was the only one who noticed that the flickers of the real Kaiba Seto were falling under the mask, being smothered by its oppressive waves.
The other couldn't get out of this either.
At least Jou had tried.
Then again, Jou didn't have a corporation resting on that icy demeanor.
The thought that Kaiba was strong in the middle of the maelstrom of life was something of a comfort to Katsuya.
That is, until Kaiba showed him the real him, taking down the mask for a few precious moments.
That was just enough for Katsuya to lose all hope that either could ever survive.
That was when Katsuya lost all hope that the other would ever be safe. From anything. From everything.
When Katsuya stepped to the edge and looked below with questioning eyes at the darkness that threatened him from there.
slip a little, slip a little, further, lovely, slip a little, slip a little, further...
Katsuya had tried so hard not to fall...but now he didn't care.
Didn't care at all.
He dimly heard the running footsteps across the sandstone floor. Didn't acknowledge it though.
No one was here. No one cared.
No one had cared enough to be here in a long while.
He was just imaging the face that peaked above the edge with a stuttering breath. Imagining the frantic hand that wrapped around his own in order to pull him up.
slip a little, slip a little, further, lovely, slip a little, slip a little, further...
"No," Katsuya mumbled in a raspy voice.
"No," he whispered again. He braced one weak foot against the sandstone wall in order to help him out of the frantic and tight grasp.
"Katsuya!" The voice was blurred, like liquid choking the speaker before fully getting the words out. "Katsuya!" A male's voice, anxious and worried. For him.
'Lie,' his brain said. 'No one cares now. If they did, they would have stopped this then when there was still a chance.'
Still a chance...
The hand that was trying to pull Katsuya's limp form up was sweaty, slippery, and doing its best to keep him up from the insanity below.
Katsuya's eyes cleared before he slipped out of the others grip.
While falling down, he whispered, "Bye, Seto."
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"Dammit." Seto turned his cold glare to Malik, the Egyptian fiddling with the Millenium Rod and shifting under the former High Priest's glare.
He ran his thumb nervously on the wing that flared out from the sphere at top of the Item. "I did my best..."
"Why didn't you help him? Any of you?"
His question was directed to the rest of Jou's friends that sat in chairs scattered around the small and cluttered room.
Malik fidgeted again. "You were the only one his subconscious let in." He winced as the blue eyes bored into him again. "I couldn't even get in his mind with the Rod."
Seto just gave a final glare and got up. His coat snapped as he turned abruptly, walking away from the 'sleeping' boy on the bed and the friends that ringed him.
Later, Seto stood at the edge of a sandstone building. He jumped over it and into the dark depths without any regrets.
Well, one.
"Goodbye, Mokuba."
Hello.
Well, the only change is that I took out the lyrics from the song, 'Everybody's Fool'. I still like the story, surprisingly. (grins and waves)
-Glue
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