Seto walked to the apartment after school, sent by the teacher to give an absent Jou his book and assignments. The teach had picked him, because, of course, he was the most responsible of Jou's acquaintances. Where the teacher got that they were friends from, Seto had no idea, but he suspected that some form of mind reading was responsible; which is why Seto wasn't exactly in the best of moods when he got to the door.
He marched in the door, and straight up to the apartment. He just wanted to get out of that place and forget the dread he was feeling as he got closer to where Jou lived. He reached the landing and walked down the narrow corridor, but quickened his pace when he heard some alarming banging coming from the apartment. A shout reached his ears as he was about to knock on the ajar door, but instead he pushed it open and burst into the room.
The scene before his eyes appalled him, the floor was littered with trash and empty containers of alcohol and cigarettes, the place had a rank odor of foulness unmatched by any alley-way Seto had ever chanced to pass. How Jou took any sort of shower and ended up looking decent at school was beyond comprehension. Around the corner of the small entry way hall way was an image that had Seto horrified and sickened. The blatant abuse of Jou by his father made him sick, and he burst through the rotten room, not even knowing his own actions before he committed them, tearing Jou's father away from the boy, clocking him across the face as he attempted to direct blows against the interfering stranger.
Seto hauled Jou to his feet, grabbing the blonde around his waist as his shorter counterpart clutched onto the other's clothed shoulders for support. Without conscious thought Seto told Jou to pack his things as quickly as possible and whipped out his cell to call the limo as soon as his bidding was equally unconsciously obeyed. After his abrupt phone call, he watched Jou's father lay on the floor as he listened to Jou's packing noises from the other room.
When Jou returned to the room minutes later, Seto hauled him out of the apartment, holding his new charge by the hand as he dragged him from the building without protest. He then took Jou's luggage from him as he opened the door to let Jou in. He threw the suitcase in the trunk, slamming both doors as he got in shortly after.
Seto found all his dread had turned into anger, and that turned into an exhausted worrying. Once they got to the mansion, he was ready to take a nap. Jou had already started napping on Seto's shoulder as they drove. They got out and tiredly made their way up to the huge house after retrieving Jou's bag from the trunk. Seto led Jou to a guest bedroom in the same hallway as his and Mokuba's rooms then went into his own, unceremoniously sitting down and curling up under a throw blanket, falling soundly asleep within minutes.