A/N: Wow...so many reviews! I'm so touched! I usually get only one on my
first chappie XD
Yami/Yugi: How could you guys? Reading her junk!!!!
Pikazoom: *whacks them* My muses don't do very much except COMPLAIN. *glare*
To my reviewers:
Amethyst Sin and Yami Phiona: *gives both of them chibi Seto plushies* Wicked Witch of the North? No.that wasn't planned.hehe
Demented Yami: *gives Demented a chibi Seto plushie* Ra has no need to command me! ^_^ I'm continuing!
Animefan: *hands her a chibi Seto plushie* Thanks for the manga. However, my muses passed out from nosebleeds after the third page. -_-
Adrie: *hands her a chibi Seto plushie* Adorable? Thank you :)
Blue September: Dun worry! I will make sure he doesn't forget so soon. ;) *hands her a chibi Seto plushie*
George the Stalker: *hands him a chibi Seto plushie* It will have a happy ending. Dun worry ;)
Crippled Chapter 2: Mystery
Seto did come at 7:00. Much too early for Yami's liking, and he displayed it when by taking his time getting ready. Besides having only one useful limb at the moment, he didn't want to go to school...he looked so...strange without the rest of his right leg. It always scared him when he glanced at his disability.
Yami sat there on his bed. How was he going to get into his wheelchair? He had only one arm to push himself over with, and he didn't want to disturb Jiichan or Yugi. Yami pulled the contraption closer with his cast leg, and then pushed off the bed. Yami missed and hit the ground in serious pain. His winced and cursed as crystal tears appeared in his eyes from pain and frustration. Darn this predicament of his!
Suddenly, the reality that he would be in this situation for the next few recovery months or so hit him, and he sobbed into the dark blue carpet. His tears stopped as he felt a pair of strong arms pick him up.
"S-Seto!" Yami gasped out. A blush crept up to his face...he actually let Seto see him in one of his weakest moments!
Seto placed Yami gently into the metal movable chair and slowly wheeled him out. Yami yelled a quick goodbye to Jiichan and Yugi before he was pushed out of the door.
"Hey Yami!" a raven-haired child exclaimed, bouncing around as if on a sugar high.
"H-hey Mokuba. What are you doing here?" Yami replied. Mokuba was here too? Yami hoped his eyes weren't puffy and red.
The child laughed. "Niisama takes me to school every morning!" That's why they left so early! It was to get Mokuba to school! Yami almost laughed at his stupidity.
The walk to Mokuba's school was a rather quiet one. Seto didn't say much, and Yami supposed Mokuba was used it by now. Before he knew it, Mokuba had been dropped off, leaving Yami to stare dead ahead with Seto pushing him along.
"So, how come your parents don't take Mokuba to school?" Yami asked. Seto certainly must get up early!
Seto coughed. "I...none," was all Yami caught. He turned his head as far around as he could and attempted to give Seto a confused look. "I have no parents," Seto stated.
Yami whirled his head around back to the front. How insensitive he must be! The crimson-eyed boy mentally hit/whacked/pounded/beat himself and said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked..."
"...It's fine."
The sound of wheels crushing gravel was the reigning sound until they came to the school gate. Yami breathed in deeply. Here they were. He considered asking Seto to take him back to the shop or just leave him in a place where he couldn't be seen.
"Ready?" Seto asked, as if he understood perfectly what Yami was thinking. Yami gave a long, slow nod.
Yami unconciously held his breath as Seto pushed him foward. He ducked his head as they went through the entrance. He could hear everyone gasp, feel everyone point and stare. Then, the whispers started.
"Hey, look at that...his right leg isn't there..."
"Whoa...that's just way too creepy."
"He looks so strange..."
"He doesn't look so great now."
"Hah. Bet he won't be Mr. Popular from now on. He better get off his high horse cause he ain't a 'hottie' anymore," a random guy said, mimicking what the girls always said about Yami. The words stung. His friends wouldn't really desert him just because he was different...would they? And, was he really 'on a high horse?' He'd always tried to be nice...
"Ignore it, Yami. They always says bad things like that," Seto said, expressionless. It wasn't THAT simple. How does a guy get used to taunting?
"Hey guys! Whatcha all talking abou-EEEEE!" Anzu rushed up excitedly, then screamed at the sight of Yami.
"Hi Anzu..." Yami said. Anzu would accept him, right? They'd always talked before...all the time!
"Y-y-yami...YOUR LEG IS MISSING!!!" the brunette girl screeched. If anyone didn't know beforehand, they certainly knew now! Yami almost groaned at the thought.
"Yeah...I got into an accident on Friday," the disabled boy explained. He winced mentally as the cruel reality hit him once more.
"But...you'll get a new leg, right?!" she asked in hysterics.
"I don't think they grow back, Anzu."
"..."
"What's wrong?" Yami asked, his confidence of acceptance fading away.
"I'm sorry Yami, but you're a...you're a FREAK!" she screamed again and ran away. I mean, Yami was a nice guy, but she wanted a nice body too.
A fit of giggles started through the long hallway at Yami's new nickname. Apparently, his character was forgotten, and all that remained was a hideously deformed body. Yami could feel the tears stinging...his "friends" really were all shallow...
Yami didn't even care when the wheelchair began to move again. He sniffled and tried to hold back his embarassing tears. Suddenly, the crimson-eyed boy found himself in the boy's bathroom. He tried to wipe away the salty tears with the back of his hands, but more kept coming.
"Just cry it all out," Seto told him. Yami turned to his left where Seto was watching him and sobbed into Seto's uniform like at the hospital. Seto patted the boy's back sympathetically and peered at him through his thick- rimmed glasses. It wasn't easy to be hated or mocked, especially if it happens so suddenly.
A bell rang through the halls and carried the sound into the boy's lavatory. It was warning that class would start in ten minutes.
"It's time to go Yami," Seto stated. Yami released his hold from the cobalt-eyed boy and nodded. He realized he'd just gone and cried in front of Seto again, and a crimson that matched his eyes tinted his pale and wet face.
When Yami's face was dry, the brunette boy wheeled him out toward their homeroom. Seto had called the principal and his schedule was switched around to all of Yami's classes.
The first half of school passed by slowly for Yami. He could feel everyone, including teachers, give him looks. Some were of pity, but most were of disbelief and taunting. No teacher would call on him class, and no person wanted to sit by him. And to think, it was all because he...looked different. Seto began to wheel Yami out to the cafeteria after their English class.
Seto walked away for a second to get their lunches, when a shadow loomed over the gloomy Yami. The tri-colored hair boy looked up in curiousity when the darkness didn't move. It was Yamaki Uchida, the school bully. He'd had a bad reputation...in all five schools he'd been in within the last two years. Even teachers were afraid of him.
"Hey 'Mr. Popular,'" he mocked. "Where's your friends? Well, it seems like your all alone...oh, and crippled too...all defenseless. Why don't you hand over your lunch money, and I won't pound your face in, okay?"
Yami looked down in defeat and began to dig out his wallet, which would have actually been for tomorrow because he'd given Seto his money for today, when Seto's shoes appeared next to his chair. The brunette dropped a bunch of yen into Uchida's hands and said simply, "Here. You can have mine."
The bully burst out laughing before leaving telling him, "Thanks loser!"
Seto dropped down in a seat next to Yami and handed the crimson-eyed boy his lunch. Ryou Bakura from the lower grade plopped down next to him quietly.
"Neeee Seto, don't you want any food? You can have mine if you want," the snow-haired boy offered politely.
"No wait. He should have mine because its my fault," Yami cut in.
"I'll be fine," he said silently, pulling out a measly bag of apple slices and eating them.
"Are you su-"
"I'm fine," Seto interrupted, continuing to munch on his fruit. "After all, it wouldn't be fair. Your lunch money DID pay for YOUR lunch," he stated. Yami frowned, but began to eat anyway. Ryou followed suit.
Time passed quickly, and Yami suddenly found himself in PE. He sat near the brown bleachers, watching everyone playing, or getting creamed, in dodgeball. Seto stood close to him to make sure Yami wasn't hit. No one really aimed at Yami, but Seto got whacked a lot.
Yami raised an eyebrow as a girl, who had been chatting with her friends, pranced up to one of her teammates and whispered into his ear, pointing toward Yami. The two snickered, and he winced. Before he could think, the guy picked up the red ball and flung it at him when the teacher wasn't paying attention.
"Eh?!" Yami shielded himself with his one arm, but an impact never came.
"I believe you're out, Rama," Seto's voice said in a dead serious tone. Yami looked up at him. Not only had the brunette caught Rama's ball, but he was glaring at him through his glasses.
'No way...he caught the ball? Then how come he kept getting beamed everytime the ball went toward him? Maybe there's more to Seto than he lets on...' Yami thought in wonder.
The slow amble home afterschool was well...lethargic...Yami just wanted to go home and curse his misfortune. Just because of his leg he lost all his friends! Well...at least he met Seto...
Seto...Seto was more or less a mystery. He was usually a pacifist with an expressionless face...but during PE...he showed clear anger and distaste. Not to mention he caught a ball after being beamed tons of times. Yami got the feeling it wasn't just luck the ball flew into his hand. And those glasses. Behind them was perfection, so how come Seto wears them? He could be popular if he just had contacts...
Suddenly, Yami came to a conclusion. Even if Seto was really athletic and handsome, he didn't care for the popular crowd. It made sense...after what he realized today...
Yami/Yugi: How could you guys? Reading her junk!!!!
Pikazoom: *whacks them* My muses don't do very much except COMPLAIN. *glare*
To my reviewers:
Amethyst Sin and Yami Phiona: *gives both of them chibi Seto plushies* Wicked Witch of the North? No.that wasn't planned.hehe
Demented Yami: *gives Demented a chibi Seto plushie* Ra has no need to command me! ^_^ I'm continuing!
Animefan: *hands her a chibi Seto plushie* Thanks for the manga. However, my muses passed out from nosebleeds after the third page. -_-
Adrie: *hands her a chibi Seto plushie* Adorable? Thank you :)
Blue September: Dun worry! I will make sure he doesn't forget so soon. ;) *hands her a chibi Seto plushie*
George the Stalker: *hands him a chibi Seto plushie* It will have a happy ending. Dun worry ;)
Crippled Chapter 2: Mystery
Seto did come at 7:00. Much too early for Yami's liking, and he displayed it when by taking his time getting ready. Besides having only one useful limb at the moment, he didn't want to go to school...he looked so...strange without the rest of his right leg. It always scared him when he glanced at his disability.
Yami sat there on his bed. How was he going to get into his wheelchair? He had only one arm to push himself over with, and he didn't want to disturb Jiichan or Yugi. Yami pulled the contraption closer with his cast leg, and then pushed off the bed. Yami missed and hit the ground in serious pain. His winced and cursed as crystal tears appeared in his eyes from pain and frustration. Darn this predicament of his!
Suddenly, the reality that he would be in this situation for the next few recovery months or so hit him, and he sobbed into the dark blue carpet. His tears stopped as he felt a pair of strong arms pick him up.
"S-Seto!" Yami gasped out. A blush crept up to his face...he actually let Seto see him in one of his weakest moments!
Seto placed Yami gently into the metal movable chair and slowly wheeled him out. Yami yelled a quick goodbye to Jiichan and Yugi before he was pushed out of the door.
"Hey Yami!" a raven-haired child exclaimed, bouncing around as if on a sugar high.
"H-hey Mokuba. What are you doing here?" Yami replied. Mokuba was here too? Yami hoped his eyes weren't puffy and red.
The child laughed. "Niisama takes me to school every morning!" That's why they left so early! It was to get Mokuba to school! Yami almost laughed at his stupidity.
The walk to Mokuba's school was a rather quiet one. Seto didn't say much, and Yami supposed Mokuba was used it by now. Before he knew it, Mokuba had been dropped off, leaving Yami to stare dead ahead with Seto pushing him along.
"So, how come your parents don't take Mokuba to school?" Yami asked. Seto certainly must get up early!
Seto coughed. "I...none," was all Yami caught. He turned his head as far around as he could and attempted to give Seto a confused look. "I have no parents," Seto stated.
Yami whirled his head around back to the front. How insensitive he must be! The crimson-eyed boy mentally hit/whacked/pounded/beat himself and said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked..."
"...It's fine."
The sound of wheels crushing gravel was the reigning sound until they came to the school gate. Yami breathed in deeply. Here they were. He considered asking Seto to take him back to the shop or just leave him in a place where he couldn't be seen.
"Ready?" Seto asked, as if he understood perfectly what Yami was thinking. Yami gave a long, slow nod.
Yami unconciously held his breath as Seto pushed him foward. He ducked his head as they went through the entrance. He could hear everyone gasp, feel everyone point and stare. Then, the whispers started.
"Hey, look at that...his right leg isn't there..."
"Whoa...that's just way too creepy."
"He looks so strange..."
"He doesn't look so great now."
"Hah. Bet he won't be Mr. Popular from now on. He better get off his high horse cause he ain't a 'hottie' anymore," a random guy said, mimicking what the girls always said about Yami. The words stung. His friends wouldn't really desert him just because he was different...would they? And, was he really 'on a high horse?' He'd always tried to be nice...
"Ignore it, Yami. They always says bad things like that," Seto said, expressionless. It wasn't THAT simple. How does a guy get used to taunting?
"Hey guys! Whatcha all talking abou-EEEEE!" Anzu rushed up excitedly, then screamed at the sight of Yami.
"Hi Anzu..." Yami said. Anzu would accept him, right? They'd always talked before...all the time!
"Y-y-yami...YOUR LEG IS MISSING!!!" the brunette girl screeched. If anyone didn't know beforehand, they certainly knew now! Yami almost groaned at the thought.
"Yeah...I got into an accident on Friday," the disabled boy explained. He winced mentally as the cruel reality hit him once more.
"But...you'll get a new leg, right?!" she asked in hysterics.
"I don't think they grow back, Anzu."
"..."
"What's wrong?" Yami asked, his confidence of acceptance fading away.
"I'm sorry Yami, but you're a...you're a FREAK!" she screamed again and ran away. I mean, Yami was a nice guy, but she wanted a nice body too.
A fit of giggles started through the long hallway at Yami's new nickname. Apparently, his character was forgotten, and all that remained was a hideously deformed body. Yami could feel the tears stinging...his "friends" really were all shallow...
Yami didn't even care when the wheelchair began to move again. He sniffled and tried to hold back his embarassing tears. Suddenly, the crimson-eyed boy found himself in the boy's bathroom. He tried to wipe away the salty tears with the back of his hands, but more kept coming.
"Just cry it all out," Seto told him. Yami turned to his left where Seto was watching him and sobbed into Seto's uniform like at the hospital. Seto patted the boy's back sympathetically and peered at him through his thick- rimmed glasses. It wasn't easy to be hated or mocked, especially if it happens so suddenly.
A bell rang through the halls and carried the sound into the boy's lavatory. It was warning that class would start in ten minutes.
"It's time to go Yami," Seto stated. Yami released his hold from the cobalt-eyed boy and nodded. He realized he'd just gone and cried in front of Seto again, and a crimson that matched his eyes tinted his pale and wet face.
When Yami's face was dry, the brunette boy wheeled him out toward their homeroom. Seto had called the principal and his schedule was switched around to all of Yami's classes.
The first half of school passed by slowly for Yami. He could feel everyone, including teachers, give him looks. Some were of pity, but most were of disbelief and taunting. No teacher would call on him class, and no person wanted to sit by him. And to think, it was all because he...looked different. Seto began to wheel Yami out to the cafeteria after their English class.
Seto walked away for a second to get their lunches, when a shadow loomed over the gloomy Yami. The tri-colored hair boy looked up in curiousity when the darkness didn't move. It was Yamaki Uchida, the school bully. He'd had a bad reputation...in all five schools he'd been in within the last two years. Even teachers were afraid of him.
"Hey 'Mr. Popular,'" he mocked. "Where's your friends? Well, it seems like your all alone...oh, and crippled too...all defenseless. Why don't you hand over your lunch money, and I won't pound your face in, okay?"
Yami looked down in defeat and began to dig out his wallet, which would have actually been for tomorrow because he'd given Seto his money for today, when Seto's shoes appeared next to his chair. The brunette dropped a bunch of yen into Uchida's hands and said simply, "Here. You can have mine."
The bully burst out laughing before leaving telling him, "Thanks loser!"
Seto dropped down in a seat next to Yami and handed the crimson-eyed boy his lunch. Ryou Bakura from the lower grade plopped down next to him quietly.
"Neeee Seto, don't you want any food? You can have mine if you want," the snow-haired boy offered politely.
"No wait. He should have mine because its my fault," Yami cut in.
"I'll be fine," he said silently, pulling out a measly bag of apple slices and eating them.
"Are you su-"
"I'm fine," Seto interrupted, continuing to munch on his fruit. "After all, it wouldn't be fair. Your lunch money DID pay for YOUR lunch," he stated. Yami frowned, but began to eat anyway. Ryou followed suit.
Time passed quickly, and Yami suddenly found himself in PE. He sat near the brown bleachers, watching everyone playing, or getting creamed, in dodgeball. Seto stood close to him to make sure Yami wasn't hit. No one really aimed at Yami, but Seto got whacked a lot.
Yami raised an eyebrow as a girl, who had been chatting with her friends, pranced up to one of her teammates and whispered into his ear, pointing toward Yami. The two snickered, and he winced. Before he could think, the guy picked up the red ball and flung it at him when the teacher wasn't paying attention.
"Eh?!" Yami shielded himself with his one arm, but an impact never came.
"I believe you're out, Rama," Seto's voice said in a dead serious tone. Yami looked up at him. Not only had the brunette caught Rama's ball, but he was glaring at him through his glasses.
'No way...he caught the ball? Then how come he kept getting beamed everytime the ball went toward him? Maybe there's more to Seto than he lets on...' Yami thought in wonder.
The slow amble home afterschool was well...lethargic...Yami just wanted to go home and curse his misfortune. Just because of his leg he lost all his friends! Well...at least he met Seto...
Seto...Seto was more or less a mystery. He was usually a pacifist with an expressionless face...but during PE...he showed clear anger and distaste. Not to mention he caught a ball after being beamed tons of times. Yami got the feeling it wasn't just luck the ball flew into his hand. And those glasses. Behind them was perfection, so how come Seto wears them? He could be popular if he just had contacts...
Suddenly, Yami came to a conclusion. Even if Seto was really athletic and handsome, he didn't care for the popular crowd. It made sense...after what he realized today...