Declaimer: I wish I did, and dream I could, but I don't own Yugioh.
Author's Note: AH IM FINALLY BACK! Schools still in the way, but hey, about time I was able to post another story! And this time, I'm planning on finishing a longer chapter. So I was reading some more puppyshipping stories and found a bunch about Jou and his abusive father. How Kaiba was magically involved and they become a lovey dovey couple. Well, I decided to do one my self, seeing that a lot of people like reading those stories.
Chapter One
The trees swayed as the cold autumn wind blew. The sun has just risen over the horizon, fighting the urge to go back to sleep. As early as it was, many people were up and about. Busy streets filled with rushing workers as they drove. The side walks were empty as if nothing had stepped foot on it for days. But the empty silence was soon interrupted by soft thumping. For each quick step came a husky breath. A long legged teen raced down the cement sidewalk. He seemed tense and hurried faster with ever stride. His white T-shirt and blue blue jacket was forced back by the speed. Outlining his thin curves and fit body. His golden messy hair has also blown back, showing two hazel colored eyes. Making a sharp left turn, he finally made it to the Domino High School
Jou's POV:
I raced through the almost empty hallways, my legs swore from so much running. All that was going through my head was to get to class. This was the third time this week that I was late, and I knew I wasn't going to get away with it this time. The bell already rang and the teacher will defiantly be pissed. This is exactly what I need, another detention. My last complaint screamed in my head as I finally found the class room. I didn't even hesitate and barged in loudly.
"Sorry I'm late! I had business to take care of." I quickly excused but almost slapped myself in stupidity. What the hell kind a excuse was that.
"Business in no excuse for education Katsuya. This is your last warning." My teacher threatened checking something off the clipboard.
I just sighed irritably and plopped down in my seat. Once the class became quiet again, the teacher began to lecture. I utterly slumped deeper in my chair, my hands stuffed in my pockets. Looking over to my right, my eyes laid upon my best friend Yugi. He was only a few desks away from me sitting perfectly still as he watched the teacher. He must of noticed my stare because he turned his head to me and smiled. Those large purple eyes looked sympathetic, he always looks at me that way. I smiled back, glad that at least someone wasn't mad at me. Short glancing back at the teacher, I decided to at least act like I'm paying attention. But it became hard to watch the adult slap her lips up and down and point to the board. How boring. And seeing that I was completely exhausted, it felt impossible to even try to understand her language.
Soon, my thoughts wondered off and looked down at my hands. Moving my wrists, so my sleeves would move, showed multiple bruises on my skin. I sighed sadly and looked away. It disgusted me to look at my wounds, living with my father was a pain. I scolded at my self, not wanting to think of the abusive alcoholic. If I had not fought back this morning, than I wouldn't of been late today.
Shaking my head in frustration, I move my hand away from view. Moving my gaze anywhere, they soon spotted a curtain person in the front row. Well, this person was not that curtain but defiantly noticeable. With his clean cloths, rich expression, silk brunette hair, and piercing blue eyes, it was obviously Seto Kaiba.
That loser, always thinking he is all high and mighty. That stupid I'm-better-than-you attitude that would just make you want to punch the guy. How annoying of him, always bringing you down and only cares for himself. What a jerk! But of course you cant touch him because he is too rich and powerful. If I could just have one day with that dumbass, I would show him who's boss. I rolled my eyes and looked away from the CEO.
I have known that guy for almost four years now, and not once has he even talk to me normally. He still gets on my nerves how he smirks and insults me. But surprisingly, I've grown use to his constant bickering. I actually started to feel different when I'm around him, almost as if I enjoyed his company. Yes, I have to admit, I'm starting to debate if I still want to hate him. I have no idea why or how, but I think I'm falling for the guy. Not in the girly love sick kinda way, but more as a small crush. I still curse at myself for even setting eyes on that fool, but lately I have been thinking. Could it be possible that the ice cold billionaire have a heart? It must be, I mean come on, it's obvious he loves his brother Mokuba. There must be some positive feelings in his somewhere, and could be ever have those feeling for me?
A long pause escaped me and I shook my head. No way in hell could he possible feel that way. That bastard would rather loose his damn company than ever like me. He probably wouldn't even except me as a friend let alone something more. Feeling flustered I turned towards the board and try to forget the thought. Dammit Kaiba, why does he have to be so perfect? My thought paused for a moment. Well almost perfect, not at dueling anyway. But with his charming looks, all the money, and a great life, who could be that. How could someone like him get everything while I have nothing?
It was lunch and my friends and I sat together at a lone table. They all bout lunch except Yugi and Yami who had home lunch. As for me, I didn't have enough money to buy lunch. I had to use the little money I had to pay for the house bills. Luckily, my friends shared their food with me. They are the best!
I have not told them about my pathetic crush on Kaiba, the only one that knows is Yugi. He kinda found out on his own and we talked it out the other day. I still cant figure out how he knew but he is smart, and my best friend. But hay, I'm not the only one that is gay. Yugi is also reaching his heart out for someone. My hazel gaze moves across the table and looked at Yugi's look a like. I wonder if Yugi will ever admit his feeling to the pharaoh, it has to happen some day.
"Well aren't you two adorable." I teased happily with a goofy smile. The two teens I was talking to immediately blushed and stared at me.
"Jou!" Yugi's voice rose high in complaint, clearly embarrassed.
The rest of the gang laughed and joked along with me. I smiled big, loving every minute of this. But still, even the thought of a relationship upsets me.
"Hay? Are we still going to the arcade after school?" Anzu spoke, munching on her sandwich.
My happiness quickly dropped when she mentioned that. I totally forgot about that. I watched the rest of the gang nod and look my direction. Hesitating, I shifted a little in my seat, not sure what to say. I have to be home before my father, but my friends want me to come.
I paused before answering. "Um...sure but I have business to take care of after school so I wont be able to stay long."
I watch my friends stare at me, but soon they smiled in understanding. I sighed heavily, feeling awkward and relieved at the same time.
Sadly, after about an hour at the arcade, I had to leave. I was having a lot of fun but looking at the clock, I was already ten minutes late. It hit me like a slap in the face, how could I missed that. Being too distracted with my friends will cause me a good beat down from my father. And I was not happy about that. After forcing a smile at my friends to say goody, I bolted out of the building. I cursed at my stupidity as I raced down the street. My legs burned and my throat felt tight for breathing to hard. Running top speed for many miles is not as easy as it looked. I finally made it to my hell hole of a apartment. Jogging up many stair cases, I finally make it to my door. Taking in a long breath to calm my heavy breathing, I enter the room.
All that I could hope for is that my dad was not home yet. But my hopes where gone as I peered thought the dirty apartment. There he was, laying lazily on the couch, snoring loudly. He was dressed like a bum and his fat stomach stuck out. I couldn't see his face, but I could tell he was asleep. At least he was passed out from too much alcohol so I had some chance to escape unscathed. Not to wake the ugly man, I quickly walked across the stain filled carpet as fast as I could.
Soon enough, applying too much pressure on the floor made the room fill with a loud squeaking noise. Cringing from the sound, I close my eyes tight and prayed he didn't hear that. The drunken man steered on the couch, which made my hair stand on end. He sat up and instantly glared at me. Even when the room was dimmed, I could tell that disgusting face of his was twisted with rage.
"Yea useless son of a bitch!" His booming voice mad the room shake. Grabbing a nearby beer bottle, he blindly chucked it at me. My eyes went wide in shock and I ducked just in time. The bottle smashed on the wall behind me, some shards piercing my skin.
Since the bottle didn't hit me made the older man angrier. He clumsily stood up and shouted at me. I could hardly understand his slur speech but either way, I didn't like it. I could feel my heart race in our raging argument. I shouted back at him, my eyes blazing with mixed feelings. I wasn't going to let him control me or beat me whenever he pleased. No, I wont without a fight.
My father became more enraged as I kept dodging the bottles he threw at me. I became aggravated and sick of this fight and just wanted to go in my room. But my father didn't let me, even when I tried to run away. He grabbed my arm tightly with his huge, fat, hand. I winced at the grip and yanked hard to try to escape. I didn't want to listen to his insults, his cruel drunken words. I was just about to scream at him to let me go, when he hit me. I punched me right in the face, like a soccer ball slamming into you unexpectedly. The force made me fall hard, my body exploding with pain. I could already feel and taste the blood that spilled out of my nose. I fell to my hands and knees and stared wide eyed. I didn't even get the chance to recover when a hard foot made contact with my stomach. I screamed out in surprise and fell to my side. The pain was horrifying and I gagged out. I hugged myself tightly, shaking madly. The pain was intense and the bruises from other fights made it worse.
The evil man still wasn't done as he continued to kicked me. Each blow brought agonizing pain to my back and sides. With my best offense, I curl myself into a ball to protect myself the best I could. I tried my best to hold back screams from every stinging blow. Using my last bit of strength, I manage to kick my foot out and make the man trip. Forcing myself up to my feet, I held my side and breathed heavily. The pathetic man almost looked confused, trying to get back up with wobbly legs. I watched how he struggled to get up and glare at me. He suddenly jumped at me and I gasped in surprise. The moment he charged at me, I backed away. Grabbing a nearby object, I slammed it against my fathers head. The mans head jerked back from the blow, falling with a loud thump. The room when silent other than my rapid breathing. The object I used was a wooden bat that I held tightly. I was about to hit him again, but the guy didn't move.
Staring downs at him with a battered face and a racing heart, I drop the bat. My sore arms went limp to my sides and I stood their for a moment. I was relieved that he was finally down and wont be waking for a while. After making sure my father was still alive, which he was, I slowly limp my way to the bathroom. I could feel my throat start to tighten up and my eyes became sore. But I refused to get upset about this and blink the tears away. Taking a shaky breath, I look into the mirror. My whole face was red, blood dripped down my nose and mouth. My body felt numb with sharp pains and I couldn't stop shaking. Suddenly, my stomach clenched and I hunched over the sink and threw up. The pain was so intense, I couldn't stop gagging. Gasping out painfully, I held my stomach. It hurt to breath, my ribs cracking with every big gulp of air; feeling tight and uncomfortable.
I splashed my face with cold water, trying to ease the pain. My eyes where dazed with exhaustion when I looked around the small room. Sighing, I decided to at least clean up my wounds. After starting the shower, I stripped myself from my cloths and stepped in. The freezing water prickled my skin, making me shiver. I could barley afford the heating bill so I've grown use to having cold showers.
The shower didn't help much and it just made me feel worse, but at least I was clean. My limbs felt numb with cold. I continued to tough it out as I made my way to my bedroom. By now I was only wearing black boxers and a very loose T-shirt. I didn't want to wear much seeing that any touch to my bruised body made me wince. But I still didn't want to see my ugly body, so I kept it hidden with some cloths.
I hated my room, the smallest area in the apartment. It was dark with only one window, almost like a prison. My bed, if you could even call it a bed, was just a old beaten up mattress I bout for only ten dollars. Other than my bed, was the small closet that only had some cloths in it. I remember I use to hid in it when I was younger, but now I have grown to big for it.
Closing the door behind me, I slowly walk to the bed and laid down. I moaned loudly in pain as I moved my way to my stomach. I tried to sleep but the overwhelming discomfort all over my body, made it impossible. I had a terrible stomach ache and my head throbbed. I couldn't stop coughing, most times it was blood that came out. By now I was curled up into a tight ball, shivering from the frosted air. Not even my blanket could shield me from the cold.
All that was going through my head was why. Why the hell does this have to happen to me? Am I really that useless? Tears started to form again and I struggled to keep them from falling. Feeling completely miserable, I move a little sniffling loudly. No one could ever love me so why should I even bother. All I want is to be held and protected. I'm always the one protecting my friends, why cant I be cared for, for once. My last though drifted into nightmares as finally went to sleep.
Author's Note: So how did you like it?It might seem boring right now, but it WILL get better! Thanks for anyone that has at least some interest in this story! More chapters will be added in future.
