Blue Eyes: Thanks for the reviews people!!! Also, everyone who read the
first chapter before this one was posted, plz. read the new ending for it,
'cause I just think it ends better that way ( I added in about half a page)
of a little Kaiba and Joey stuff, nothing major.
Kaiba: Please don't read this chapter, it really won't be worth your time.
Joey: You just don't like it because you show a little bit of emotion.
Kaiba: N . . . no I don't. Don't bother reading . . .
Joey: Of course he does. It's so cute.
Kaiba: Did you just call me cute?
Joey: *eyes darting wildly* No. You're totally not cute, I don't like you at all.
Blue eyes: Well, the story says different.
Joey: It does?
Blue Eyes: *nods*
Joey: DON'T READ THIS!!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my imagination . . . and my computer . . . and this really cool picture of Kaiba that I drew . . . and my CD collection I'm listening to . . . ok, so I own stuff, just not the characters, ok?
Chapter Two
3rd person pov
Joey lay in one of the huge bedrooms of the Kaiba mansion, careful no to lean on his left side, which was still aching from his earlier beating. When they'd reached the mansion Kaiba had set about sending maids to fix him a room and maids to get ice for his wounds and maids to make them dinner (as Joey hadn't had any) and a maid to make sure that Mokuba was in bed and alright.
Joey had been surprised that Kaiba was being so considerate to his needs, but, though he didn't want to mention it, he could tell that the drunken abusing father figure was a sore spot for Kaiba. So he'd let the maids put ice on him and feed him and pamper him because it seemed to calm Kaiba down.
Then the brunette had shown Joey his room, which turned out to be two down to the left of Kaiba's own, and then the blue eyed boy had gone into his own room and not been seen since.
Joey closed his own honey-colored eyes in an attempt to sleep as he heard a strange moan from a room off to his right.
'Kaiba?' Joey tried to ignore the sound, but the mansion must've been cheaper than it looked, because the sound carried right through. Kaiba was obviously having a nightmare, as he was moaning in fright.
"No . . . don't . . . no, Mokuba . . . stop."
Joey couldn't take it anymore. He didn't want to intrude, but he knew he'd want to be awakened from a nightmare as bad as the one Kaiba was obviously having. Getting up Joey exited his room, moved past the next unoccupied one and up to Kaiba's door.
Not wanting to barge in on the CEO, Joey first tried knocking on the door.
"Kaiba?"
The only response he got was a low moan of fear.
"Oh, come on." Joey paused for a moment, seriously considering just going back to his own room and covering his head with a pillow to block out the noise, then decided against it. "If Kaiba has nightmares all night he'll probably be grumpy tomorrow. Not that he isn't usually."
The blonde carefully opened the door, and peered in. He caught sight of an incredibly bland room, the walls plain white, and the only signs that it was not another guest room were the piles of paperwork on his desk and a lone picture of Mokuba.
"Man Kaiba, you've gotta learn to personalize." Joey murmured, glancing to the bed. He caught sight of the sleeping CEO of Kaiba Corp, and paused on mid-step into the room. When he was sleeping Kaiba seemed different. He looked like just a normal teenager, not a CEO of a big corporation, not one of the world's top duelists, and not the person Joey had hated since they'd first met. When he was asleep he wasn't 'Kaiba' anymore, Joey decided, he was more like 'Seto'. The thought startled him.
'But,' he decided, 'It's right.'
The teen was wearing a long black t-shirt and his hair was plastered to his forehead from the sweat that currently coated his face.
"Seto?" Joey asked tentatively.
"No . . . won't let you . . ." Seto ordered no one, turning again.
"Seto?" Joey tried, leaning in closer. Seto tossed again, and Joey thought absentmindedly that it was a good thing he was on a king sized bed or he'd already be on the floor.
"Stop . . ."
Joey decided he needed a jolt. Never one to think things through, he grabbed Seto's arm he shook it hard.
"Seto!"
"NO!!" Seto's hand shot up and hit Joey hard in the side of the face.
Kaiba's eyes opened and he looked around the room in confusion as Joey recoiled.
"What . . ." he spotted Joey, and his eyes widened.
"What are you doing in here?"
"Well, I was in here waking you up from whatever nightmare you'd been having, and now I'm nursing my newest bruise. Thanks." Joey said sarcastically, rubbing his jaw. Kaiba looked surprised.
"Sorry, I thought . . . I thought you were someone else."
Joey looked surprised, and took a seat on the edge of Seto's bed.
"What did you say?" he asked, looking at the brunette through his non-sore right eye.
"I said I thought you were someone else."
"No, before that. You apologized to me."
Kaiba blinked.
"I . . . guess I did."
"Ha. Now that wasn't so hard was it? I can't believe Seto Kaiba actually. . ."
Joey would've gone on for quit a bit longer, but he was particularly observant that night, and noticed Seto rubbing a phantom wound on his arm uneasily, so, abandoning the current gloating in which he'd been partaking, he changed gears quickly to serious (a rare thing indeed, but was known to happen on occasion).
"If you don't mind my askin'', what were you dreaming about?"
Kaiba looked as though he was going to say that he did mind, for his eyes hardened again, but seemed to take in the bruises forming on Joey's face, and sighed, then held out his left arm, which bore a long thin scar across it.
'Why didn't I ever notice that before? Oh yeah, Kaiba's always wearing long sleeves or a jacket.' Joey mused silently, before Seto began to speak.
"This is from my birth father." He admitted tersely. "My mother died having Mokuba. After that dad was never the same . . . and once when he got drunk he decided it was Mokuba's fault she was dead, and decided to kill him for it."
Joey gasped in shock. Sweet little Mokuba? Their dad had been planning on knocking him off?
"I stopped him before the knife got to my little brother. 'Dad' tried to kill me too, but luckily for me he was so drunk his aim was off. I got this instead of a knife in the heart. I kicked him back, and he lost balance right near the balcony window. He fell out, two floors up, and landed on his own knife. Mokuba slept through the whole thing. He was only four at the time."
Joey's eyes widened even more. That meant Kaiba had only been about ten years old.
Kaiba's smirk caught in the moonlight.
"That wasn't the worst beating I got, but it was the last . . . from him anyway."
Joey sat frozen, at a loss for words. Finally he spoke up.
"I was wrong."
Kaiba leaned back up against his headboard.
"About what?"
"You're not a cold-hearted creep."
Kaiba seemed taken aback.
*~*~*~*~*
TBC
*~*~*~*~*
Blue Eyes: Ok, that was pretty short, but I really can't add in anymore, the whole next chapter really goes together, and it'll be a whole lot longer, I swear. Just so you know, I have about forty pages handwritten, typing it all up is the hard part. Anyway, that's all I've got for my lovely readers at the moment. Hope you like it, and Yami's going to be in the next chapter! Review please, it's the only way I'll know how good it is.
Joey: No, don't review, if you review she'll write more.
Yami: *sulking* I wasn't even in this chapter.
Blue Eyes: If people review I'll type up the next chapter and you're in that.
Yami: REVIEW PLEASE!!
Joey and Kaiba: NOOOOO!!!!!
Kaiba: Please don't read this chapter, it really won't be worth your time.
Joey: You just don't like it because you show a little bit of emotion.
Kaiba: N . . . no I don't. Don't bother reading . . .
Joey: Of course he does. It's so cute.
Kaiba: Did you just call me cute?
Joey: *eyes darting wildly* No. You're totally not cute, I don't like you at all.
Blue eyes: Well, the story says different.
Joey: It does?
Blue Eyes: *nods*
Joey: DON'T READ THIS!!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my imagination . . . and my computer . . . and this really cool picture of Kaiba that I drew . . . and my CD collection I'm listening to . . . ok, so I own stuff, just not the characters, ok?
Chapter Two
3rd person pov
Joey lay in one of the huge bedrooms of the Kaiba mansion, careful no to lean on his left side, which was still aching from his earlier beating. When they'd reached the mansion Kaiba had set about sending maids to fix him a room and maids to get ice for his wounds and maids to make them dinner (as Joey hadn't had any) and a maid to make sure that Mokuba was in bed and alright.
Joey had been surprised that Kaiba was being so considerate to his needs, but, though he didn't want to mention it, he could tell that the drunken abusing father figure was a sore spot for Kaiba. So he'd let the maids put ice on him and feed him and pamper him because it seemed to calm Kaiba down.
Then the brunette had shown Joey his room, which turned out to be two down to the left of Kaiba's own, and then the blue eyed boy had gone into his own room and not been seen since.
Joey closed his own honey-colored eyes in an attempt to sleep as he heard a strange moan from a room off to his right.
'Kaiba?' Joey tried to ignore the sound, but the mansion must've been cheaper than it looked, because the sound carried right through. Kaiba was obviously having a nightmare, as he was moaning in fright.
"No . . . don't . . . no, Mokuba . . . stop."
Joey couldn't take it anymore. He didn't want to intrude, but he knew he'd want to be awakened from a nightmare as bad as the one Kaiba was obviously having. Getting up Joey exited his room, moved past the next unoccupied one and up to Kaiba's door.
Not wanting to barge in on the CEO, Joey first tried knocking on the door.
"Kaiba?"
The only response he got was a low moan of fear.
"Oh, come on." Joey paused for a moment, seriously considering just going back to his own room and covering his head with a pillow to block out the noise, then decided against it. "If Kaiba has nightmares all night he'll probably be grumpy tomorrow. Not that he isn't usually."
The blonde carefully opened the door, and peered in. He caught sight of an incredibly bland room, the walls plain white, and the only signs that it was not another guest room were the piles of paperwork on his desk and a lone picture of Mokuba.
"Man Kaiba, you've gotta learn to personalize." Joey murmured, glancing to the bed. He caught sight of the sleeping CEO of Kaiba Corp, and paused on mid-step into the room. When he was sleeping Kaiba seemed different. He looked like just a normal teenager, not a CEO of a big corporation, not one of the world's top duelists, and not the person Joey had hated since they'd first met. When he was asleep he wasn't 'Kaiba' anymore, Joey decided, he was more like 'Seto'. The thought startled him.
'But,' he decided, 'It's right.'
The teen was wearing a long black t-shirt and his hair was plastered to his forehead from the sweat that currently coated his face.
"Seto?" Joey asked tentatively.
"No . . . won't let you . . ." Seto ordered no one, turning again.
"Seto?" Joey tried, leaning in closer. Seto tossed again, and Joey thought absentmindedly that it was a good thing he was on a king sized bed or he'd already be on the floor.
"Stop . . ."
Joey decided he needed a jolt. Never one to think things through, he grabbed Seto's arm he shook it hard.
"Seto!"
"NO!!" Seto's hand shot up and hit Joey hard in the side of the face.
Kaiba's eyes opened and he looked around the room in confusion as Joey recoiled.
"What . . ." he spotted Joey, and his eyes widened.
"What are you doing in here?"
"Well, I was in here waking you up from whatever nightmare you'd been having, and now I'm nursing my newest bruise. Thanks." Joey said sarcastically, rubbing his jaw. Kaiba looked surprised.
"Sorry, I thought . . . I thought you were someone else."
Joey looked surprised, and took a seat on the edge of Seto's bed.
"What did you say?" he asked, looking at the brunette through his non-sore right eye.
"I said I thought you were someone else."
"No, before that. You apologized to me."
Kaiba blinked.
"I . . . guess I did."
"Ha. Now that wasn't so hard was it? I can't believe Seto Kaiba actually. . ."
Joey would've gone on for quit a bit longer, but he was particularly observant that night, and noticed Seto rubbing a phantom wound on his arm uneasily, so, abandoning the current gloating in which he'd been partaking, he changed gears quickly to serious (a rare thing indeed, but was known to happen on occasion).
"If you don't mind my askin'', what were you dreaming about?"
Kaiba looked as though he was going to say that he did mind, for his eyes hardened again, but seemed to take in the bruises forming on Joey's face, and sighed, then held out his left arm, which bore a long thin scar across it.
'Why didn't I ever notice that before? Oh yeah, Kaiba's always wearing long sleeves or a jacket.' Joey mused silently, before Seto began to speak.
"This is from my birth father." He admitted tersely. "My mother died having Mokuba. After that dad was never the same . . . and once when he got drunk he decided it was Mokuba's fault she was dead, and decided to kill him for it."
Joey gasped in shock. Sweet little Mokuba? Their dad had been planning on knocking him off?
"I stopped him before the knife got to my little brother. 'Dad' tried to kill me too, but luckily for me he was so drunk his aim was off. I got this instead of a knife in the heart. I kicked him back, and he lost balance right near the balcony window. He fell out, two floors up, and landed on his own knife. Mokuba slept through the whole thing. He was only four at the time."
Joey's eyes widened even more. That meant Kaiba had only been about ten years old.
Kaiba's smirk caught in the moonlight.
"That wasn't the worst beating I got, but it was the last . . . from him anyway."
Joey sat frozen, at a loss for words. Finally he spoke up.
"I was wrong."
Kaiba leaned back up against his headboard.
"About what?"
"You're not a cold-hearted creep."
Kaiba seemed taken aback.
*~*~*~*~*
TBC
*~*~*~*~*
Blue Eyes: Ok, that was pretty short, but I really can't add in anymore, the whole next chapter really goes together, and it'll be a whole lot longer, I swear. Just so you know, I have about forty pages handwritten, typing it all up is the hard part. Anyway, that's all I've got for my lovely readers at the moment. Hope you like it, and Yami's going to be in the next chapter! Review please, it's the only way I'll know how good it is.
Joey: No, don't review, if you review she'll write more.
Yami: *sulking* I wasn't even in this chapter.
Blue Eyes: If people review I'll type up the next chapter and you're in that.
Yami: REVIEW PLEASE!!
Joey and Kaiba: NOOOOO!!!!!
