A Little One-Shot Book

SetoSolace One-Shot: Dancing On Fire

A/N- Yep. Another one-shot. Look, I'm sorry if this sucks cause I wrote this at 5AM cause I was bored. And I'm writing in 3rd person for once cause it will sound much better that way. For the next one, do you want it to be sad? Want me to do sad MunchingUniverse? Dunno. Okay, stop rambling, STORY TIME!!

*3rd Person POV*

Great jets of flame burst out of the sorcerer's palms, catapulting him through the forest. By now, his castle was miles away. He was, actually, quite close to the city where all his friends lived. Spawn City. But he wasn't here to visit them, though. He hadn't visited in years, in fact. He knew they hated him after they threw him out, so why bother? Even if he liked one of them, why would they care?

Seto etched designs all over the landscape, a faintly glowing path following in his wake. He laughed deeply as the wind whipped his hood about, trying to yank it off his head. His grand cape flapped behind sharply.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOH!! HAHAHAHAHA!!" He cried into the night, oblivious that he had an onlooker. Right now, he was free.

Brice sat at his desk, sketching the same picture over. The one of his love. The one that had been cast away by his 'friends'. They attempted to talk to him, but he hardly ever came out of his maze of books. And none of them dared to go in THERE. Brice had confessed to the sorcerer a day before he was cast out. Brice still loved him after all these years, but an ache in his heart had grown recently.

Would he ever see the young male again?

What if he had forgotten?

Should he move on?

Still, if he did get over Seto, he would continue living in this cabin. It was quaint and quiet, perfect for an artist like himself. He heard hollering outside, which worried him. Who would be out here? In the middle of the night?

He got up and walked outside, the crisp Autumn air stinging his nose. His bright blond hair flopped about in the light wind, his sharp and sensitive gaze not missing a detail. He heard another noise, it sounded like...laughter? In the distance, a pinprick of a flame trailed behind someone moving remarkably fast.

"It couldn't be..." He muttered, squinting. He decided to try something against his better judgement.

"SEEETOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" He called out.

Seto heard his name called from a distance. Wait. His name? He slowed, fire dieing to a glow on his hands. In the distance he saw an unnoticed light. A house was outlined by artificial lighting. In front, he could just make out a figure. He crept through the foliage, surprisingly silent. He got to a thick tree just on the edge of where the light flooded out. He recognized the larger blond male. His eyes flitted in the direction of the tree. Seto was to hypnotized to move.

Brice's gaze flitted over a thick tree. A patch of purple caught his eye. His gaze snapped back to the tree, to see the colored material flit back. It peeped out again and he heard gasp. It hid again. More specifically, HE hid again.

"Seto?" He heard a deep sigh. The sorcerer stepped out slowly, much more mature looking. Instead of a happy-go-lucky teen, he saw a solid young man. He was still dressed the same, wearing the traditional robe and cloak. The cloak hood covered much of his face, all except his mouth.

"Hi...Brice..." His voice was still young and innocent, making the blond's heart flutter.

"Oh my god, it's really you...it really is you, Seto..." He brought his hand to his mouth, smiling uncontrollably. Tears ebbed his vision, happiness overwhelmed.

"Yeah..." Brice couldn't take it anymore. He ran over, scooping up the smaller being. He squeezed his frame, happily crying.

"I love you, I love you so much, Seto..." He said joyously.