Author's Note: Hello! OK this is something I just randomly thought up (it might suck, I'm going to try to write it anyways) after watching Gladiator and Titanic. If it's really bad, please don't rant and rave at me, because I don't care. R/R if it's any good (good being the key word). Oh, by the way, my signs are reversed. 'Blah' is speech, and "blah" are thoughts.
If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh I could afford to buy a computer with a Word program that doesn't have a mind of it's own. Unfortunately, I don't. Boo freakity hoo.
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Normal P.O.V.
Seto was irritated. Not that he didn't want to see Mokuba flapping his arms around wearing a white dress with white fuzzy wings, he just didn't have time. He had a speech to perfect for tomorrow, and it was late. Not to mention Mokuba wanted him to stay and mingle with these...er...people. In this crowd of low-lived morons, he noticed that of all people Mokuba was staying and chatting lightly with Yugi and Joey. He glanced coldly over at the three of them, and his eyes met Joey's. He and Joey both immediately turned their glance toward the same spot on the floor, and Seto noticing this, became even more irritated, and started to walk towards the door.
'Come on Mokuba, it's late and I have to finish that speech. We'd best be going.' And risking a look at his little brother, he turned around. The same thing happened. He and Joey's eyes met again, only this time he smirked, almost daring Joey to say something to him. He didn't.
'Alright Seto, I'll be out in a minute!' Mokuba responded, rather obediently. He knew his brother had a lot to do, but he felt like Seto was taking advantage of the situation. He didn't like Mokuba talking with Yugi or any of his friends.
After Seto and Mokuba had arrived home, and Mokuba had gone to bed, Seto finally got a chance to work on his speech in peace. But he couldn't concentrate.
"Maybe I need a break..." he thought. 'Alright, I'll go for a walk.' And he headed out the door.
He knew it was probably would have been better if he hadn't taken to alleys, but he wanted to avoid human contact. He wasn't paying attention to where he was walking anyways. After minutes of pointless wandering, Seto realized he had no idea where he was. He knew from the stories that Mokuba had told him off the news (he never watched TV) that when you're lost, just stop and think, and don't freak out. Well, when Seto stopped, everything became quite. His footsteps weren't there anymore, and he could hear the wind rustling the bits of paper and trash on the ground. But there was something else too. If he listened closely he could hear low grunts, which might have been words. After a minute of wondering whether he was imagining these, he started off, following the noises.
Seto's P.O.V.
I heard some voices, low and gruff, but I followed them anyways. I'm amazed that I could even find where they were coming from with just my ears, but I did. I found myself peeking around a corner into a dead end, where four large, heavy men were ganging up on a smaller blonde one. Not until I heard the smaller one yell did I realize it was Joey. One of the large men, dressed in black, went over to Joey, cautious of what he might do. They must have heard his reputation. Joey took care of him like it was no problem. He kicked the guy in the stomach, then slammed his head against the brick wall of the alley, and threw him aside. He must have had a look on his face daring the rest to join their friend on the ground, but they all came at once. Two held Joeys arms and tied them behind his back, and then tied his legs up as well. The third, hit him in the stomach, making him double over. When he straitened up again, the guy hit him again. They beat Joey until he couldn't move on his own. Then the one who beat him up went over and started to unzip his pants. I could see the pain, uncomfort, and shame in his eyes, but he did nothing. This was crossing the line. Before I knew what I was doing, I had stepped into the alley.
'Why don't the three of you go on and play your games somewhere else?' I asked. They did nothing. 'Alright, you have to the count of ten to get your sorry asses out of my sight or I'm calling the police.' I took my phone out and dangled it in front of them. 'One...two...three...' they all ran, the stupid bastards. I called the police anyways. I don't know whether they ever caught them, but I didn't care.
Now Joey was looking just pathetic. He was leaning against the wall, his legs and arms tied up, and his pants unzipped. I didn't want to go untie his limbs, but what choice did I have? I just scared away his attackers, and then I had to finish the job.
Mentally, I kicked myself. Why did I care whether Joey was beaten and raped? It mattered not to me, nor Mokuba. And he must be kicking himself as well for having me, the one who calls him mutt, save him, when he himself couldn't. I could still see the shame burning in his eyes, and the pain from his beating. I can almost feel it. Then a small voice in my head, that I never knew I had, being as it was my conscience, said something to me.
'Why do you hesitate to untie him, Seto?' it questioned. I don't know. 'Why don't you go finish your act of heroism? You weren't hesitant before to help him. Why are you now?' I don't know, and I don't understand why.
And if I hadn't known it was my conscience, I might have thought I was going insane, because a second voice had something to say as well. 'Yes, Seto, why? Why did you save him before, and now you won't even step closer? You're going to have to touch him anyways, why not now?'
The second voice responded to the first, 'Because it's eating him alive that he loves Joey and he can't have him.' This was outrageous. I did not! How dare it accuse me of something so ridiculous! 'Seto, you do. We know. We are you, only we tell the truth.'
'He does.' The first voice mused. 'Seto.' it taunted, 'Go untie your friend, you can run along home afterwards.' It said, a slight bit of amusement in its voice. That can't be good, I though. Afterwards? What was that supposed to mean? Now I'm afraid to even go near Joey. Look at all the pain I've caused him!
I guess that for this whole conversation in my head, I only hesitated a minute before I almost ran to untie Joey. I let him zip up his pants.
Joey's P.O.V.
Oh great. Here I am, looking like something the dog brought in. Speaking of dogs, if Kaiba says anything to me that even sounds like he might put the word mutt into it, I'm going to beat him up as bad as they beat me up. But he did just save me from something I'm sure I wouldn't have wanted. Ar, what am I saying? I could have gotten myself out of that situation; I've been in worse.
'Then why weren't you getting yourself out before Kaiba came?' A small voice in my head said. 'Its human nature to deny things you wish weren't true.'
I'm not denying anything! I could have gotten myself out of that. Damn, those ropes are uncomfortable. When I tried to move, I couldn't. A pain like four knives stabbing every part of my body came when I tried to move anything. Why was Kaiba just standing there? I want him to come untie me!
'Maybe you want him to untie for other reasons than just the ropes, Joey.' The voice in my head said to me. What was it talking about? I didn't know what it meant. I'm so confused right now. 'Don't play stupid Joey, you know what I'm talking about.' It said, no I really didn't. There's only one thing it could have meant by that, and that wasn't it. 'That's right Joey, now you're thinking. You've guessed it.' WHAT?!?! That's not true you stupid voice! I do not just want Kaiba to touch me! Do you know what that implies? 'Yes Joey, that's why I said it. Like I said before Joey, it's human nature to deny what you wish isn't true.' Ah, this is just going over. No, I don't! I do not love Kaiba.
Right then, Kaiba came over and started to untie me. Strangely enough, I enjoyed it. He untied my legs and my arms, but left me to zip my pants back up. I was grateful. That would have been uncomfortable. Aye, but I didn't know what that meant until the walk home...
If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh I could afford to buy a computer with a Word program that doesn't have a mind of it's own. Unfortunately, I don't. Boo freakity hoo.
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Normal P.O.V.
Seto was irritated. Not that he didn't want to see Mokuba flapping his arms around wearing a white dress with white fuzzy wings, he just didn't have time. He had a speech to perfect for tomorrow, and it was late. Not to mention Mokuba wanted him to stay and mingle with these...er...people. In this crowd of low-lived morons, he noticed that of all people Mokuba was staying and chatting lightly with Yugi and Joey. He glanced coldly over at the three of them, and his eyes met Joey's. He and Joey both immediately turned their glance toward the same spot on the floor, and Seto noticing this, became even more irritated, and started to walk towards the door.
'Come on Mokuba, it's late and I have to finish that speech. We'd best be going.' And risking a look at his little brother, he turned around. The same thing happened. He and Joey's eyes met again, only this time he smirked, almost daring Joey to say something to him. He didn't.
'Alright Seto, I'll be out in a minute!' Mokuba responded, rather obediently. He knew his brother had a lot to do, but he felt like Seto was taking advantage of the situation. He didn't like Mokuba talking with Yugi or any of his friends.
After Seto and Mokuba had arrived home, and Mokuba had gone to bed, Seto finally got a chance to work on his speech in peace. But he couldn't concentrate.
"Maybe I need a break..." he thought. 'Alright, I'll go for a walk.' And he headed out the door.
He knew it was probably would have been better if he hadn't taken to alleys, but he wanted to avoid human contact. He wasn't paying attention to where he was walking anyways. After minutes of pointless wandering, Seto realized he had no idea where he was. He knew from the stories that Mokuba had told him off the news (he never watched TV) that when you're lost, just stop and think, and don't freak out. Well, when Seto stopped, everything became quite. His footsteps weren't there anymore, and he could hear the wind rustling the bits of paper and trash on the ground. But there was something else too. If he listened closely he could hear low grunts, which might have been words. After a minute of wondering whether he was imagining these, he started off, following the noises.
Seto's P.O.V.
I heard some voices, low and gruff, but I followed them anyways. I'm amazed that I could even find where they were coming from with just my ears, but I did. I found myself peeking around a corner into a dead end, where four large, heavy men were ganging up on a smaller blonde one. Not until I heard the smaller one yell did I realize it was Joey. One of the large men, dressed in black, went over to Joey, cautious of what he might do. They must have heard his reputation. Joey took care of him like it was no problem. He kicked the guy in the stomach, then slammed his head against the brick wall of the alley, and threw him aside. He must have had a look on his face daring the rest to join their friend on the ground, but they all came at once. Two held Joeys arms and tied them behind his back, and then tied his legs up as well. The third, hit him in the stomach, making him double over. When he straitened up again, the guy hit him again. They beat Joey until he couldn't move on his own. Then the one who beat him up went over and started to unzip his pants. I could see the pain, uncomfort, and shame in his eyes, but he did nothing. This was crossing the line. Before I knew what I was doing, I had stepped into the alley.
'Why don't the three of you go on and play your games somewhere else?' I asked. They did nothing. 'Alright, you have to the count of ten to get your sorry asses out of my sight or I'm calling the police.' I took my phone out and dangled it in front of them. 'One...two...three...' they all ran, the stupid bastards. I called the police anyways. I don't know whether they ever caught them, but I didn't care.
Now Joey was looking just pathetic. He was leaning against the wall, his legs and arms tied up, and his pants unzipped. I didn't want to go untie his limbs, but what choice did I have? I just scared away his attackers, and then I had to finish the job.
Mentally, I kicked myself. Why did I care whether Joey was beaten and raped? It mattered not to me, nor Mokuba. And he must be kicking himself as well for having me, the one who calls him mutt, save him, when he himself couldn't. I could still see the shame burning in his eyes, and the pain from his beating. I can almost feel it. Then a small voice in my head, that I never knew I had, being as it was my conscience, said something to me.
'Why do you hesitate to untie him, Seto?' it questioned. I don't know. 'Why don't you go finish your act of heroism? You weren't hesitant before to help him. Why are you now?' I don't know, and I don't understand why.
And if I hadn't known it was my conscience, I might have thought I was going insane, because a second voice had something to say as well. 'Yes, Seto, why? Why did you save him before, and now you won't even step closer? You're going to have to touch him anyways, why not now?'
The second voice responded to the first, 'Because it's eating him alive that he loves Joey and he can't have him.' This was outrageous. I did not! How dare it accuse me of something so ridiculous! 'Seto, you do. We know. We are you, only we tell the truth.'
'He does.' The first voice mused. 'Seto.' it taunted, 'Go untie your friend, you can run along home afterwards.' It said, a slight bit of amusement in its voice. That can't be good, I though. Afterwards? What was that supposed to mean? Now I'm afraid to even go near Joey. Look at all the pain I've caused him!
I guess that for this whole conversation in my head, I only hesitated a minute before I almost ran to untie Joey. I let him zip up his pants.
Joey's P.O.V.
Oh great. Here I am, looking like something the dog brought in. Speaking of dogs, if Kaiba says anything to me that even sounds like he might put the word mutt into it, I'm going to beat him up as bad as they beat me up. But he did just save me from something I'm sure I wouldn't have wanted. Ar, what am I saying? I could have gotten myself out of that situation; I've been in worse.
'Then why weren't you getting yourself out before Kaiba came?' A small voice in my head said. 'Its human nature to deny things you wish weren't true.'
I'm not denying anything! I could have gotten myself out of that. Damn, those ropes are uncomfortable. When I tried to move, I couldn't. A pain like four knives stabbing every part of my body came when I tried to move anything. Why was Kaiba just standing there? I want him to come untie me!
'Maybe you want him to untie for other reasons than just the ropes, Joey.' The voice in my head said to me. What was it talking about? I didn't know what it meant. I'm so confused right now. 'Don't play stupid Joey, you know what I'm talking about.' It said, no I really didn't. There's only one thing it could have meant by that, and that wasn't it. 'That's right Joey, now you're thinking. You've guessed it.' WHAT?!?! That's not true you stupid voice! I do not just want Kaiba to touch me! Do you know what that implies? 'Yes Joey, that's why I said it. Like I said before Joey, it's human nature to deny what you wish isn't true.' Ah, this is just going over. No, I don't! I do not love Kaiba.
Right then, Kaiba came over and started to untie me. Strangely enough, I enjoyed it. He untied my legs and my arms, but left me to zip my pants back up. I was grateful. That would have been uncomfortable. Aye, but I didn't know what that meant until the walk home...