Mozart's Requiem sang softly along with the turning of pages and faint breathing. A camera in the corner of the study peering intently at a child watching him, binding him. The boy would look away from the books occasionally to take notes. This went on for hours. Eventually the door at the end of the room burst open. A tall, sharply dressed man walked in. His leather shoes echoing on the hard wood floors as he briskly approached the mahogany desk the boy was seated in. He stopped in front of it, a cold and uncaring look on his face. The boy closed the book and carefully placed it to the left. He looked up and mirrored the older man's expression. "Father." The boy started.
Beer stained the carpets, its smell turned the air. A small television flashing in the darkness hummed wight noise through the dirty apartment. In one of the rooms a child sat alone on his bed staring at the ceiling. His eyes were sad. Every once in a while he would close them and his body would shake, he warped his arms around himself tightly trying to hold back a sob that begged to be freed. This went on for hours. Eventually the front door of the apartment burst open and hit the wall. A fat, filthy dressed man stumbled in. His shoulders knocked down a lamp as he carelessly walked to a torn couch in the living room. The disgusting man landed on it with a grunt, he belched and took one last swig of a bottle of booze he held loosely in his hand before he passed out, dropping it on the floor. The boy got up and opened his bedroom door. He walked into the living room and stared at the man sleeping on the couch. A tear escaped one of the boys eyes. "Daddy?" he whispered softly.
A window shattered on one of the highest floors of a tall skyscraper. The older man falling to his death to his death looked into the cold blue eyes of his murder. The young man smirked darkly as he watched the man hit the pavement. "Goodbye, Father." he chuckled.
A teenager ran out the door of a filthy apartment. A bottle fallowed him and crashed by his feet. A drunken man violently yelled at him from the door way of the building; slurring a string of curses. The teen stopped at the end of the stairs and looked up at the drunken man. The man glared at the warm golden eyes of the teen before slamming the door shut. The teen walked away slowly. He studied the cracks in the side walk and sighed. Glancing back with a sad smile on his face he said, "Bye Dad."
Seto Kaiba did not have any tolerance for stupid. He did attempt to ignore it, though sometimes he would take it upon himself to completely crush it. He found this quite pleasing actually. Making the confident eyes of those foolish enough to oppose him lose there luster, it his one of his favorite pass times. But, there is always this one idiot. This one completely ignorant fool that simply would not break. So unbelievably durable. Hate. So much hate. Seto tried again and again to ignore the one fool. He forgot his name. He belittled him. Put him in his place. But still, on occasion, that idiot mutt managed to get Seto to lose his self control. To be forced to endure the head pain that is Joey Wheeler.
Joey Wheeler could not stand assholes. He did attempt to ignore them, though sometimes he made it his responsibility to take them down a notch. He found this to be liberating actually. Beating them down, making them realize that the world does not belong to them, it was something he did on a daily basis. But, there is always this one ASS. The one completely stuck up son of a bitch that would never let up. Such an unbelievable prick. Hate. Such ungodly hate. He tried again and again to ignore the ASSSSS. He told him off. He stood up to him. He tried to put him in his place. But still, on occasion, that rich bastard somehow managed to make Joey lose his cool. To be forced to endure the douche bagery that is Seto Kaiba.
"I see, so it must be that you take pleasure in being totally useless?" Seto sneered. "No. Ass. Some people are not made of perfect." Joey grunted back, his fist clenched tightly. "Obviously." Seto answered looking Wheeler up and down in mock disappointment . Joey had received yet another "F" on his quiz and god forbid that the high and mighty Money Bags missed a chance to goad. "So, how many failures does that make this semester? I counted ten." Seto smirked. Joey sighed rolling his gold eyes, turning away to look out the window "Shit, just shut up and mind your own business you prick." . He heard Seto give a low condescending chuckle behind him. Why? Why was I cursed with having to take a the pill known as Seto Kaiba every day? Joey contemplated remorsefully. Soon the lunch bell rang and class came to an end. Thankfully this was the only class he and Seto shared.
Joey walked down the schools halls to the bathroom. He needed to piss. He pulled his pants down at the urinal and moaned. He had been holding that in all day, no teachers would let Joey go to the bathroom during class anymore since "Incident no. 3". He flushed when he was done with his business and went to wash his hands. Looking in the mirror he attempted to fix his fuzzy blond hair with water. So unmanageable. He walked out of the bathroom to get lunch after running his fingers through the blond locks a few more times.
The cafeteria was full of the chatter of students. The facility smelled like pasta. It was spaghetti Tuesday again. Joey grabbed a tray and held it to the lunch lady. She dumped a helping of the pasta on to it. It looked half decent actually. Grabbing a milk, Joey turned away and looked for where his friends were siting. They were on the other side of the cafeteria. He smiled and walked toward them, not paying any mind to his surroundings. Bash! Joey ran into something like a wall, his food spewing forward on to it. The hole cafeteria was suddenly completely quiet. Joey moaned at the loss of his lunch. Looking up he meet a set of unreadable cold blue eyes. Shit. It was Seto Fucking Kaiba. Joey looked him up and down seeing the accusing red stain on the others uniform. Shit. The blond felt Seto grab him by the hem of his shirt, lifting him a foot off the ground. Joey studied the others face. Ya, Seto was pissed. Really fucking pissed. "Uhhh... Its not that bad, the color really complements your eyes." Joey murmured, attempting to fix the situation. Seto's left eye twitched a little. Shit. He is going to kill me today. I am going to die today. Fuck. Shit. Joey slowly lifted the milk box in his hand and brought it to Seto's face then squeezed. It burst. Seto grunted painfully and rubbed his eyes with his hands, dropping the blond in the process. Joey scrambled up and quickly rushed out of the cafeteria.
Deceitfully calm Seto slowly wiped the last of the milk from his face. He ran his fingers through his brown locks once and opened his icy blue eyes. He glared at the swinging cafeteria doors. Only two seconds later did he take off in a rage after the unfortunate blond. Duke had watched the scene from the beginning and soon burst out laughing, destroying the unusual quiet of the cafeteria. The rest of Yugi's gang gawked at him. "What?" he asked.
Run-run-run-run-run. Were the only words going though Joeys mind at the moment. "WHEELER!" Joey turned his head to at the very pissed off yell located at the other end of the hallway. Joey's eyes widened and he ran faster. Shit-shit-shit-shit-shit replaced the words going through his head. Joey made a sharp U-turn and fled into an empty classroom.
Joey locked the door behind him, Fanatically he looked for a way to escape. He opened the classroom window. He was on the third floor. Ok, thats not an option. Boom! Joey turned to see Seto had Kicked the door down. There was an evil smile gracing the young CEO's face. The blond backed up into a desk. "Ya know. Milk is good for the skin right?" Joey said laughing nervously. Kaiba's eyes only darkened, taking a slow step forward. Oh hell... Joey thought. The young CEO took another slow step. Joey tossed a desk. Bam. Seto punched it in half. Oh hell! Joey's mind repeated. And then a sharp whistle rang loudly through the room. The boys turned to see the P.E. Teacher standing at the entrance in all his glory. "Principals office boys, come on you know the drill." he ordered. Joey let out a relived sigh placing his hand on his quickly beating heart. Seto Grunted and fallowed the man out of the room.
Seto and Joey stood in front of the door marked "PRINCIPAL" Seto walked in first. Joey turned to the P.E teacher and smiled gratefully. "Thank you, thank you so much for saving the only life I have Sir." the blond said. The teacher smacked the boy on the back of the head and shoved him into the office. "Idiot." the man mumbled.
The office was... stuffy. The boys sat silently in the familiar chairs at the front of the principals desk. The principal looked at the two boys before him and let out a deep, depressing sigh. "It is always a pleasure to see such fine young gentlemen in my office." he commented. "Wow. Thank you, it is nice to see you again too Mr. Principal." Joey answered smiling. Seto rolled his eyes, "Retard." Joey glared at the the blue eyes next to him. "Now then. Lets get down to business boys." the man began, looking over a report. "It seems we were lucky this time, only a desk was destroyed..." Seto smirked, looked at Joey and mouthed "lucky for you". The blond childishly stuck his tongue out. "Now then.." the principal continued, "as for both your punishments.." Seto smiled, lacing his fingers on his lap. "Sir, you do not actually expect me to accept any responsibility. Do You?" The principal stared disdainfully at the blue eyed teen. The man brought his hand to his forehead and rubbed its temple. "God, Mr. Kaiba, do you really have to be like this after every "incident" you and Mr. Wheeler cause in my school? You do realize you have broken quite a few school rules right?" The CEO cackled. "My affluence makes nonsense of the regulations."
Joey glared at the teen next to him, he punched the others arm as hard as he could. Seto grunted and returned the punch much harder. "Aww shit, that hurt you ass hole." the blond wined, rubbing his sore arm. "Try hitting me again, I dare you to, you filthy dog." "You would want that you bastard, might knock that stick out shoved far and deep in your ass!" Seto got up and shoved his chair across the room, Joey did the same. They lunged forward... BAM! They froze and looked at the principal. The man had hit his desk rather hard. "YOU TWO...YOU TWO...YOU..YOU.." the man let out an angry breath, calming down. "Out. Just out. Go. No, no questions just leave for the day. I can not take it, not today. I am done, go." the boys looked at the man then broke apart. Walked out the door and did not look back. "So how many times do you think we ended up here this week because of you Money Bags? I counted ten." The mutt then received yet another painful bash to the arm.
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AUTHORS NOTE: I own nothing of Yugioh.
Yes, well then. As you can see I am quite the Yugioh Abridged fan. Also feel free to flame. Why? Because your opinions do not mean a damn thing to me. I do not really know where this story is going, so feel free to give me some ideas. This will be a yaoi eventually, later, somewhere. So yea run and scream "ooohh nooo. Boyz kissing Boyz!" And if you do not like my writing style then feel free to write it better, I would love that. I am a reader not a writer.
Things to know:
~ I am lazy, do not get your hopes up.
~ I do not use the Japanese names because they are long and hard to spell. So fuck off.
~ I want people to write better JoeyxKaiba please, I am sick of people making crap (not that I did better, but that's beside the point). Jou is not a blushing girl of a man. And Seto dose not use the word "Puppy" all the damn time. I am sure of this.
~ Go write some moar Season 0 Yugioh you villainous curs. I swear I have only found 2 fics so far on that.
~ Green haired Seto is sexy.
()()()()()-Thanks for reading, now go play a card game.