To Love You More
Title: To Love You More
Author: xXSimpleLove/Ve
Rating: T
Summary: Let me tell you a story about how music became more than just my job. It became my life, my love and my heart. It all started when I met a boy named Yugi.
Warning: Yaoi~ Yami/Yugi! Boy loves boy~ Don't read if you don't like~
April 4th, 2010
Let me tell you a story about how music became more than just my job. It became my life, my love and my heart.
Let me tell you the story about how I learned that music is more than just a means of entertainment, that it was a form of communication. I learned that music... could reach the hearts of anybody, even someone as cold, heartless and selfish as I am. Music could reach the hearts of people all over the world, whether they understood the English language or not... they would hear the sadness, the excitement, the happiness, the love... the story behind each note.
It all began on a gloomy, rainy day where I would decide to walk instead of driving my expensive BMW. The day I decided that the feeling of the rain on my skin might actually do me some good. It all began... when I met him.
April 4th, 1990 - 20 Year Ago
I could hear the rain pouring down hard against my window. Pitter-pat... pitter-pat. It seemed the weather was reflecting the current state of my business. Pouring down... down... down. Being the president of an entertainment industry was hard work, especially when the trends in clothes, music and overall style changed so often. It seemed that celebrities under my company's trademark weren't doing so well. Once big-time hits like Mai Valentine, the strong, dominating vocalist, and Serenity Wheeler, the cute, gentle pop star, were being pushed to their limits to please the world's ears. Even with all their effort, their albums weren't selling half as much as they used to and their television ratings were an all time low. Their music just weren't as "cool" or "in" as they used to be.
I massaged my temples slowly, trying to release the mental pain through physical means. Even the Kaiba brothers had no idea what to do with the current state of the music industry and it seemed the other companies competing with Millennium Entertainment didn't have much of a better standing either. It was a scary thought. The world seemed to be losing their interest in music. Not that I was surprised. Music never really attracted my ears to begin with. All music seemed so.. fake to me. Perhaps it was because I couldn't relate to the lyrics. Or perhaps I was tone-deaf and couldn't hear what was so melodiously attractive about music. Either way, music was never really an interest of mine. I only managed the celebrities due to being the only heir of the family company.
Regardless of my opinion of music, it seemed that the world was slowly beginning to agree with me on the topic. Millennium Entertainment had in fact done an emergency survey due to the sudden decline of interest in our celebrities. According to the survey done, most of the population thought all music sounded the same. They wanted something new, fresh, unique and different. What doesn't make sense is that all the music produced from our company was innovative and fresh. What was it the people were looking for? Why was everyone so tired of the "same" music? Music is music. Just listen to it. They did for the past thousand years.
I sat in my thousand dollar, red leather, office chair, turning to face the large window located behind me. I watched the rain fall and splatter onto the large window. I loved the rain. It relaxed my nerves and gave me hope that at least some things in this world won't bring me stress.
I head the large oak doors open from behind me and sighed.
"Yami," called a deep, husky rather rough voice.
"Seto, did you need something?" I asked tired, not in the mood for business issues. I was already thinking of ways to fix this sudden depression in our company.
"We still need to discuss what we're going to do with Mai and Serenity. Their sales are dropping at an alarming rate. We need to do something Yami, or our company's in big trouble." Although Seto was talking about such a serious matter he didn't seem the least bit concerned. His eyes remained a cold, steel blue, not ever showing an inch of emotion. That is, unless a blonde haired teen was around.
"We'll discuss this tomorrow. I can't focus right now." Seto raised an eyebrow at my statement.
"Too much on your mind?" he asked, uncaring.
"Too much on my mind." I finished.
"Would you like me to prepare an escort for you?" Seto asked automatically. I waved the suggestion off.
"No, I'll be walking home today." Seto raised another eyebrow at me. He was thinking I was crazy.
"Are you crazy Yami? It's more than just a couple of block, make that a couple of miles, to walk. Not to mention the fact that it's storming outside. Unless, of course, you haven't noticed that the rains been pounding on your window." Seto's sarcasm always got me to lighten up a little.
You may be wondering why Seto, a person lower in ranking than myself, would direct such informal language at me. Seto and I have known each other for a long time. I suppose you could consider him my 'best' friend. We were arch rivals in high school but after being stuck together as room mates in university, we became friends. Sort of.
"I need a breather. Don't worry about the rain. A little water has never hurt anyone." I got out of my seat and reached for my black, leather trench coat. I heard a snicker.
"If you think this is a little water, I'm afraid to know what 'a lot' is to you." I disregarded his comment and reached for my keys and wallet from the drawer. I needed to get out of this office, away from work... away from stress.
"If anything happens you have my cell number." I stated rushing out the door before Seto could reply.
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I slowly walked down the streets thinking about the problems with my life, my business, my family and myself. I sound a little depressing, don't I? Well, I have a lot of problems in my life. My life itself was meaningless. I didn't know where I was going. I didn't know what I wanted out of life and I most definitely didn't have a reason to live. No one would miss me anyway. Sure I was rich, handsome, one of the most sought after bachelors around, but that meant bullshit to me. None of that made me any happier. If anything, it just put more pressure on me to uphold that reputation.
My business, well you've heard all about it already. It's been going downhill. The entire music industry was going down hill. Our popularity ranks were dropping faster than I could have predicted. Problems with my family? I had no family. They all died. They all left me behind. My mother died giving birth to me and my father didn't last that much longer. But then again... at least he lived until I could take over the family company. I still think he purposely lived right until I was 18. Just so he could get the easy way out without losing any family honor.
The largest problem in my life, would be myself. I didn't have emotions. I had no interest in anything. Nothing caught my eye. Women were irritating and I just couldn't stand children. I had no interest in getting married although I was already 28. Marriage for me was going to be hard to come by. Women either wanted me for my looks... or my money. Sad life indeed. I had no motivation whatsoever. I didn't even know how our company lasted so long or how it was possible that it was at the top amongst all music industries when the president had no musical interest.
At this point in time, I was so caught up in my own thoughts I had not realized that I was already in front of my condominium. I only had one more street to cross and I would be home free, where I would jump in bed, curl up in my blankets and just try to forget all my troubles. As I waited for the signal, I realized no one else was on the streets other than myself which was to be expected since it was storming outside. To my surprise however, a boy was standing right beside me. His innocent, amethyst eyes were looking straight forward seeming as though they had no destination. His spiky black hair, with amethyst tips looked awfully like my own hair. One subtle difference was his lack of golden hair. I had golden strips spiked up along with my black hair. The only golden part of his hair style were his bangs. Those bangs drooped from the rain, outlining his small, cherub-like face. His frame was small, weak, fragile. His complexion was extremely pale in a sickly way. He was gorgeous.
My mind came to a sudden halt. Gorgeous? When has a word like that ever been used to describe a person. Since when was 'gorgeous' even apart of my internal dictionary. I was quickly pulled from my thoughts as I saw the boy begin to cross the street. I looked to see the signal to walk was still red. The rain was pouring down so hard the cars would hardly be able to see the boy attempting suicide. At least, that's what I had thought he was trying to do. He was going to kill himself. He was going to attempt to die. My eyes widened as this boy wasn't stopping. I had hoped he would have realized that the sign was still red. Or perhaps chicken out from attempting the unforgivable sin. There was no hesitation in his eyes. He was seriously going to do it.
My heart dropped at the thought. Images of the boy's blood splattered across the street wafted into my head. His beautiful face dead. His fragile, weak, skinny body mangled on the street, rain soaking through his clothes. Before he could take another step forward I grabbed his arm and pulled him back. His tiny wrist seemed to fit perfectly in my grip. His body was more fragile than I had imagined. I hadn't pulled that hard but the boy came crashing into my chest. He ever so slowly pulled his face out of my chest and continued to stare straight through me with his beautiful amethyst eyes. I glowered slightly. This boy was making me use words I have never once used my entire life. Gorgeous? Beautiful? Since when was I ever one to judge random strangers on the streets?
I continued to stare at him, not knowing what to say. My grip in his arm lessened but he didn't attempt to move. I saw a slight blush across his cheeks. He was panting slightly. I gasped as I felt the heat radiating off of him. He had a fever.
"Hey..." I had barely let the words escape my mouth before his eyes rolled backwards and fainted in my arms.