A/N: Another School enduced thing. This time however it started in English, went to Physics, carried into study hall and ended in Algebra. So ya. Anyway As you can see this, as of now, has no title. If, after reading it, you think you have an idea please tell me. I may or may not use it but that doesn't mean i won't appreciate it. Anyway i guess to really get the story you'll have to read but basically the first chapter is from Joey's POV, the second Kaiba's , and the third is from both but its still first. And if you don't get that you will when you read it. So ya enjoy and don't forget to review.
Ever seen...
How many times a week do you see blood? Is it as many times as I do? I bet not. Ya I know is may sound weird but its probably true. See living at home with my dad has its disadvantages. Actually everything's a disadvantage. I'm the one who pays the bills, I get the food, and I'm the one who suffers. Dad may think he does but what he does to me is worse. I'm constantly being pushed around. Yesterday he kicked me in the gut. Coughed up blood but no big. Like I said I see it daily. Most of the time he's chucking the beer bottle that littler the shit whole we live in at me. They'll hit, break skin when they shatter, and draw, what do you know, more blood. I've actually become pretty good at knowing how to set bones, clean and stitch stab wounds, pull glass out of my skin, deal with any kind of burn, and I've even had to deal with a compound fracture. Let me tell you that one sucked. Big time. I've also learned how to do things such as walk with out a limp and put make up on to cover burns. This is why I don't let Serenity come visit. She doesn't need to be put through it. And it's also why I hate Kaiba.
Well actually hate him because I envy him. Pretty weird right? I mean he has it easy. Lots of Money, a nice house, a sibling he sees daily, and he's smart. What I would kill to have brains like that. Did you know the guy can speak 7 different languages? There's Chinese, Japanese, English, Spanish, French, Italian, and German. I can barley learn English let alone all the others. I can't even beat him in a fight. So much for all those years in a gang. This in itself is another form of blood. At least to me it is. See blood usually means that you're hurt and if you're hurt you're in pain. Well envy is a pain and one I live with more than the pain from my old man's beatings.
So, ever seen as much blood as I have? I bet anything the answer is no.
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