A/N: I'm doing an oekaki and this idea just pops right into my head! It's like my muses are acutally encouraging shounen-ai...
Yugi/Yami: NEVER!!!!
Pikazoom: O_o...hmm...must be my strange imagination then...
Yami: duh. I'd never put myself with...Seto *shudder*
Pikazoom: *thinking* homophobes -_-
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN YU-GI-OH!!!! WAIIIII!!! *runs away crying*
Random Quote: FINALS ARE COMING!!! FINALS ARE COMING!!! AHHHH!!!!
And finally: I am not making fun of the disabled. I assure you. I respect everyone! ^_^
Crippled
It was a bright and sunny day in Domino. Students from the prestigious Domino High were quickly filing out, eager to go to the mall and arcade. A tri-colored hair boy stepped out, and breathed in the crisp spring air. He reopened his brilliant crimson eyes and headed for home.
"Yami!" The boy stopped at the call of his name. It was a rather strange name, meaning 'Darkness' and all, but his mother was never very sane before she died.
"Yami wait for me!" A brunette girl with blue eyes came bounding toward him.
"Hey Anzu," Yami said. Anzu Mazaki. A year younger than Yami, and a popular girl in school with an obvious infatuation for the most popular student, Yami Mutou. However, Yami was a naive guy when it came to romance and couldn't see it.
"I'm going to the library! Wanna come?" she asked enthusiastically...maybe a little too enthusiastically...
"No thanks. I have to help Jiichan (Grandpa) at the shop today," was the calm reply.
"Oh," her happy tone dropped. "Okay then. See you later Yami." And she sulked along to the library.
THUNK! Yami quickly looked to his right toward the sound. A bunch of rich snobs had tripped a guy. He had short brown hair and a pair of thick round glasses. It was Seto Kaiba. He was very unsocial, but he was a genius. He looked like a nerd, and he had test grades like a nerd, so people gave him the name 'brains boy.' He was picked on by the rich kids all the time. However, Seto seemed to be a pacifist and never fought back. He just stayed amazingly silent. If he didn't answer teacher's questions, they would've sworn he was mute.
The clink of Seto's thick-rimmed glasses stopped near Yami's leather boots. The crimson-eyed boy felt sorry for him being picked on all the time...he sometimes wondered what it would be like. "Here you go," Yami crouched and told the boy on the ground. The taller of the two grabbed his glasses and put them on as quickly as possible. In just a quick second, Yami saw that he was very handsome, but there was a scratch on his cheek from the fall that marred his face.
"Thank you," Seto mumbled softly before gathering his books off the ground and leaving. Yami stood up and followed him slowly. The two lived near each other, and they both walked home so they saw each other but never talked.
The walk home was long and quiet. The streets they ambled by were usually deserted. Yami felt something inside of him. He just wanted to run up to Seto and pull off those nerd spectacles of his. That handsome face with Seto's stern expression set off some kind of small spark in Yami. He yearned to see it again.
His train of thought was cut off by the screech of tires. A sleek, black convertible rounded quickly around the corner. Yami had no time to think as the car hit him, and the world went black.
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Yami slowly opened his crimson eyes. Where was he? He looked around. It was obviously a hospital. The pristine white walls, the needles, his heart monitor, etc. He relaxed and closed his eyes glad to be alive...but something felt off. The tri-colored hair boy opened his eyes and frowned. What felt wrong?
He looked around to find what irked him, but it was forgotten as he saw HIM. Seto Kaiba. Sleeping in a chair right next to his white bed. The boy's head was tilted back with his mouth open slightly. His glasses were still on. Yami frowned again and reached over to pluck them off when he felt himself being restrained. He turned back to a flat position and glared at whatever held him back. His left leg was in a cast, and so was his left arm...no wonder it felt so warm and itchy.
The crimson-eyed boy was beginning to become uncomfortable. He shifted around and stopped with a jerk. Yami suddenly thought he knew what was off. "No...no..." his voice trailed off in disbelief. He threw off the blanket and...
"..." Yami's eyes widened painfully. His hands flew to his mouth. He felt like he was going to hurl. His right leg was...amputated at the knee...
"No...No...NO!!!" he clutched at his head and shook it. No way this way happening! Yami looked again through tear-filled eyes. "NO!!!" he screamed again, thrashing and screaming. His heart monitor sped up and gave off a signal.
Suddenly, Yami felt a hand clench tightly around his right wrist. He opened his eyes and looked out with blurry vision.
"Don't do that. You'll make your left leg worse," Seto said sternly yet gently. Yami stopped imediately and stared at the brunette. Despite the situation, he couldn't help but think Seto's voice was soothing and sounded lovely in that tone.
Yami hiccuped. He broke down again. His leg was still gone, no matter what Seto said. Seto pulled him into a hug and let him cry into his Domino High uniform. Yami clutched Seto's arm and bawled into his chest.
The nurses ran in as fast as possible but screeched to a halt as they saw the two together. It seemed the situation was under control...his heart rate was back to normal at least.
One of the nurses walked over to a pile of slumbering people. She awoke a short old man with an orange bandanna. "Sir? Your grandson is awake," she informed him. With a huge gust of wind, he was up and gone.
"YAMI!!!! Are you okay grandson?!" Sugoroku Mutou came barrelling into the room. He jerked to a stop. A brunette boy acknowledged his presence by turning his head toward the man. The boy was rubbing Yami's back sympathetically.
"Jiichan..." Yami said softly, letting go of the cobalt-eyed boy.
"Are you alright?" Sugoroku asked again, hovering over him. Yami's tear-filled eyes looked away sadly. Sugoroku frowned. Maybe right now isn't the best time to talk to Yami. 'The poor boy must be shaken up,' Sugoroku thought. The grandfather redirected his attention to the brunette.
"Thank you for saving my grandson. If you hadn't been there to call 911 Yami wouldn't be here right now," Sugoroku bowed graciously. The reply was a slow nod.
"What is your name, sonny?"
The boy held out his hand in proper etiquette. "Seto Kaiba, sir," was the soft reply.
"Jiichan! Why didn't you wake me up when they said Yami was awake?!" a Yami look-a-like bound into the room.
Yugi Mutou. A little more than a year younger than his elder half-brother. He could be Yami's twin. Yami's mother died only a few weeks after her son's proud birth. Their father went off and was drowned in sorrow until he met Yugi's mother. They were married, and they had little Yugi. A couple years later, their father died, and Yugi's mother gathered up the children to move in with her father-in-law, Sugoroku.
"I'm sorry Yugi. I was just worried about my other favorite grandson," he said, patting the smaller boy on the head.
The chibi version of Yami crawled up onto the hospital bed. "Are you okay, Niisan (big brother)?" A pair of purple eyes looked at him with concern.
"I'm okay, I guess," he lied in response.
"Niisama? (big brother, sama suffix is more honorable than san)" Another voice came from the hallway. Seto walked over to the short black-haired kid.
"Did you need something, Mokuba?" he asked.
Mokuba shook his head "No. Just wanted to see if you were okay." The small boy yawned, and Seto led him over to the chair to go back to sleep.
A nurse walked in. "Well, it seems we have quite a crowd in here," she said. "This patient is...Yami Mutou? The doctor says you can check out tonight. You had a good recovery."
"Jiichan? How's is Niisan going to get around at school?" Yugi asked curiously.
"I suppose you'll have to push him around in a wheelchair, little Yugi. Would you mind?" Jiichan asked. Yugi shooked his head.
"Demo...I have my own friends..." Yami protested quietly.
"I can do it. I'm in the same grade as Yami," Seto offered almost inaudibly. Yami was amazed at the amount of words that Seto had spoken today. He noticed that the brunette "forgot" to mention that the closest person that came to a friend of his was Ryou Bakura, another silent of the school, but he was in Yugi's grade.
"Would you mind?" Sugoroku asked again, only to Seto this time. Seto nodded and picked up Mokuba.
"We should get home. I'll pick Yami up on Monday at 7:00," he stated and left.
'Why so early? School starts at eight...' Yami thought silently. 'Boy, I wonder how my friends will react...'
A/N: Boy indeed. Tune in for the next chapter! Please review too!
Yami: NO DON'T!!!
For those that read the bottom PREVIEW OF NEXT CHAPTER: How ARE his friends going to react? Also, maybe we'll find out more about Seto and his silent demeanor. ;) The angst is just starting, so stay tuned!
About my other fics: Writer's block. Trying REAL REAL hard.
Yugi/Yami: NEVER!!!!
Pikazoom: O_o...hmm...must be my strange imagination then...
Yami: duh. I'd never put myself with...Seto *shudder*
Pikazoom: *thinking* homophobes -_-
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN YU-GI-OH!!!! WAIIIII!!! *runs away crying*
Random Quote: FINALS ARE COMING!!! FINALS ARE COMING!!! AHHHH!!!!
And finally: I am not making fun of the disabled. I assure you. I respect everyone! ^_^
Crippled
It was a bright and sunny day in Domino. Students from the prestigious Domino High were quickly filing out, eager to go to the mall and arcade. A tri-colored hair boy stepped out, and breathed in the crisp spring air. He reopened his brilliant crimson eyes and headed for home.
"Yami!" The boy stopped at the call of his name. It was a rather strange name, meaning 'Darkness' and all, but his mother was never very sane before she died.
"Yami wait for me!" A brunette girl with blue eyes came bounding toward him.
"Hey Anzu," Yami said. Anzu Mazaki. A year younger than Yami, and a popular girl in school with an obvious infatuation for the most popular student, Yami Mutou. However, Yami was a naive guy when it came to romance and couldn't see it.
"I'm going to the library! Wanna come?" she asked enthusiastically...maybe a little too enthusiastically...
"No thanks. I have to help Jiichan (Grandpa) at the shop today," was the calm reply.
"Oh," her happy tone dropped. "Okay then. See you later Yami." And she sulked along to the library.
THUNK! Yami quickly looked to his right toward the sound. A bunch of rich snobs had tripped a guy. He had short brown hair and a pair of thick round glasses. It was Seto Kaiba. He was very unsocial, but he was a genius. He looked like a nerd, and he had test grades like a nerd, so people gave him the name 'brains boy.' He was picked on by the rich kids all the time. However, Seto seemed to be a pacifist and never fought back. He just stayed amazingly silent. If he didn't answer teacher's questions, they would've sworn he was mute.
The clink of Seto's thick-rimmed glasses stopped near Yami's leather boots. The crimson-eyed boy felt sorry for him being picked on all the time...he sometimes wondered what it would be like. "Here you go," Yami crouched and told the boy on the ground. The taller of the two grabbed his glasses and put them on as quickly as possible. In just a quick second, Yami saw that he was very handsome, but there was a scratch on his cheek from the fall that marred his face.
"Thank you," Seto mumbled softly before gathering his books off the ground and leaving. Yami stood up and followed him slowly. The two lived near each other, and they both walked home so they saw each other but never talked.
The walk home was long and quiet. The streets they ambled by were usually deserted. Yami felt something inside of him. He just wanted to run up to Seto and pull off those nerd spectacles of his. That handsome face with Seto's stern expression set off some kind of small spark in Yami. He yearned to see it again.
His train of thought was cut off by the screech of tires. A sleek, black convertible rounded quickly around the corner. Yami had no time to think as the car hit him, and the world went black.
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Yami slowly opened his crimson eyes. Where was he? He looked around. It was obviously a hospital. The pristine white walls, the needles, his heart monitor, etc. He relaxed and closed his eyes glad to be alive...but something felt off. The tri-colored hair boy opened his eyes and frowned. What felt wrong?
He looked around to find what irked him, but it was forgotten as he saw HIM. Seto Kaiba. Sleeping in a chair right next to his white bed. The boy's head was tilted back with his mouth open slightly. His glasses were still on. Yami frowned again and reached over to pluck them off when he felt himself being restrained. He turned back to a flat position and glared at whatever held him back. His left leg was in a cast, and so was his left arm...no wonder it felt so warm and itchy.
The crimson-eyed boy was beginning to become uncomfortable. He shifted around and stopped with a jerk. Yami suddenly thought he knew what was off. "No...no..." his voice trailed off in disbelief. He threw off the blanket and...
"..." Yami's eyes widened painfully. His hands flew to his mouth. He felt like he was going to hurl. His right leg was...amputated at the knee...
"No...No...NO!!!" he clutched at his head and shook it. No way this way happening! Yami looked again through tear-filled eyes. "NO!!!" he screamed again, thrashing and screaming. His heart monitor sped up and gave off a signal.
Suddenly, Yami felt a hand clench tightly around his right wrist. He opened his eyes and looked out with blurry vision.
"Don't do that. You'll make your left leg worse," Seto said sternly yet gently. Yami stopped imediately and stared at the brunette. Despite the situation, he couldn't help but think Seto's voice was soothing and sounded lovely in that tone.
Yami hiccuped. He broke down again. His leg was still gone, no matter what Seto said. Seto pulled him into a hug and let him cry into his Domino High uniform. Yami clutched Seto's arm and bawled into his chest.
The nurses ran in as fast as possible but screeched to a halt as they saw the two together. It seemed the situation was under control...his heart rate was back to normal at least.
One of the nurses walked over to a pile of slumbering people. She awoke a short old man with an orange bandanna. "Sir? Your grandson is awake," she informed him. With a huge gust of wind, he was up and gone.
"YAMI!!!! Are you okay grandson?!" Sugoroku Mutou came barrelling into the room. He jerked to a stop. A brunette boy acknowledged his presence by turning his head toward the man. The boy was rubbing Yami's back sympathetically.
"Jiichan..." Yami said softly, letting go of the cobalt-eyed boy.
"Are you alright?" Sugoroku asked again, hovering over him. Yami's tear-filled eyes looked away sadly. Sugoroku frowned. Maybe right now isn't the best time to talk to Yami. 'The poor boy must be shaken up,' Sugoroku thought. The grandfather redirected his attention to the brunette.
"Thank you for saving my grandson. If you hadn't been there to call 911 Yami wouldn't be here right now," Sugoroku bowed graciously. The reply was a slow nod.
"What is your name, sonny?"
The boy held out his hand in proper etiquette. "Seto Kaiba, sir," was the soft reply.
"Jiichan! Why didn't you wake me up when they said Yami was awake?!" a Yami look-a-like bound into the room.
Yugi Mutou. A little more than a year younger than his elder half-brother. He could be Yami's twin. Yami's mother died only a few weeks after her son's proud birth. Their father went off and was drowned in sorrow until he met Yugi's mother. They were married, and they had little Yugi. A couple years later, their father died, and Yugi's mother gathered up the children to move in with her father-in-law, Sugoroku.
"I'm sorry Yugi. I was just worried about my other favorite grandson," he said, patting the smaller boy on the head.
The chibi version of Yami crawled up onto the hospital bed. "Are you okay, Niisan (big brother)?" A pair of purple eyes looked at him with concern.
"I'm okay, I guess," he lied in response.
"Niisama? (big brother, sama suffix is more honorable than san)" Another voice came from the hallway. Seto walked over to the short black-haired kid.
"Did you need something, Mokuba?" he asked.
Mokuba shook his head "No. Just wanted to see if you were okay." The small boy yawned, and Seto led him over to the chair to go back to sleep.
A nurse walked in. "Well, it seems we have quite a crowd in here," she said. "This patient is...Yami Mutou? The doctor says you can check out tonight. You had a good recovery."
"Jiichan? How's is Niisan going to get around at school?" Yugi asked curiously.
"I suppose you'll have to push him around in a wheelchair, little Yugi. Would you mind?" Jiichan asked. Yugi shooked his head.
"Demo...I have my own friends..." Yami protested quietly.
"I can do it. I'm in the same grade as Yami," Seto offered almost inaudibly. Yami was amazed at the amount of words that Seto had spoken today. He noticed that the brunette "forgot" to mention that the closest person that came to a friend of his was Ryou Bakura, another silent of the school, but he was in Yugi's grade.
"Would you mind?" Sugoroku asked again, only to Seto this time. Seto nodded and picked up Mokuba.
"We should get home. I'll pick Yami up on Monday at 7:00," he stated and left.
'Why so early? School starts at eight...' Yami thought silently. 'Boy, I wonder how my friends will react...'
A/N: Boy indeed. Tune in for the next chapter! Please review too!
Yami: NO DON'T!!!
For those that read the bottom PREVIEW OF NEXT CHAPTER: How ARE his friends going to react? Also, maybe we'll find out more about Seto and his silent demeanor. ;) The angst is just starting, so stay tuned!
About my other fics: Writer's block. Trying REAL REAL hard.