Invisible Touch
Chapter 21
It's a new day, and the lazy teen awakens from his slumber. He dresses for the day, rushed downstairs, and flops on the couch to watch his morning program. To his disappointment, he forgot that he had to go to school. Ick!
His mother, acting sweeter than before, smiled to her son proudly, "My son's first day of school. How exciting!"
"Yeah, loads of happiness in here," the teen replies flatly. "I can't wait to go."
"C'mon, Junior, let's go. You don't want to be late for your very first day of school."
"Yes Mom. I don't want to give a bad example to the rest of the disease-carrying worms."
Seto came from out of the blue and wraps an arm around Anjel's waist. "Good morning, my beauty queen." He plants a kiss on her cheek.
Junior gasps, "What is he doing here? Did you leave the lock off his cage?"
"Not really," Anjel answers. "He's gonna take you to school."
"I thought Dark was gonna take me."
"I changed my mind. I figured you two have alot of catching up to do. After all, he's your father."
"I'd rather choke on a peach pit."
"Come now."
The red-haired beauty escorts the teen outside. After that, she shuts the door when Seto steps out. Junior glares at Seto dangerously, "I hate you."
Not reacting, he just smiles, "I'm glad you thought that way about me."
Junior growls and quickly got in the car. As soon as the taller man got in, Junior turns to the window. Seto tries to strike up a conversation, "Junior, why won't you look at me?"
The teen crosses his arms and snorted, "I don't look at hyenas."
"Uh-oh! Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."
"Let's just go before I walk."
Inside the mansion, Anjel sees the car pull out and drive away. On the road, Junior pulls out the eyeliner and applies it looking into a mirror. Seto glances at the teen blinking in confusion, "What are you doing?"
"Applying eyeliner," Junior answers working on the other eye.
"Why?"
"Mind your business, dude."
"Whatever. I just don't want you to go to school and let the kids make fun of you."
"It's my fault then." Junior puts the top on the eyeliner and places it into his backpack. He takes out a deck of cards and looks through them casually. Throughout that entire trip, Junior has been very quiet. The last thing he did before getting out of the car is putting on black lip liner and black lipstick. Seto gasps lightly to see his son turn into a gothic freak. "Son, are you in there?" he jokes.
"Of course I am, dude. And don't call me 'son'. I hardly know you," the teen threatens.
When Junior looks at the campus, he already spotted fifteen teens dressed in gothic clothing. "I'm gonna have no problem fitting in with that crowd." the green-haired teen smiles.
He walks down the walkway pretending he didn't see the crowd. Then, one of them spotted him and approaches to him. Too bad Junior didn't get to meet a person for Seto had pulled him by the arm to get his attention. "Junior, don't touch that thing. You don't know where it's been," the CEO said in a stuck-up voice.
"Let go of me, dude." Junior snatches his arm away, "I don't want your filthy hands touching me."
"Give me a break, Junior. I washed my hands."
"Doesn't matter, your hands will always be filthy from touching my mother's...."
"Junior!"
"That's my name. Don't wear it out."
"You need to watch your mouth, Junior. I'm still your father."
"Go to hell, punk!"
The students looks over to the two and is interested in this quarrel. Ignoring the students, Seto continues the argument, "You listen to me, you little brat......"
"Fuck you, old dude," Junior replies raising a hand to the CEO's face.
The CEO slaps the hand away, "You can't do this to me, you little stick person."
"I just did, you ignorant, ugly motherfucker!"
Seto slaps the teen across the face. "Watch your mouth, Junior. As long as your mother is engaged to me, I can still discipline your behind. What's it gonna be now? Are you gonna listen to me and behave or do you still want me to beat the living hell out of you?"
Junior ran inside the building at top speed hearing the sounds of laughing and taunting. Running down the hallways, he bolted into the mens restroom and into a stall. He cries his eyes out quietly so the other students couldn't hear him. Clutching his shirt, tears fell from his eyes and landed on the tiled floor. So much made his eyeliner run down his face. This isn't supposed to happen like this. Now that his opportunity is gone, he now believes that every student considers him a loser. He shakes the thought aside and reaches into his backpack to pull out a bag of cocaine with a straw inside. Dejectedly, he crinkles his nose, "Ugh, if Chaos is gonna use this crap, he could at least taken the straw out."
He reaches in the bag and tosses the used straw aside. Pulling out a clean straw, he cuts it in half with a pair of scissors and places one half in his backpack. He pours a small amount of the white powder into his hand, places the straw up his nose, and sniffs up the contents until every bit of it is gone.
After that, he pulls out a cigarette, lights it, and slowly releases the thick smoke between his black lips. He felt relaxed afterwards.
Outside, Seto searches for his son breaking through the crowds like red tape. He cursed a few times when caught by someone's grasp. Looking left and right, he didn't see a trace of his missing son. Then a thought came to mind. "The restroom," he silently replies.
Bolting through, he made it to the door to discover it being locked. Inside, Junior tosses the cigarette in the toilet and flushed it. "Damn it! I can't have any time to myself for one minute without a certain goon chasing me like a fox," the teen bangs on the wall using his fist.
He pulls out a cellular phone and dials a number. "I can't take this anymore. I want to get out of this hell hole called school." He bit his lip hearing the banging noise on the door getting louder. The other line answers, "Hello, you've reached Bakura's hotline. To speak with him in person, press 1 now."
Junior pushed the number and waited. Another line began to ring. The banging stopped for ten seconds until it resumed once again. Outside, Seto grabs one of the teens and used the person as a pillar to knock the door down. He gave up finding that the teen didn't have an iron head to break the door down but did get a nasty bump. Seto growls, "You haul your ass out here now, young man!"
"Go fuck yourself, rooster-necked, horny toad!" Junior remarks.
"Junior, I mean it! You get your gay ass out here!"
"No! And you can't make me!"
The students circled the scene. Once again, Seto ignores the crowd still trying to break the door down, "Junior, get out of there right now! You're not solving anything sitting on the throne!"
No answer. Instead, Seto waits for one. Inside, Junior climbs out the window and escapes the campus as a prisoner getting out of the cell the hard way. He ran away in time before the security guard can open the door. Junior laughs malevolently running and hearing the distant sound of Seto's swearing. His cellphone rings twice before he answers it. "Hello?" he responds.
Then came an answer, "Junior, it's Bakura. I'm on my way to get you. I'll be there in less than twenty seconds."
"Hurry! They're after me!"
"I'm coming. Hang on!"
The line went dead. Junior impatiently taps a foot. Ten seconds later, he sees Seto coming at him at a fast rate. 'Oh crap!' he screamed mentally. 'He wants to murder me. I'm telling Mom!'
A car pulls up seconds later. The car door opens. "Get in!" a voice commands.
Junior darts inside and shuts the door. Seto stops dead in his tracks swearing. Junior looks at the driver and smiles, "Right on time, Bakura."
"I'm always on time," Bakura winks. "By the way, who's the dork?"
Junior chokes, "My...father."
"That loser? He's so ugly..."
"Yeah. And he doesn't have much of a life but to hump my mother."
"Junior! Have you been watching the Playboy Channel again?"
"No, even if I did, I have no interest in women. How's Dale?"
"He's as happy as before, except he insists he wants to walk around naked."
"Huh? That's unusual. Oh well."
"So I put chains around his body and welded the main link."
"Okay...."
Seto began beating on the window and yelling threats. Junior just grins and made a goofy face taunting the CEO. Bakura joins in and stuck up his middle finger. This made Seto angrier. He snarls, "I'll kill you both and throw your bodies into a volcano!"
He could've sworn he heard the two laugh at him when the steam came out of his ears. Junior began making out with Bakura. During the process, he took off his shirt and tosses it aside. Seto watched in shock with his jaw dropped. Then his anger got the best of him for he growled. "You dirty bastard!" he cries out.
Inside the vehicle, Junior turns to the CEO and frowns, "Bakura, I believe he won't leave me alone. He seems to get a kick out of couples making out."
"Maybe it's because he isn't getting any," the white-haired rockstar joked. "He'll end up being an old pervert ugly as a monkey's ass."
"I hope it's not inherited."
"No way, Junior. You may have your father's looks, but you have most of your mother's genes."
"Right. So, I have nothing to worry about."
Bakura looks down at a space for a brief second then back to Junior, "Hey, I got something for you."
The teen's eyes lights up, "Really?"
"Yep, I'll give it to you when we go to your place tonight after...y'know."
"Oh-ho! You animal..."
Bakura growls seductively. Then the CEO attempted to break the window. Junior grabs his shirt from the floor and puts it on. "Let's go, Bakura. He's beginning to annoy me to no end."
"You read my mind." Bakura starts the engine and puts it in 'drive'. Hitting the accelerator, he left the CEO in the dust. "I'll find you soon enough, Junior!" Seto swore.
Later that morning, at Anjel's mansion, Dark is playing the Nintendo. Anjel didn't get why he wouldn't switch systems, but if it makes him happy, she'll respect his decision. Maybe it was because he's trying so hard to beat one game: Adventure Island. Plus, he didn't want any help from anyone. That's why Celtic clammed up and stands his ground.
For seventeen years, Dark has played that game and still can't get very far. He played that game from the time Anjel was only fourteen. To be frank, she's sick of it. So, she pulled the plug shutting off the power, "Dark, you've had enough for almost a decade. You have to quit."
"No, I was so close!" the magician cries out. "Why did you stop me?"
"Wake up and smell the coffee, Dark. You can't beat the last stage!"
"Please, let me play again. I'm begging you."
"No!"
Dark lowers his head sadly then thought of something to clear the air of the dark clouds, "Okay....Mrs. Kaiba."
Anjel stares at the magician then plugs the adaptor in the outlet. "Have fun."
"Whoo-hoo!"
"If you want my advice, I'd run like the dickens if I happen to encounter an egg with an eggplant inside."
"Why?"
"A 5,000 bonus when you reach the goal," Celtic explained.
Dark turns to the elf frowning, "Why didn't you say something before?"
"You wouldn't let me, dipshit."
"Anything else?"
"Yeah. Why don't you open your mouth wider so I can get your foot out?"
"How would you like to hold the world record of the largest lump on the head?"
"Not if I strike first!"
"In your dreams, you Link reject!"
"Like you're any better. You wear more purple than that stupid eggplant that drains your energy."
"You take that back."
"You're right. You're not an eggplant...."
Dark settles down and sits on the floor. Celtic finishes, "You're a purple crayon!"
"I hate you," the magician muttered.
Then Anjel taps her foot, "Dark, no muttering. If you have to speak, say it loud enough for everyone to hear you."
"Yes ma'am."
Seto enters the room still a bit miffed. Anjel turns to the CEO and blinks twice, "Seto, what in hell happened to you?"
"Your gay son ran away from me," the CEO replies. "First he tells me he doesn't want to talk to me. Then he cusses right in front of my face and talks about our sex life..."
"Junior? Naw, maybe you misunderstood him," Anjel waves a hand.
"He said I wasn't getting any. So, I tried beating some sense into that lump he calls a head."
"You beated my son? I ought to have you cuffed to a brick wall and whip the living daylights out of you. Proceed."
"He ran inside the school building, locks himself in the bathroom, and does only god knows what. I made a complete ass of myself breaking down the door...."
"Let me guess. You used a student as a pillar."
"How did you know?"
"I recall behaving like Junior. I would lock myself in the bathroom while my uncle uses a statue to break the door down. Go on. What happened to my son? Where is he?"
"He ran off with that demented rockstar. I figured he must've called him while I was trying to break the door down."
"....Is that all?"
"Yes, Anjel. What do I get for informing you?"
"I don't know. So far, you did nothing but hang around here. Don't you have to work or something?"
"Uh....I can't..."
"Why not?"
"I'm out of business. It seems when I was chasing after you for fifteen years, I neglected to keep my company running. I'm flat broke, and the only thing I kept is what I wore at the Battle City Tournament."
"You never told me that. Then again, I was in Egypt for fifteen years."
"This took place while you were in Egypt. Then Marik said some nasty things about you. He mentioned about you having a tattoo."
"And I still do."
Seto then felt light-headed, "I think I'm gonna pass out."
"I don't get you. What's wrong with a woman having a tattoo?" the red-haired beauty asked.
"It's how they can stand pain."
"Please, I couldn't bear the pain."
"Then why did you get one?"
"To anger my uncle."
"You're lying. You got one just to watch me shudder."
"Right, and I'm Cleopatra."
"You are to me."
"Well, since you're out of the job, you march out that door, and don't come back until you get one."
Seto drags his feet in sorrow exiting the mansion. Meanwhile, Junior came in through the back door sneaking to his room. His hair was mussed lightly, pants undone, and makeup smeared. He hears footsteps and fastens his pants after zipping it up. Anjel spots her son standing, "Hello, Junior. You're home early. Have a seat."
Junior looks around as he is sitting down slowly. Anjel pulls up a chair next to him, "Junior, I'm gonna ask you a question. And however you answer, I'll believe you."
She gently places her hand on his, "Why did you mention about my sex life to your father, and why did you run off with Bakura?"
"Well, I don't like him. And I called Bakura because Dad wanted to kill me."
"What did he say to make you run away?"
"He called me a bastard."
"Junior, you're full of it. But I believe that last part. But why didn't you call me if he is saying those things to you?"
"My battery is low."
"Next time, you charge your phone up at night. Now where were you after Bakura came?"
"We spent two hours in a motel. Mom, he wants to know if it's okay to marry me."
"Well, if you get married, you're gonna have to finish school....not that you didn't attend yet. First thing tomorrow, I'm taking you to school."
"Not that same place. I've been humiliated enough there."
"No, you're going to another school. I happen to know someone who went there."
"Like who?"
"Yugi Moto."
"The dude who owns the game shop?"
"Yep."
"I'm dead."
"Not really. It's either that or attend to a private school, and that place won't be nice to you. I found that out the hard way."
"Mom, I'm being serious. That person who calls himself the 'King of Games' is a loser."
"He never defeated me in a duel. I was going to be the master duelist, but somehow your father pulled a dirty stunt on me."
"What dirty stunt?"
"He used two of my cards against me. Thanks to him, I can kiss that title goodbye."
"You can still claim it. You just have to ask for a rematch."
"There's a problem. I'm not sure I want to."
"Are you saying you love the dork?"
"I think so."
"Oh boy!"
To be continued..........
Chapter 21
It's a new day, and the lazy teen awakens from his slumber. He dresses for the day, rushed downstairs, and flops on the couch to watch his morning program. To his disappointment, he forgot that he had to go to school. Ick!
His mother, acting sweeter than before, smiled to her son proudly, "My son's first day of school. How exciting!"
"Yeah, loads of happiness in here," the teen replies flatly. "I can't wait to go."
"C'mon, Junior, let's go. You don't want to be late for your very first day of school."
"Yes Mom. I don't want to give a bad example to the rest of the disease-carrying worms."
Seto came from out of the blue and wraps an arm around Anjel's waist. "Good morning, my beauty queen." He plants a kiss on her cheek.
Junior gasps, "What is he doing here? Did you leave the lock off his cage?"
"Not really," Anjel answers. "He's gonna take you to school."
"I thought Dark was gonna take me."
"I changed my mind. I figured you two have alot of catching up to do. After all, he's your father."
"I'd rather choke on a peach pit."
"Come now."
The red-haired beauty escorts the teen outside. After that, she shuts the door when Seto steps out. Junior glares at Seto dangerously, "I hate you."
Not reacting, he just smiles, "I'm glad you thought that way about me."
Junior growls and quickly got in the car. As soon as the taller man got in, Junior turns to the window. Seto tries to strike up a conversation, "Junior, why won't you look at me?"
The teen crosses his arms and snorted, "I don't look at hyenas."
"Uh-oh! Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."
"Let's just go before I walk."
Inside the mansion, Anjel sees the car pull out and drive away. On the road, Junior pulls out the eyeliner and applies it looking into a mirror. Seto glances at the teen blinking in confusion, "What are you doing?"
"Applying eyeliner," Junior answers working on the other eye.
"Why?"
"Mind your business, dude."
"Whatever. I just don't want you to go to school and let the kids make fun of you."
"It's my fault then." Junior puts the top on the eyeliner and places it into his backpack. He takes out a deck of cards and looks through them casually. Throughout that entire trip, Junior has been very quiet. The last thing he did before getting out of the car is putting on black lip liner and black lipstick. Seto gasps lightly to see his son turn into a gothic freak. "Son, are you in there?" he jokes.
"Of course I am, dude. And don't call me 'son'. I hardly know you," the teen threatens.
When Junior looks at the campus, he already spotted fifteen teens dressed in gothic clothing. "I'm gonna have no problem fitting in with that crowd." the green-haired teen smiles.
He walks down the walkway pretending he didn't see the crowd. Then, one of them spotted him and approaches to him. Too bad Junior didn't get to meet a person for Seto had pulled him by the arm to get his attention. "Junior, don't touch that thing. You don't know where it's been," the CEO said in a stuck-up voice.
"Let go of me, dude." Junior snatches his arm away, "I don't want your filthy hands touching me."
"Give me a break, Junior. I washed my hands."
"Doesn't matter, your hands will always be filthy from touching my mother's...."
"Junior!"
"That's my name. Don't wear it out."
"You need to watch your mouth, Junior. I'm still your father."
"Go to hell, punk!"
The students looks over to the two and is interested in this quarrel. Ignoring the students, Seto continues the argument, "You listen to me, you little brat......"
"Fuck you, old dude," Junior replies raising a hand to the CEO's face.
The CEO slaps the hand away, "You can't do this to me, you little stick person."
"I just did, you ignorant, ugly motherfucker!"
Seto slaps the teen across the face. "Watch your mouth, Junior. As long as your mother is engaged to me, I can still discipline your behind. What's it gonna be now? Are you gonna listen to me and behave or do you still want me to beat the living hell out of you?"
Junior ran inside the building at top speed hearing the sounds of laughing and taunting. Running down the hallways, he bolted into the mens restroom and into a stall. He cries his eyes out quietly so the other students couldn't hear him. Clutching his shirt, tears fell from his eyes and landed on the tiled floor. So much made his eyeliner run down his face. This isn't supposed to happen like this. Now that his opportunity is gone, he now believes that every student considers him a loser. He shakes the thought aside and reaches into his backpack to pull out a bag of cocaine with a straw inside. Dejectedly, he crinkles his nose, "Ugh, if Chaos is gonna use this crap, he could at least taken the straw out."
He reaches in the bag and tosses the used straw aside. Pulling out a clean straw, he cuts it in half with a pair of scissors and places one half in his backpack. He pours a small amount of the white powder into his hand, places the straw up his nose, and sniffs up the contents until every bit of it is gone.
After that, he pulls out a cigarette, lights it, and slowly releases the thick smoke between his black lips. He felt relaxed afterwards.
Outside, Seto searches for his son breaking through the crowds like red tape. He cursed a few times when caught by someone's grasp. Looking left and right, he didn't see a trace of his missing son. Then a thought came to mind. "The restroom," he silently replies.
Bolting through, he made it to the door to discover it being locked. Inside, Junior tosses the cigarette in the toilet and flushed it. "Damn it! I can't have any time to myself for one minute without a certain goon chasing me like a fox," the teen bangs on the wall using his fist.
He pulls out a cellular phone and dials a number. "I can't take this anymore. I want to get out of this hell hole called school." He bit his lip hearing the banging noise on the door getting louder. The other line answers, "Hello, you've reached Bakura's hotline. To speak with him in person, press 1 now."
Junior pushed the number and waited. Another line began to ring. The banging stopped for ten seconds until it resumed once again. Outside, Seto grabs one of the teens and used the person as a pillar to knock the door down. He gave up finding that the teen didn't have an iron head to break the door down but did get a nasty bump. Seto growls, "You haul your ass out here now, young man!"
"Go fuck yourself, rooster-necked, horny toad!" Junior remarks.
"Junior, I mean it! You get your gay ass out here!"
"No! And you can't make me!"
The students circled the scene. Once again, Seto ignores the crowd still trying to break the door down, "Junior, get out of there right now! You're not solving anything sitting on the throne!"
No answer. Instead, Seto waits for one. Inside, Junior climbs out the window and escapes the campus as a prisoner getting out of the cell the hard way. He ran away in time before the security guard can open the door. Junior laughs malevolently running and hearing the distant sound of Seto's swearing. His cellphone rings twice before he answers it. "Hello?" he responds.
Then came an answer, "Junior, it's Bakura. I'm on my way to get you. I'll be there in less than twenty seconds."
"Hurry! They're after me!"
"I'm coming. Hang on!"
The line went dead. Junior impatiently taps a foot. Ten seconds later, he sees Seto coming at him at a fast rate. 'Oh crap!' he screamed mentally. 'He wants to murder me. I'm telling Mom!'
A car pulls up seconds later. The car door opens. "Get in!" a voice commands.
Junior darts inside and shuts the door. Seto stops dead in his tracks swearing. Junior looks at the driver and smiles, "Right on time, Bakura."
"I'm always on time," Bakura winks. "By the way, who's the dork?"
Junior chokes, "My...father."
"That loser? He's so ugly..."
"Yeah. And he doesn't have much of a life but to hump my mother."
"Junior! Have you been watching the Playboy Channel again?"
"No, even if I did, I have no interest in women. How's Dale?"
"He's as happy as before, except he insists he wants to walk around naked."
"Huh? That's unusual. Oh well."
"So I put chains around his body and welded the main link."
"Okay...."
Seto began beating on the window and yelling threats. Junior just grins and made a goofy face taunting the CEO. Bakura joins in and stuck up his middle finger. This made Seto angrier. He snarls, "I'll kill you both and throw your bodies into a volcano!"
He could've sworn he heard the two laugh at him when the steam came out of his ears. Junior began making out with Bakura. During the process, he took off his shirt and tosses it aside. Seto watched in shock with his jaw dropped. Then his anger got the best of him for he growled. "You dirty bastard!" he cries out.
Inside the vehicle, Junior turns to the CEO and frowns, "Bakura, I believe he won't leave me alone. He seems to get a kick out of couples making out."
"Maybe it's because he isn't getting any," the white-haired rockstar joked. "He'll end up being an old pervert ugly as a monkey's ass."
"I hope it's not inherited."
"No way, Junior. You may have your father's looks, but you have most of your mother's genes."
"Right. So, I have nothing to worry about."
Bakura looks down at a space for a brief second then back to Junior, "Hey, I got something for you."
The teen's eyes lights up, "Really?"
"Yep, I'll give it to you when we go to your place tonight after...y'know."
"Oh-ho! You animal..."
Bakura growls seductively. Then the CEO attempted to break the window. Junior grabs his shirt from the floor and puts it on. "Let's go, Bakura. He's beginning to annoy me to no end."
"You read my mind." Bakura starts the engine and puts it in 'drive'. Hitting the accelerator, he left the CEO in the dust. "I'll find you soon enough, Junior!" Seto swore.
Later that morning, at Anjel's mansion, Dark is playing the Nintendo. Anjel didn't get why he wouldn't switch systems, but if it makes him happy, she'll respect his decision. Maybe it was because he's trying so hard to beat one game: Adventure Island. Plus, he didn't want any help from anyone. That's why Celtic clammed up and stands his ground.
For seventeen years, Dark has played that game and still can't get very far. He played that game from the time Anjel was only fourteen. To be frank, she's sick of it. So, she pulled the plug shutting off the power, "Dark, you've had enough for almost a decade. You have to quit."
"No, I was so close!" the magician cries out. "Why did you stop me?"
"Wake up and smell the coffee, Dark. You can't beat the last stage!"
"Please, let me play again. I'm begging you."
"No!"
Dark lowers his head sadly then thought of something to clear the air of the dark clouds, "Okay....Mrs. Kaiba."
Anjel stares at the magician then plugs the adaptor in the outlet. "Have fun."
"Whoo-hoo!"
"If you want my advice, I'd run like the dickens if I happen to encounter an egg with an eggplant inside."
"Why?"
"A 5,000 bonus when you reach the goal," Celtic explained.
Dark turns to the elf frowning, "Why didn't you say something before?"
"You wouldn't let me, dipshit."
"Anything else?"
"Yeah. Why don't you open your mouth wider so I can get your foot out?"
"How would you like to hold the world record of the largest lump on the head?"
"Not if I strike first!"
"In your dreams, you Link reject!"
"Like you're any better. You wear more purple than that stupid eggplant that drains your energy."
"You take that back."
"You're right. You're not an eggplant...."
Dark settles down and sits on the floor. Celtic finishes, "You're a purple crayon!"
"I hate you," the magician muttered.
Then Anjel taps her foot, "Dark, no muttering. If you have to speak, say it loud enough for everyone to hear you."
"Yes ma'am."
Seto enters the room still a bit miffed. Anjel turns to the CEO and blinks twice, "Seto, what in hell happened to you?"
"Your gay son ran away from me," the CEO replies. "First he tells me he doesn't want to talk to me. Then he cusses right in front of my face and talks about our sex life..."
"Junior? Naw, maybe you misunderstood him," Anjel waves a hand.
"He said I wasn't getting any. So, I tried beating some sense into that lump he calls a head."
"You beated my son? I ought to have you cuffed to a brick wall and whip the living daylights out of you. Proceed."
"He ran inside the school building, locks himself in the bathroom, and does only god knows what. I made a complete ass of myself breaking down the door...."
"Let me guess. You used a student as a pillar."
"How did you know?"
"I recall behaving like Junior. I would lock myself in the bathroom while my uncle uses a statue to break the door down. Go on. What happened to my son? Where is he?"
"He ran off with that demented rockstar. I figured he must've called him while I was trying to break the door down."
"....Is that all?"
"Yes, Anjel. What do I get for informing you?"
"I don't know. So far, you did nothing but hang around here. Don't you have to work or something?"
"Uh....I can't..."
"Why not?"
"I'm out of business. It seems when I was chasing after you for fifteen years, I neglected to keep my company running. I'm flat broke, and the only thing I kept is what I wore at the Battle City Tournament."
"You never told me that. Then again, I was in Egypt for fifteen years."
"This took place while you were in Egypt. Then Marik said some nasty things about you. He mentioned about you having a tattoo."
"And I still do."
Seto then felt light-headed, "I think I'm gonna pass out."
"I don't get you. What's wrong with a woman having a tattoo?" the red-haired beauty asked.
"It's how they can stand pain."
"Please, I couldn't bear the pain."
"Then why did you get one?"
"To anger my uncle."
"You're lying. You got one just to watch me shudder."
"Right, and I'm Cleopatra."
"You are to me."
"Well, since you're out of the job, you march out that door, and don't come back until you get one."
Seto drags his feet in sorrow exiting the mansion. Meanwhile, Junior came in through the back door sneaking to his room. His hair was mussed lightly, pants undone, and makeup smeared. He hears footsteps and fastens his pants after zipping it up. Anjel spots her son standing, "Hello, Junior. You're home early. Have a seat."
Junior looks around as he is sitting down slowly. Anjel pulls up a chair next to him, "Junior, I'm gonna ask you a question. And however you answer, I'll believe you."
She gently places her hand on his, "Why did you mention about my sex life to your father, and why did you run off with Bakura?"
"Well, I don't like him. And I called Bakura because Dad wanted to kill me."
"What did he say to make you run away?"
"He called me a bastard."
"Junior, you're full of it. But I believe that last part. But why didn't you call me if he is saying those things to you?"
"My battery is low."
"Next time, you charge your phone up at night. Now where were you after Bakura came?"
"We spent two hours in a motel. Mom, he wants to know if it's okay to marry me."
"Well, if you get married, you're gonna have to finish school....not that you didn't attend yet. First thing tomorrow, I'm taking you to school."
"Not that same place. I've been humiliated enough there."
"No, you're going to another school. I happen to know someone who went there."
"Like who?"
"Yugi Moto."
"The dude who owns the game shop?"
"Yep."
"I'm dead."
"Not really. It's either that or attend to a private school, and that place won't be nice to you. I found that out the hard way."
"Mom, I'm being serious. That person who calls himself the 'King of Games' is a loser."
"He never defeated me in a duel. I was going to be the master duelist, but somehow your father pulled a dirty stunt on me."
"What dirty stunt?"
"He used two of my cards against me. Thanks to him, I can kiss that title goodbye."
"You can still claim it. You just have to ask for a rematch."
"There's a problem. I'm not sure I want to."
"Are you saying you love the dork?"
"I think so."
"Oh boy!"
To be continued..........