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Seto sighed and glanced down at his fingers as Jounouchi sprinted away. He probably should go see a doctor, it would be easier to down play the whole incident if Mokuba couldn't see the extent of the injuries. Maybe on his lunch break, assuming he took one. That decided he made his way back towards Kaiba Corp, staff should already have begun to show up around now, at least he wouldn't get trapped alone - or with the mentally impaired - should things still be amiss.

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Hiroto ran his fingers through his hair, glancing idly at the various magazines displayed before him. He wasn't even sure how he had ended up at the convenience store. It might have been for gum, but he wasn't sure what he really needed that for. He was about ready to give up and go back to bed, it was much too early to be up, out and thinking, when a light jingle attracted his attention frontwards. Grinning he started waving his arms about exuberantly and shouted, "hey buddy, what are you doing up so early? You look like you haven't slept in days!"

((Yea I'm just using first names when someone is thinking about oneself. I sat there debating for like 5 minutes before finally just writing Hiroto. It's just too weird to me to try to get in someone's head with their surname. I mean with Jounouchi it would make sense to me, but not with anyone else. I mean I think in the third person a lot, and it's always as Gail. Granted that's probably because my brother is referred to by our last name for some reason. I was talking to a younger friend yesterday while driving to my birthday party and he was saying how he always thought that was my brother's actual name, and thus got confused when he heard Gail Mobley or Mrs. Mobley (in reference to my mom), thinking someone would be referring to two people at once. I found that amusing. Anyhow yea, end long unnecessary ramble.))

"Crap huh? Nothing to bad with your dad right," Hiroto asked, slightly worried. Jounouchi looked fine though, so whatever had happened last night, it had probably not occurred at home. He followed Jounouchi towards the tobacco products, used to that being the only early morning errand his friend usually ran. "So tell me what was so eventful about last night that it kept your lazy butt the entire time."

((I watch the show in English so it'd be most natural for me to call him Tristan, hahaha. However I'm used to calling him Honda talking about him, but yea, I just can't adjust to referring to someone by the surname when playing them. I'll use surnames when they refer to others. Unless it's like a kid, or Yuugi or something, haha. And my brother is silly. ^_~))

"Are you serious?" Hiroto asked, completely baffled by Jounouchi's unlikely circumstances. "Man, why did you even bother to drag him anywhere? Couldn't someone else in that place have helped him? And even if you did feel obligated - and I dunno why you would, jerk that he is to you and everything - why didn't you just drop his a** off at a hospital or something?"

Hiroto chuckled, "whatever man, you are too nice," he patted Jounouchi on the shoulder as his friend made his item selection. "So what's the plan after this, crashing out for the rest of the day?"

"I suppose you deserve the rest, after a night like last night. I mean damn, trapped in a malfunctioning building, with Kaiba Seto of all people? Talk about bad luck." Jounouchi nodded and collected his purchases, after which the two exited the store, Hiroto no longer concerned by the fact he had no idea why he had been there in the first place. "Well man get some sleep, I think I'm going to go chase down Anzu or something now, maybe give us a call later when are in better form?" Goodbyes completed, Hiroto pulled out his phone, heading off in the general direction of his home.

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Seto sighed, staring at his computer, not particularly focused on the screen. His hands were aching, a continuous pulsating reminder of his misfortunes last night. Irritated he finally got up and made his way out of the office. He still wasn't exactly set upon going to the hospital, but he decided it would be no waste of time to meander that way. The pain was getting to be excruciating enough that even his head ached, he certainly wasn't going to be getting any work done in this state anyhow.

((Sorry!!! It took me SO long to decide what to do with Honda, I kept looking at this and was just too blocked. Anyhow you said you started school today so hope that went well. I say today in that while it may be Friday I've yet to go to bed. STILL packing for Washington and I leave for the airport in about 2 hours. Somehow I think bed is not happening tonight. xd ))

Seto exited his building and turned left, not even fully conscience of where he was heading. The pounding in his head was increasing, and he wondered if he did more damage to himself than what his hands would suggest. Cutting back through the park, he returned to the bench he was on earlier. It was secluded enough that he could suffer the slight display of weakness to lay down for a moment, just to catch his breath.

((Haha, I'd never do that, even if I come down to forcing myself to write I wouldn't just write something ridiculous, I've got too much pride for that. ^_~ Though this post was really quick b/c I had to run out in 3 minutes.

I love sleep too but it hasn't been my friend lately, oh well, maybe in a few months. We'll see how it goes. xd ))

Seto hadn't meant to fall asleep, but the moment he did he slipped into a nightmare relevant to his experience during the previous night. Trapped in an elevator - albeit in this dream alone - hurling at an unimaginable speed, over an unfathomable distance, straight towards certain doom. After several minutes trapped in terrifying repetition, Seto managed to shake himself awake, sitting up violently, and unfortunately, painfully. He found himself immediately colliding heads with the current bane of his existence.

Seto would have rolled his eyes if he hadn't been in so much pain, as if he could intentionally have caused the collision. Although really, at this point he should have known his rival would be hovering mere inches above him as he slept. That's just how creepy and awkward his life had become. Still, he didn't have the energy even attempt a meek insult. Panting unnaturally he lay back on the bench and shut his eyes, trying to will the dull pain in his chest away. Truthfully, he was starting to realize that having had thousands of jolts of electricity coursing through his nervous system had probably done more damage than simply charring skin. But even if finally resigned to the fact that he needed medical attention, he couldn't allow himself to show any further weakness in front of the irritating man next to him, nor did he have the capacity to seek help himself. He therefore decided to just lie on the bench until Jounouchi went away, and then hopefully he could manage to work his cell long enough to engage vehicular assistance.