Hello
puppets… no I think of you all as wonderful individuals with
minds of your own… XP love to you! I really hope you read and
review and enjoy and love and comment and are amazed by this
chapter. Warnings
are: there is some cursing and hurting… not violence, but
hurting… oh and run on sentences. I love those things; I'm
addicted to run on sentences. That's it. Disclaimer
for you all, just so you know, I own nothing but some, mind you,
some, of the ideas in this story, no characters, no OCs, and not
the entire plot, Remo-con owns some of it, can't take all the
credit. Do enjoy the show kiddies, even though
some of you are older then me…
Chapter 2
But at that moment Kaiba started the motorcycle and sped off.
"Kaiba- stop! Slow down! There's ice on the road! Kaibaaaaaaaaa!"
Joey's side
As they continued to speed down the icy street, full of Joey's pleas for Kaiba to slow down, Joey couldn't help but remember why he disliked riding on motorcycles.
"Wow Tris, this is amazing!" Joey said in awe at the new Harly Davidson that Tristan drove up in. Joey was expecting that old rundown car the Honda normally drove.
"You like it?" Tristan asked very proud of himself. "Saved up for ages till I had enough for the down payment, then I sold my old car for extra cash for gas for it. Really nice isn't it?"
"I've never been on one of these before. Really is a hotrod huh?" Joey smiled at his best friend.
"Well gawking isn't getting us to the arcade any sooner now is it?" Tristan threw Joey a helmet and gestured for him to get on the back. Now most would find this is a strange idea, what would that look like? But they were so good of friends that the idea was no less strange then Joey asking for food from all his friends after he finished his lunch.
So Joey caught the helmet and got on the back, it was much more spacious then at first glance for Joey had lots of room between himself and Tristan, but that didn't matter for as soon as Tristan thought Joey was holding on and safe enough, in other words barely safe at all, he started the bike up and was off in a flash with Joey screaming just like he was with Kaiba right now.
Now this didn't start Joey's
fear of riding motorcycles, no, it was the fact that Tristan's
speed and the similarly icy streets caused Tristan to lose control
almost instantly and they both were thrown off the vehicle onto
the snow. They weren't hurt, except for innumerable bruises,
Tristan's irreversibly damaged ego, and Joey's faith in
Tristan's driving abilities never quite recovered.
Just to say, he never did that again.
That incident was the cause of Joey's slight fear of riding motorcycles. He still loved to look at them though.
After Joey finished his pleas for Kaiba to slow, screaming Kaiba's name continuously, he felt a bit more confident and stopped his pleas. Kaiba, being the smart, rational, confident, young men he is, sped up about 10 more mph (16 kph). This caused Joey to become even more scared and cling as tight as he could to Kaiba's back as humanly possible.
All he could think about was how scared he was, and (in the back of his mind) how much he was going to kill Kaiba when they finally stopped, but after a while, he started to calm down, and took a deep breathe. A lovely smell assaulted his nostrils; it smelt like some kind of expensive cologne. Joey opened his eyes, feeling much more comfortable, though not letting up his grip on Kaiba in the least. He may have even heard the sound of ribs cracking as he clung more tightly once he saw how fast everything was flying by them, trees, people, buildings, even other cars on the road.
'Oh man, this isn't good… I can't do anything though, right?' Joey's mind tried to reason. 'Come on try to think of something else to help relax.' The only thing Joey could think of was how Kaiba got him into this.
'Man I don't know how anyone could like a guy like Kaiba. He has all those fawning girls that only want him for his money and power. Well I could think of lots of people who would want someone like that… They would skin me alive if they found out I was this close to "their" Kaiba…' Joey looked up at the back of Kaiba's helmet, with much difficulty considering how close they were. Joey then realized just that.
'Shit, I was so scared I got this close to the guy!' Joey thought in disgust and suddenly let go of Kaiba's waist, obviously without any thought about the consciences. This must have startled Kaiba and he suddenly swerved, nearly hitting a car, but caught himself and narrowly missed it, which caused Joey to once again cling to Kaiba tighter then ever.
"Dammit, Kaiba,"
Joey yelled, finding his voice again.
"Pay
attention to the road! Who was stupid enough to give you a
license,
anyway?"
Seto's side
Kaiba just had to laugh to himself at how scared
Joey seemed. 'Though,' he thought, 'going so fast on an icy
road is something to be scared of…' Kaiba thought about this
for a minute, but then decided that Kaiba
has no fear
and sped up 10 fold. This resulted in Joey being so close to Kaiba
that he could feel the blonde's every breath, he could even feel
Joey's eyes squeezed shut against his back.
'Maybe I should have given him a helmet,' Kaiba mused. 'Oh well, too late now. It'd just be in his best interest to not fall.'
They stayed like this for a while. Kaiba would unconsciously glance down at Joey's hands that were hugging his waist just to reassure himself that Joey had not fallen off, which Kaiba thought to be such an absurd thing for him to do, that every time he caught himself do it, he mentally berated himself.
After
a few more moments of peace Kaiba felt Joey loosen his hold, a
sudden cold hit his back as he felt the warmth that Joey had
provided leave his back. Kaiba experienced a sudden fear that Joey
had fallen asleep or something of that sort, and turned back to
check, forgetting he was steering the motorcycle. The bike
swerved, nearly hitting a car,
but using his amazing
Kaiba powers he managed to catch it before he killed himself and
Joey. The sudden scare had caused Joey to cling to him even more,
digging his face into Kaiba's back again.
Kaiba couldn't just let Joey get off with almost causing him to crash, so he did the most Kaiba thing he could think of.
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"Mutt! You almost killed me. What were you thinking? I'm trying to help you if you didn't care to notice."
Joey held on tighter to Kaiba and lifted his face to see the back of Kaiba's head. "Sorry moneybags, but if you didn't drive like a maniac maybe you wouldn't have lost control so easily."
To this, Kaiba had to mentally agree, of course he wouldn't agree with that barking dog to his face. That would be like admitting defeat, which was out of the question entirely.
"Maybe if you didn't suddenly let go of me and make me think you fell off or something, I wouldn't have looked back." Kaiba didn't know what he was insinuating at the time, and Joey didn't either, seeing only the negative of everything Kaiba said. He never looked any deeper then necessary as to not feel so bad about being insulted. Joey would never admit it, but being insulted so much with the pain he already had to suffer did enough damage, he didn't need to dwell any deeper into something as agonizing as an insult.
They said nothing else to one another the rest of the ride, and as scared as Joey was, he stopped his clinging and held very loosely to Kaiba. To both of their relief the Kaiba mansion was right in front of them.
When Kaiba slowed down going up the driveway, Joey suddenly felt so cold, and yet, hotter then he could stand. He started to get dizzy, felt faint, but he kept holding on just the same. He started to wonder why he came, what was he doing here.
Kaiba suddenly stopped the bike and jumped off, more then relieved to be getting off, like a prisoner finally set free. Kaiba also started wondering what he was doing, why he brought Joey with him. It certainly wasn't holiday cheer or any of that crap, but for some reason the idea of hearing that Joey had frozen to death wasn't as enjoyable as it would have been in the past.
'Maybe,' Kaiba thought, 'I could use him to help boost sale, seeing me as a better person… no that-'
While Kaiba was trying to find answers, Joey's mind became blank. Joey could just barely turn his head toward Kaiba and whispered his name. This stopped Kaiba's mental thought as he looked at Joey for what he wanted, but Joey couldn't say another word, he felt so weak He hated this feeling, hated himself for doing this in front of his worst enemy, but it couldn't be helped, and before he knew it, his ailing body was racing its way toward the ground.
Kaiba went as fast as he could to try and catch him, like a cat pouncing on a mouse, but he only just managed to put his hands under Joey's head to stop him from getting any kind of concussion or something of the sort. The rest of Joey's body hit the ground, except a leg that was still draped over the bike.
At this point Kaiba's hands hurt so bad he had to slip them out from under Joey's head to examine them. There wasn't much visible damage yet, just some scratches, but he knew there would be bruises.
Joey on the other hand was holding his shoulder in pain, breathing deeply. Cursing the whole way, Kaiba carried Joey into his house.
"Mokuba!" Kaiba yelled as loud as he could, knowing the kid wouldn't hear otherwise, locked in his room as he always was. But Kaiba didn't stay and wait, he would meet half way, why waste time? Mokuba met him on the stairs, he didn't believe what was in front of him, Kaiba carrying Joey, in their house.
"No fucking way," Mokuba breathed.
"Mokuba,
language. Call the doctor quickly." Kaiba said, always
straightforward.
"What happened?"
"I said hurry!" Kaiba said frustrated as he climbed the rest of the stairs to a guest room primarily used for people who are ill in their house, like maids and butlers, or injured.
He set Joey down and finally got a good look at him. Joey's hair was in disarray; his face was crunched as if he was in pain, which Kaiba figured was due his shoulder. Kaiba felt Joey's forehead compared to his own. Joey's was much hotter, he needed help now.
"You just love causing me trouble, don't you, Wheeler," Kaiba murmured.
