Well? What did you think of the last chapter? Personally, I think that the first chapters are always fairly boring because it's only just the beginning, but there's more to come

Warning: If you don't like yaoi then turn back now because this is a yaoi fanfic for Yugioh. Also the mature warning is because of Joey's habits and because in yaoi…"stuff" happens between guys, ya know? Also, there's swearing. You've been warned! (There's also possible violence and drug/other content now that I think of it.)

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Yugioh in any way, shape, or form. I just write based on characters and the setting.

Joey had come to the bathroom every day after eating lunch. It had recently become one of his habits, a rather disgusting one at that. Joey knew it was bad for him, but what else could he do? At the moment you could say that his life wasn't the greatest.

Many things seemed to be contributing to his madness. His drunken father regularly beat him or called him disgusting names. Also, he was failing more than one class and the teachers weren't much help at all. And to top it all off, Kaiba was giving him more grief in school than usual. He was being picked on by the whole world and it was weighing on him heavily. Though nothing was worse than having your crush pick on you. Yes, you heard it right, Joey had a crush on Seto Kaiba. At first it seemed impossible for Joey to develop feelings for anyone, no less a man. For now though it remained as a mere crush.

The blond was consumed by his own hell and just couldn't get out. Every time he vomited like this it left him feeling disgusted with himself. He felt weak and hated himself for what he'd become, for what he'd always been.

He finally finished and had nothing more to give, so he flushed the toilet and slumped back against the wall to rest for a moment. He always felt light-headed after he was done.

Joey got up and stumbled out of the stall and left the bathroom. He quietly walked to his locker and opened it to get out his history book for his next class. Just then he felt a firm grip on his arm that tugged him away from his locker only to slam him against another. He winced lightly and glanced up at an enraged face.

"Do you enjoy starting fights you obviously can't finish?" An angry Kaiba questioned as he held Joey back against the lockers.

"What's it to you, Kaiba?" Joey replied and waited for Kaiba to strike him. He almost wished for it.

"Che-" Kaiba uttered and pushed away from Joey. "Don't be a fool, Wheeler."

"What? Not gonna hit me? You afraid, pretty boy?" Joey tried to provoke Kaiba.

"If you don't want me to hit you, you should keep your insults to yourself." Kaiba warned. He was in no mood to play right now. Kaiba walked away from him and walked down the hallway to get to his next class.

Tears came to Joey's eyes and he started to shake a little. He threw his history book into his locker and slammed his shut. He ran for the exit and hurried off the school grounds. He didn't want to be here right now and he didn't feel like facing Kaiba in their next class together. Today just wasn't his day.

Later in fifth period Kaiba noticed that Joey was missing. He didn't bother to think much of it though. He figured that he had just scared the mutt away of hurt his poor little feelings. Honestly, he didn't care, it was just one less person to worry about.

Joey had casually strolled back towards his apartment. He really didn't want to go home, but he was afraid that if he stayed out in public with this school uniform on he'd get caught and have to go back to school.

He came to the gloomy looking building where he lived. It was called Sunset Ridge. The name sounded better than the place looked. At least it was cheap, affordable living. Joey wasn't the one paying the bills anyway. He climbed the shaky metal staircase and walked into his house. In the other room he heard the television buzzing and his father snoring. The old man was out of work so he usually drank and lazed around on the couch.

Joey slipped by as quietly as he could manage and closed himself up in his room. His room wasn't very spacious but it served its purpose. There were clothes all over the floor and the room looked as if it hadn't been cleaned in months. Then again, Joey only came to his room when he needed a place to hide or if he needed to rest.

The blond sighed and walked over to the bunk beds tucked against the wall adjacent from the door. The beds were small and had been used when Joey lived with his sister. His dad never bought him a decent bed and told him to use this one until it collapsed from underneath him. He laid down and curled up on the small mattress and closed his eyes.

"Seto…" He uttered. He remembered his confrontation with Kaiba. It hurt worse than usual. Maybe…because he couldn't have him. That sounded right to Joey. He couldn't think of any other reason. "What would that guy see in a mutt like me, eh?" Joey tried to understand. It made sense seeing as they were on completely different levels. Kaiba would never lower himself that far just to meet Joey at the bottom.

Just then he heard his father's groggy voice. Footsteps came with it towards his room. He could hear the creaky floorboards giving his old man's position away. Joey quickly got off the bed and crawled under it to hide. As much as he hated to admit to being afraid of anyone, he truly feared this drunken violent man.

Not much, but I'm cutting out there to make you feel the suspension! Even though the feeling won't last long because I'm sure I'll be posting another chapter soon anyway. XD