TNDG 4 - ENDGAME

[the_macdonald]

[So you're at the Halloween dance, and maybe you're fighting robots or each other, or maybe you were just hanging out and eating pizza? Either way, there's a new door in the building... or maybe one you simply didn't notice before? It opens, and inside there is a well-lit TV stage, upon which there are several freestanding doors with names of all the surviving participants. A monitor in the corner displays the face of Ronald McDonald.]

All right, kids! Game's over! Thanks to all your tomfoolery, our sponsors pulled out, and we can't even afford prizes. Get on out of here, you little shits!

((Here's your endgame post! The doors will drop off each person where they were kidnapped (or will drop someone else where the person whose name is listed was kidnapped). Say goodbye, yell at the hosts, go back and bob for apples?))

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[blueeyeswaifudragon]

Tell me again in five years, and then I can belie--then I can accept it without argument.

[he can't tell if his face is red or pale and drawn, but his ears feel very hot either way. He's probably saying this all wrong, but not saying anything at all sounds frighteningly awful, and he clutches at where his locket falls over his heart]

Please don't think I don't appreciate--it. I just think-- I just want the time to earn it.

[wantsnudes]

[There's still a lingering fear in Yusuke's mind that he might not even see Kaiba in five years' time. Or one years' time, or ever again. But he respects Kaiba and his need to do things at his own pace -- especially after all he's said about his upbringing. Yusuke acting on impulses isn't helpful in that regard.]

A-all right. I'm sorry for speaking out of line.

[He ducks his head politely, and lets go of Kaiba's hand. It's probably best if he puts a little distance between them, literally and otherwise.]

... I should go.

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

[Kaiba stands before he can stop himself, but doesn't close the distance. He's probably messed things up enough as it is]

It's not-- You didn't do anything wrong.

[And he stops himself there; what can he say that will change anything, at least for the better? Instead, he wraps his arms tightly around his middle and nods slowly. He feels kinda nauseous, but he still has his pride, if nothing else.]

...

[wantsnudes]

[Yusuke had just been intending to leave it at that, before he could run his mouth and say anything else. Then his breath catches as he feels Kaiba's arms around his middle. He reaches to return the embrace, burying his face against Kaiba's neck.]

Seto...

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

[Kind of nuzzles against him before pulling away far enough to look Yusuke in the eyes. He'll gently raise Yusuke's chin if he has to...this is important.]

Don't think you can be rid of me so easily. I'll see you again.

[He might not know what he's doing, he might not know if or how or when he can respond to all of the feelings presented to him, but of this he is absolutely sure.]

[wantsnudes]

[Yusuke still looks worried. Not least because five years is a long time, and what if he waits all that time, only to be faced with rejection? If Kaiba doesn't feel the same way, he'd prefer to just be turned down here and now.

But he also wants to trust him. So he meets his gaze evenly as Kaiba lifts his chin.]

...I believe in you. I'll see you soon.

[Or so he hopes.]

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

You will.

[Despite the decisive tone, he is slow and deliberate as he leans in to drop another gentle kiss, then moves his hands down from Yusuke's cheeks, brushing over his shoulders and down his arms and finally, finally letting him go.]

[wantsnudes]

[Yusuke returns the kiss, his eyelids fluttering closed in response to his touch. One hand brushes delicately along Kaiba's waist, remaining there until Kaiba finally lets him go.]

All right. Until then...

[With one last, lingering look, and a soft smile on his face, he turns to head back inside.]

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

[Kaiba watches him go, an expression on his face that he would not describe as "wistful" (but most anyone else would) for some time before eventually heading back himself.]