Warnings/notes : Joey/Kaiba, slightly weird?, oocness?
Disclaimer : I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
written at 17th may 2003, by Misura
A very, very big 'THANK YOU!' to all the people who reviewed the first chapter of this to tell me I should finish this piece ; I hope you all like the way it turned out.
italics = Joey's thoughts
Kaiba frowned, not looking very happy with Joey's response to his words.
Not used to not getting what he wants eh?
Welcome to my world, Kaiba.
He wondered what would happen next. What Kaiba would do.
"Joey ... "
He sounds tired.
Probably had a hard day at the office.
Well, if that's supposed to make me feel sorry for him, it's not working.
Though if he asked politely, maybe I should give in, just to encourage him.
"... get back inside. Now!"
Yeah right, that's sooo not going to work.
I wonder how I could even think he'd ever *ask* for something.
I wonder why I put up with this.
"Make me." He smiled and crossed his arms in a defiant gesture. If there was anything he had learned in the time he had spent with Kaiba, it was that the other boy absolutely hated having to use physical force. There was simply no way Kaiba would come and drag him back inside.
Aside from the fact that I'm a lot stronger than he is, even if he's taller.
Too lazy to work out probably, and too rich.
Too focused on training his mind.
Kaiba threw him a dirty look, to which Joey replied with a sweet smile. It was fun to tease Kaiba like this, to see how far he could push him.
He asked me to come here. And I came.
But that doesn't mean I have to do anything you want.
A few moments passed by, lost in silence.
"Please?" Kaiba said finally, his mouth twisting slightly. Joey sighed.
Bet that was a hard word to say, wasn't it, Kaiba?
Is it so shameful to you to have to ask someone for something?
Lots of people do it every day.
He left his place at the railing, feeling the heat of the room hit him in the face as soon as he entered. It was even worse than he had feared ; he felt his head starting to spin.
Damn, why do I have to be so sensitive to heat?
I have lived in this town for most of my life ; you'd think my body would adapt to it.
A hand reached out to grab his arm, drawing him closer. he was too weak to resist it, had he wanted to do so, about which he wasn't quite sure.
"Seto ... "
A body was pressed to his, while arms encircled him.
"Joey ... "
It was hard to imagine the voice that spoke his name with such tenderness had sounded like a whip so very few moments ago.
I don't understand how he can be so different.
Like there are two of him.
It was only when soft lips touched his own that he noticed ...
I'm not hot anymore.
I don't feel the heat in here.
It must be because of him.
"You're cold." he whispered in wonder. "You're so cold."
Kaiba's eyes sought his, an uncertain expression in them, before turning away. "You expect me to tell you how much I missed you and that I love you? I told you I wouldn't do that. Don't start complaining about it now."
Joey almost started to giggle.
"I didn't mean cold like that." he tried to explain. "I meant you're not warm. Not ... "
Kaiba sighed and shook his head. "Never mind."
"But I want you to understand what I wanted to say." Joey pressed. "You make me feel good. Better than good. I like you, even when I hate you."
"Thanks a lot." There was a hint of irony in Kaiba's voice.
He doesn't get it.
Damn, I wish I was better with words.
Wish I could make him see.
"Oh, forget it! You're impossible!" Joey muttered.
"So are you. I suppose that means we're even." Kaiba replied archly.
"Yeah, whatever. Are you going to kiss me again or do I have to wait another hour?"
And kissed him.