Disclaimers: Nope, still not mine. Don't you all wish it was??? *Acts innocent*
Notes: Yep, still working with the same problem, same characters, blah-di-blah-di-blah. Things are starting to get moving. Think we might actually get somewhere with the plot in this chapter
~*Beauty and the Beast*~
Bright violet eyes opened slowly to the shrill sound of an alarm that was blatantly not his own. For a second he wondered where he was, until the softly muttered curses from across the room reminded him of his location, and he sat up slowly, turning off his brother's alarm. Wiping his eyes slowly he checked the time, not at all surprised at the digits that blinked back at him. Five am…as if two hours wasn't enough time to be ready for school.
"You didn't go to sleep at all last night, did you?" Mokuba asked as he crossed the room, yawning and trying his hardest to keep his balance. He normally didn't wake up until another hour from now, but now that he was awake he didn't see the point in going back to sleep. He would just have to wake up again and repeat this process all over.
"Would it help to say that I tried?" Seto tried without looking up from what he was doing, reading through the document he was printing out slowly, squinting to read what was written there. "Stop looking at me like that," he ordered, glancing over at his brother quickly between paragraphs. He was glaring at him again, like he always did when he was disappointed with him. As if it wasn't bad enough that Seto was disappointed with himself.
"But you didn't try!" Seto sighed and finished the sentence he'd been reading over, laying the paper back down in the tray amongst the others. "If you would have tried you'd still be in bed," he pointed out, brushing bangs back from his eyes as he yawned again. It was hard to be intimidating when one was half the size of the person they were trying to intimidate…and yawning more often than talking.
"I went to bed a few times, but I couldn't fall asleep. I didn't see the point in just laying there." To Seto, this was a valid point, but it wasn't enough for the smaller Kaiba, who puffed his cheeks out angrily, fighting back another yawn.
"If you would have stayed in bed you would have fallen asleep eventually!" Mokuba whined, and Seto was the one to yawn this time, standing up and resting a hand on his brother's head. "You're going to fall asleep in class and then that's going to come back on the company, you know. For being so work-focused you don't seem to think that far ahead," Mokuba whined, staring up at his brother from under his hand.
"I won't fall asleep at school, that's what coffee's for. Besides, if I start feeling tired I can just tell them I have something to take care of and leave. Problem solved, alright?" Mokuba didn't seem too pleased with that agreement, but he decided not to argue any farther. It wouldn't be a good idea to upset Seto this early in the morning, especially since he wanted something from him today.
Most of the morning was carried on with general peace. Mokuba left Seto alone as he made his coffee, getting changed and reemerging from his room for breakfast at the same time that Seto left to get changed. Mokuba was starting to get this feeling that Seto was try to avoid him…or rather, trying to avoid what he knew was coming eventually. Seto wasn't going to be able to avoid him forever, though!
It was close to seven when Seto finally left his room, stack of papers on hand. It had only been last night when he'd realized all the time he'd been wasting during school. Lunch was a perfect opportunity to get some work done, and he was determined to do just that. If Mokuba didn't want him staying up so late working any more than he'd just make up for the time he lost during lunch. It was a fair enough system, and it gave him something to do other than watch Joey make a fool out of himself…not to say that he wouldn't. Joey was so loud about everything he did that one really couldn't help but notice him…at least that's what Seto told himself
"Seto! SetoSetoSetoSetoSeto!" Seto flinched as Mokuba latched onto his hand happily; almost making him lose his grip on the papers he had just finished printing. It would have been hell if those had gotten out of order. For a moment Seto wondered if he might be able to find a binder lying around the house that he could use to organize them, but then remembered the reason he'd almost dropped his papers in the first place.
"What?" Seto asked as he removed his hand from Mokuba's grasp carefully, not wanting to hurt him. However, having his hand restricted could cause some problems, especially involving the stack of papers he was holding. Catching his papers before they could fall he reorganized them, waiting for Mokuba to speak his mind.
"You remember what you promised, right? Right? You're going to apologize to Joey, aren't you?" Mokuba asked, eyes wide and hopeful. As was true with most young children, Mokuba was much more energetic after being awake for a while, having lost so much sleep the night before. It was weird, how children seemed more energetic when they slept less. Sickening, in a way.
"I'm going to ask if he wants to come back, not apologize," Seto corrected blankly, continuing on his way before Mokuba could protest anymore. Both of them had been wrong, and Seto wasn't going to apologize unless Joey did…and even then there was only a slim chance. He just couldn't see himself apologizing for his actions…at the moment it had seemed the only logical choice in the matter.
Mokuba didn't see much of his brother after that; he was too busy getting ready for school…the both of them were, actually. Seto, despite being up early enough to greet the sun, never actually started preparing for school until a good ten or twenty minutes beforehand. All the time prior to that was used for either work or waking up…it depended on how much sleep he had received the night before, if any.
On his way to school Seto was vaguely aware of a sense of loneliness that had overcome him. He had gotten used to having Joey around, had grown used to his useless conversations and wasted energy. Now that it was gone he was stuck with the same boring old life he had had before…if you could even really call it that. School, work, sometimes sleep, and then back to start the routine all over again. It was an endless cycle of going through routine, a boring, stressful routine that Seto had come to hate over the short course of Joey's stay.
The blonde was nowhere in sight as Seto pulled up to the school, and he got out of his car as if nothing had happened. As if there was nothing wrong and today was just another day…the same as yesterday. Only a few days ago this had been normal, today would have been nothing more than another boring and pointless day of school. But ever since running into Joey that cold night…
Things just hadn't been the same.
Seto was beginning to wonder if things would ever be the same. When the week was over and it was time for Joey to go home, could Seto let him go? Knowing what little he knew about Joey's family, he still knew enough to know that Joey didn't belong there. He couldn't do anything to stop it, though. He was helpless, when it came down to it. Just another person desperate for attention from the person they…liked, if he dare to admit that much.
Seto was as antisocial as always that morning, and particularly careful when glancing over at Joey's friends. He was sure they didn't notice, and wouldn't even if he'd been obvious about it, but he didn't want to take that risk. Joey wasn't there, and deep down somewhere Seto was starting to worry. What if something really had happened to him? From the looks of things he hadn't gone over to Tristan's…seeing as one was there and the other…well, wasn't.
A young girl with curly blonde hair had inched her way over to him, trying not to look too suspicious. Seto barely took notice of her, letting her be. Normally he would have screamed at anyone who dare invade his personal space as such, but he didn't want to cause a scene. Not today. Not when he was trying so hard not to be noticed.
"Um…excuse me," she tried softly, a tiny blush marking her cheeks. Seto glanced down at her, facial expression not changing in the slightest.
"What do you want?" he asked in that same expressionless monotone and the shy face was instantly replaced with an angry look. Brown eyes glared daggers at him from between blonde bands, and Seto was reminded slightly of the look he was so used to receiving from Joey.
"You don't have to be so mean! Geeze, I thought you were new here, too. You looked lonely." Her face softened a little bit as she spoke; going from anger to what Seto could have sworn was pity. He hated that look, more than anything he hated that look. He didn't want to be pitied; he just wanted people to understand him. A bit of sympathy here and then was tolerable, but pity…he wasn't the type of boy to need someone else's pity.
"I like being alone." Nothing more was said between them, and she left soon enough, looking confused. Not that Seto noticed, or cared for that matter. A familiar face had appeared in the crowd, running over to his friends and laughing nervously between deep breaths. Now that he had established the fact that Joey was indeed at school…and all right…now what was he going to do? He couldn't just pull him away from his friends; they'd know something was up. Unless he was cruel about it, of course…at which point he was sure Joey wouldn't come. He'd said enough last night.
Joey had been surprised when Tristan hadn't been at the waiting spot. He was normally late, that was a given. He'd had to run to be sure to make it to school on time…and he still had a minute or two. It didn't even occur to him that that had been the reason Tristan had left, but he didn't really mind. He was too busy worrying about other things…like what class was going to be like with Seto. He'd almost been hoping Seto wouldn't show, but from the looks of things he was having no such luck.
Slowly people began to wander inside and he dropped back a bit to talk with Tristan, chatting about things they normally would have talked about on the way to school. Joey didn't dare tell him that Seto had kicked him out the night before, and he was careful not to be obvious that he was trying to hide his fresh bruises from Tristan. He didn't want Tristan turning this into something bigger than it already was.
He was surprised to find Seto waiting outside the classroom, staring out the window and seemingly not paying any attention to the people filing in past him. However, he did notice as blue eyes caught his, and he told Tristan that he had something to talk to Seto about in regards to his stay with a whisper, walking over to where Seto was standing.
Neither boy talked until the halls were almost empty, and Joey wondered if they were going to be on time to class. Probably not if this kept up. It would be rather pathetic of them to be late to class when they were standing right outside the door, now wouldn't it? It was Joey who broke the silence first, turning away so Seto couldn't see how absolutely guilty he looked.
"I'm sorry." Seto didn't say anything in regards to that, but Joey could hear him moving, pushing himself away from the wall and turning to actually face him.
"If you want to come back, meet me where we normally meet. I'll wait…for a while. If you don't show, then I'll assume you don't want to come back and arrange for your friend to pick up your things." Straight to the point, and Seto was turning to walk into the classroom. Joey smiled to himself slightly and followed him inside, collapsing into his seat as the bell rang. Maybe things weren't going to be so bad after all. Seto obviously didn't hate him…or at least, it didn't seem like it. He hadn't sound angry. If anything he had actually sounded…sorry. Upset. Like he actually wanted Joey to come back.
That thought was enough to make Joey's whole day seem a little bit brighter.
It was raining during lunch, so Joey stayed in the classroom with his friends, watching the rain fall, sliding down the window in tiny streams. It was beautiful, in a weird sort of way. It was something he didn't mind watching as he talked with his friends. Seto was also stuck in the classroom, but he didn't so much as even acknowledge Joey's presence. It was only normal for the two of them to act like they hated one another, if he let that slip…he didn't know what he'd do. People would know something was up, they'd talk about him…there would be rumors, and in the long run someone was bound to get hurt. Chances were it would be Seto himself, with his recent string of luck.
Lunch went by quickly, but it was the only part of the day that did. All through class Joey caught himself glancing over at Seto, and class seemed to drone on forever. He couldn't wait for class to end and go back with Seto…find out why he was doing this for him. Find out how he really felt about him…if he was just keeping a promise or if he really didn't mind Joey's company.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, the final bell rang. However, even though Joey wanted to sprint out the door after Seto, he took his time getting ready to leave. No need to drop the act everyone had grown so used to. Joey couldn't stand Seto, and Seto couldn't stand Joey…that was the way everyone was used to it being. Seto would surely be mad at him if he didn't keep up his pretense. These thoughts in mind a gentle tap on his shoulder made him jump, and he turned around quickly to face his teacher.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to have a word with you," she offered with a friendly smile, eyes locked with Joey's. Joey nodded slowly, a little bit frightened. What in the world had he done this time? Hell, he and Seto hadn't even fought in school for a while…for obvious reasons. What could it be?
"Well, I'll get going then. Talk to you later, Joey," Yugi offered as he walked over to the door, waving to his friend and following the crowd down the hallways. He normally would have waited for him, but he had things he had to do today. He didn't mind waiting a minute or two, but no one knew how long Joey would be in there.
"So…what did you want to talk to me about?" Joey asked as the silence started to get on his nerves, not liking it in the slightest. It was one of those uncomfortable silences that makes your head spin with all sorts of bad possibilities. Being in trouble as often as he was, Joey could think of quite a few bad reasons a teacher might want to talk to him.
"It's nothing bad, don't worry," she reassured him, sitting down at her desk, and setting her lesson plans down carefully. "I'm just a little worried, that's all." Joey blinked a few times, confused. Why would she be worried? He hadn't fought with anyone in a while, wasn't that a good thing? She obviously understood that Joey was confused and flipped through a small folder, taking out a stack of papers paper clipped together neatly.
"What's that?" Joey asked, leaning forward a bit to see what it was she was currently leafing through, setting aside a few papers now and then.
"They're your homework papers and tests. Joey, recently your grades have been slipping. Normally I wouldn't call someone out for this, but…where you stand I think this may pose a problem." Oh…well, Joey could see where that could be a problem, but…why did she have to tell him this today? He hadn't been doing well for a while.
"Oh. Well, I'm sorry. I'll try to do better, promise," he tried, starting to get a little nervous. He wasn't sure how long Seto would wait for him, and he didn't want to take his chances and drag this meeting on any longer than it had to go.
"Well, I hope so…for your sake. Either way, I noticed you looked rather preoccupied today during class. I've talked to your other teachers and they noticed the same. Is there any particular reason? Something on your mind you want to talk about?" Joey liked his teacher; he really did, but…geeze! Why did everyone have to worry about him so much? He was fine…well, for the most part anyway. He wouldn't be fine if he missed his ride. "Are you alright?" she asked again as Joey shifted nervously, trying to think of how to get out of there.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just…in a bit of a rush," he tried, hoping she'd understand. Maybe they could talk again tomorrow after school, or tomorrow morning. Whenever, he didn't care. Just so long as it wasn't NOW.
"I understand, but this is important. Your fellow teachers and I are worried about you." Damn. She wasn't going to give up until he told her what was on his mind, would she? He couldn't very well tell her what was going on, but he couldn't lie to his teacher, either. It was a lose/lose situation here. "Please stop fidgeting like that and look at me, Joey. Is there anything wrong? This could turn into a very serious problem."
"There's nothing wrong, I'm fine."
"Zoning out during class?" she tried again, placing the paperclip back on her stack of papers and waiting for an answer. She had heard some kids whispering rumors here and there about Joey, but she wasn't going to press them. Silly children spreading rumors, nothing more. Some kids said he had run away from home, others said he was in prostitution now, even others said he was a drug dealer, on and on. The rumors never seemed to stop. Normally such things would have her worried, but most of them were ridiculous rumors anyway. Besides, she trusted in Joey's good judgment. True enough he was in enough fights to make your head spin, but he was a good kid overall.
"Just…a little crush is all." There, hopefully that was enough for her. He really didn't want to go into details, nor think of another vague excuse.
A slender eyebrow rose at that, eying Joey suspiciously. "Really now. I would have figured you had a girlfriend. Not that I'm saying anything," she offered calmly, crossing her arms over her desk. If only she knew Joey wasn't talking about a girl at all. Wouldn't that have been a shock? He almost wished he could tell her, just to see her reaction. "Well, seeing as you said you're in a rush, I'll let you go. Please do work on bringing your grades back up…and try to pay more attention in class," she finished, sitting back in her seat. Joey nodded once, smiling brilliantly. Finally, he could leave.
"Thanks, I will. See you tomorrow." And he was gone, out the door and running down the hallways as quickly as he could manage. Most everyone had cleared the halls by now, only a few kids wandering here and there for club business and whatnot.
It was still raining outside, harder by now, and he kept his bag above his head as a sort of makeshift umbrella. He hadn't been able to grab his from home, and while he'd been out with Seto it hadn't occurred to him to buy one. Not that it would do him much good anyway, he hadn't had time to grab anything from Seto's when he'd left anyway.
"Seto better be there," Joey bitched aloud as he ran, knowing it would be one hell of a walk back to Seto's in this rain. He really didn't want to think about that…he was sure Seto would wait for him. He wasn't that late. At least, he didn't think he was.
However, as luck would have it, Seto was gone, and Joey was not a very happy little boy. He was soaked, and absolutely freezing. He was going to get sick if he stayed out in this much longer, but there was no way he was going anywhere other than Seto's tonight. He wasn't going to miss out on the one chance Seto had given him.
The house was abnormally quiet as Seto closed the door behind him, and for a split second he worried if Mokuba was all right. Normally he was watching TV or something, but there was no sound coming from the living room, and the silence that hung over the hallway was rather unsettling. However, his worries were all for naught as Mokuba peered his head around the living room doorway.
"Joey come back?" he asked hopefully, eyes hopeful. As much as he loved his brother and enjoyed his company, he also loved spending time with Joey. Not to say that he loved Joey any more than he did his brother, but it was rather obvious that his brother was home. This was not the case with Joey, however.
"No. He didn't want to, obviously," Seto answered monotonously, running fingers through his hair, damp and cold with the raindrops that had found their way there. Mokuba didn't look too happy with that answer, but didn't press the issue. Good, Seto didn't really want to talk about it. As much as he hated to admit it, he had been a little bit disappointed himself when Joey hadn't shown up. As much as Joey confused him, deep down he knew what he wanted.
It was this knowledge that confused him. He had liked it when Joey kissed him, he wanted Joey to stay with him, and he missed spending time with him. Deep down somewhere he understood that he had fallen for Joey, but his mind refused to acknowledge it. Kept on wondering how such a ridiculous idea even came to be.
"Well…I guess that's his choice," Mokuba muttered to himself, walking back to the couch and sitting down, turning the television back on. There was nothing really interesting on, but it was better than doing nothing.
"Don't you have homework?" Seto asked, sitting down next to his little brother and taking the remote. He hadn't seen Mokuba work on his homework in a while, and he was sure the boy wasn't getting off easy in class every day. Even Seto found time to do his homework around work, there was no reason Mokuba couldn't do his.
"Already done," Mokuba chirped happily, glad Seto was staying with him. He had been planning on spending the afternoon alone, now that Joey wasn't here, but Seto had really changed in the last couple days. Now he was starting to act more like the big brother Mokuba remembered…before they were anybodies. Back when Seto was just Seto, not some work-driven company boss.
It was quite a while later when Seto finally got up to leave, and Mokuba was a little bit upset, but understood. Seto had spent a while with him, more time than he normally would have, and that was enough. He couldn't be selfish, after all. Seto hadn't been planning on leaving so early, but someone was at the door and while he was standing up he might as well just go back to his room, right? No point in sitting back down only to get back up again and head to work.
As his fingers closed around the door handle he allowed himself a little bit of hope that maybe Joey had stopped by…if not even just for his stuff. He wanted to see him again, even though it had only been an hour or two since they'd last seen one another.
The sight that met him on the other side of the door wasn't at all what he was expecting. It was Joey after all, out of breath and drenched. Blonde hair stuck to his face stubbornly as he leaned against the doorframe for support. Seto simply stood there and stared for a while, a little confused.
"You…left me…you…jerk," Joey managed between deep breaths, glaring at Seto from between his bangs. They were uncomfortable in his eyes, but he didn't have the energy to brush them aside right now. He'd run for the house when the sun had started to set, really not wanting to be out in the night cold and rain. It was still coming down rather hard, and Joey was desperately trying to stay under the tiny ledge of Seto's doorway.
"You were late," Seto offered coldly, stepping outside and closing the door behind him. Joey didn't bother to follow that up with a comment, just let it slide. True, he had been late, but it wasn't his fault. Fault didn't matter, though. All that mattered right now was figuring this whole mess out. "So…do you want to come back, or…"
"Of course I want to come back. I wouldn't have run all this way in the rain if I didn't want to come back!" Joey snapped, a little bit angry that Seto would think that he had gone through all that for nothing. Why couldn't Seto just accept that fact that someone wanted to be with him…near him?
"Why?" Seto asked, walking over to the ledge and holding a hand out to catch the falling raindrops. He looked like a little child like that, and Joey would have smiled if Seto hadn't been starting in with the whole self-doubt thing again. It was enough to make his anger fade a little, however.
"I thought I made it pretty clear yesterday," he offered with a small smile, walking around so that he was standing in front of Seto…in the rain again. A hand reached up to brush bangs out of his eyes, staring evenly at Seto and waiting for a response. A tiny blush covered Seto's cheeks instead of any sort of vocal response and he turned away, angry with himself again. "Come on, if you're going to talk to me face me," Joey practically demanded, reaching a hand to Seto's shoulder to turn him back.
"Don't touch me, you're all wet," Seto snapped, smacking his hand away. Joey smiled evilly at that, grabbing Seto's wrist and pulling him out into the rain with him.
"Now so are you." Seto glared at him for all he was worth, but it was rather hard to be intimidating when you yourself are feeling rather like a drowned rat. "Now, if you're done with your questions, I have one: Why do you want me back?" Joey asked calmly, moving to sit on the steps, glancing back over his shoulder at where Seto was standing, still pouting about getting wet.
"I don't know," Seto finally answered after a long silence, sitting down next to Joey. He looked…vulnerable. Human, even, blue eyes no longer cold and emotionless but soft and confused. He looked younger like that, and much more attractive. True, Seto's aloof nature gave him a sort of unattainable charm, but this side of him was just beautiful. Joey wondered if this was what Seto would have grown up to look like if his parents were around…if he didn't have to work so hard and take care of Mokuba.
"Do you want me back? Or is this just about your promise?" Joey asked softly, not taking his eyes off Seto's face. He didn't want to lose a single second of what he was seeing now, wanted to imprint a picture forever in his mind and never forget it. There was another long silence on Seto's end before he opened his mouth to speak, not finding the words for a few more seconds afterward.
"I…I want you back. I don't know why, but I don't want you to leave." Seto no longer looked so vulnerable and young, but he also wasn't the same Seto everyone was used to seeing. The hate was gone from his eyes, although that was the only difference now. He had regained his sense of power and self-control, and Joey was sad the moment had left. "Why did you kiss me? It was a stupid thing to do."
"I know it was stupid, but…I guess I was just kind of hoping." Seto sighed and crossed his arms over his legs, staring at the ground.
"Hope…all it really does is let you down."
"If you say so. I don't think it does." Seto shook his head and looked back up at Joey again.
"I wish you wouldn't have kissed me, but wishing's just as good as hope, huh? Doesn't do anything for you…" Joey was a little hurt by that, but Seto didn't seem angry with him, just…he seemed regretful. There was a hint of regret in his voice that Joey just didn't understand.
"I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you. Um…how about, I give you permission to kiss me. Any time you want. Deal?" Seto blinked a few times before turning to the ground again.
"Why would I want to kiss you?" he asked sharply, clenching his hands around the fabric of his sleeves. This was confusing…too damn confusing. If only Joey hadn't kissed him, things would have been so much easier. He could have gone on ignorant of how Joey felt, and maybe then he wouldn't be feeling all these strange things himself.
"I don't know. Hell, maybe you don't know why either," Joey tried to explain, instead finding that he made no sense…except to himself anyway. He knew what he was trying to say; he just didn't know how to say it.
"I'm so tired of trying to figure this all out," Seto whined, more to himself than Joey, but Joey heard him anyway, leaning forward to see Seto's face again. "I know what I want, I just don't know why, and it's driving me crazy. But, at the same time…I'm getting so damn sick of trying to figure out why! I just…want to do what I want to do." Joey blinked and reached a hand out for Seto's cautiously, brushing the back of his fingers over Seto's gently.
"Then do what you want to do. I do. I told you I didn't know why I did the things I did, either. You don't always have to understand everything." Seto had noticed Joey's touch but hadn't felt the need to acknowledge it any more than to look over at Joey. It wasn't hurting him, and he had too much on his mind to really care right now.
"Maybe you don't, but I do," Seto tried to explain, but shortly afterwards realized he sounded rather ridiculous. Joey just smiled slightly, eyes moving away from Seto's to his hand.
"I want to kiss you again. I don't know why, but I want to," Joey said softly, trying to prove a point. It didn't matter why you wanted something. Your body knew, obviously. Emotions just weren't made for people to understand them.
Joey jumped as he felt lips press against his, meeting eyes with Seto again. He hadn't really been expecting for Seto to kiss him…ever. Especially not now…not after all the fighting and screaming that had occurred last time. It just didn't make sense…but Joey supposed it didn't have to.
"I just wanted to," Seto snapped as he pulled away, answering before Joey could even ask. Joey smiled slightly, but before he could even protest that he wasn't going to say anything, Seto was kissing him again, hand letting go of his sleeve to hold onto Joey's instead. He was shaking a little bit, scared. He didn't like not understanding things…he didn't like being attached to anyone. However, he DID understand that he was lonely, and he DID understand that it was seclusion that made him such.
"Does this mean you're willing to give me a chance?" Joey asked, smiling that same bright smile again. It was no longer that appreciative or melancholy smile that had graced his features earlier, but a truly happy one.
"Just don't screw it up," Seto snapped harshly. He sounded angry, trying to cover up just how scared he really was. He was so afraid of being hurt it was ridiculous. But even so, his face didn't show it, and his voice didn't show it. Nothing in his face showed fear. Joey would have thought Seto was truly angry with him if it wasn't for the slim fingers griping his hand desperately and shaking ever so slightly.
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Whee! Another chapter finished! I think this story may only make it to ten chapters, but who knows. It might last longer than that. Depends on how I want to distribute the events of the story.
Sorry it's been so long since last I updated, but I finally finished Bible of Kumagoro and then I fell into a writing slump right afterwards. That would explain why this chapter isn't all that great. And yes, I have gotten the teacher lectures like Joey's before…lots of them…from the head district principal lady (I dunno what they're called).
(P.S.—if you want a good Chapter 8 song, I was listening to Gackt's 'Rain' while I wrote it)
And now it's time for the seriously messed up story within the story:
MANDATORY MOKUBA KIDNAPPING PART 8:
Seto: I'm all wet, thanks to the puppy…
PG: *has already been gagged to keep from making perverted jokes* (about Seto being wet, hahaha :D)
Mokuba: *starts singing 'Singing in the Rain'*
Joey: -_- stop calling me puppy *growls*
Seto: That's not helping any.
Joey: .
Mokuba: *snatched by random person*
Joey: I'm not a dog!
Seto: …
Tea: Joey, I have some candy if you want it.
Joey: O.O Ooooh…sugar.
Tea: Beg.
Joey: . Die Bag, die.
Tea: ^_^ That's payback for calling me Bag.
Joey: *Blink* Hey…whatever happened to the annoying singing?
Seto: -_- *twitch*
Mokuba: *somewhere far far away* T_T I hate my life
*Glomps all you wonderful people out there* you love me, right??? You know how you show you love me?
By reviewing.
……………I'm innocent, I swear…