Meant to be

Uhh, just a short, sad one-shot, I needed something, to clear my brain.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugi-Oh!, or any characters appearing in this fic.

Summary: You always hurt the ones you love-and sometimes, those you don't.

Warning: character death

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Meant to be
 

It had to happen once.

Kami knows, the two of them couldn't stand each other, never mind, how much they tried to
get along.

Something about the shorter boy just made him antsy, him being the only one who could bring his pulse from a calm sixty to a raging hunderdten in less than two seconds.

And he, on the other side, couldn't stop picking on the other teen, enjoing to see this one's quick temper flare in abundance, with every insult he threw at him.

The others thought, it was some kind of love-hate, but there were no friendly feelings
lost between those two.

And the saddest part of it, they had both known, it would end like this.
His rival had told him many times, that in one single, fatefull moment, he would destroy
them both.

He had only never dreamt it to be here, in the darkened alley behind a cheap 24/7, at 2.30a.m.

He had only stopped here on his way home for a quick coffee, and was on the way back to his
car, when he bumped into his opponent. The hot liquid spilled, burning his hand, and then-everything was lost in a daze of red and hatred, and when he came to, his rival lay in a pool of his own blood, suffering several broken bones, a cracked skull, busted lips and black eyes.

Panting in rage and fear, he had stared at the bloodied heap, that used to be an attractive seventeen years old, then at his hands.

The knuckles were busted, the fingers coated in dark crimson, and he gave a small grunt, more of a yelp.

His rival opened one eye, and looked at him, as a sad smile tugged at his swollen lips, before gasping with his last breath:
"Told..ya so, Se..to..."

And with tears running out his blue eyes, Seto Kaiba stared at the dead body of Katsuya Jonouchi, even as the howling of the sirens drew closer.
 

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Short sad, to the point. Review, flame me, just as long as I get a reaction...