RP Log (OOC!Seto, IC!Siegfried)

Characters: OOC!Seto and IC!Siegfried
Rating: PG for a bit of language.

Tsuda, if anyone had read his journal, was freaking out. Not as bad as some times, but he was worried. There were a few reasons as to why he was worried.


1.) He thought that, perhaps, just maybe, the attack had been by Shadow. Again. Because they REALLY needed that little fucker in their lives again.


2.) Siegfried was the one to get attacked. He had every reason to be concerned.


And so, as soon as he could, he trekked out to the hospital (wretched place) and argued his way into the room where the fellow CEO stayed. Seto felt the nervousness creep up his spine, and his grip on the box (a gift he had gotten) tightened. The doctors had assured him that Siegfried was being well taken care of, but, well...

Siegfried, in case it wasn't all too obvious to any who saw him, had not had a good night. Though the doctors had quickly stabilized him enough to take him off life support (and had slowly worked the tape off), he had remained unconscious and was still badly in need of a blood transfusion. He was as pale as a ghost, now, and his skin was cold and clammy. He had, after all, nearly died--and he wasn't completely out of danger yet, although his situation had lightened quickly from critical to serious.

Seto set the box aside and pulled up a chair to Siegfried's bedside. He cleared his throat and fidgeted. "S-Siegfried? Are you awake?"

In his morphine-induced haze, Siegfried had barely made out the all-too-familiar voice saying his name. His eyes fluttered open, and he weakly took in the other man in the room. He blinked. "... Tsuda?" he whispered, recognizing him immediately.

"Yeah. I came. As soon as I heard. It's all over the news."

Siegfried chuckled painfully. "Ah, yes. Well, it is me, after all." He coughed, grimacing. "I'm rather surprised the bastard simply didn't kill me."

"Well, you know. It's not what he really does." Seto couldn't get himself to even give a small smile. "So it was him?" he asked in a hushed voice. "Shadow?"

Siegfried's expression turned grave. "Actually, he did seem rather intent on killing me. Mentioned some nonsense about stealing his things and whatnot. I'm surprised he changed his mind." He nodded, wincing at even that small motion. "Yes. It was. Oh, my, how ever could you tell?"

"I should probably talk to Mokuba, then..." Seto waved it off. "But let's not talk about that. I, uh...got you. Something. Um. A gift. Of sorts. Not really of sorts, it's a gift, but...uh." He grabbed the box. "D'you want it now, or maybe I should wait until you're doing a bit better...?"

At that, Siegfried managed a real smile, chuckling and forcing himself to sit up. "For me? You shouldn't have." He shook his head, leaning back against the headboard. "It's fine. I don't want to be rude, after you've gone through the trouble..."

"'S not exactly trouble, but okay." He opened it up, taking out another wooden box with an inlaid mirror checker-pattern. "It's a chess set. You've probably got plenty, but I was looking for this for you. Glass Valkyrie pieces." Here Seto opened up the top of the box, gingerly taking out one of said pieces. "I didn't know if you had one like this yet, so..."

Siegfried smirked. It was cute, really, how awkward Tsuda was. "It's lovely. No, I hadn't managed to get one like this, yet; apparently they're a bit rare in these parts." He gently took the piece into his own hand, examining it. "Thank you. This is a very thoughtful gift."

"Yeah, well, I thought it was only fair."

Siegfried blinked, looking up. "Oh?"

"That time you visited me in the hospital and got me those wind chimes," Seto explained.

Siegfried nodded slowly. "I see. Well, I certainly wouldn't want you to feel obligated, however..." he cleared his throat, wincing again. "Thank you. It's a beautiful gift, nonetheless." He reached out, handing the piece back to Tsuda.

He set the box aside again. "It wasn't because of that, but you know...I just thought it would be nice." A hand ran through his hair. "I actually wanted to be kind to you."

Siegfried blinked again in surprise. "... You did?" he asked, brushing stray hair from his face.

"Yeah." Seto sighed. "Look. Before you got attacked, I was going to IM you or something and yell at you. Because I'd heard that you and my other self bumped into each other, and words were exchanged, and... God knows what bullshit went on. But. I'm not going to. Because you had me worried."

Siegfried sneered. "I didn't tell him anything he shouldn't have known already," he drawled lazily. At Tsuda's next statement, he fell silent for a few minutes, stunned. "... You were worried about me?"

"Yes? It's surprising to you?"

Siegfried blushed slightly in embarrassment, looking away and crossing his arms instinctively. He grunted a little at the pain, closing his eyes against it. "It is, actually."

"We're not enemies; I have the right to be worried about your well-being."

"… My apologies," Siegfried managed, looking at Seto again. "I'm afraid I'm rather not used to people who are concerned over my well-being, with the exclusion of my brother."

Seto smirked. "That's what I figured. It's a weird feeling, I know."

Siegfried smirked back ruefully. "Quite."

There were a few moments of slightly awkward silence. "So, uh, I guess that's kind of it. The gift. And seeing you. How you were doing. I probably shouldn't stick around for long; I'm sure you need your rest."

Something inside Siegfried wanted to ask Tsuda to stay, but he cursed at that bit and told it to keep quiet as he lay back down. "... I suppose," he mumbled. "I'm sure you have more important things to attend to." Try as he might, he couldn't keep the slight bitterness from his tone.

"More important than making sure you're not dead or dying?" Insert eyebrow raise here.

"..." Siegfried truly didn't know what to say. "I..." he attempted, staring at his one-time enemy in shock.

"...I could, uh, go, if you want..."

"I... would rather you not go, at least for a little while." Siegfried mentally kicked himself for admitting that, but there it was.

"All right, then I'll stay. I just don't want to, y'know, wear you out or anything."

Siegfried chuckled. "More than I already have been, you mean?" He shook his head slightly from where it lay on the pillow. "It's no bother."

Seto allowed a smirk and glanced around the room. "I haven't been here in ages. It seems like ages, anyway. Who'd've thunk I'd go back to being a visitor, eh?"

Siegfried snickered at that. "Indeed. I always rather thought that you would be back in here before me. And the hospital is always rather popular, it seems."

"Oh? And why would you think that? I mean, I know I seemed to be in the hospital a bit, but not a LOT, really..."

"Because you've always rather struck me as the type to get into quite a bit of trouble."

"Trouble. Yeah, I guess you're right. I've been playing it rather safe lately."

"I've noticed," Siegfried replied dryly.

"It's better than being dead." Smirk. "Maybe."

Siegfried raised an eyebrow. "Oh, dear Lord, don't go about killing yourself. I'd hate to have to mourn you."

Seto rolled his eyes. "I haven't thought about offing myself for quite some time, thanks."

Siegfried sat up again, grimacing as he eased himself into a comfortable position. "... Good."

"Very good, I should think."

"Indeed."

Though something in Seto didn't seem too sure. "...Did I ever tell you about the car crash, when you visited me? You made my day with those wind chimes. Doubt I would've said anything highly morbid. We weren't on the best of terms, really, even then."

Siegfried smiled slightly. "I'm glad," he admitted. "I had a rather difficult time picking it out." And it was true; he hadn't been sure if Seto would like them.

"They were wind chimes; I would've liked 'em. And the little dragon on it. I think I might've been touched by anything you got me. Unless it was the plague inna box."

Siegfried laughed, the laughter quickly turning into a serious of pained coughs. "... Yes," he grinned, when he had regained his breath. "Actually, I thought of that."

Concern creased Seto's face again. "...Maybe I should go."

"... No, I... unless, of course, you want to. I badly needed the laugh, however."

"You DID say you would've gotten me the plague but you couldn't find a big enough box. I think you would've."

Siegfried chuckled. "I remember. And, indeed, I couldn't. Pity. Perhaps I shall invent one."

"It wasn't just an accident, the crash. I was trying to kill myself." Seto wasn't sure why he felt he had to say it, to explain it to Siegfried when it was so long ago, and their positions reversed, but there it was.

Siegfried stared harshly for a moment, then softened his expression considerably. "... I know," he admitted softly. "I... was considering that course for quite some time, myself." For some reason, it hurt him to reveal that--and not just for the sake of his pride.

This came as a surprise. "Really?"

"I... yes, I was," Siegfried replied, eyes averted.

"I hadn't thought... you, of all people. Sorry, it's just odd to hear."

"Yes, well, there's plenty about me that many people do not know."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up. I was just thinking about it--not...not about suicide, I was just thinking the other day about...you know...stupid things I've done in the past two-or-so years. I dunno, things happened, I got to thinking, and I just thought. You ought to know."

"... Oh?" Siegfried raised an eyebrow, curious. "And why is that, if I may ask?"

"I don't know," said Seto, flustered. "Something didn't seem fair if you didn't know. Maybe I just wanted someone to tell."

Siegfried tilted his head to one side, examining Seto's expression carefully. "... I see. Thank you."

"I'm not like that anymore," he reiterated, in case Siegfried had forgotten.

Siegfried smirked at Seto's reaction. "I realized that."

"...Yeah. Okay, I think we can change topics now."

Siegfried nodded. "Very well. What would you like to speak of, then?"

Seto crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat. "I said I wasn't going to yell at you, and maybe it's bad to bring it up now of all times, but why were you telling my other self that he was a bad boyfriend?"

Siegfried snorted a little, his eyes narrowing. "Perhaps because he struck me as such, disappearing and all?" he sneered, crossing his arms. And I thought you deserved better than that.

"He's been trying to make it up."

"And what if he disappears yet again? You forgave him twice; if he comes back to you with pretty words and empty promises--again--you'll do it a third time, perhaps?"

"No--I'd drop him then and there, I'm sure of it."

"... As I'm sure you promised yourself the first time."

"Just because I'm trying to let a relationship even have a chance doesn't mean I'm going to let another failed one keep on going."

"And what," Siegfried growled quietly, his eyes narrowing--he didn't have the strength to be yelling--"do you mean by that?"

"I don't want to get sucked into another bad relationship. But he's convinced me to at least try. I had turned him down at first. But I gave it a shot anyway."

Siegfried sneered bitterly. "Yes, because they always reform themselves, don't they? All it takes, after all, is someone who is willing to deal with them."

"And if he dicks around again, I'm not going to deal with him!"

"Oh?" Siegfried replied, raising his voice. "Like you undoubtedly promised yourself the last time?!" He panted slightly with the effort of nearly shouting, then leaned back again his hands clenched into fists on his lap. This was so frustrating; why did he allow himself to care so much?

Seto rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to go spinning off into some circular pattern with a bad relationship. I'm smarter than that; I wish you would give me that much credit."

"... I am afraid, Tsuda Seto, that you've got me rather dubious on that little matter." Nevertheless, Siegfried swallowed and forced himself to relax.

"I know you two are enemies, but honestly."

"Honestly, what? I am afraid, Tsuda Seto, that that has surprisingly little to do with this."

"...Oh." He blinked, comprehension dawning. He had hoped that was not the case. "Oh. All right."

"Yes. Quite." Siegfried crossed his arms over his chest and scowled at Seto. "Does it surprise you, my concern for your well-being?"

"I'm not sure if it's so much about concern for my well-being as it could be, perhaps, about jealousy?"

At that, Siegfried had to force himself to not look away. "... Everything that mattered the most to me, he has taken away," he admitted quietly. "Save my brother, of course."

"Surely my friendship matters."

"Yes, it does. Very much so," came the reply. Still, he was allowed to feel at least a little bitter that it was Kaiba, of all people, that Tsuda had chosen, and not him? Surely?

"And maybe he isn't good for me. Maybe I will drop him someday. But you can't say he's taken everything, then."

"... I suppose not."

"I think I'm going to go, then, if it's all the same to you. And I'll still hold you to that game of chess, when you're let out." Seto stood.

Siegfried sighed. He felt sorry that what had begun as a pleasant, if awkward, visit had turned into this. "I... suppose so, then. Thank you," he replied, his hair hiding his eyes.

"...Whatever my other self might think, I don't want this to hurt you," murmured Seto.

Siegfried blinked. "... Really?" he had to ask; after all, Seto had started an argument with him, and while he was badly injured, no less.

"Really. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to start this. I don't want you to be jealous. But this...is just the way things are right now. So..." He turned toward the door. "...See you, then." And promptly left. Oh Seto, you fucked it up again.

Siegfried allowed the door to shut before he sighed, lowering his head into one of his hands briefly before he realized how exhausted and in pain he was. "Siegfried, you truly are the greatest of fools," he murmured, easing down under the covers again, where he quickly slipped back into unconsciousness.