Author's Note: Jesus Christ it's been like a year since I posted the first
chapter on this one!!! MY BAD! You are all allowed to shoot me. Sorry! So,
anyways, if I may resume my story...and don't forget to review!! I'm going
to put the key up here: (1) have you ever heard Hybrid Theory? Have you
ever heard Papercut (that's the song I'm making reference to)? If you have,
you'll understand why I picked that song for this particular case.
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As Joey entered his.er...home, he didn't notice his dad passed out on the couch with empty beer bottles all over the place. One, this was normal for Joey's father, and two he was rather preoccupied. What had just happened? Joey thought Kaiba was a heartless jerk that didn't give one way or another what happened to anyone save himself and Mokuba. So then why had he saved Joey? And not to mention that that was severely embarrassing. Joey, helpless and scared, had run into his archenemy, which ended up saving him. Now that's what you'd call ironic.
He meandered up the stairs and into the bathroom. The mirror was dirty and the bathtub was an unnatural brown color. It was disgusting. But what could he do about it? There were more pressing matters in his life other than the poor state of his house. It was rather embarrassing actually, but he really could think of no other reason why Kaiba would save him, other than he wasn't hated as bad as Joey thought he was. That was disturbing.
He walked over to the bathtub, limping because of his beating, and turned the nozzle. The water began to pour out- hot, hot, and hot. It poured out of the faucet like blood. Like blood? Was Joey really thinking that? Since when did Joey compare water with blood? 'Since just now....' that eerily familiar voice whispered in his head. It always told him when he was doing something wrong.... and it was always there, whether Joey wanted it or not.
Joey couldn't ever have lived through what he had if he didn't have music. His dad hated it- all of it, and would definitely break Joey's CD if he heard it. But his father, if you could call him that, was passed out in the living room. And he wouldn't be waking up even if Joey had turned up his stereo as loud as it could go. But he wouldn't- he needed this stereo to last as long as possible.
Joey was, as most are not, rather strongly attached to hard rock. Raw screaming, some call it. He liked everything from Linkin Park to Mushroomhead. But no one could have ever guessed that Joey was like that, he came of more timid. But he was all the same. At the moment he dragged his stereo into the bathroom, and turned it on. He put in a CD he hadn't really heard for a long time- Linkin Park. But it was an old CD; it was way different than they're new. And that's why Joey liked it. He was really feeling for the first song at the moment (1).
So he undressed and slid into the bathtub, letting the heat and the wetness of the water wash over him. The hot water of a bathtub always allowed him to think. To think better than he usually did. It cleared his mind, which would wander to whatever he wanted to think about. At the moment it was Kaiba.
Joey jerked his head up. It had been drooping into the water, which was tickling his chin pleasantly. Was he really thinking about Kaiba? And kindly? How odd.
'Yesssss,' sneered that voice. 'How VERY odd.'
Joey could only notice the emphasis and sarcasm it put on the word very. How odd.
'You know, you really sicken me Joey. You can not accept the fact that you ARE different can you?'
These voices had strange enough advice. But he was used to them. They had complete control over his thoughts. They WERE his thoughts.
No. No he couldn't. He knew he was different, and he wouldn't accept it. He kicked himself mentally over that for years.
'That's right Joey. Now you get it. We do have control you dog.'
Did they just call him a dog?
'Why does it matter? Is that Kaiba's pet name for you?' it said, every word dripping with seeming hatred.
No! It is absolutely NOT a pet name. It's an insult.... that he uses every time he sees him. Is it?
'Joey, you know.'
He knows what?
'Don't play stupid. You're different in more ways than your choice in music.'
He didn't have a thing for Kaiba. He couldn't. All his life he was brought up thinking that was wrong. His father was 100% homophobic. How could he turn out like that after years of being told that it was disgusting unacceptable and wrong?
The voice didn't have an answer to that one.
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Kaiba walked in his door, only to see Mokuba up, and sitting on the couch staring strait into nothing.
"Mokuba?"
He didn't answer.
Good lord what happened to him?
'He's probably just asleep you nitwit.' It was that voice that talked to him earlier. It seemed angry. But Seto wasn't going to deal with crap from voices in his head at the moment. He made a note to see his psychiatrist.
'Then why are his eyes open? He snapped mentally.
'I don't know,' it sneered. 'Why don't you go and see?'
That couldn't be right. Why would it tell him to do something so obvious?
'I don't trust you. What's going to happen to me?' he asked the voice in his ear.
'Nothing. Just go and see what's wrong with your brother.'
Seto walked over to the couch, and for the first time in many years, he was suspicious and a bit scared. Why was Mokuba staring like that? That was unnatural.
He made his way over to the couch slowly, looking for anything that might possibly hurt him or his brother. He found nothing, and knelt down in front of his brother. He didn't even seem to see Seto there, yet he was right in front of him.
Seto noted how odd that was. He proceeded to wave his hand in front of Mokuba's face, but there was no reaction. He reached out to shake Mokuba, becoming more and more suspicious. As his hands were extending out to touch his brother's shoulder, a drop of something red fell off the ceiling.
It landed right in the palm of Seto's outstretched hand. It was just a drop, but it set off some instinctual reaction to snap his hand away from his brother. He looked up, and saw something he never thought he would see in his life. It scared him.
It was blood. It was a plastic bad full to bursting with blood. Just hanging off the ceiling. There was something else. It looked like a note stained red. How was he going to get that down?
'Why don't you get a broom Seto Kaiba? You sure are dumb compared to your reputation.' the voice was there again.
And he did as he was told. He went to get a broom, and returned to the sitting room by the door. But there was something wrong. Mokuba wasn't there anymore. This is probably some sick joke Mokuba was playing on his brother. He was in for some deep shit when he got a hold of him.
He took the broom and poked carefully at the bit of paper, as not to poke down the bad full of red liquid. It was doubtfully real blood. Mokuba sure was good at making it look that way though.
After several minutes of hurried poking the note fell free. It dropped to the floor and Seto immediately snatched it off the ground. And he opened. In a rather untidy scrawl this is what he read.
"We're coming for you next."
And the bad fell from the ceiling, splattering Seto and everything else around with the thick red liquid. And then the unmistakable metallic smell of blood filled them room.
Oh shit.
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Wow, did you guys like that as much as I did? Hehehe...sorry. Why not review please? It doesn't even take that long....
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As Joey entered his.er...home, he didn't notice his dad passed out on the couch with empty beer bottles all over the place. One, this was normal for Joey's father, and two he was rather preoccupied. What had just happened? Joey thought Kaiba was a heartless jerk that didn't give one way or another what happened to anyone save himself and Mokuba. So then why had he saved Joey? And not to mention that that was severely embarrassing. Joey, helpless and scared, had run into his archenemy, which ended up saving him. Now that's what you'd call ironic.
He meandered up the stairs and into the bathroom. The mirror was dirty and the bathtub was an unnatural brown color. It was disgusting. But what could he do about it? There were more pressing matters in his life other than the poor state of his house. It was rather embarrassing actually, but he really could think of no other reason why Kaiba would save him, other than he wasn't hated as bad as Joey thought he was. That was disturbing.
He walked over to the bathtub, limping because of his beating, and turned the nozzle. The water began to pour out- hot, hot, and hot. It poured out of the faucet like blood. Like blood? Was Joey really thinking that? Since when did Joey compare water with blood? 'Since just now....' that eerily familiar voice whispered in his head. It always told him when he was doing something wrong.... and it was always there, whether Joey wanted it or not.
Joey couldn't ever have lived through what he had if he didn't have music. His dad hated it- all of it, and would definitely break Joey's CD if he heard it. But his father, if you could call him that, was passed out in the living room. And he wouldn't be waking up even if Joey had turned up his stereo as loud as it could go. But he wouldn't- he needed this stereo to last as long as possible.
Joey was, as most are not, rather strongly attached to hard rock. Raw screaming, some call it. He liked everything from Linkin Park to Mushroomhead. But no one could have ever guessed that Joey was like that, he came of more timid. But he was all the same. At the moment he dragged his stereo into the bathroom, and turned it on. He put in a CD he hadn't really heard for a long time- Linkin Park. But it was an old CD; it was way different than they're new. And that's why Joey liked it. He was really feeling for the first song at the moment (1).
So he undressed and slid into the bathtub, letting the heat and the wetness of the water wash over him. The hot water of a bathtub always allowed him to think. To think better than he usually did. It cleared his mind, which would wander to whatever he wanted to think about. At the moment it was Kaiba.
Joey jerked his head up. It had been drooping into the water, which was tickling his chin pleasantly. Was he really thinking about Kaiba? And kindly? How odd.
'Yesssss,' sneered that voice. 'How VERY odd.'
Joey could only notice the emphasis and sarcasm it put on the word very. How odd.
'You know, you really sicken me Joey. You can not accept the fact that you ARE different can you?'
These voices had strange enough advice. But he was used to them. They had complete control over his thoughts. They WERE his thoughts.
No. No he couldn't. He knew he was different, and he wouldn't accept it. He kicked himself mentally over that for years.
'That's right Joey. Now you get it. We do have control you dog.'
Did they just call him a dog?
'Why does it matter? Is that Kaiba's pet name for you?' it said, every word dripping with seeming hatred.
No! It is absolutely NOT a pet name. It's an insult.... that he uses every time he sees him. Is it?
'Joey, you know.'
He knows what?
'Don't play stupid. You're different in more ways than your choice in music.'
He didn't have a thing for Kaiba. He couldn't. All his life he was brought up thinking that was wrong. His father was 100% homophobic. How could he turn out like that after years of being told that it was disgusting unacceptable and wrong?
The voice didn't have an answer to that one.
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Kaiba walked in his door, only to see Mokuba up, and sitting on the couch staring strait into nothing.
"Mokuba?"
He didn't answer.
Good lord what happened to him?
'He's probably just asleep you nitwit.' It was that voice that talked to him earlier. It seemed angry. But Seto wasn't going to deal with crap from voices in his head at the moment. He made a note to see his psychiatrist.
'Then why are his eyes open? He snapped mentally.
'I don't know,' it sneered. 'Why don't you go and see?'
That couldn't be right. Why would it tell him to do something so obvious?
'I don't trust you. What's going to happen to me?' he asked the voice in his ear.
'Nothing. Just go and see what's wrong with your brother.'
Seto walked over to the couch, and for the first time in many years, he was suspicious and a bit scared. Why was Mokuba staring like that? That was unnatural.
He made his way over to the couch slowly, looking for anything that might possibly hurt him or his brother. He found nothing, and knelt down in front of his brother. He didn't even seem to see Seto there, yet he was right in front of him.
Seto noted how odd that was. He proceeded to wave his hand in front of Mokuba's face, but there was no reaction. He reached out to shake Mokuba, becoming more and more suspicious. As his hands were extending out to touch his brother's shoulder, a drop of something red fell off the ceiling.
It landed right in the palm of Seto's outstretched hand. It was just a drop, but it set off some instinctual reaction to snap his hand away from his brother. He looked up, and saw something he never thought he would see in his life. It scared him.
It was blood. It was a plastic bad full to bursting with blood. Just hanging off the ceiling. There was something else. It looked like a note stained red. How was he going to get that down?
'Why don't you get a broom Seto Kaiba? You sure are dumb compared to your reputation.' the voice was there again.
And he did as he was told. He went to get a broom, and returned to the sitting room by the door. But there was something wrong. Mokuba wasn't there anymore. This is probably some sick joke Mokuba was playing on his brother. He was in for some deep shit when he got a hold of him.
He took the broom and poked carefully at the bit of paper, as not to poke down the bad full of red liquid. It was doubtfully real blood. Mokuba sure was good at making it look that way though.
After several minutes of hurried poking the note fell free. It dropped to the floor and Seto immediately snatched it off the ground. And he opened. In a rather untidy scrawl this is what he read.
"We're coming for you next."
And the bad fell from the ceiling, splattering Seto and everything else around with the thick red liquid. And then the unmistakable metallic smell of blood filled them room.
Oh shit.
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Wow, did you guys like that as much as I did? Hehehe...sorry. Why not review please? It doesn't even take that long....