Hello! I got really board and had a writes block on all 11 of my storys, so I decided to write this which I had an idea for, so enjoy!
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It's Not Abuse!
Yugi Mouto was like any other thirteen-year-old teen his age. Well, almost. He didn't really have many friends, he got bullied a lot, and his parents, his role models, brought him up to 'do as he was told'.
Now most of you are probably thinking 'well I'm brought up to do as I'm told', but even though he was brought up in a country where smacking had been made illegal, he didn't know that.
Yugi loved his parents, but didn't really mind that his farther worked away a lot, he was used to it. Out of his parents, he loved his mum the most; she was kind and would give him what he wanted, even though they were usually tight for cash.
His farther would also take him on shopping trips, to the park or cinema, and he would always enjoy himself.
His parents had apparently started him on keep fit campaign, but once again; he'd been left in the dark...
"Yugi! Time to get up!"
It was 8:30am on the second day of the seven week long summer holidays, Yugi's favorite time of year as he could sleep in and catch up with his friends on the net, along with writing, his favorite hobby. Yugi would always have at least six notebooks scattered around the areas of the house he dared leave them; he knew to tidy up his 'mess' even if it was just a few books.
"Nhuu" Yugi mumbled as he rolled over and pulled the covers over his head.
"Yugi! We're going to walk the dog, as a family. So get up and get dressed!"
"What time is it? I dun wanna get up." Yugi murmured as he checked the clock behind his bed.
"Yugi! Get. Your. Self. Out. Of. Bed. NOW!"
Yugi jumped as his farther shouted, but as he shot up in bed his father's fist landed on his left shoulder. He rolled away from the hit and fell off his bed, hitting his head on the wooded side table there and landing in a disorganized heap on the floor on top of a pile of bedding, un-unpacked hand luggage from their recent holiday, books, pens, portable CD players, CD cases and various other things including his gameboy and games and a playstation controller.
He groaned again and sat up, rubbing his head and shoulder, cursing in a language he somehow knew, though he didn't know what it was, but his farther didn't understand him, which was something.
"You've got ten minutes to get ready, remember, we're walking the dog, not going to a night club." His farther muttered as he walked out the door mumbling things about not knowing how he ended up with such a lazy, ungrateful lay-about of a son.
Yugi pulled himself to his feet, grabbed a pair of jeans and a T-shirt from the chair on the other side of his room, and got underwear out of the drawer before heading for the bathroom and a quick shower.
"Hurry up Yugi!" his mother yelled as she dropped sausages into a bap for him.
"God woman! Why do you run after him?! He can get his own breakfast!" he heard his farther yell. Which was true, but he would take ages and then his farther would get annoyed at him instead.
"What are you wearing?! We're walking the bloody dog! I told you already! Now go and change!"
Yugi sighed and walked back to his room, pulling off his shoes as he went. He was glad his farther or mother hadn't noticed them, he'd forgotten they didn't like him wearing shoes in the house.
Five minutes later Yugi stomped out of the door after his parents, his Discman in his pocket unbeknownst to them, their dog, Lassie, bounding about happily, glad her 'mummy' was coming too.
His mother had decided that the golden Labrador thought he was its mother after the way it behaved around him. It was really degrading.
"This thing is supposed to be a Guide Dog! Why the hell does it never behave like one?!"
"Well, we'll just have her as a pet then."
'Great' Yugi thought as his parents cooed over the stupid blond mutt. 'I'm never gonna be rid of it.'
It wasn't that Yugi didn't like Lassie, far from it, he loved his 'little' pal, but his parents seemed to prefer it to him, which got to him pretty quick.
Once they had got to their local village, his farther picked up a newspaper. He snorted as he looked at the front page.
"Military Arms Company Changed Into Games Corporation After Heir, Seto Kaiba, Inherits." His farther read from the article,
"Look Yugi, he's only 14, a year older than you. Now why can't you be like that? I bet his parents are really proud. Not like us, stuck with you."
"Why would he inherit a company when he's 14 if his parents are still alive?" Yugi asked holding out his hand for the paper.
"Oh look, it's little Shorty! Hey Shorty!" yelled a blond boy from the bench he was sat on with his friend, a brunette, both of them with cigarettes hanging from their fingers. The blond made a show of taking a deep drag on one and winked at several girls as they walked past. The girls, one a tall, slutty-looking blond, the other a shorter brunette, giggled and smiled, waving at the blond, who's name Yugi knew was Joseph Wheeler, or Joey as everyone called him, his friend was called Tristen.
"Are these your friends?" his mother said, turning to scowl at her son.
"Yeah little Shorty's my best pal!" the blond yelled,
"Want a cigarette, Shorty?" he finished, holding the packet out to Yugi.
"Err, no thanks; Joey." Yugi said, looking from his parents to the boys on the bench.
"I will not have you getting into drugs and things like that through these 'friends' of yours!" his farther yelled,
"But they're not my friends! I hate them! Please, believe me." Yugi finished a pleading look in his eyes. He could see the look of promised pain in his father's eyes and knew the man did not believe him in the slightest.
He glanced towards the bench, but all he saw was Joey's fist and he ducked, but Joey had other ideas, as he grabbed the top of Yugi's hair, his long, spiky, gravity-deifying hair that really was a nuisance when dealing with Joey.
Yugi yelped as Joey picked him up whilst Tristen came over.
"Please excuse us Mr. and Mrs. Mouto, we'd like to play a little game with Yugi, if that's alright with you?" Tristen said, the height of politeness that always got him and Joey out of trouble.
"Alright then, we'll meet you back here in quarter of an hour, have fun Yugi darling." His mother said, giving him a quick kiss on the forehead and walking off.
"You baby him too much woman!" was all he heard his farther say before they were out of earshot. He turned to smile nervously at Joey, when there was an angry shout from further down the street.
"Hey! You two! Stay right where you are!"
"Crap" Joey muttered, glaring at the cop.
"Guess we'll see ya later Shorty! Do me a favor will ya? Just take this for me, if ya lose it you're dead when I next see ya! Got it?!" Joey yelled, shoving a packet of something that looked like talc powder into Yugi's hand along with a pocketknife and sprinting off the other way down the street.
Yugi looked at when Joey had given him, and his heart stopped, he'd read somewhere that speed looked like talc powder, he was in deep shit now if that officer caught him, so he did the only thing he could think of, he ran.
As he ran down the street, the officer on his tail, he turned to look, just to see if he had a chance of escaping, when, wham! He landed on his backside having run into the door of a black limousine that had just opened its door.
################################# Seto's POV ############################
'What a day' I think to myself as I stare out of the tinted windows, sighing.
I always used to think that when Gozeburo was gone and I had control of Kaiba Corp. my problems would be gone. No such luck. Now I have press conferences and meetings endlessly leaving almost no time for me, again.
"We're here Mr. Kaiba."
Comes the voice of my driver and I shudder at the name, it makes me feel old; and like him. I'm in some little village I've never heard of, for yet another press conference. I was told this whole press thing would last a day. Not a week most of it driving around from one place to another! I'm a bloody fourteen-year-old! Not a celebrity!
As I push the door open, I hear running footsteps and then theirs a bang, and the door bends back, a small girl landing at the side of the limo having just run into the door. I feel like screaming at her! The little idiot! She should look where she's going! But I do have manners, so I step out of the limo anyway and hold out my hand to her.
"Thanks" I hear her mutter, her voice is low for a girl, but I've met woman who I'm sure used to belong to the German athletics team. I shudder at the thought as she takes my hand and gets up, looking behind her for something or someone.
"Are you ok Miss.?" I say, and she rips her hand away from mine, scowling up at me. Well, if that's the thanks I get, I won't bother if there's a next time.
"I'm not a bloody girl!" she, sorry he, yells. I can only imagine how red I must have gone; I'm good if I can't tell Boys from Girls.
"Look, there are these two boys, they've just given me this and told me to look after it 'till I next see them so they don't get in trouble with the law. But now there's a cop chasing me and if my parents find out I've been in possession of drugs my Father's gonna kill me! Please help! Cover for me just this once! Please!" he yells, and I glance at the packet in his hand. The powder looks like talc; no way, I'm getting involved here!
"Look, do you have any idea who I am?! What the hell do you think the media would say if I helped you?! Bad enough what's already happened!" I guess I sounded a bit harsher than I intended to, because he starts to shake.
###################################### Yugi's POV ###################################
"Please! My farther will beat me to a bloody pulp if I get caught!" I beg, I know full well now who he is, Seto Kaiba, but he's gotta understand! I won't be able to walk tomorrow if I get caught!
"I know who you are, you were in the paper this morning, but please! He'll kill me!"
################################### Seto's POV #################################
In the paper this morning? Then why the bloody hell am I here?! I've been sat in that bloody limo for six, bloody hours, and I don't even need to bloody be here?! Someone has some major explaining to do!
"Look, kid, a lot of people say their farthers are going to 'kill them' if they get into trouble, but very few actually mean it. Now would you mind getting out of my way? Or I'll turn you over to that officer right now." I scowl, this kid is getting on my nerves. The last thing I need now is to get caught up with some over-dramatizing kid who looks no more than nine, and has the police after him 'cause he can't say no.
"I swear on my life! I'll be in hospital tomorrow if you don't cover for me!"
Does this kid ever give up?!
"Mr. Kaiba?"
"What?!" I snap at Roland, my driver/personal servant
"Erm, I'm not sure how to say this sir, but, the satellite navigator seems to be broken, we don't need to be here."
I growl,
"It's not the satellite that's broken, it's your head! If you can't get me to where I'm supposed to be on time, I'll get someone else to! You got that?!" I yell at him, scowling up into his face and about ready to kill something when a large puff of steam comes from the bonnet and I finally lose it, turning around and banging my fist into the side of the limo, leaving quite a hefty dent, but doing nothing for my temper as my fist now hurts like, well, I've just hit a brick wall, which is close enough.
"Mr. Kaiba? Do you know this kid?"
I turn to the officer, a scowl still on my face,
"No," I answer, looking around as two boys sprint out of the bushes and run into me, pushing me back into the limo, one of the springs choosing now to pop and land in my back. I growl and push them off me; this is, officially, the worst day in history. Well, besides the ones I really don't want to remember.
"Yugi Mouto! You'd better not be in trouble with that officer!" someone yells, and the little boy turns to stare with a look I know all too well at the man running down the street.
"Not, he's not." I find myself saying, grabbing the attention of everyone, and instantly wishing I hadn't opened my mouth.
"And who are you, you little squirt? This is none of your business, just butt out!" the man yells, glaring at me, and I can se in his eyes, the same look of malicious delight at having the chance to hurt someone that Gozeburo always wore when he saw me do the slightest thing wrong.
I can feel Roland watching me. He was the only one I told about the time I spent with Gozeburo, and I can see in his eyes he thinks I'm going to snap some time soon, but all I feel towards this man is a kind of abstract hate, I don't really have a reason to, I don't know him, or his family, but I just hate him.
"You know I could take you to court for that comment, if I could be bothered wasting my time on you." I say calmly, my voice dripping with ice.
"Give over! You're just some spoilt little brat who..."
"Dad, this is Seto Kaiba, you know, the one in the article you read out earlier, the one you wanted me to be more like?" The boy, Yugi, I think his farther called him, says, a scared skepticism filling his words.
"Give over, this little runt?!"
"Yes, me. Now officer, I believe Yugi has no reason to be questioned for or about anything, so if you could let him go."
"I'm sorry Mr. Kaiba, but I saw him take a package of what looked like drugs from another boy, but if he hands them over now, I'll let them all off."
I glance at the other boys, and I don't feel much like getting them off as well, but I don't fell like doing a lot of things I do.
"All right, hand them over Yugi. I'm guessing they're not even yours in the first place." I say, turning to the boy, and he shakes his head.
"I can't Mr. Kaiba Sir." Everyone stares at him, including me.
"Why? You're going to be in serious trouble otherwise, just hand them over."
"I want to be able to go to school." He says, I think I understand, so I nod and turn to the officer,
"Could you tell me where the nearest garage is?" I say awkwardly, looking at my smoking limo.