A.N. It's me. Heavy Slash-fic Have yet to decide whether or not to put a lemon in the first chapter, but you'll just have to read and see... Review, please.

"Bye Jou, see you tomorrow!" Yugi yelled from across the school courtyard, waving at Jou as he ran in the direction of home. Jou's head was turned to his friend, still running, his arm extending up, waving back at Yugi. He hadn't seen the object he'd collided with, all he knew is that his face was in the dirt.

Seto Kaiba.

This is whom he collided with, and Seto Kaiba would not take his absent mindedness lightly.

"You stupid Mutt! Watch where you're going, imbecile."

Jou's face scrunched up in disdain at Kaiba's voice but his words made Jou dart up and get in his face.

"What'd ya say ya friggin' jerk? It was an accident!" Jou backed off a bit, still intending to bite his rivals head off, using a different tactic. "You know if I was as rich as you, 'think I could afford some manners." Kaiba's eyes narrowed.

"Why you…" Kaiba grabbed the front of his shirt; initiating physical contact meant one thing to the on-lookers.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" Chanters, passer-by's, and even some brave camera wielding students gathered to witness the handsome prince and the scruffy peasant of Domino High's third fist-fight this week, and it was only Tuesday.

"Listen dimwit, if you were half the man I am..." Jou shoved him off.

"What the hells' that supposed to mean? You ain't no better than me!" Jou threw the first punch, which Kaiba easily caught and used as leverage to trip the blonde and gain the upper hand. Kaiba lay atop the boy, asserting his dominance by trapping his hands beneath his knees.

"I am better than you Mutt, a better spar-er, better student, better in every respect. You are a sniveling dog whose master needs to show him his place." At this point Jou had lifted his leg enough to push himself off the ground and Kaiba beneath him.

Kaiba had kicked him off, refusing to be subservient for even a moment. Jou stumbled but was on his feet, standing, Kaiba followed suit as soon as he was able.

I'm a better person! I got friends, people I count on, people who'll mourn me. Who do you have? Who'll mourn you? Mokuba, who else? Who would care for a self-centered, arrogant, ice-man, incapable of being kind to his own flesh and blood? I don't jus' hate you Kaiba, I pity you."

"Watch your mouth; don't speak of my family, you don't know what you're talking about. What good are people to mourn you in death when you couldn't count on them in life? You're pathetic cheerleaders haven't even taken notice, you're not a very good actor, when one knows what to look for." Jou's eyes were frozen; his whole body, paralyzed, as Kaiba pulled him in closer.

"I know you're secret," Kaiba continued, "On your knees pup, unless you want everyone to know about your demons." Jou was struck but aware and he dropped to his knees; not only to satisfy Kaiba's demand but because he couldn't believe what he just heard. He knows? How? How could he possibly? I never… I- mean, I was so careful to walk right and not flinch, even if Honda's 'Pat's on the back' were a little painful.

"How?" Jou's eyes were averted to the ground; they searched, but not the blades of grass. He racked his brain, running through every moment, every action he made searching for the smallest slip-up. Kaiba bent down on his feet to Jou's level, whispering fairly close to Jou's ear.

"The fear in your eyes when I had you pinned, you're not afraid of me, you never have been. I'm not a stupid man, I can see that much." Jou couldn't move or speak and he didn't know what he would have said or done if he could. Kaiba had him, and what's worse, he knew it.

The students stopped chanting and dispersed when they saw that Kaiba had won, yet again. Jou was in Kaiba's mercy now, Kaiba could do anything and he would have to take it. Jou couldn't bear anyone finding out what Kaiba was sure of.

"Look at yourself, on your knees like a dog; I could let it slip, just how pathetic and weak you really are, so now Mutt, beg me." Jou's head still hung low, his fists on his knees, as pissed off as he was about Kaiba's treatment of him, he knew he what he had to do to keep his secret.

"Please, don't." He mustered in a low voice. Jou was grateful that Kaiba had at least kept his voice down, just enough for him to hear. Kaiba smirked and picked up the briefcase that had been discarded in the beginning of their tussle.

"Good pup, watch yourself, dog." Jou let his snide remark go, as Yugi pushed through the crowd to his friend.

"Jou? Hey Jou, you alright? What did he say to you? Whatever is was it doesn't matter, he's just bitter. Don't let him get to you." Yugi tried to comfort his best friend but it was in vain. Jou set aside his feelings of confusion, and anxiety, and responded to his best friend as if Kaiba never mentioned his secret.

"Yeah Yug' one day, one day that guy's gonna regret he ever messed wit' me. Don't you worry Yug'." Jou tousled his hair a bit knowing it wouldn't affect his style. "One day."

Jou went home, back to his gang infested, whore-ridden, junkie home of a neighborhood. He climbed the steps to his apartment and found his father waiting for his arrival.

"Why're you so late?" His voice grew louder as he neared the door adjacent hallway. "I told you to be home an hour ago." Jou's father was not over-weight, or short or bald. He didn't look like a drunkard, pedophile at all. He was tall, he had dark hair with a few graying streaks, he had a dastardly, old look on his face as he always did.

Jou's voice grew low and uncertain in his father's presence.

"I got in a fight at school." He knew the truth would make his father angry, but being caught in a lie would be even worse.

"Another one? What did I tell you about that? 'Guess you'll always be your mother's bastard child." Jou eyes shot up.

"Leave Mom outta' this!" Rumaki slapped him back-handed.

"Don't talk back to me! Get over here." Jou was pulled to ground, his pants were being unbuckled but he didn't fight. He fought the last few times; he talked back, yelled and pushed away, but his defiance was only met with hot wax, gags, and knives. No, this time the pain would only come from two places. His ass and his heart.

Rumaki was poised to take his sons' pant off, when they heard a knock. Rumaki was up, and answering the door. Jou didn't dare move or re-zip his pants; he would be along any minute to continue where he left off.

"Ahg! What are you-?"

A distant voice called.

"Keep. Your hands. Off. My. Mutt." Jou leapt up to confirm the voice that had possibly caused pain to his father. Seto Kaiba stood in the doorway over Rumaki's body, unconscious.

"What are you doing?" Kaiba could see the tears that streamed down his face, although Jou was no longer crying he was still shaken. "What did you do?"

"Did he hurt you?" Kaiba's face was hidden, his voice dripping with concern, yet still purely Kaiba.

"Nothin' I can't handle." Jou put his wall back up; he wiped any remnants of tears from his face, and re-lit the fire in his eyes. "Get out, what are ya doin here anyway?" Kaiba readjusted himself and pulled Jou out with him, off the steps and into an awaiting limo (conveniently parked squarely outside the apartment.)

"The fuck? Kaib'?" Kaiba ignored him yet again for the time being. Paying more attention to his driver than the person he just basically kidnapped.

"Isono, drive. Now."