AN: Confused yet? Hope not. Anyway, in steps my least favorite character
(And that's saying a lot! Even Peggy rates higher then this $^%#$%.
Sorry, Tea fans. Anyway, I tried not to kill her. This entire story was
sort of a challenge I set for myself. Write a Seto/Tea fic, without
killing Tea. It's HARD! But I try. Okay, onwards and upwards.
Disclaimer: This is the last one I am ever writing! I'm serious! This is Fanfiction, right? So If I wasn't a fan how could I write this? If I owned it, wouldn't I be calling it Authors Fiction or something? *Goes into rant mode*
Hurt II
'Why!' I asked myself as I sat in Tristans car. 'Why do I bother with this? Okay, stupid question. I did this for Serenity and Joey.' They two were unable to see each other and since I had transferred to Serenity's school I'd agreed to carry messages. I hadn't known at the time, though, that this would mean meeting Joey in a less than safe neighborhood at night. At least Tristan had agreed to come with me. I was so happy that I had friends.
I stepped out of the car and followed Tristan down an alley was and into a shadowy parking lot. I saw about twenty boys gathered around two other boys who seemed to be concentrating on something. One of the boys, the shorter one, reached down and pulled a person to their feet. The shorter boy held the victim still while the taller boy punched the captive thrice in the face before his friend let the prisoner drop back to the ground. Jumping a little into the air, I managed to make out the features of the tallest of the boys. It was Joey Wheeler! I was horrified that the boy I knew so well would do something so cruel and brutal. Knowing that I had to put a stop to the violence, I tried to open my mouth but I couldn't move, let alone speak! It took the sight of Joey kicking his battered target in the back to loosen my vocal cords.
"Joey Wheeler!" I yelled. Joey's head shot up and his friend disappeared into the crowd.
"Tea?" he asked. He seemed bewildered and a bit confused by my presence.
"What are you doing?" I asked angrily, my horror showing in my voice as I walked forward. The group dispersed and Joey stepped closer to Tristan and me.
"Yea, man." Tristan backed me. "It ain't fair to kick a guy when he's down."
"Hey, no worries." Joey shrugged, stepping in front of me so that I couldn't see or go to the injured boy. "It's only Kaiba."
"Kaiba?" Tristan gapped. "You managed to beat the shit out of him?!"
Hurriedly pushing Joey out of my way, I went over to the fallen figure and rolled the boy onto his back. It was indeed Kaiba.
"Joey." I whispered. "How could you? How could you?!"
"Huh?" Joey started. He probably hadn't counted on me being angry with him.
"Look at him!" I raged at Joey. "He's covered in bruises! He's got a bloody nose and some is coming out of his mouth! You could have killed him! You are such a coward, Joey Wheeler! Having someone hold him down while you hit him! Kicking him in the back, while he was down! You disgust me!"
"Tea..." Joey began, trying to calm me down. I glared at him and then looked at Tristan.
"Tristan, could you drive Kaiba and me to his house? I just hope I don't have to call for help!" I said loudly, glaring meaningfully at Joey. He looked properly ashamed and hunched his shoulders. Tristan nodded, lifted Kaiba off the ground and walked off towards the car. "If I have to take him to the hospital, I WILL report you, Joseph."
"Tea, please!" Joey begged me. I spat at his feet.
"Did he even hit back?" I asked, before turning on my heels and stalking off so that Joey could be alone with my hateful words.
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I felt a warm sticky liquid stream down my face and I tried to open my eyes. I fought the panic that began to wrap around my brain as the liquid entered my mouth, nose and ears. Sliding down my throat, the liquid began to fill my lungs and the liquid entering my ears and nose began to crush my brain. The panic was overwhelming and I began to fight blindly. My eyes, no matter how hard I tried, would not open and all my senses seemed to be shut off. I opened my mouth to scream for help and the liquid rushed in, filling my stomach and lung, making it impossible to breath or think. I strained at my eyelids once again and they flew open. The red liquid was everywhere and I suddenly realized that it had to be blood. The blood was everywhere! Outside and inside of me. I felt the stomach churn as it rejected it's terrible filling. I tried to fight the instinct but my body won, purging itself of it's foul content. I could smell the blood and stomach acid everywhere and my body rejected more of the contaminate liquid. I tried to fight the blood and other acid that was surrounding me but I couldn't move. My hands weren't responding and no matter how I fought I couldn't escape the blood. As I struggled madly, I heard a voice yelling at me. I managed to turn my head and saw the man from the park.
"This is what you get." He sneered. I realized that I was free and moved to avenge Mokuba but his form was changing. I backed away as I saw my brother was in front of me.
"Why, Seto? Why?" Mokuba asked me, his sadness forming tears that spilled down his cheeks. "Why couldn't you save me?"
The blood was covering my eyes again and my body tried to expel the blood that was seeping into my body again. I began to give up trying to escape when suddenly I was falling, fast. Forming a red cloud above me, the blood stayed where it was, leaving my body through my skin. I turned my head and saw that I was falling towards the earth and picking up speed as I fell.
I jolted awake and sat up in my bed. I put my hands on the bed and jerked them back when I realized that the bed was wet. My mouth, face and shirt were soaked in a thick covering of sweat and, as I looked back at my hands, I noticed that the pillows, sheets and floor were covered in my vomit. I backed away from the mess as my body threatened to hurl again. The edge of the bed crept closer and I lost my balance, falling to the floor. Grimacing as my butt connected with the hard floor, I felt my bruises and cuts protest. The pain was even worse when I brushed a hand along my face and nose. My right eye, which was still swollen, complained the loudest. I crawled to my mirror and used the dresser as a support while I hauled my body to a standing position. I looked in the mirror and noted the bruises on my back, stomach, cheeks, and right eye. I gently touched my right eye and managed to ease it open. Fortunately, it wasn't as bruised as I though it would be. The area around my nose displayed a light coating of blood but I was glad to see that my nose wasn't broken or still bleeding. I was about to let my knees bend, so that I could crawl back to my bed, when the door opened and Tea walked in carrying a tray.
"Kaiba!" She gasped.
"What are you doing here?" I asked coldly, trying to look dignified. I finally gave up because looking dignified is very hard to do when you're covered in cuts, bruises, and body fluids.
"I'm taking care of you." Tea shrugged, putting the tray on the desk. I watched carefully, my mind trying to work out what she wanted. When she turned around, I decided that my mind was working to slow and that I would just ask her.
"What do you get from all this?" I asked, my voice sounding more suspicious then I had originally intended. "What's your angle?"
"No angle. You just looked so bad when I found you that I didn't want you to be alone." Tea shrugged, taking my elbow firmly in her hand. I tried to shake her off but not very hard because I knew that I really did need her help to get back to bed. We made the three-step journey in less than a minute, and Tea finally took a good look at the bed. I looked down at the ground as she saw how sick I had been. She looked back at my face and seemed to see, for the first time, the puke that still covered my chin and mouth.
"Tea..." I whispered. I wished that she hadn't seen my mess. The last thing I wanted was pity or help.
"It's okay." Tea assured me, helping me to my chair instead of the bed. She picked a shirt up and helped me put it on. I only protested a small bit when Tea took a warm cloth and began to clean my bloody nose and my face. "It's a natural bodily function, throwing-up. Nothing to be ashamed of."
She turned to change the bed sheets and I reached out for her arm.
"You shouldn't... bother." I sighed, when I was sure I had her attention. 'Why the hell am I being so nice? Since when did I give a shit if I hurt someone's feelings?'
"Why not?" She asked, obviously confused.
'Because, you idiot!' I mentally screamed at her. 'I don't need help! I'm sick! I just want to die! Why do you have to care? You never did before!'
"Because I'm not worth it." I confessed.
Disclaimer: This is the last one I am ever writing! I'm serious! This is Fanfiction, right? So If I wasn't a fan how could I write this? If I owned it, wouldn't I be calling it Authors Fiction or something? *Goes into rant mode*
Hurt II
'Why!' I asked myself as I sat in Tristans car. 'Why do I bother with this? Okay, stupid question. I did this for Serenity and Joey.' They two were unable to see each other and since I had transferred to Serenity's school I'd agreed to carry messages. I hadn't known at the time, though, that this would mean meeting Joey in a less than safe neighborhood at night. At least Tristan had agreed to come with me. I was so happy that I had friends.
I stepped out of the car and followed Tristan down an alley was and into a shadowy parking lot. I saw about twenty boys gathered around two other boys who seemed to be concentrating on something. One of the boys, the shorter one, reached down and pulled a person to their feet. The shorter boy held the victim still while the taller boy punched the captive thrice in the face before his friend let the prisoner drop back to the ground. Jumping a little into the air, I managed to make out the features of the tallest of the boys. It was Joey Wheeler! I was horrified that the boy I knew so well would do something so cruel and brutal. Knowing that I had to put a stop to the violence, I tried to open my mouth but I couldn't move, let alone speak! It took the sight of Joey kicking his battered target in the back to loosen my vocal cords.
"Joey Wheeler!" I yelled. Joey's head shot up and his friend disappeared into the crowd.
"Tea?" he asked. He seemed bewildered and a bit confused by my presence.
"What are you doing?" I asked angrily, my horror showing in my voice as I walked forward. The group dispersed and Joey stepped closer to Tristan and me.
"Yea, man." Tristan backed me. "It ain't fair to kick a guy when he's down."
"Hey, no worries." Joey shrugged, stepping in front of me so that I couldn't see or go to the injured boy. "It's only Kaiba."
"Kaiba?" Tristan gapped. "You managed to beat the shit out of him?!"
Hurriedly pushing Joey out of my way, I went over to the fallen figure and rolled the boy onto his back. It was indeed Kaiba.
"Joey." I whispered. "How could you? How could you?!"
"Huh?" Joey started. He probably hadn't counted on me being angry with him.
"Look at him!" I raged at Joey. "He's covered in bruises! He's got a bloody nose and some is coming out of his mouth! You could have killed him! You are such a coward, Joey Wheeler! Having someone hold him down while you hit him! Kicking him in the back, while he was down! You disgust me!"
"Tea..." Joey began, trying to calm me down. I glared at him and then looked at Tristan.
"Tristan, could you drive Kaiba and me to his house? I just hope I don't have to call for help!" I said loudly, glaring meaningfully at Joey. He looked properly ashamed and hunched his shoulders. Tristan nodded, lifted Kaiba off the ground and walked off towards the car. "If I have to take him to the hospital, I WILL report you, Joseph."
"Tea, please!" Joey begged me. I spat at his feet.
"Did he even hit back?" I asked, before turning on my heels and stalking off so that Joey could be alone with my hateful words.
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I felt a warm sticky liquid stream down my face and I tried to open my eyes. I fought the panic that began to wrap around my brain as the liquid entered my mouth, nose and ears. Sliding down my throat, the liquid began to fill my lungs and the liquid entering my ears and nose began to crush my brain. The panic was overwhelming and I began to fight blindly. My eyes, no matter how hard I tried, would not open and all my senses seemed to be shut off. I opened my mouth to scream for help and the liquid rushed in, filling my stomach and lung, making it impossible to breath or think. I strained at my eyelids once again and they flew open. The red liquid was everywhere and I suddenly realized that it had to be blood. The blood was everywhere! Outside and inside of me. I felt the stomach churn as it rejected it's terrible filling. I tried to fight the instinct but my body won, purging itself of it's foul content. I could smell the blood and stomach acid everywhere and my body rejected more of the contaminate liquid. I tried to fight the blood and other acid that was surrounding me but I couldn't move. My hands weren't responding and no matter how I fought I couldn't escape the blood. As I struggled madly, I heard a voice yelling at me. I managed to turn my head and saw the man from the park.
"This is what you get." He sneered. I realized that I was free and moved to avenge Mokuba but his form was changing. I backed away as I saw my brother was in front of me.
"Why, Seto? Why?" Mokuba asked me, his sadness forming tears that spilled down his cheeks. "Why couldn't you save me?"
The blood was covering my eyes again and my body tried to expel the blood that was seeping into my body again. I began to give up trying to escape when suddenly I was falling, fast. Forming a red cloud above me, the blood stayed where it was, leaving my body through my skin. I turned my head and saw that I was falling towards the earth and picking up speed as I fell.
I jolted awake and sat up in my bed. I put my hands on the bed and jerked them back when I realized that the bed was wet. My mouth, face and shirt were soaked in a thick covering of sweat and, as I looked back at my hands, I noticed that the pillows, sheets and floor were covered in my vomit. I backed away from the mess as my body threatened to hurl again. The edge of the bed crept closer and I lost my balance, falling to the floor. Grimacing as my butt connected with the hard floor, I felt my bruises and cuts protest. The pain was even worse when I brushed a hand along my face and nose. My right eye, which was still swollen, complained the loudest. I crawled to my mirror and used the dresser as a support while I hauled my body to a standing position. I looked in the mirror and noted the bruises on my back, stomach, cheeks, and right eye. I gently touched my right eye and managed to ease it open. Fortunately, it wasn't as bruised as I though it would be. The area around my nose displayed a light coating of blood but I was glad to see that my nose wasn't broken or still bleeding. I was about to let my knees bend, so that I could crawl back to my bed, when the door opened and Tea walked in carrying a tray.
"Kaiba!" She gasped.
"What are you doing here?" I asked coldly, trying to look dignified. I finally gave up because looking dignified is very hard to do when you're covered in cuts, bruises, and body fluids.
"I'm taking care of you." Tea shrugged, putting the tray on the desk. I watched carefully, my mind trying to work out what she wanted. When she turned around, I decided that my mind was working to slow and that I would just ask her.
"What do you get from all this?" I asked, my voice sounding more suspicious then I had originally intended. "What's your angle?"
"No angle. You just looked so bad when I found you that I didn't want you to be alone." Tea shrugged, taking my elbow firmly in her hand. I tried to shake her off but not very hard because I knew that I really did need her help to get back to bed. We made the three-step journey in less than a minute, and Tea finally took a good look at the bed. I looked down at the ground as she saw how sick I had been. She looked back at my face and seemed to see, for the first time, the puke that still covered my chin and mouth.
"Tea..." I whispered. I wished that she hadn't seen my mess. The last thing I wanted was pity or help.
"It's okay." Tea assured me, helping me to my chair instead of the bed. She picked a shirt up and helped me put it on. I only protested a small bit when Tea took a warm cloth and began to clean my bloody nose and my face. "It's a natural bodily function, throwing-up. Nothing to be ashamed of."
She turned to change the bed sheets and I reached out for her arm.
"You shouldn't... bother." I sighed, when I was sure I had her attention. 'Why the hell am I being so nice? Since when did I give a shit if I hurt someone's feelings?'
"Why not?" She asked, obviously confused.
'Because, you idiot!' I mentally screamed at her. 'I don't need help! I'm sick! I just want to die! Why do you have to care? You never did before!'
"Because I'm not worth it." I confessed.