Okay, this is a very long narrative between Jou and Seto. I hope you liked
the last chapter, and I will post this even though I only got one review
for the last one. THANK YOU TO MY REVIEWER Iron Mousy!!!!!!!!
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CHAPTER 2: Two Broken Bodies, Three Broken Hearts
The first thing Jounouchi did when he walked into the room was say "Holy shit" in a very loud voice. The second was to say, "Who could have-" in a slightly quieter one. The third was to collapse, pale and trembling, in the nearest chair. To say the least, he was shocked.
Seto looked up and said, "Hi, Jou," in a very low, harsh voice. Jou looked at him, and to his shock he realized that it was not only Seto's body that was covered in bruises and blood, it was his face, too. Then he noticed the small boy on his couch, and staggered back in shock, disbelief and anguish.
"S-seto," he stuttered, disbelieving. "Who did this?" His lover smiled grimly. "You really don't want to know."
"Yes I do," Jou insisted. "Tell me. Tell me who could have done this to such an innocent child. I mean, you, the teenage owner of the most successful business in the country, I can imagine. But Mokuba-" He trailed off, searching for an answer in his lover's face.
"It wasn't for money, or fame, or anything you would expect. It was-" Seto hesitated, and looked into Jou's face.
"Jou, it was revenge. Revenge for. revenge for you." Jou looked staggered. "Me?" he asked incredulously. "What would anybody need revenge for? And. and who was it?"
Seto sighed. "Tea and Malik and his Yami and Mai and Ryou and his Yami and Yugi and his Yami and. and, Joey, even Serenity and Tristan."
"No," said Joey, shocked beyond belief. "They couldn't have. Not. not Serenity and Tristan and Yugi-"
"They did," came the grim reply.
"But. but why would they do this?" asked Joey, stunned.
"Like I said, revenge," said Seto bitterly. Seeing the pained but needy look on his lover's face, he explained. "It happened like this. It seems the whole lot of 'em have a problem with gay people. They thought. Jou, they thought-" He began to shudder, and continued to shudder, and Jou realized he was crying. He held his lover close, and comforted him.
"It's okay, Seto, you're safe. They can't hurt you, or Mokuba. I won't let them. It's okay. Now tell me the rest of the story." Seto nodded, wiped his eyes on Joey's shirt, and continued, looking all the while at the coffee table.
"They thought I seduced you. They thought I tricked you somehow into thinking that. into thinking that you were gay and thinking that you were in love with me. They thought I did it so I could-" he stopped when he looked up and realized his listener was no longer in the room. "Jou?" he called, and went off to figure out where the boy could have gone in that short space of time. He found him in the bathroom, throwing up. Limping still, he walked over to the sink and got a glass of water for when Jou was done. He handed it to the boy, and looked into his face for an explanation.
"Sorry, Seto," came the weak response. "It's just that, well, when you said what they thought, I sort of-" Seto nodded in understanding and went with Jou, back to the living room. They sat down beside each other on the couch opposite the one Mokuba occupied, and Jou spoke.
"So they thought," said Jou, sickened at the thought, "that you tricked me into spending that night with you?" Seto nodded, and Jou sighed, a long, defeated sigh. "And I told them," he added bitterly. "I'm the one who told them about it. So really, I'm to blame for all this," he said, indicating Seto and Mokuba.
Seto shook his head, horrified that his lover would even think such a thing. "No, Jou. This is in no way your fault. But. but we have to do something about it. Jou, they could have. they would have killed Mokuba if I hadn't found him when I did." Jou shook his head.
"Why would they do it, Seto? What would hurting Mokuba like this accomplish?" Seto sighed. He waited a long time to speak, and when he did, his voice was full of bitterness.
"They did it to get back at me, Jou. They know I don't give a damn what happens to myself as long as Mokuba is safe. They don't fully understand- heck, even you don't-but they had a hint of all that my brother means to me, and they took advantage of that. They know how much I'd hurt inside to see him like this. And. Jou, when I first saw him like that, I. I actually considered killing myself right there, when I saw what they were doing to him. I can't believe that even Yugi would do that to such an innocent kid."
Jou was shocked, again. "You. you of all people thought about killing yourself?" Seto nodded bitterly. "B-but. but what were they doing to him?" Seto shuddered again, and a single tear escaped his eye.
"Tea. that bitch had a pocketknife, and Malik had his favourite baseball bat. his Yami had the Millennium Rod, he was using it as a weapon. Mai had the most expensive looking knife I've ever seen in my life. Ryou and his Yami had pieces of broken glass, Yugi's Yami had some sort of a ball of light, I think, some sort of thing only a Yami could conjure. Tristan and Serenity had a huge piece of rope. Kami knows what they were doing to him with it, Jou. And. oh, Jou, I'm so afraid. I don't want to take Mokuba to the hospital, because he won't get any rest from the reporters and such. but I'm so afraid not to, Jou, because, because." Seto began to cry again, and Jou held him until he stopped. He coaxed his lover to continue, and finally, hiccupping, Seto muttered into his chest, "Yugi had a shotgun."
Jou gasped in pain and horror. He leapt back, holding Seto's shoulders so he could look into his face. What he saw in those eyes assured him that it was true. He saw pure defeat. Seto had lost the will to live. "A shotgun?" Jou asked him, still not fully able to believe that Yugi could do something like that. Seto looked at him with a look that told him all he needed to know, and spoke.
"I heard him fire it before I got there. I knew it was him because I heard him talking to Mokuba. It was horrible. Mokuba was begging and pleading with him not to hurt him, but, he called Mokuba. Jou, he called Mokuba a bastard, and said I was one as well, and then, I saw. I got around the corner just in time to see him shoot my little brother in the arm."
Jou leapt up, and Seto nearly banged his head on the table. "What. what are you doing?" he asked, as Jou ran around the house as if looking for something.
"Looking for the phone," came the answer from the other room. "Listen, Seto. If Mokuba's been shot, then we can't expect ourselves to be able to take care of him. He needs to go to the hospital. He will most likely need surgery in order to live. We need to get him help, and fast." He came back into the living room with the phone. Seto nodded.
"I'm sorry, Jou. It's just, I was so afraid and confused, I guess I wasn't really thinking straight. I was more intent on getting him here first." Jou nodded. He understood what Seto meant. Then he picked up the phone and began to dial. Seto stopped him.
"Let me," said Seto. "They'll want to know who it is, and I know how to deal with them in order to avoid having this all over the news." Jou nodded and handed Seto the phone. He dialled and put the phone to his ear.
"Hello," he said in a remarkably calm voice. "This is Seto Kaiba. My brother has just been shot and I'm not sure what the status is. You need to come to the Jounouchi house. Now. Bring the best paramedics in the place, and it will go all the better for you, financially. But you'll find I am a formidable opponent, and I don't want this all over the news. So if you tell anybody, I will personally take it into my hands to punish you. Is all that clear? Good." He pressed the off button, and Jou stared at him.
"What?" he asked, seeing Jou's expression. "How can you be so calm?" came the answer.
"Believe me, I'm not. I'm in pain like now like you wouldn't believe. But, Jou, we need to do something about this. It'll be all over the school now. I think we need to tell the whole school before they all find out. They can think what they want about us, after we tell them what it's like."
"What are you thinking of?" Jou asked, mystified.
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CHAPTER 2: Two Broken Bodies, Three Broken Hearts
The first thing Jounouchi did when he walked into the room was say "Holy shit" in a very loud voice. The second was to say, "Who could have-" in a slightly quieter one. The third was to collapse, pale and trembling, in the nearest chair. To say the least, he was shocked.
Seto looked up and said, "Hi, Jou," in a very low, harsh voice. Jou looked at him, and to his shock he realized that it was not only Seto's body that was covered in bruises and blood, it was his face, too. Then he noticed the small boy on his couch, and staggered back in shock, disbelief and anguish.
"S-seto," he stuttered, disbelieving. "Who did this?" His lover smiled grimly. "You really don't want to know."
"Yes I do," Jou insisted. "Tell me. Tell me who could have done this to such an innocent child. I mean, you, the teenage owner of the most successful business in the country, I can imagine. But Mokuba-" He trailed off, searching for an answer in his lover's face.
"It wasn't for money, or fame, or anything you would expect. It was-" Seto hesitated, and looked into Jou's face.
"Jou, it was revenge. Revenge for. revenge for you." Jou looked staggered. "Me?" he asked incredulously. "What would anybody need revenge for? And. and who was it?"
Seto sighed. "Tea and Malik and his Yami and Mai and Ryou and his Yami and Yugi and his Yami and. and, Joey, even Serenity and Tristan."
"No," said Joey, shocked beyond belief. "They couldn't have. Not. not Serenity and Tristan and Yugi-"
"They did," came the grim reply.
"But. but why would they do this?" asked Joey, stunned.
"Like I said, revenge," said Seto bitterly. Seeing the pained but needy look on his lover's face, he explained. "It happened like this. It seems the whole lot of 'em have a problem with gay people. They thought. Jou, they thought-" He began to shudder, and continued to shudder, and Jou realized he was crying. He held his lover close, and comforted him.
"It's okay, Seto, you're safe. They can't hurt you, or Mokuba. I won't let them. It's okay. Now tell me the rest of the story." Seto nodded, wiped his eyes on Joey's shirt, and continued, looking all the while at the coffee table.
"They thought I seduced you. They thought I tricked you somehow into thinking that. into thinking that you were gay and thinking that you were in love with me. They thought I did it so I could-" he stopped when he looked up and realized his listener was no longer in the room. "Jou?" he called, and went off to figure out where the boy could have gone in that short space of time. He found him in the bathroom, throwing up. Limping still, he walked over to the sink and got a glass of water for when Jou was done. He handed it to the boy, and looked into his face for an explanation.
"Sorry, Seto," came the weak response. "It's just that, well, when you said what they thought, I sort of-" Seto nodded in understanding and went with Jou, back to the living room. They sat down beside each other on the couch opposite the one Mokuba occupied, and Jou spoke.
"So they thought," said Jou, sickened at the thought, "that you tricked me into spending that night with you?" Seto nodded, and Jou sighed, a long, defeated sigh. "And I told them," he added bitterly. "I'm the one who told them about it. So really, I'm to blame for all this," he said, indicating Seto and Mokuba.
Seto shook his head, horrified that his lover would even think such a thing. "No, Jou. This is in no way your fault. But. but we have to do something about it. Jou, they could have. they would have killed Mokuba if I hadn't found him when I did." Jou shook his head.
"Why would they do it, Seto? What would hurting Mokuba like this accomplish?" Seto sighed. He waited a long time to speak, and when he did, his voice was full of bitterness.
"They did it to get back at me, Jou. They know I don't give a damn what happens to myself as long as Mokuba is safe. They don't fully understand- heck, even you don't-but they had a hint of all that my brother means to me, and they took advantage of that. They know how much I'd hurt inside to see him like this. And. Jou, when I first saw him like that, I. I actually considered killing myself right there, when I saw what they were doing to him. I can't believe that even Yugi would do that to such an innocent kid."
Jou was shocked, again. "You. you of all people thought about killing yourself?" Seto nodded bitterly. "B-but. but what were they doing to him?" Seto shuddered again, and a single tear escaped his eye.
"Tea. that bitch had a pocketknife, and Malik had his favourite baseball bat. his Yami had the Millennium Rod, he was using it as a weapon. Mai had the most expensive looking knife I've ever seen in my life. Ryou and his Yami had pieces of broken glass, Yugi's Yami had some sort of a ball of light, I think, some sort of thing only a Yami could conjure. Tristan and Serenity had a huge piece of rope. Kami knows what they were doing to him with it, Jou. And. oh, Jou, I'm so afraid. I don't want to take Mokuba to the hospital, because he won't get any rest from the reporters and such. but I'm so afraid not to, Jou, because, because." Seto began to cry again, and Jou held him until he stopped. He coaxed his lover to continue, and finally, hiccupping, Seto muttered into his chest, "Yugi had a shotgun."
Jou gasped in pain and horror. He leapt back, holding Seto's shoulders so he could look into his face. What he saw in those eyes assured him that it was true. He saw pure defeat. Seto had lost the will to live. "A shotgun?" Jou asked him, still not fully able to believe that Yugi could do something like that. Seto looked at him with a look that told him all he needed to know, and spoke.
"I heard him fire it before I got there. I knew it was him because I heard him talking to Mokuba. It was horrible. Mokuba was begging and pleading with him not to hurt him, but, he called Mokuba. Jou, he called Mokuba a bastard, and said I was one as well, and then, I saw. I got around the corner just in time to see him shoot my little brother in the arm."
Jou leapt up, and Seto nearly banged his head on the table. "What. what are you doing?" he asked, as Jou ran around the house as if looking for something.
"Looking for the phone," came the answer from the other room. "Listen, Seto. If Mokuba's been shot, then we can't expect ourselves to be able to take care of him. He needs to go to the hospital. He will most likely need surgery in order to live. We need to get him help, and fast." He came back into the living room with the phone. Seto nodded.
"I'm sorry, Jou. It's just, I was so afraid and confused, I guess I wasn't really thinking straight. I was more intent on getting him here first." Jou nodded. He understood what Seto meant. Then he picked up the phone and began to dial. Seto stopped him.
"Let me," said Seto. "They'll want to know who it is, and I know how to deal with them in order to avoid having this all over the news." Jou nodded and handed Seto the phone. He dialled and put the phone to his ear.
"Hello," he said in a remarkably calm voice. "This is Seto Kaiba. My brother has just been shot and I'm not sure what the status is. You need to come to the Jounouchi house. Now. Bring the best paramedics in the place, and it will go all the better for you, financially. But you'll find I am a formidable opponent, and I don't want this all over the news. So if you tell anybody, I will personally take it into my hands to punish you. Is all that clear? Good." He pressed the off button, and Jou stared at him.
"What?" he asked, seeing Jou's expression. "How can you be so calm?" came the answer.
"Believe me, I'm not. I'm in pain like now like you wouldn't believe. But, Jou, we need to do something about this. It'll be all over the school now. I think we need to tell the whole school before they all find out. They can think what they want about us, after we tell them what it's like."
"What are you thinking of?" Jou asked, mystified.