Atemu moodily stared through the window of the plane he was on, on his way to his father and to Japan. Japan which he had never been to, the language which he didn't know. Seemed his mother and old man had forgotten that little detail either that or they just didn't care. He had been tempted to just skip getting on the next plane when he had to switch flights to get to his destination and just catch another one back to Egypt.. But then he remembered that his father would be waiting for him in Japan and if he didn't show up then the man would call the teen's mother and they would both start searching for him. If they didn't find him after a bit the fuzz would be called and a missing person's report filed which would then start the investigations and search and when they did they would find him high as a kite and he would be thrown in jail or worse, prison.
Knowing that was what made him get on this stupid plane, but deep down he knew he had gotten lucky. His mother could have turned him over to the authorities after speaking to his dad about it as the woman was at her wits end with him, but instead they agreed for him to move to Japan with his father and grandfather where his dad would keep a very watchful eye on him. Yeah, he'd definitely gotten lucky all things considered, but that didn't mean he had to like it. The detoxing that was coming was going to suck.
It wasn't as simple as going without the next high that would be mentally challeging as it was, but he would be experiencing fits, upset stomach, fever, headaches, shakes, and fluctuating moods just to name a few as the toxins of the drugs he had partaken of for so long began to leave his system. The cravings would be pure torture on their own without those other nasty side effects to go along with them and he wouldn't be banging anyone for a while either meaning his body would crave that as well. Oh yes, pure torture was what awaited him and only that thrill of the drug and a slutty girl or guy offering to spread their legs for him would give him mercy.
Sex was also a thing he'd have to go without, his father would make sure of that and even go as far as getting the school staff to watch him while he was there. So it wasn't as simple as sneaking off with some unsuspecting girl or guy he made false promises to or that craved that sexual euphoria like he did. He doubted he'd even be given the pleasure of his hand so he was facing some serious times of blue testies and hard agony with no outlet.
Hah! His parents told him that it was for the best and he'd feel better than ever once everything was out of his system. He had felt just fine when he was shooting up, popping, or snorting, having a new lay every night. But they had convinced themselves that his health was rapidly deteriorating and that he needed their brand of help which as he had thought before would be sheer torture on him. Really why were they making such an enourmous ocean from a puddle of water? They were trying to kill him he was sure, he'd never felt better than when he was high. Sure going after the next fix so often made a huge dent in his wallet and made him lose his job, but screw it. His old boss was just a dick anyway and spending the money was worth it for the feeling that came with his fix.
He didn't even have his stash anymore, his mother had been sobbing her eyes out as she flushed every bit of it down the toilet, literally as he beat on the bathroom door and pleaded with her not to. Then as he stood there devastated and more than a little angry she had sworn that she only did it because she loved him. Yeah right, if she loved him so much then she wouldn't have done that to him. Or she would have let him go see his dealer before they went to the airport so that he could get more with the little money he had left from dealing himself. He'd even told her he was going to go say goodbye to his old friends Mahad and Mana just so she wouldn't get upset again. But no, even that was out of the question as she saw through his lie and it only made her cry again. Really! That stupid woman cried too much and made a scene over the simplest little things.
Anyway from there he was forced to call his dad and tell him they were about to head to the airport and was made to hand over his cellphone to his still too emotional mother then drove to the airport where his mother had proceeded to nearly squish him with her hugs and kept repeating they were doing it for him and that it was the right thing to do. Seemed to him that she was trying to convince herself more than she was him though, but after days of arguing and making false promises that he would stop he didn't see the point anymore and walked through the terminal to board the plane with the simple reply of "sure". And if he wasn't embarrassed enough and his pride didn't have a big enough blow to it, her yelling "Mommy loves you!" after him completely obliterated it. She couldn't even let him have his dignity.
If that wasn't bad enough he was sat next to the most nosey people the world had ever homed who asked question after question and even after his prolonged ignoring of the men continued to try to make small talk until finally he got fed up and promptly told him to shut up. It was the same on this plane, only this time, thirty minutes in, Atemu had lost his temper again and the shocked man finally kept quiet and pulled out a book to read instead of annoying him. Then a woman in front of him stuck her two cents into it and proceeded to act like his mother by lecturing him about rude behavior until finally he'd had enough and turned on his MP3 player, moodily sticking his ear buds into his ears and turned his angry gaze to the window beside him.
The woman finally got the hint an hour later and finally left him alone, but he caught the words "stupid kids these days are so rude and think they know everything" as the song he was listening to came to an end and there was a small delay for the next one. That comment had made him glare at the back of her seat, but he hadn't said anything lest he make her start in again.
Finally after a sixteen hour trip including a three hour layover in in Abu Dahli where he'd allowed himself a short nap before his next flight, the pilot finally came over the intercom and told them to sit down, fasten seatbelts, yada, yada, yada as they were about to come in for a landing at Tokyo International airport. Good he was tired of being on this flying piece of scrap metal anyway and would be taking advantage of a bed once at his father and grandfather's pad once they got to the house. Now if only he could survive the car ride there.
Atemu knew he didn't look like much in baggy jeans, simple sneakers, and a hoodie as he stepped into the airport and grabbed his bags, but did people really have to point and stare?
Hadn't his pride already suffered enough?
Apparently not since the stares and pointing turned into snickers and giggles as he moodily walked away from the baggage claim and started to reluctantly scan the crowd for his father. He knew the older Egyptian man knew that he was there, he'd been told before he left that his flight would be monitored by computer courtesy of his cousin, Seto Kaiba.
Really, didn't a millionaire have better uses of his time?
Hadn't he said something before of building an amusement park or something like that before?
And what kind of weird fetish did that guy have with the Blue Eyes White Dragon anyway?
Did he jerk off with that card in his hand? Atemu wouldn't be surprised, sickened definitely, but not surprised by any means. The guy had a Blue Eyes White Dragon jet of all things! Tax payer dollars at work ladies and gentlemen. Sure, he was a fan of some things too, but geez what Kaiba was doing was a bit overboard.
Still, he had to admit, weird fetish aside that he respected the guy at least in some ways. He had after all turned a company for weapons and war heads into a gaming and other hobbies company instead. He'd had to work his ass off to do it too and have the guts to go up against his adoptive father. And that alone took some balls, that guy had scared even him when he was a kid. Kaiba though... He didn't back down, Atemu could respect that at least.
But still, did he have to give the means to track him like an animal?
"Atemu!"
Ah, speak of the devil and he shall appear.
The teen turned toward his father and watched as the man rushed through the crowd to get to him, making Atemu's eyes grow a fraction at the scene his father was making. Long graying hair flew around him, shirt and pants both rumpled as if he had slept in them then raced out the door without changing. Come to think of it, that could be the case, there was a seven hour difference between Egypt and Japan that Atemu hadn't made the effort to remember until now. So...it was approximately seven in the evening in Egypt right now meaning it was about two in the morning here. Ah, who cared it was his parents stupid idea to make him come here anyway.
"Dad," he greeted plainly, glaring at the man as he came to a stop in front of him. He wasn't going to pretend he liked this arrangement.
Aknamkanon Sennen panted softly as he came to a stop in front of his son after having rushed to get out the door and the airport on time to pick him up and to keep the teen from running off somewhere as he was sure had at least crossed the teen's mind a time or two. Just because Japan was unfamiliar to the teen didn't mean anything for someone that was having the troubles he was and the man was sure that if having the chance that Atemu would make a break for it. He'd made it no secret that he hadn't wanted to come after all and it was given more merit with the way his son glared at him now, scarlet gaze hard and cold, mouth curved into a scowl.
"Son, you know your mother and I love you. We had no choice.." he told the boy with a sigh.
He watched as Atemu rolled his eyes with a sigh of his own and looked away from him, folding his arms and felt a sting in his heart. His little man had truly changed more than simple words or imagination could put together. The boy that used to light up like Ra shining through him just from seeing his father wasn't there and instead there was a troubled teen hooked on illegal substances looking as if he'd rather be in hell than here with him.
"Yeah, sure. Look can we just go? I'm tired," Atemu replied, his tone having an obvious bite in it.
Aknamkanon sighed again and was tempted to wrap his boy up in a hug, but knew the teen wouldn't appreciate the affectionate gesture in public so he nodded instead and took one of his son's bags himself before leading the way to his car waiting outside. He truly thought that this would be a good experience for his son though, a fresh start. Japan still had drugs and other illegal activities sure, but not nearly as heard of as in Egypt right now and besides he and his father would be keeping a very careful eye on Atemu until the boy was clean again and they felt they could trust him to go out unsupervised. Soon, after all the drugs had left the boy's system he would see and he would understand why he and Amara had done this. Then maybe their old son would be back, the happy kid they once knew who loved games and his family and friends.
AC: Hello all, I'm back with a new one~ But don't worry, my other works haven't been forgotten and will be updated as soon as possible. But this idea has been in my mind for a long time and this entire story will be dedicated to my sister by heart, Amanda. Its based from one of our old rp's that had simply been too good not to write. There has been and will be some changes mind you for plot sake, but is based entirely on that AU rp which we did.
Disclaimer: I don't own em.
