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tanaisokay · 9 months ago

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I'm just gonna... 😌 Happy Crankshipping, y'all ~ I love these idiots so much, that I'm gonna tease everyone with the writing for these scenes~

Scene 1 (Top);

Julia was oblivious until the bottle flew by her and the sound of shattering glass filled the air like a bomb. And just like a pressurized gasket, the wine splattered all over. The walls. The floor. The cabinets. But mostly sprayed Julia and seeped into that cream knitted cashmere dress she was wearing. She flinched as the wine coated her skin and began to drip down. It wasn't blood, really, but it sure looked like it. The pieces of glass clattered to the ground and the scene fell into complete silence. Seto felt his body begin to quiver. The realization of what he had done really settling in before Julia started to comprehend it herself. She was trying to make sense of how the bottle got from the counter across the kitchen, to where she was standing near the fridge. She was staring down at the wine on her body and the mess on the floor. Blinking at the little green glass shards that were mixed in.

"Julia..." Seto's voice clenched in his throat. He felt his esophagus tighten and close in. The fear was turning him stiff and the ability to breathe was leaving him. "I didn't - I didn't mean-."

Frantically, he moved around the island that stood in the way of the two of them.

His words sparked her realization. The pure fear falling on her face. Her steps away as he grew closer. Finally looking at him like he was a monster.

"I wasn't thinking-."

"No. Don't." Julia breathed out. The wine on her face streaking down her neck and pooled at her collarbone.

"I didn't- Julia."

She stepped to duck behind the counter island, making sure there was something between them at all times. "Stay away from me."

"Julia!" He wasn't just a monster to her. He was a demon. A disgusting, twisted creature. "I wasn't myself!"

Scene 2 (Bottom Left);

"Julia..." Seto called to her as she hung her head. Wipping her face with the sleeve of her linen cardigan. "Can we...?"

"I don't really have a choice, do I?" Julia groaned.

"I would like to say it's to your own devices, but I will be stubborn about this."

"Fucking mule..." Julia shrugged at that and started walking back towards the parking lot. "Tide is rising, we should start walking back."

He reached and delicately grabbed her wrist, to keep her from creating any more distance. She was shocked at first, but his tender hold made her hide her face almost immediately. Taking her wrist into both his hands, he ran his thumbs over the top. Playing with the single gold chain of diamonds around her wrist. Interesting, that she still wore the bracelet even after what happened. Though, not like it was a simple piece of jewelry to take off. She would need the key for it to come off easily. The sudden symbolism of a handcuff entered his head, which she joked about frequently. He really did give her a fancy handcuff for her birthday, didn't he?

"I'm sorry."

Julia sighed and stomped her foot against the sand that was gathering more water by the second. "Seto, just start walking-."

"I am not great at these things, so I implore you to forgive me if I say something out of turn. I said some terrible things and I greatly regret what I said in my rage."

"... It wasn't what you said. You threw a wine bottle, at my head."

"Yes, I have not forgotten... I don't really have an explanation for that one and I don't think I should try too... That-That was wrong, and I realize how awful I have been."

"Do you!?" Finally, she turned. Her red eyes filling with tears once more. "Do you actually realize it or are you just saying-?!"

"I am jealous." He cut into her raising tone with the truth. "I am jealous that my brother loves you more than me."

"We have talked about this, Seto. He doesn't love me more than you. Mokuba loves you so much more..."

"Don't. I may be a stubborn fool, but I'm not blind." Seto actually laughed with a small exhale with pity at himself. "What I couldn't tell myself otherwise, I allowed my jealousy to consume me- Correction, I have... Let it consume me for quite some time."

A pout fell on her lips as she blubbered to his truth. The sobs that she had clearly been withholding since his arrival, bubbling out in painful wails.

"The jealousy does also lie with the fact that... I want comfort in that way as well, but I'm too afraid to ask for it."

"So instead of communicating what you need," The two of them let what she said settle between them. Her wrist softening in his hands. A deep breath to get her whimpers under control. "Your response was to knock me unconscious and attempt to break my face?"

"I never claimed to be perfect..."

The scowl Seto received in response, made him clam up, like the ones in the traps nearby.

"It's no excuse. I did what I did and... I was mortified before the bottle left my hand, before it even hit the fridge. For a second, I lost myself but... I understand that my response has warranted your reaction." Seto felt the words flowing like vomit. He couldn't stop himself if he tried. "Everytime we fight, especially over him... The bitterness grew and grew. Until it formed into something I said I would never become… but still let myself slip into that evil because I have no other ways of expressing myself."

"Seto... That's so fucked up."

Seto nodded, sinking more into the acceptance that what he did was as vile as Gozoboro and his adopted father's past actions. But there was one thing Seto could give, that Gozoboro would never stoop too.

True promises.

"I know, it's not much and you can deny this if it is your choice." Seto sighed, his thumb no longer playing with the gold chain, but running over her skin instead. “I promise to be better. I don't- I don't like this person I have turned into. I have become someone I recognize in my memories, that I hate more than anything. I never wanted to get to a place such as this. So please, believe me as I tell you, I mean every word that I say.”

Julia stood quietly after his promise. The tiny waves of the rising tide were rushing over the tops of their feet. His trousers soaking in the salt once more. The water from the Atlantic was as bone chilling as the silence. The sandbar was slowly receding back into the ocean floor and they would soon be swallowed by it if they didn't move.

“I…” Julia went to speak but her voice jammed in her throat causing her to cough. She looked away from him, into the ocean bay. The overcast was so dark and gray, that it could start to rain soon. Even then, the New England clouds were tricky to predict. “I can't accept an apology nor a promise, if I haven't been shown that change.” Following the waves back to their feet, she looked up at him. “If you show me that you're true to your promise, then I will accept.”

Scene 3 (Bottom Right);

“Here. Let's try this.” Julia spoke without a whisper. She annunciated her words clearly and he could hear her moving about.

Before he could protest, her hand took his once again, but only for a second. She changed what would have been a whole hold of the hand, to just one finger. Her pinkie joining with his. Curled around and holding it in place as a link, rather than a smothering grip. Seto sat there, stunned. Staring down at how tiny her pinkie was compared to his own. He didn't even think of doing this. This was so much easier than holding hands. Hand holding was sweaty and weird and gross and- It weighed him down. It dragged his mental feet. He used to hold Mokuba's hand, until he felt how sluggish it made him feel. How trapping it became.

“There.” Julia's sigh filled the living room as she settled down once more. Her head sinking softly into her pillow. Her pinkie still intertwined with his. Their hands hanging off the couch, but staying together in this weird hold that actually felt normal to Seto's crippling lack of affection. Puncturing the gentle atmosphere that was growing between them, Julia finally asked, “Are you okay with this?”

“Yeah… this is fine.” His voice was breathy, in almost an exasperated exhale. Yet still not in a way that he was trying to whisper, but more over the fact that he was still trying to make ends meet in his head.

“Good.” He heard her smile in her voice even though her face was partially hidden against the pillow. “Goodnight, Seto.”

“Goodnight…”

For a good moment, time stood as it may. It ticked and tocked, but Seto felt frozen in that space. Staring down at the hand that so graciously held him. At the person who once again knew exactly what he needed without knowing himself.

It was then, Seto started piecing together the loose ends. Seeing where things lined up and how much it hurt. The last week and its many tribulations, was only the beginning. Having to come to terms with certain parts of himself and truly seeing how certain actions had consequences, wasn't in his strong suit. It was easier to just ignore the issues. Usually if he thought hard enough or played pretend, they just disappeared. Which would have been the case. Except for the fact that Mokuba was no longer staying submissive. If this was a year ago - if this happened when the relationship with Julia was still fresh and new - Mokuba wouldn't have made a sound. He would have swallowed the pain as usual and moved on. But now… Now that Julia was there to make Mokuba see that the boy is worthy of everything he wanted, spoke his mind too and then some, would of course cause a catalyst of bullshit. Funny, how a year can change someone as mailable as Mokuba. Crazy, how the boy was more of himself than he had ever been. Mind-blowing the effects of having security and comfort and undying love right at one's finger tips.

Consequently, that supposed love was also at Seto's. It was holding his pinkie and was giving him a second chance.

No one with a brain should give Seto a second chance.

And yet, Julia did. He would have called her stupid, but he knew better. She was anything but stupid. Naive? Mostly so. Hopeful? Tiresomely. But most of all, she was forgiving with the strength of an ocean, like the one he always felt like he was drowning in.

A thought slipped into his head - What would his life be like if she didn't wander into it and push her ideals down his throat? A scary one. An incomplete one. One where Mokuba took the brunt force of Seto's mistakes and scrambled to make everything better. Yet, Mokuba was a child. Something Seto held on to tight for some odd reason. The boy would have always been just that; a small measly child. Mokuba would have never grown up in Seto's eyes, if it wasn't for Julia. Mokuba wouldn't have had the chance to say what he truly wanted. All Mokuba did before was speak in regards to Seto and their safety as two lonely orphans against the world. Which easily would have kept going, if something didn't throw a wrench into the ongoing gears and cause a concave of pure stupidity. Seto would have continued to ignore and abuse the silence of Mokuba's fear.

The cycle, is never ending.

Maybe Seto should thank Julia. At least he can see that cycles do repeat now. That he had fallen victim to something he tried so hard to convince himself otherwise of. That the abused became the abuser. That the twisted creatures that inflicted pain created something in Seto that was just as dark and deep with malic. If what he said was to come true - if he was truly never going to become Gozoboro and those vile goons that put their hands on him - then he needed to be a little more dignified. If he wanted to create a perfect world for Mokuba and all those that grew up in sad pathetic lives like Seto, he needed to be more conscious of the world going on around him.

Crankshipping (OC x Canon) Commission! for @tanaisokay

I LOVE THEM, YOUR HONOR, waiting for the fic to be finished 👀

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