Author's Note: Haha. Ok, I only have 7 reviews! How sad! Yeah I know the
last chapter was kind of weird.I had to do that for the sake of the plot.
Sorry! It's the only chapter like that. I've watched one to many scary
movies.like the god damn Texas Chainsaw Massacre! That was fucked up.OK and
here you go!
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Seto looked around. Someone was in his house.
First, he had to get to the phone. Second he had to call the police. Third, he had to find Mokuba. That was weird. He just.disappeared. Seto didn't understand.
Either this was a VERY sick joke being played on him and he was going to kicking some ass later, or someone really did murder Mokuba.
If it were a joke, then how would one explain the blood? It wasn't fake.it wouldn't have smelled like that.
Again he looked around. No one seemed to be in the room, but he knew better than to believe something just because you couldn't see it.
He stalked across the room, very carefully, and over to the phone. Just as he was reaching his hand out to pick up the receiver, someone reached out and smacked him square on the hand. He jumped and yelled out in surprise, only to see a face he was sure he would never see again. Mokuba.
At first, Seto was too shocked to be mad. He quickly got over that.
"Damn it Mokuba, was there a POINT to that?! You scared the hell out of me! What the hell is wrong with you?! Now there's fake blood ALL over the living room and I expect YOU-"
"Fake blood?" Mokuba interrupted, sounding confused.
"Yes, Mokuba, fake blood- you put it there! Don't play stupid. Can't you act like an adult and at least accept the fact that you're in a huge load of trouble because you made a VERY poor choice in actions-"
"I didn't put any fake blood anywhere Seto."
"WOULD YOU QUIT INTERUPTING ME?! Do you want me to SHOW you the whole god damn mess?!"
"But I didn't put any blood anywhere."
"Oh my god Mokuba, you're just making everything a whole lot harder for yourself and whole lot more stressful for me."
Seto grabbed his brother roughly by the arm and dragged him into the living room, where the mysterious red liquid was splattered all over. But it still smelled like blood.
"Oh, that's disgusting!" Mokuba said, flinging his arm up to cover his nose.
"Oh come on, haven't you ever smelled blood?"
"No."
"Well, you'll be smelling it for a damn long time tonight while you're cleaning this up!" he said, very angry. "And who wrote this? That's not your handwriting." He added in a softer voice, holding out the note he picked up earlier.
"I don't know, I've never seen it."
"Oh come on.you don't need to pretend you didn't do it we both know it was you. I'm not mad anymore.as long as you clean this up and never do it again."
"No, seriously big brother, I didn't write that and I didn't put that bag on the ceiling."
"Yes, you did."
"No I didn't."
"Mokuba!"
The two of them were arguing rather viscously, and right as Seto took a deep breath to say a VERY long sentence, they both heard a noise.
A quiet clattering, like dishes falling from their places in the cupboard. Then came the creaking of a door opening. Both Seto and Mokuba froze.
So it wasn't Mokuba after all. And there was someone in his house.
The door continued to creak slowly open, and both Kaiba brothers were frozen, and wondering what was going to happen when that door was fully open.
And just then the doorbell rang. Seto jumped a foot in the air and scrambled over to the door. Who the hell was ringing the doorbell so late in the night? That was lunacy.
He opened the door, only to see a more confused Joey than he had ever seen in his life.
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Joey let his CD run all the way through before getting out of the bathtub and dressing. The room was steamy and hot, and it made his hair hang lank on his forehead. He walked over and looked in the mirror. He never liked what he saw.
Today, as always, he saw a weak, thing, fragile figure with dark circles under his eyes. His hair was stuck to his head from all the water and steam in the room, and he was incredibly skinny. All he saw in that was unhappiness.
Maybe he was just tired.
So he shuffled his way over to the bathroom door, and slowly opened it. He didn't want to wake his father. If he wasn't already up.
He quietly made his way down the hall and through the kitchen. He saw no sign of his dad anywhere. That was good, because he wouldn't have to deal with him, but it was also not good. He had no idea where his father was.
He was almost to his bedroom door, when he heard his father grunt some unknown word in his drunken stupor. He stumbled out the door of his room, which was right next to Joey's, who froze.
He really really didn't want to talk to his dad at the moment.
"JOEY! I can see you, get over here!" his speech was slurred.
Joey on the other hand, had recently unfrozen himself, and bolted for the door. He could hear his father running and stumbling after him. Thank god he was skinny and stealthy, so he easily weaved his way around all sorts of things that did not belong in a home, and unlocked the door. He stepped outside and slammed the door right in his father's face. He heard him run smack into the wooden door.
That felt good.
He didn't wait long before making a mad dash out of the apartment complex and across the street, where he slowed to a walk. He was beginning to lose track of al the times he had to run from his father in order to keep his head on his shoulders. Damn drunken bastard.not even a father. Just a man. A worthless one.
Joey had not bee paying any attention to where he was walking, and found himself face to face with Kaiba's door. He knocked. Not something he was planning on doing.
And there stood Kaiba, with the most intriguing face Joey had ever seen him wear.
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Hmmmm. is it just me or this getting weirder and weirder? Well, it'll all make sense after a while, I promise. I'm trying to make this an interesting story that isn't weird, but I'm finding it hard to do. Haha. Don't forget to review.
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Seto looked around. Someone was in his house.
First, he had to get to the phone. Second he had to call the police. Third, he had to find Mokuba. That was weird. He just.disappeared. Seto didn't understand.
Either this was a VERY sick joke being played on him and he was going to kicking some ass later, or someone really did murder Mokuba.
If it were a joke, then how would one explain the blood? It wasn't fake.it wouldn't have smelled like that.
Again he looked around. No one seemed to be in the room, but he knew better than to believe something just because you couldn't see it.
He stalked across the room, very carefully, and over to the phone. Just as he was reaching his hand out to pick up the receiver, someone reached out and smacked him square on the hand. He jumped and yelled out in surprise, only to see a face he was sure he would never see again. Mokuba.
At first, Seto was too shocked to be mad. He quickly got over that.
"Damn it Mokuba, was there a POINT to that?! You scared the hell out of me! What the hell is wrong with you?! Now there's fake blood ALL over the living room and I expect YOU-"
"Fake blood?" Mokuba interrupted, sounding confused.
"Yes, Mokuba, fake blood- you put it there! Don't play stupid. Can't you act like an adult and at least accept the fact that you're in a huge load of trouble because you made a VERY poor choice in actions-"
"I didn't put any fake blood anywhere Seto."
"WOULD YOU QUIT INTERUPTING ME?! Do you want me to SHOW you the whole god damn mess?!"
"But I didn't put any blood anywhere."
"Oh my god Mokuba, you're just making everything a whole lot harder for yourself and whole lot more stressful for me."
Seto grabbed his brother roughly by the arm and dragged him into the living room, where the mysterious red liquid was splattered all over. But it still smelled like blood.
"Oh, that's disgusting!" Mokuba said, flinging his arm up to cover his nose.
"Oh come on, haven't you ever smelled blood?"
"No."
"Well, you'll be smelling it for a damn long time tonight while you're cleaning this up!" he said, very angry. "And who wrote this? That's not your handwriting." He added in a softer voice, holding out the note he picked up earlier.
"I don't know, I've never seen it."
"Oh come on.you don't need to pretend you didn't do it we both know it was you. I'm not mad anymore.as long as you clean this up and never do it again."
"No, seriously big brother, I didn't write that and I didn't put that bag on the ceiling."
"Yes, you did."
"No I didn't."
"Mokuba!"
The two of them were arguing rather viscously, and right as Seto took a deep breath to say a VERY long sentence, they both heard a noise.
A quiet clattering, like dishes falling from their places in the cupboard. Then came the creaking of a door opening. Both Seto and Mokuba froze.
So it wasn't Mokuba after all. And there was someone in his house.
The door continued to creak slowly open, and both Kaiba brothers were frozen, and wondering what was going to happen when that door was fully open.
And just then the doorbell rang. Seto jumped a foot in the air and scrambled over to the door. Who the hell was ringing the doorbell so late in the night? That was lunacy.
He opened the door, only to see a more confused Joey than he had ever seen in his life.
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Joey let his CD run all the way through before getting out of the bathtub and dressing. The room was steamy and hot, and it made his hair hang lank on his forehead. He walked over and looked in the mirror. He never liked what he saw.
Today, as always, he saw a weak, thing, fragile figure with dark circles under his eyes. His hair was stuck to his head from all the water and steam in the room, and he was incredibly skinny. All he saw in that was unhappiness.
Maybe he was just tired.
So he shuffled his way over to the bathroom door, and slowly opened it. He didn't want to wake his father. If he wasn't already up.
He quietly made his way down the hall and through the kitchen. He saw no sign of his dad anywhere. That was good, because he wouldn't have to deal with him, but it was also not good. He had no idea where his father was.
He was almost to his bedroom door, when he heard his father grunt some unknown word in his drunken stupor. He stumbled out the door of his room, which was right next to Joey's, who froze.
He really really didn't want to talk to his dad at the moment.
"JOEY! I can see you, get over here!" his speech was slurred.
Joey on the other hand, had recently unfrozen himself, and bolted for the door. He could hear his father running and stumbling after him. Thank god he was skinny and stealthy, so he easily weaved his way around all sorts of things that did not belong in a home, and unlocked the door. He stepped outside and slammed the door right in his father's face. He heard him run smack into the wooden door.
That felt good.
He didn't wait long before making a mad dash out of the apartment complex and across the street, where he slowed to a walk. He was beginning to lose track of al the times he had to run from his father in order to keep his head on his shoulders. Damn drunken bastard.not even a father. Just a man. A worthless one.
Joey had not bee paying any attention to where he was walking, and found himself face to face with Kaiba's door. He knocked. Not something he was planning on doing.
And there stood Kaiba, with the most intriguing face Joey had ever seen him wear.
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Hmmmm. is it just me or this getting weirder and weirder? Well, it'll all make sense after a while, I promise. I'm trying to make this an interesting story that isn't weird, but I'm finding it hard to do. Haha. Don't forget to review.