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Jou and Kaiba accepted the harsh reality that they were going to be stuck in the washroom together for the weekend and all ready clamed their territory in the
small cramped room. Kaiba sat on the wall just brushing the blow dryer with this brown hair as Jou sat nearest to the door. It had been at least an hour or two and
none of them even said a word to each other. While Kaiba thought of what meetings he would be missing, Jou mumbled to himself he hated this more than
anything he could imagine, well maybe not, it was better then what would happen when he finally got home.
The second hand on Kaiba's watch endlessly recorded the time as a never-ending beat. Kaiba sighed and closed his eyes, catching up on some lost sleep over
the past week or two. Jou stood up and ferociously kicked the door then knocking the garbage can over, spilling empty pop cans, wrappers, plastic utensils,
and pieces of paper with low test scores marked in red ink on them.
"FUCK!" He shouted in a burst of anger, then ran his hand through his blond locks and started pacing back and forth.
"Cursing and breaking things won't solve anything, but for a dog I guess it's the only solution."
"Damnit Kaiba I told you to fuck off and stop calling me that! I am not a pansy ass street mutt." He was about to loose it, he could feel him loosing his cool,
clenching his fist ready to punch the crap out of that pretty face of his.
Kaiba didn't respond to him it was stupid to argue with Jou when he was like this no matter how entertaining it was to watch him go off.
Jou just spat and turned his head. 'Great, as if being stuck in here with this prick doesn't mean I've been through enough.' He then grabbed a stall door and
slammed it to get rid of the last bit of anger that surged through his veins.
"Are you done violating yet? If not then I'd suggest you stop, this WILL be our new home until the janitor gets back." He looked at his metallic watch.
8:52 pm. It was going to be a long night.
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An hour passed until Jou had another of hit fits.
"Will you shut up and stop your whining!" Kaiba's voice had a serious tone of annoyance, he had obviously had enough of the youth's temper tantrums,
"you're not the only one pissed off by the situation so if you're just going to through random fits then I suggest you get on the flood and start crying and pounding
the floor while kicking your feet like any immature child does when he doesn't get his way!" His head then hit the side of the wall after making contact his Jou's
harsh punch.
"Shut up. JUST SHUT UP!"
Kaiba sprinted to his feet and pushed the boy into the wall holding him by the scruff of the jacket, Jou shot his foot to Seto's shin, easily bruising the bone.
It obviously hurt like shit, but as a final blow he kicked Jou in the stomach once again, hoping that he would knock him out. That way he would get some piece and
quiet for a change. Instead he got the opposite.
Jou screamed in pure agony his eyes filling with tears and sweet rolled down his forehead, he slammed his head to Kaiba's shoulder trying to breathe. Gasping
for air, like he had been under water and was close to drowning, closing his eyes tightly trying to block out the pain as streams of tears trailed down.
Kaiba didn't know what just happened, there he was, a short tempered street boy, with a strong back ally attitude that showed his softer kinder side, to only
his friends, degraded to a crying pup yelping in agony, pure agony. So why was he like this? His mind swarmed with confusion as he watched the boy hiding his
amber eyes in his shoulder, which were now soaking with his tears as he held his stomach. He gasped and sobbed with the occasional cough in between.
"Jounouchi?"
Jou then held his breath and pushed on Kaiba's other shoulder as a support before loosing control of his legs and just collapsing all together.
Seto caught the boy before he could hit the ground, which would only inflict more pain to the young teen and got down to lay him on the floor, then shuffling him
over in an upright position.
"Are you all right?"
Jou couldn't talk, even if he wanted to. The pain was just too much.
Kaiba took the hint as a "No." He looked down to the boy's stomach and wondered. He took his hand and lifted Jou's, allowing him to lift the boy's shirt to see
why he ached so much. Jou protested to Kaiba doing that, but he was in no situation to argue or fight, he could hardly even breathe, he didn't want Kaiba
to see his body, for he would just scowl at him more, but in disgust.
Kaiba lifted the boy's shirt and his cold blue eyes widened in shock. Bruises. Everywhere on the youth's stomach with more sneaking their way underneath
his clothing and around to the other side.
"D...d..d...don't look" Jou gasped, even though it was only two words, it still hurt like hell to say them.
Kaiba didn't even notice he said anything; he was too much in shock at the sight of his body. His rich tanned skinned seemed to be infected in black and violet
spots in all sizes, he noticed the largest one. Right at the belly button was a large black blotch, right were he hit him in the first squabble they had. He knew that
he had hit Jou then, but not hard enough to inflict a bruise as harsh as that before him.
"K..K...Kaiba..."
"Shut up. You're not in the condition to protest me being this near to you. I know you despise me with everything you've got, but right now we have to put those
feelings aside. You are in need of aid, but due to the fact that we're stuck in here, I'm the only option. So stay still and shut up."
Jou was surprised. He could sense Kaiba's cold tone of voice in the harsh way he said that, but also he could detect something else. Though it was small and
hard to notice, he could tell that Kaiba was worried about him. He watched as the tall, dark boy opened his briefcase and pull out a spare shirt, tearing the sleeve
off and damped it with cold water and placed in on Jou's bruises. The cold made Jou shiver at first then relaxed as it numbed the pain down a touch, he didn't
know why Kaiba was being so nice to him, he thought that he was only human around Mokuba. Apparently that was not the case.
"Call me when the water's warmed up," he took a place next to Jou and sat there, using the bottom of the counter as a headrest.
Jou didn't know what to say, he was totally surprised about what just happened. One minute they were fighting, ready to kill each other the next, Kaiba was
tending to his well being. What changed? What altered to make Kaiba so kind, so... so... dare he say or think it, gentle. He felt the pain starting to vanish
and soon disappear all together. Sighing, he felt himself giving into sleep, one thing that Jou could call both angelic and demonic. To fall into a peaceful
sleep was wonderful but terrifying if it involved dreams. Jou couldn't remember the last time he had a wonderful dream. He yawned.
"If you're tired, sleep."
Jou snorted at Kaiba, "Like you do that a lot yourself."
"I don't really have much of a choice, do I? Running a company means you stay up late and get up before the sun has a chance to rise, in some cases you just
don't have time for it."
"So why don't you go to sleep first, you've obviously haven't had enough. Hm. Probably why you're so grouchy all the time." Jou smiled at his own joke.
Kaiba just grunted.
"Yo Kai, time."
"My name is not Kai it's Kaiba, and it's 10:20 pm."
"Oh let up Kai, it's not like it means anything bad."
"But that's not my name."
"Sooorrrrry. Just trying to lighten up the mood if you don't mind." Jou crossed his arm and flinched, he had forgotten about his bruises and the damp cloth that once
used to be a sleeve from one of Kaiba's shirts.
Kaiba shook his head, "Baka. If you don't apply pressure it won't hurt."
"Hey, who asked you." Jou was becoming himself again, getting angered easily and ready to pick a fight.
He smiled before getting up to wet the cloth for the blond teen again.
Jou started to breath heavily once again, "Hey Kaiba, is there like a window in here or something? I'm getting a bit short of breath."
He was right, the air in the small-crapped washroom was getting a bit stale, he looked around, but no such luck. "I don't think there're any windows in public
washrooms, Jou."
"Great..." his breathing seemed to pick up, "that's just great." He placed his forearms on his knees and leaned over his breathing started to increase rapidly.
"Jounouchi, you all right."
"Ya... fine just fine. It's... it's just I'm a bit claustrophobic." He took a few deep breaths trying to calm him self down and ran his hand through his hair once again.
"Think you can make the night?"
"I'll be fine Kaiba, don't worry."
It was all ready 11:05 pm and both boys were tired. Kaiba moved across the room to give Jou lots of room and as much breathing space as possible.
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"YOU STUPID SHIT!" A man shouted and struck the child with a closed fist.
The small child smashed into the closet door on contact, tears and a few traces of blood stained his face, "Father... I'm sorry. Please stop. Don't hit me."
"IT'S YOUR FAULT!" He smacked the child again, "IT'S YOUR FAULT YOUR MOTHER LEFT US AND TOOK YOUR SISTER!!"
"I… I'm sorry." The boy was no older then seven, his amber eyes were filled with tears and more to come as his blond hair had some hints of pink, the result of
brushing up against his own blood. His left arm dangled lifeless while his right held it, he brushed away any blood that escaped from the cut on his chin and
lips with his shoulder.
"YOU'RE NOTHING! YOU'RE NOT SORRY!! SO SHUT UP AND STOP MAKING EXCUSES!!" The man lifted the boy and threw his onto the counter,
breaking a few dishes, which left gashes in his back. He screamed, never was his father so violent before. Was it his fault? Was the reason that his mother
had separated and taken his sister with her, or the strong smell of alcohol that lingered on his father's breath and in the house? He was just a child, he didn't
know which one it was. All he knew that his father was hurting him. His arm dislocated and in extreme pain, he tried to get up. He wasn't paying attention to
what his father was doing. As soon as he got on his knees a dark shadow came upon him. A fist closed in on him...
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"NO! DON'T! DON'T TOUCH ME!! STOP IT!! I'M SORRY!! I'M SORRY!!"
Kaiba was trying to restrain a thrashing, screaming Jou, "Jou.. J... JOUNOUCHI!!!" He shook the boy as a final result.
Jou shot his eyes open soaking with tears, he looked dazed. Noticing the hands that had a firm strong grip on him he looked up to Kaiba, meeting cold
cerulian to warm amber, "K...K...Kaiba? Wha... wha...." he breathed heavily and looked around to see where he was.
"It's ok Jou, you're here. Do you remember? You and I are locked in the boy's washroom for the weekend... calm down, no one's going to hurt you."
"Kaiba?"
"What?"
Jou just stared, gazing into the eyes of the one holding him and weirdly enough he felt something, he felt safe, "It's nothing."
"Are you sure?"
Jou nodded.
"What..." Kaiba looked down knowing it was rude to ask personal questions but he just had to know, he was learning so much about the boy every minute
he spent with him he just wanted to know more, "What were you dreaming about?"
Jou froze, he couldn't tell him, not anyone, what his dream was about. He didn't want people to know that his father was abusing him at home, it was
just unthinkable. "I'm tired," was all he could think to say to get out of answering that question.
Kaiba softened his grip and nodded, obviously this was something the street youth did not want to share with anyone, especially him. He let go of the blond
and sat down beside him.
Jou's body started to shake suffering from a state of shock, the cold sweat that rid his body didn't help much, he was very cold as well. He rubbed his arms
hoping it would warm him up a bit when he felt something warm and long covering his whole body. He opened his eyes to see Kaiba's trench coat laid on top
of him and then looked over to Kaiba who was curled up and hugging himself, loosing the warmth of his coat to keep himself warm. Jou didn't understand
why he was doing such a thing and after all the harsh jokes and comments he'd made about him in the past. He felt guilty now more than anything.
Kaiba leaned up against the counter and held himself, the cold floor tiles made it even harder for him to stay warm. He let out a sigh and felt something
lean up against him. He turned his head to see Jou fast asleep. The warmth that came from the boy's body was more then welcome, he shifted and held the
boy in his arms, body heat was a main key in surviving in the cold, and they were in a place where some survival rules were in need. He yawned and laid
one hand on the boy's head, stroking once as in act of comfort before drawing into the black curtain of sleep.
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Chapter's kinda fluffy and short, but good either way. R&R pls.
block, just contact me at tigerkatz13@hotmail.com. I'll be more then glad to help.
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Jou and Kaiba accepted the harsh reality that they were going to be stuck in the washroom together for the weekend and all ready clamed their territory in the
small cramped room. Kaiba sat on the wall just brushing the blow dryer with this brown hair as Jou sat nearest to the door. It had been at least an hour or two and
none of them even said a word to each other. While Kaiba thought of what meetings he would be missing, Jou mumbled to himself he hated this more than
anything he could imagine, well maybe not, it was better then what would happen when he finally got home.
The second hand on Kaiba's watch endlessly recorded the time as a never-ending beat. Kaiba sighed and closed his eyes, catching up on some lost sleep over
the past week or two. Jou stood up and ferociously kicked the door then knocking the garbage can over, spilling empty pop cans, wrappers, plastic utensils,
and pieces of paper with low test scores marked in red ink on them.
"FUCK!" He shouted in a burst of anger, then ran his hand through his blond locks and started pacing back and forth.
"Cursing and breaking things won't solve anything, but for a dog I guess it's the only solution."
"Damnit Kaiba I told you to fuck off and stop calling me that! I am not a pansy ass street mutt." He was about to loose it, he could feel him loosing his cool,
clenching his fist ready to punch the crap out of that pretty face of his.
Kaiba didn't respond to him it was stupid to argue with Jou when he was like this no matter how entertaining it was to watch him go off.
Jou just spat and turned his head. 'Great, as if being stuck in here with this prick doesn't mean I've been through enough.' He then grabbed a stall door and
slammed it to get rid of the last bit of anger that surged through his veins.
"Are you done violating yet? If not then I'd suggest you stop, this WILL be our new home until the janitor gets back." He looked at his metallic watch.
8:52 pm. It was going to be a long night.
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An hour passed until Jou had another of hit fits.
"Will you shut up and stop your whining!" Kaiba's voice had a serious tone of annoyance, he had obviously had enough of the youth's temper tantrums,
"you're not the only one pissed off by the situation so if you're just going to through random fits then I suggest you get on the flood and start crying and pounding
the floor while kicking your feet like any immature child does when he doesn't get his way!" His head then hit the side of the wall after making contact his Jou's
harsh punch.
"Shut up. JUST SHUT UP!"
Kaiba sprinted to his feet and pushed the boy into the wall holding him by the scruff of the jacket, Jou shot his foot to Seto's shin, easily bruising the bone.
It obviously hurt like shit, but as a final blow he kicked Jou in the stomach once again, hoping that he would knock him out. That way he would get some piece and
quiet for a change. Instead he got the opposite.
Jou screamed in pure agony his eyes filling with tears and sweet rolled down his forehead, he slammed his head to Kaiba's shoulder trying to breathe. Gasping
for air, like he had been under water and was close to drowning, closing his eyes tightly trying to block out the pain as streams of tears trailed down.
Kaiba didn't know what just happened, there he was, a short tempered street boy, with a strong back ally attitude that showed his softer kinder side, to only
his friends, degraded to a crying pup yelping in agony, pure agony. So why was he like this? His mind swarmed with confusion as he watched the boy hiding his
amber eyes in his shoulder, which were now soaking with his tears as he held his stomach. He gasped and sobbed with the occasional cough in between.
"Jounouchi?"
Jou then held his breath and pushed on Kaiba's other shoulder as a support before loosing control of his legs and just collapsing all together.
Seto caught the boy before he could hit the ground, which would only inflict more pain to the young teen and got down to lay him on the floor, then shuffling him
over in an upright position.
"Are you all right?"
Jou couldn't talk, even if he wanted to. The pain was just too much.
Kaiba took the hint as a "No." He looked down to the boy's stomach and wondered. He took his hand and lifted Jou's, allowing him to lift the boy's shirt to see
why he ached so much. Jou protested to Kaiba doing that, but he was in no situation to argue or fight, he could hardly even breathe, he didn't want Kaiba
to see his body, for he would just scowl at him more, but in disgust.
Kaiba lifted the boy's shirt and his cold blue eyes widened in shock. Bruises. Everywhere on the youth's stomach with more sneaking their way underneath
his clothing and around to the other side.
"D...d..d...don't look" Jou gasped, even though it was only two words, it still hurt like hell to say them.
Kaiba didn't even notice he said anything; he was too much in shock at the sight of his body. His rich tanned skinned seemed to be infected in black and violet
spots in all sizes, he noticed the largest one. Right at the belly button was a large black blotch, right were he hit him in the first squabble they had. He knew that
he had hit Jou then, but not hard enough to inflict a bruise as harsh as that before him.
"K..K...Kaiba..."
"Shut up. You're not in the condition to protest me being this near to you. I know you despise me with everything you've got, but right now we have to put those
feelings aside. You are in need of aid, but due to the fact that we're stuck in here, I'm the only option. So stay still and shut up."
Jou was surprised. He could sense Kaiba's cold tone of voice in the harsh way he said that, but also he could detect something else. Though it was small and
hard to notice, he could tell that Kaiba was worried about him. He watched as the tall, dark boy opened his briefcase and pull out a spare shirt, tearing the sleeve
off and damped it with cold water and placed in on Jou's bruises. The cold made Jou shiver at first then relaxed as it numbed the pain down a touch, he didn't
know why Kaiba was being so nice to him, he thought that he was only human around Mokuba. Apparently that was not the case.
"Call me when the water's warmed up," he took a place next to Jou and sat there, using the bottom of the counter as a headrest.
Jou didn't know what to say, he was totally surprised about what just happened. One minute they were fighting, ready to kill each other the next, Kaiba was
tending to his well being. What changed? What altered to make Kaiba so kind, so... so... dare he say or think it, gentle. He felt the pain starting to vanish
and soon disappear all together. Sighing, he felt himself giving into sleep, one thing that Jou could call both angelic and demonic. To fall into a peaceful
sleep was wonderful but terrifying if it involved dreams. Jou couldn't remember the last time he had a wonderful dream. He yawned.
"If you're tired, sleep."
Jou snorted at Kaiba, "Like you do that a lot yourself."
"I don't really have much of a choice, do I? Running a company means you stay up late and get up before the sun has a chance to rise, in some cases you just
don't have time for it."
"So why don't you go to sleep first, you've obviously haven't had enough. Hm. Probably why you're so grouchy all the time." Jou smiled at his own joke.
Kaiba just grunted.
"Yo Kai, time."
"My name is not Kai it's Kaiba, and it's 10:20 pm."
"Oh let up Kai, it's not like it means anything bad."
"But that's not my name."
"Sooorrrrry. Just trying to lighten up the mood if you don't mind." Jou crossed his arm and flinched, he had forgotten about his bruises and the damp cloth that once
used to be a sleeve from one of Kaiba's shirts.
Kaiba shook his head, "Baka. If you don't apply pressure it won't hurt."
"Hey, who asked you." Jou was becoming himself again, getting angered easily and ready to pick a fight.
He smiled before getting up to wet the cloth for the blond teen again.
Jou started to breath heavily once again, "Hey Kaiba, is there like a window in here or something? I'm getting a bit short of breath."
He was right, the air in the small-crapped washroom was getting a bit stale, he looked around, but no such luck. "I don't think there're any windows in public
washrooms, Jou."
"Great..." his breathing seemed to pick up, "that's just great." He placed his forearms on his knees and leaned over his breathing started to increase rapidly.
"Jounouchi, you all right."
"Ya... fine just fine. It's... it's just I'm a bit claustrophobic." He took a few deep breaths trying to calm him self down and ran his hand through his hair once again.
"Think you can make the night?"
"I'll be fine Kaiba, don't worry."
It was all ready 11:05 pm and both boys were tired. Kaiba moved across the room to give Jou lots of room and as much breathing space as possible.
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"YOU STUPID SHIT!" A man shouted and struck the child with a closed fist.
The small child smashed into the closet door on contact, tears and a few traces of blood stained his face, "Father... I'm sorry. Please stop. Don't hit me."
"IT'S YOUR FAULT!" He smacked the child again, "IT'S YOUR FAULT YOUR MOTHER LEFT US AND TOOK YOUR SISTER!!"
"I… I'm sorry." The boy was no older then seven, his amber eyes were filled with tears and more to come as his blond hair had some hints of pink, the result of
brushing up against his own blood. His left arm dangled lifeless while his right held it, he brushed away any blood that escaped from the cut on his chin and
lips with his shoulder.
"YOU'RE NOTHING! YOU'RE NOT SORRY!! SO SHUT UP AND STOP MAKING EXCUSES!!" The man lifted the boy and threw his onto the counter,
breaking a few dishes, which left gashes in his back. He screamed, never was his father so violent before. Was it his fault? Was the reason that his mother
had separated and taken his sister with her, or the strong smell of alcohol that lingered on his father's breath and in the house? He was just a child, he didn't
know which one it was. All he knew that his father was hurting him. His arm dislocated and in extreme pain, he tried to get up. He wasn't paying attention to
what his father was doing. As soon as he got on his knees a dark shadow came upon him. A fist closed in on him...
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"NO! DON'T! DON'T TOUCH ME!! STOP IT!! I'M SORRY!! I'M SORRY!!"
Kaiba was trying to restrain a thrashing, screaming Jou, "Jou.. J... JOUNOUCHI!!!" He shook the boy as a final result.
Jou shot his eyes open soaking with tears, he looked dazed. Noticing the hands that had a firm strong grip on him he looked up to Kaiba, meeting cold
cerulian to warm amber, "K...K...Kaiba? Wha... wha...." he breathed heavily and looked around to see where he was.
"It's ok Jou, you're here. Do you remember? You and I are locked in the boy's washroom for the weekend... calm down, no one's going to hurt you."
"Kaiba?"
"What?"
Jou just stared, gazing into the eyes of the one holding him and weirdly enough he felt something, he felt safe, "It's nothing."
"Are you sure?"
Jou nodded.
"What..." Kaiba looked down knowing it was rude to ask personal questions but he just had to know, he was learning so much about the boy every minute
he spent with him he just wanted to know more, "What were you dreaming about?"
Jou froze, he couldn't tell him, not anyone, what his dream was about. He didn't want people to know that his father was abusing him at home, it was
just unthinkable. "I'm tired," was all he could think to say to get out of answering that question.
Kaiba softened his grip and nodded, obviously this was something the street youth did not want to share with anyone, especially him. He let go of the blond
and sat down beside him.
Jou's body started to shake suffering from a state of shock, the cold sweat that rid his body didn't help much, he was very cold as well. He rubbed his arms
hoping it would warm him up a bit when he felt something warm and long covering his whole body. He opened his eyes to see Kaiba's trench coat laid on top
of him and then looked over to Kaiba who was curled up and hugging himself, loosing the warmth of his coat to keep himself warm. Jou didn't understand
why he was doing such a thing and after all the harsh jokes and comments he'd made about him in the past. He felt guilty now more than anything.
Kaiba leaned up against the counter and held himself, the cold floor tiles made it even harder for him to stay warm. He let out a sigh and felt something
lean up against him. He turned his head to see Jou fast asleep. The warmth that came from the boy's body was more then welcome, he shifted and held the
boy in his arms, body heat was a main key in surviving in the cold, and they were in a place where some survival rules were in need. He yawned and laid
one hand on the boy's head, stroking once as in act of comfort before drawing into the black curtain of sleep.
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Chapter's kinda fluffy and short, but good either way. R&R pls.