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Closer Than You Think
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,441
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter One
Closer Than You Think – Chapter One
“Hey.” Yugi Motou greeted his friends glumly as he entered the school building.
“Are you okay Yugi?” Tea asked in a concerned voice.
“I… I just can’t believe we’re here, going to school, as if everything’s normal when Joey…” His wide, violet eyes filled with tears, “I keep thinking I’m going to wake up and find out it was all a bad dream.”
“I know how you feel, I can’t believe he’s gone either.” Tristan added.
“It so unfair! Why’d it have to be him?” Yugi balled his hands into fists, “That other guy gets away with nothing but a few broken ribs and Joey…”
Tea hugged her small friend comfortingly, “It isn’t fair is it, but he wouldn’t want you to spend all your time dwelling on it. We’ve got to make the most of life okay Yugi, for Joey.”
((Tea is right Aibou.)) Yami’s voice said in his head.
(You’re listening Yami?)
((There isn’t much else to do here all day. Sorry Yugi, I did not mean to offend you.))
(You didn’t, I was just curious.)
Yugi was distracted from his conversation with Yami when Tristan groaned loudly.
“Great, that’s just who we needed to see.”
He looked up and realised who Tristan was talking about, Seto Kaiba was stalking towards them with a determined look on his face.
“Yugi! I need to talk to you.” He demanded.
“Now’s not a good time Kaiba so get lost.” Tristan growled.
“Where’s the mutt?” He asked the small duelist, ignoring the others protests.
Yugi burst into tears and ran outside, Tea giving Seto a dirty look before following him. Seto barely had time to realise what happened before Tristan’s fist connected with his face, sending him sprawling onto the floor.
“How dare you Kaiba! I never thought even you would sink that low!”
“You’re calling me low after you just punched me in the face?” He asked angrily, pulling a tissue from his pocket and using it to mop up the blood that was flowing from his nose, “What the fuck is your problem Taylor?”
“LIKE YOU DON’T KNOW KAIBA!”
“Actually I don’t know, that’s why I asked.” He glared as he stood up and straightened his uniform, “Now are you going to tell me why you attacked me?”
“I’m sure you can figure it out for yourself, go read the newspaper.” Tristan spat, before following after Tea and Yugi.
‘What was all that about?’ Seto said, head to his limo after deciding that he didn’t want to attend school today after all, ‘I always knew they were crazy.’
As the limo drove him home he gazed out the window deep in thought. He’d finally cleaned himself up, at Mokuba’s insistence, and gone back to school and work, hoping to make amends with Joey while he was at it. However, there had been no sign of him anywhere, and asking Yugi and the other idiots where he was hadn’t worked.
“What did he mean, read the newspaper?” He asked himself out loud, before lowering the window between him and the driver, “Do you happen to have a copy of today’s paper?”
“Yes sir.” Came the reply, along with the newspaper.
Seto raised the window again and sat back, opening the paper and hoping for some answers. His breath caught as he flicked through it and noticed a photo of his puppy, accompanied by a small article.
**The funeral of Joey Wheeler, an innocent victim in a drunk driving accident, was held yesterday. The teenage boy had been riding his motorcycle when a car hit him, the driver not even stopping to make sure he was okay. The driver was later found in the wreck of his car, only suffering a few broken ribs. His young victim was less fortunate, dying in hospital a few hours after the accident despite doctors best efforts to save him. Tea Gardener, a close friend of the deceased said that she ‘hoped the senseless death of Joey will open others eyes to the dangers of drink driving’. **
“N… no.” Seto dropped the paper onto the limo floor, “This is some kind of sick joke.”
He looked up and realised that the limo had stopped while he’d been reading. Sighing sadly he opened the door and headed up to his brothers room. He’d spent the past week agonising over how to apologise to his puppy and now he’d found out that the whole time Joey had been… The paper had to be wrong, it couldn’t have been Joey, there had been a mix up of some kind. Excuse after excuse flew through his head as he desperately tried to convince himself Joey was still alive.
“Mokuba?” he called, knocking on the door.
“Come in.” his little brother said.
“Mokuba, did you know about this?” He asked, placing the article on Mokuba’s desk.
“Oh… I thought you already knew.”
“Why haven’t you talked about it?” Seto asked, kneeling down next to him.
“I just… when you didn’t mention it I assumed you didn’t want to talk about it. I know you cared about Joey a lot, even though you refused to admit it.”
Mokuba’s words sent a stab of pain go through his heart, he had refused to admit it and because of that he’d never see his puppy again. It was all his fault.
“Big brother, are you okay?”
“Yeah, goodnight little brother.”
“Night Seto.”
~~~
‘What the hell happened?’ Joey thought, his head throbbing.
The last thing he remembered was the fight with Seto, then everything went blank. He tried to stand up but was shocked to find that he already was, but everything was ten times bigger then it should’ve been. As his head cleared he also noted that everything was in black and white, another fact which freaked him out.
“Help!” he called, or he thought he did. What actually came out was a loud howling sound.
‘Woah, something’s seriously wrong here.’ He looked down at his feet and jumped with shock, ‘No way, this can’t be happening.’
He ran over to a puddle in the road and stared at his reflection in horror. He was trapped in the body of a dog.
~~~
Seto slowly walked down the road, his hands in his pockets and his head down, deep in contemplation. He was so deep in thought he barely noticed when a small, sand coloured puppy ran up to him and started chewing on his trouser legs.
“Get lost mutt.” He growled.
He was walking away when he heard the pups pitiful whining and his heart ached as he was reminded of Joey. He turned around and knelt down to the small puppy, caressing its soft golden head gently.
“Where’d you come from?” he asked, looking at it’s collar.
He gasped and stumbled backwards, written on the small, silver tag was; Joey, Owner – Seto Kaiba.
~~~
“Hey.” Yugi Motou greeted his friends glumly as he entered the school building.
“Are you okay Yugi?” Tea asked in a concerned voice.
“I… I just can’t believe we’re here, going to school, as if everything’s normal when Joey…” His wide, violet eyes filled with tears, “I keep thinking I’m going to wake up and find out it was all a bad dream.”
“I know how you feel, I can’t believe he’s gone either.” Tristan added.
“It so unfair! Why’d it have to be him?” Yugi balled his hands into fists, “That other guy gets away with nothing but a few broken ribs and Joey…”
Tea hugged her small friend comfortingly, “It isn’t fair is it, but he wouldn’t want you to spend all your time dwelling on it. We’ve got to make the most of life okay Yugi, for Joey.”
((Tea is right Aibou.)) Yami’s voice said in his head.
(You’re listening Yami?)
((There isn’t much else to do here all day. Sorry Yugi, I did not mean to offend you.))
(You didn’t, I was just curious.)
Yugi was distracted from his conversation with Yami when Tristan groaned loudly.
“Great, that’s just who we needed to see.”
He looked up and realised who Tristan was talking about, Seto Kaiba was stalking towards them with a determined look on his face.
“Yugi! I need to talk to you.” He demanded.
“Now’s not a good time Kaiba so get lost.” Tristan growled.
“Where’s the mutt?” He asked the small duelist, ignoring the others protests.
Yugi burst into tears and ran outside, Tea giving Seto a dirty look before following him. Seto barely had time to realise what happened before Tristan’s fist connected with his face, sending him sprawling onto the floor.
“How dare you Kaiba! I never thought even you would sink that low!”
“You’re calling me low after you just punched me in the face?” He asked angrily, pulling a tissue from his pocket and using it to mop up the blood that was flowing from his nose, “What the fuck is your problem Taylor?”
“LIKE YOU DON’T KNOW KAIBA!”
“Actually I don’t know, that’s why I asked.” He glared as he stood up and straightened his uniform, “Now are you going to tell me why you attacked me?”
“I’m sure you can figure it out for yourself, go read the newspaper.” Tristan spat, before following after Tea and Yugi.
‘What was all that about?’ Seto said, head to his limo after deciding that he didn’t want to attend school today after all, ‘I always knew they were crazy.’
As the limo drove him home he gazed out the window deep in thought. He’d finally cleaned himself up, at Mokuba’s insistence, and gone back to school and work, hoping to make amends with Joey while he was at it. However, there had been no sign of him anywhere, and asking Yugi and the other idiots where he was hadn’t worked.
“What did he mean, read the newspaper?” He asked himself out loud, before lowering the window between him and the driver, “Do you happen to have a copy of today’s paper?”
“Yes sir.” Came the reply, along with the newspaper.
Seto raised the window again and sat back, opening the paper and hoping for some answers. His breath caught as he flicked through it and noticed a photo of his puppy, accompanied by a small article.
**The funeral of Joey Wheeler, an innocent victim in a drunk driving accident, was held yesterday. The teenage boy had been riding his motorcycle when a car hit him, the driver not even stopping to make sure he was okay. The driver was later found in the wreck of his car, only suffering a few broken ribs. His young victim was less fortunate, dying in hospital a few hours after the accident despite doctors best efforts to save him. Tea Gardener, a close friend of the deceased said that she ‘hoped the senseless death of Joey will open others eyes to the dangers of drink driving’. **
“N… no.” Seto dropped the paper onto the limo floor, “This is some kind of sick joke.”
He looked up and realised that the limo had stopped while he’d been reading. Sighing sadly he opened the door and headed up to his brothers room. He’d spent the past week agonising over how to apologise to his puppy and now he’d found out that the whole time Joey had been… The paper had to be wrong, it couldn’t have been Joey, there had been a mix up of some kind. Excuse after excuse flew through his head as he desperately tried to convince himself Joey was still alive.
“Mokuba?” he called, knocking on the door.
“Come in.” his little brother said.
“Mokuba, did you know about this?” He asked, placing the article on Mokuba’s desk.
“Oh… I thought you already knew.”
“Why haven’t you talked about it?” Seto asked, kneeling down next to him.
“I just… when you didn’t mention it I assumed you didn’t want to talk about it. I know you cared about Joey a lot, even though you refused to admit it.”
Mokuba’s words sent a stab of pain go through his heart, he had refused to admit it and because of that he’d never see his puppy again. It was all his fault.
“Big brother, are you okay?”
“Yeah, goodnight little brother.”
“Night Seto.”
~~~
‘What the hell happened?’ Joey thought, his head throbbing.
The last thing he remembered was the fight with Seto, then everything went blank. He tried to stand up but was shocked to find that he already was, but everything was ten times bigger then it should’ve been. As his head cleared he also noted that everything was in black and white, another fact which freaked him out.
“Help!” he called, or he thought he did. What actually came out was a loud howling sound.
‘Woah, something’s seriously wrong here.’ He looked down at his feet and jumped with shock, ‘No way, this can’t be happening.’
He ran over to a puddle in the road and stared at his reflection in horror. He was trapped in the body of a dog.
~~~
Seto slowly walked down the road, his hands in his pockets and his head down, deep in contemplation. He was so deep in thought he barely noticed when a small, sand coloured puppy ran up to him and started chewing on his trouser legs.
“Get lost mutt.” He growled.
He was walking away when he heard the pups pitiful whining and his heart ached as he was reminded of Joey. He turned around and knelt down to the small puppy, caressing its soft golden head gently.
“Where’d you come from?” he asked, looking at it’s collar.
He gasped and stumbled backwards, written on the small, silver tag was; Joey, Owner – Seto Kaiba.
~~~