This is the story that Makoto-Elena requested after winning my contest in 'The Bet'. I hope you like it!!!!
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"Jou, come on! We're going to be late!" Yugi looked nervously down the hallway as Jou sped up to join him.
"Wouldn't be the first time," Jou muttered, grinning. Yugi glared at him. "Don't worry, Yug. The teach doesn't mind if I'm late. You'll be fine."
Yugi frowned. He knew the real reason their gym teacher let Jou come to class late was because the blonde ran errands and did favors for him 3 days a week. Jou gladly helped out; it gave him time to shower alone before as well as after class. Jou didn't want anyone to know his father beat him; Yugi knew only because he was a close friend.
"Jou!" Yugi insisted. "Come on! I promised Yami I wouldn't be late to another class this year!"
"Go on, Yug," Jou said. "I'll catch up wit' ya later." Yugi smiled and gladly took off down the hallway.
"I thought dogs needed their master's permission before they skipped obedience school."
Jou turned to see the tall, dark, sexy figure that made up Seto Kaiba. Yeah, you read that right. Sexy. Ever since the Battle City tournament, Jou had developed a major crush on the young CEO.
"Shut up, Kaiba," Jou growled, trying to walk past the brunette. "I'm not in the mood for any of your fuckin' games."
Seto grabbed Jou's collar, pushing him back against a wall. "I don't think I ever gave you permission to leave, mutt," he hissed, using his forearm to keep Jou's back against the wall.
Jou hissed in pain, closing his eyes tightly. Seto's arm was pressing harshly into one of his newer bruises just under his collarbone. The brunette noticed his pained expression and he let up on the blonde. Jou rubbed his chest where Seto had pushed, growling as he headed down the hallway. Seto wanted to know what was hurting Jou and he was determined to find out.
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With his driver being sick and it was the last day of school, Seto opted out of driving back to the mansion he and Mokuba shared. He decided to walk home.
"Get the fuck out of my house, you little faggot!"
Seto looked over at the dingy apartment building he was passing and saw a familiar blonde teenager running down the stairs, a broken bottle flying past him and shattering against the wall. "You show your face 'round here, faggot, and I'll fuckin' kill you!"
Seto growled softly as a bottle connected with Jou's shoulder, sending the blonde to his knees as blood seeped through the back of his T-shirt. How dare someone hurt his puppy! Wait, since when did he consider that mutt his? Whatever he felt, he pushed those thoughts away and walked calmly over to the teenager huddled quietly in a corner, his hand clutching his bleeding shoulder.
"W-What're ya doin' here?" Jou growled, trying not to pass out from the pain. He failed. Seto caught him as he keeled over, gently picking him up bridal-style. The brunette made sure to keep an eye on the blonde's injured shoulder as he pushed open the door to his mansion, kicking it shut behind him.
Mokuba must be at a friend's, Seto thought when a familiar black-haired blur didn't come running up to him. The brunette walked quickly up to his room, laying the blonde down on his stomach on the bed. He cut open the blonde's thin T-shirt, looking at the full extent of damage done. Bruises mottled his skin, a few shards of glass were still in his cut, several scars wove their way across his back and chest, and upon turning him over, Seto could clearly see his ribs. Seto's gaze hardened as he saw the condition Jou was in. He turned him back over on his stomach and walked into the bathroom to gather the necessary tools.
A few minutes later, Seto sat beside Jou with tweezers, a small bowl, disinfectant, and a roll of bandages. He pulled the small shards of leftover glass from the cut, setting them in the bowl. Disinfectant was gently rubbed over the cut and bandages were wound tightly around Jou's shoulder. Seto debated taking Jou into another bedroom or calling Yugi, but he decided that his bed was big enough for two. He changed into his blue pajama pants, maneuvering the blonde under the blankets before falling asleep.
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Ugh…my shoulder's killin' me…
Jou moved an arm over his eyes as a new wave of pain washed over him. He froze, noticing his surroundings. He shot up, ignoring a new spike of pain. Where am I? he thought, looking around. Looks like Kaiba's place…but why am I in his room?! Jou wanted answers and he wanted them now. He slipped on the blue button-up shirt lying next to him, not bothering to button it up, and returned out of Seto's room. He walked around for a few minutes without finding a way downstairs. "How the hell am I supposed to get downstairs?!" he yelled.
"You could ask."
The familiar icy voice hit Jou like a snowball had just been shoved down his shirt. He spun around to see Seto standing behind him in a tight black turtleneck and a pair of black jeans with white socks. "Kaiba," Jou growled, "why am I here and why was I in your bed?"
"You were bleeding, mutt," Seto replied, crossing his arms. "I wasn't going to let you lie there in the dark. You were in my bed because I didn't want to move you."
"Fuck you," Jou growled.
"You don't have the pleasure, mutt," Seto said, smirking at the shocked look on Jou's face.
"I don't have time for this shit," Jou muttered, turning on his heel. "I'm getting' out of here."
"And go where?" Seto asked, stopping the blonde in his tracks. "Your father will kill you if you go back home. You have no choice but to stay here with me and Mokuba."
Jou wanted to yell at the brunette more, but his stupid crush got in the way. "Fine," he mumbled, bowing his head in defeat. "Where's my room?"
Seto smirked at the defeated blonde in front of him. "I'll show you later," he replied. "First, we need you to eat. Follow me."
"I'm not hungry," Jou said as the brunette started to walk away.
"Mutt, I can see your ribs when you breathe," Seto said, looking back over his shoulder. "You need food. Come. With. Me." Jou still didn't move, so Seto grabbed his hand, dragging the boy behind him as he headed downstairs.
All Jou could think of the whole time he was walking was, He's holding my hand!
Seto led the blonde into the kitchen, opening the side door that led to their pantry. "You can have anything you want in there," he said, noticing the blonde's look of complete amazement.
"This is about the size of my apartment!" Jou muttered, looking around for something to eat. He looked up and spotted something he wanted on the top shelf. Double-Stuf Oreos. "Jackpot!" Jou reached up, but he was still a good 5 or 6 inches away from his goal. Frowning, he put one foot on a low shelf, raising himself up but he was still at least 2 inches away. Suddenly, the Oreos were taken down from the shelf. Jou hopped off the shelf and saw Seto holding his prized cookies.
"Is this what you wanted, mutt?" he asked, holding out the package. Jou nodded. "Well, until you eat something that counts as real food and not junk food or sweets, you're not getting them." He set them in an even higher cabinet, opening the freezer and holding out a pizza. "Eat. If you need me, just come find me." And with that, Seto left Jou alone in the kitchen holding a frozen pizza in one hand.
Seto walked out to the foyer and headed into his office, sitting down at his desk as his computer automatically started up. He didn't know why he was helping that mutt, but something in him just couldn't say no to him.