Hi everyone, it's me, Melody. I'm sitting in my hotel room and I wrote this chapter in the car during the 8 hour car ride. So, don't expect for it to be good because I was on Pain Killers (Advil) and stuff. In other words I'm not really feeling well and this isn't my best chapter.
Thank you Midnight Mayonaka for reviewing and favoriting my story. I have about 70 views, but not many reviews, so please, please review!
I own nothing aside from Kiryu's father, aka Mr Kyosuke (he doesn't yet have a name). Everyone else belongs to Kazuki Takahashi/the creator of Yu-Gi-Oh.
Well, that's pretty much it. Enjoy!
"Kiryu?"
The silver-haired boy flinched at the familiar voice and took a deep breath.
"What?"
Crow, Jack, and Yusei slowly walked over to him and stood there silently for a couple of minutes. As they stood there, Kiryu studied his friends' solemn faces. Every single one of them looked distraught and torn.
"What's wrong." Crow asked gently, his words more of a statement than an answer; a gentle, but firm demand. "We've been your friends for 10 years. You can trust us."
"I just don't know if it's my place to say something." Kiryu replied quietly, placing a hand under his chin.
"Why wouldn't it be your place?" Yusei asked curiously, though his tone was more worrisome than curious. For once, even he looked distraught and worried. It felt good to Kiryu to know his friend's cared about him that much.
"It has to do with my father." The grey-eyed youth replied hesitantly, the word 'father' lingering in his mouth and stinging the flesh there. His father was in no way a father figure in his mind. "I'm afraid he might... do something if I speak up."
"Is he abusing you?" Jack inquired with a surprisingly kind tone.
"Somewhat." Kiryu sighed, burying his head in his hands. "Yesterday he tried to get me to smoke. Thankfully, our teacher called and announced that I had to visit her that day, so I was able to get away from him."
"Maybe we should pay your father a visit." Crow suggested bitterly, cracking his knuckles suggestively. "No one should be treated like that."
"You can if you want," came Kiryu's surprising answer, "but be careful."
"Are you coming?" Yusei asked as he stood up from his previous sitting position. "If you don't want to come, Kiryu, that's fine."
"I guess so..." The silverette (1) replied, offering his friends a grateful smile. "...thanks for having my back, you guys. I really appreciate it."
"Of course, Kiryu." They all said in unison, kind smiles on each and every one of their faces.
"Well, here's my house..."
Kiryu's voice was ashamed, and he had good reason to be so wary of where he lived. The neighbor was sleazy. It was obvious since they'd already seen a good number of strip clubs or topless women walking around shamelessly.
"Here we go." Yusei announced softly. The youth took a daring step forward and rapped on the door loudly, making sure his knocks would be heard throughout the house. "We can only hope for the best."
The others nodded and waited patiently, rocking back and forth on the balls of their feet. Finally, grumbling that had been nearing the door grew louder and louder, and soon, it was swung open, revealing a middle-aged man with a drunken aura about him.
"Who the hell are you three -" The man glanced behind Yusei and noticed Kiryu, who quickly bowed his head and pressed his lips together tightly. The man smirked. "Never thought my son was that type of guy, but I suppose this house could use some more activity."
"Sir, we're his friends." Crow spoke up this time. Judging by his hatred-filled green eyes and heaving shoulders, he was doing everything he could to not break out in a mantra of rage against the man. "He invited us over."
"Interesting." was the man's simple, somewhat confusing reply. He shrugged and motioned for them to walk inside the house, a drunken grin plastered onto his face.
"Nice house, Kiryu." Crow remarked cheerily, trying to lighten the mood. In all honesty, the red-head wasn't disgusted by the house itself; just the beer bottles and cigarettes that lay everywhere and the odd, musty smell that hung in the air.
"Thanks." Kiryu replied dryly, sending his dad a slight look. "I try to keep it clean."
Mr Kyosuke glared at Kiryu, but said nothing. This earned a quiet snicker from Crow and smirks from Yusei and Jack. Kiryu noticed this and couldn't help but smile at his friends' antics.
"Do you have anything to eat around here?" Jack asked politely, directing his words towards Kiryu's father.
"I dunno." The man replied drunkenly. When his own son glared at him, he rolled his eyes and added, "Check the fridge. There's probably something in there."
The boys nodded and thanked the man quietly, quickly walking into the kitchen. Once they arrived there, they all sat down into whatever chairs they could find and began peppering Kiryu with questions.
"You didn't tell us it was this bad." Crow whispered in surprise, sending a half glare in Kiryu's father's direction. "He looks like a total addict. No offense, though."
"None taken." Kiryu replied as he fetched four apple juice boxes from the fridge, "He is a total addict."
As he slid the apple juice boxes across the table to his friends, Kiryu added bitterly, "He spends so much money on drugs and alcohol, he barely has enough money to give to me so I can get myself school supplies and clothing!"
"You bad mouthin' me?" Mr Kyosuke snapped as he made his way into the kitchen. He eyed the boys sitting there apprehensively. "You are, aren't cha?"
"No sir." Yusei replied for all of them, tone level. "We wouldn't do that."
This didn't seem to lower the man's suspicions. "Even if you three weren't, I'd recognize my sons' voice anywhere. You were talking bad about me, weren't you Kiryu?"
"Maybe." Kiryu replied boldly, narrowing his eyes at his father. "If I was, you probably deserved it."
The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed off of the house's shaky walls. Kiryu's friends stared at him in shock, their mouths hung open.
"Why would you do that Mr Kyosuke?!" Crow was the first to speak, immediately jumping up from his chair to do so.
The man gave no verbal response; he simply sent Crow a withering glare that would've sat most people back down. But Crow didn't budge. In fact, he glared back as coldly as he could.
The tension in the room escalated tenfold.
I apologize for the lame chapter! My brother said something to me that kind of hurt, so when I finished this chapter I was kind of down and upset, which explains the horrible ending.
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