Yo peoples!
I've come with the gift of another one of my fanfics
If this is the first of mine that you have read
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I would hate it ever so much if you were to miss any of them
Seto: what a load of crock! You just want to up your stats you greedy little bitch!
/sigh/ go away…
Seto/disappears in a fit of flames/
There, I showed him…..
Anyway!
Time to go on with "Shall We Dance"
Seto sighed as he trudged into hell, I mean, school. His briefcase in hand, he entered with his normal (if you could call it that) regal attitude. He just had the worst feeling that today would go horribly wrong for some reason. He headed off to his first period early as usual so as to catch up with his company stats and possibly have an early teleconference with an associate of his. The bell rang for first period to begin.
"Good morning, class." The teacher said in English. The rest of the class was completely dumbfounded except for our favorite CEO.
"Good morning, Mrs. Minagawa. My, you look tired. Did you stay up all night grading papers again?" Seto responded. The class didn't even bother to stare because they all knew and hated the fact that Seto was fluent in not only English, but French, Spanish, Italian, German, Portuguese, and all dialects of Chinese (Mandarin, Wu, Cantonese, etc).
"I should ask you the same question. Poor boy, you have such dark rings under your eyes…Well anyway class, get out your workbooks and turn to page 162. I want you to do…"
The class groaned in unison at the long list of exercises that must be completed by the end of the class period on top of taking notes and having a shit-load of homework.
First, second, third, fourth, and fifth period went by smoothly for Seto. It was his typical day. Balancing business on top of school and more business on top of that. That and getting his nerves grated on by the "geek squad minus Joey" that first half of the day. The reason of Joey not being there being that Joey always skipped the first half of the day doing god-knows-what. At the arcade, gang-fighting, or drug trafficking, Seto didn't really care.
Then came ancient history. Joey always attended ancient history class. It was his favorite subject. But for some reason, today wasn't right. He realized this half-way through the class. Joey wasn't there. That was definitely strange. He was always always always present for history class. This irked Seto even further as his intuitive nature played every string of his that it could touch. Why wasn't Joey in class/grr…I MUST find out what bothers me! Dammit! The mutt even bothers me when he isn't even here/
Seto's dummy beeper went off as he had set it. If he ever felt like skipping out, he would just press a button on his watch and it would go off. "Tanaka-sensei, may I please be excused? It's urgent business. If I am not back, then could you please tell the other teachers I won't be attending?"
"Yes of course, Seto. Go on."
Seto took up his briefcase and walked out of the room. He kept his eyes peeled for the blond in question in case he saw Joey in the halls. In fact, he thought he saw something catch his eye.
"Hmm…" Seto mused. "could be…"
He took off in the direction that took his interest and briskly pursued who he thought was Joey in the halls. But the figure disappeared and Seto lost him. "Shit…" he cursed to himself. Seto wandered the halls a little while longer and finally decided to look in one of the bathrooms he had come across. His suspicions were confirmed as he definetly heard Joey's voice in the bathroom. But he wasn't talking to anybody. It seemed as though he were talking to himself. Then Seto noticed a broken tone in the mutt's voice. It sounded pleading, begging, crying… Seto decided to listen in.
"God, what have I done wrong? I'm sorry I don't go to school or visit my sister as often as I should but you know I can't sometimes! I try my absolute hardest to get my grades up. You watch me every day. What have I done to deserve this punishment?" Joey's prayers were cut short by a stinging in left side. "Aah! Oww… note to self: don't touch."
"Don't touch what, might I ask, Wheeler?" Seto barged in.
Joey recoiled at the sound of those icy words. "Why is it any of your business!"
Seto noticed the acid in Joey's tone. His eyes burned with a angry fire that Seto had never witnessed before except when…
…And then it hit him! He had that kind of fire in his eyes once, when his father used to…hit…him… "Oh my God. No… that can't be."
"What?" Joey demanded.
"Your father beats you, doesn't he? Hmm? That would certainly explain why you are always this late…for…" Seto stopped in mid sentence to marvel at this sight before him. Joey was on his knees and crying. It looked as if crying in front his enemy wasn't a problem anymore, as if nothing mattered anymore.
"What would you know about it! How could you possibly understand? You think you're so smart and can solve everyone's problems like its your business! Why don't you just LEAVE ME ALONE! You bastard…" Joey shouted as he wept.
Seto turned around and took off his school jacket and threw it to the corner. "I don't think I understand…"
"What are you doing?" Joey asked.
Seto began to unbutton his blouse.
"Wh-what are you doing? Answer me, dammit!" Joey asked again
When Seto had finished undoing his shirt, he took it off half-way, holding it just at his waist. "I know I understand," He finished.
Joey gaped at the sight before him. Seto's back was covered in scars. Whip marks he could identify from experience.
"My step-father gave me these to force me to study all hours of the day. But I am most sure that your scars are far worse than mine physically. But the mental scars he placed in me are too great for numbers. Now do you wonder why everyone in the whole damn country thinks of me as a cold, greedy bastard?" Seto spoke in a calm and even tone as he took up his shirt once more and began to re-button it.
Joey began to cry once more.
Seto sighed inwardly at the broken mess before him that was once a tenacious stray. The thing, Seto then realized, was that he truly was a mutt. A stray dog, just waiting to be found. He then groaned aloud and knelt down beside the mutt. "Come on, Wheeler. I'm going to get you out of here. I want you in my car in fifteen minutes. You have that long or I am leaving without you. I won't let you go home to those scars tonight. I know them too well. Come on, up."
"S-sure. I'll go with you. I'll go." Joey said as he tried to regain what little composure he had as he wiped his eyes and grabbed his book bag and followed Seto outside to the car.
Once they got inside, Seto started the car and drove away from their school. They had been driving for about five minutes when Joey asked, "What made you want to help me? You hate me."
"There's a difference between 'hate' and 'annoyance.' You just bother me too much."
"But why did you help me? You're avoiding my question."
Seto felt his stomach getting upset as he was about to tell Joey a secret that not many people know. "It was about two years ago when I was at a coffee shop across town. I was doing my work when a grungy looking teen not too much younger than me came in. I remember it perfectly. He had ordered some cocoa and a cookie and sat down. I notice immediately that he had a black eye among other bruises on his body. But I-I brushed it off as nothing at all and went back to work…" Seto took time to pause and gather himself before starting again.
"Is that it?" Joey asked.
"No. at least I thought it was after that. About two weeks later, I had decided to walk from the coffee shop to work that day and I stopped by a local newsstand and bought a newspaper. I dropped though. And as if guided by the Fates, the wind blew it to a picture. That same kid's picture. It was in the obituaries. I felt horrible for weeks until I did something about it. I found out as much about this kid as possible. Now I am still in contact with probably the only one in his family who ever cared about him. I keep the clipping of Brian's picture and his aunt I visit his grave on his birthday, every August 24. I try to keep his memory alive in order to repent for not helping him or at least showing him a sign that someone in this world cared. So you can call it pity or redemption or whatever, I don't care."
"You really can be a kind person, Kaiba."
"Thanks, Wheeler."
They rode in the car in silence the rest of the way to the mansion.
"Okay, Wheeler. We're here. Now get up. Wheeler?" Seto noticed something very wrong with Joey. Not only was he not waking up but…he was bleeding!
Seto carefully took Joey up and ran into the house. "MOKUBA! Call Ellen! I need help over here!" he shouted as he kicked down the door.
Yes, Seto had officially confirmed it. Today most assuredly went terribly, horribly wrong…
/sings to herself/ yatto tadoritsuita ai, nigirishime chiisa na nemuri ni yasuragu hito (Moon Revenge)
well that could have been better
but what the hell?
Its late where I am
And I'm fucking tired
Plus I got weekend homework to do tomorrow
So I have no time to appease you people then
If all goes right, ima go see 'lord of war'
YESH!
That and a really nice senior might ask me to the next dance…..
Eeeee