Disclaimer:  I do not own Yugioh or the Smurfs.  I sadly only own Slaughter and his gang.  You can purchase these fine characters for the specially low price of… What?!  You mean I can't sell them here?  I have to go to Ebay (which I also do not own)?  Darn.  I do not own anything.

Warning:  This story contains sexual situations, coarse language and boy/boy relationships.  If you do not like Yaoi or the Joey/Kaiba pairing, please do not read further. 

Blue Without You–Chapter 2 By Fenris5000--Greygallows

Then a malicious smile came to the leaders face as he dragged Joey's protesting body over to the bathroom stalls.  Joey tried to jerk out of the grasp, but the other gang members had made an impregnable wall between him and freedom.

"We'll see who eats shit, pretty boy."

"No!" Joey screamed as his fingers locked desperately onto the door of the stall.  It was a pitiful attempt as the gang members pushed against his back, his fingers screeching as they slid loose from the aluminum.  Joey yelped as Slaughter wrenched his arms behind his back. Searing pain engulfed the blond as the leader jerked them higher, until he thought his arms would pop out of their sockets.

Slaughter kicked the back of Joey's knees and the smaller boy collapsed automatically to kneel before the toilet.  Joey tried to scramble back to his feet, but Slaughter's hands pushed down on his shoulders keeping the boy where he was.  Joey felt a hand stroking through his hair and thrashed his head trying to get it out of Slaughter's reach.

"Don't fight it, pretty boy." Slaughter's fingers continued to comb through the boys golden locks.  "Is the pretty boy thirsty?"

"No thanks, I already had a drink."

"I think you still look a little parched."

Joey continued to struggle as the fingers in his hair began to tighten, pulling cruelly at his scalp. "Ahhhhh!" Joey yelped as moisture gathered at the corners of his eyes. Why was this happening to him?

The hand tangled in Joey's hair pressed him forward, and the blond found his face hovering just inches above the toilet rim.  His stomach convulsed at the sight of the toilet, his eyes closed trying to block the image out of his mind.  This was beyond cruel, but from the spluttering sounds coming from the other side of the stall, Joey knew that there was no way in hell Slaughter would be merciful.

Joey tried to keep his head up, but the insistent pressure on the back of his head was overpowering his efforts. He felt his resistance slipping, his head getting closer and closer.

"Wait!" Joey yelled and the hand at his nape paused.  Good, he had a few seconds to convince them not to do this.  Joey racked his pounding head, come on, come on.  "Um… friends don't go around beating up friends?" Crap, where did that come from? Damn Tea and her stupid friendship crap.  Man, he'd obviously hit his head harder than he thought if he was starting to quote that nitwit.

"Hahahahahahaha." The gang laughed simultaneously.

"Great, I'm dead."

"Dunk him, dunk him, dunk him." The gang chanted.

Joey took a terrified breath of air right before the hand clutching his hair forced his face down into the blue water of the toilet.  He clenched his eyes against the biting cold of the water.  Don't breathe, don't open your mouth!  He was losing it as he gulped down the last of the air he had taken in and started to panic.  His eyes burst open as he was hauled out of the water, blue water streaking down his shirt.  He stood, blinking the water from his eyes, the wet mop of his hair plastered to his forehead. Joey gasped, his chest quaking as he filled his lungs with air. Too soon he felt the hand grasp his hair again and start his descent to the toilet once more.

"No!!"

Joey only had seconds to gulp in sweet oxygen before he was submerged again. And again. And again. And again.  It continued, the same pattern, pulled out, gulp air, pushed down. 

Finally he lay in a wet heap before the toilet.  Slaughter gave him one last kick, sneering, "Loser." Then he stalked out of the bathroom followed by his gang.

Joey's body convulsed on the floor as a flood of hacking coughs escaped his lips.  His fingers trembled as he pulled himself into a sitting position, sagging against the cold porcelain of the toilet.  Come on Joey pull yourself together, he slapped his face and winced as he hit a bruise on his cheek.  Joey used the door to pull himself to his feet and then stumbled out of the stall. 

He turned to the other stall, where he remembered the other kid had been and as he came around, a face popped into view.

"You!" They yelled in unison.

"Hahahahahahahaha," Joey pointed a finger and then clutched his stomach as pain rippled up his abs.  He received a murderous glare from none other than Seto Kaiba.  "Hee, hee, you look like a smurf."

Kaiba's hand shot out and clutched Joey's jaw, jerking his face towards the mirror on the wall.  "Look in the mirror, Smurfette."

"Gah!" Joey shook off Kaiba's grip and scrambled to the mirror.  His fingers shook as they came up to his now blue face.  Dammit, what kind of crap did they put in the toilet?

"What the hell are we gonna do?" Joey screeched as he glanced back and forth from his reflection in the mirror and Kaiba's.

"There is no 'we'.  I'm going home, I couldn't care less about what you're going to do, mutt."

"What do you mean? I saved your life! Talk about ungrateful."

Kaiba glared pointedly at Joey's blue face. "You didn't do a very good job, did you? As for saving my life, I was handling myself quite well and didn't need any help from a mongrel like you."

"You freakin'jerk! If I'd a known it was you drinkin' toilet water, I wouldn't have helped.  I woulda cheered them on."

Joey frowned at his reflection as he started to rub his face.  "Crap, this stuff won't come off!"

"Don't panic," Kaiba growled rolling his eyes as he came to one of the sinks and splashed water on his face, he took a paper towel from the dispenser and started to rub at his blue skin.  He glared down at the paper towel in frustration as nothing happened.

"Told ya."

"If you don't stop annoying me, you'll be black as well as blue," Kaiba seethed.

"Hey you shouldn't talk ta your knight in shining armor like that," Joey said puffing out his chest.  "Who knows what would have happened if I hadn't come along.  A poor defenseless boy trapped in a deserted bathroom with a bunch of wild, lusty gang members…"

Kaiba rolled his eyes.

"A rich defenseless boy?"

"Shut up, mutt."

"Nah," Joey said.  "Not till you either thank me for saving your virtue or admit that you owe me big time."

Glaring, Kaiba grabbed Joey's arm and headed for the door, "Fine, let's go."

Joey's eyes widened in surprise as Kaiba didn't spaz out as usual.  Was this some kind of trick or did Kaiba also hit his head when he scuffled with the gang?  "Hey Kaiba? What do you mean by 'fine'.  'Fine' as in you agree that you should thank me for saving you or 'fine' you owe me big time?"

Kaiba's eyes narrowed at the dumb mongrel. "One day I'm going to buy you a muzzle, puppy."

"Don't call me that!"

"Then shut up."

Joey clenched his lips shut and Kaiba laughed at the mutinous glare the blond bestowed on him.  He quickly turned the laugh into a cough and schooled his features to hide his amusement.  Couldn't let the puppy think he was going soft.  Because he wasn't!

"Come on." Kaiba took Joey's sleeve and led him to the door.  Too bad there hadn't been a window in the washroom, it would have been so easy to escape outside.  Kaiba opened the door and two blue faces peered out.  Everyone was in class at the moment, so the hallway was empty.

Kaiba tiptoed out of the washroom and Joey followed, crouching behind the taller boy, his fingers clamped onto the back of Kaiba's trenchcoat.  It annoyed the hell out of Kaiba, but he pushed it to the back of his mind.

Then he stopped suddenly as he heard a buzz of voices coming their way.  Joey and Kaiba stared at each other in fear as they heard the approaching click of shoes on the smooth floor.  Kaiba clicked into autopilot as he pulled the stunned blond along behind him stumbling into the first door they came to.  Kaiba quickly closed the door behind them as he heard the voices coming closer.  The room they had fled to was pitch black, and seemed to be a storage closet as he felt a mop fall on his head.

"Kai…"

"Shhh." Kaiba said placing a finger to Joey's lips.  How he had found the blond's lips so easily, Kaiba didn't know.  He had just known where they were, known exactly where Joey was.  He felt Joey's warm breath caressing the finger he held to his lips and closed his eyes briefly.  What the hell was he doing?  He snatched his finger from Joey's lips and folded his arms in front of himself.  Obviously the lack of air during the head dunking had traumatized him more than he had thought.

Then they heard a muffled voice through the door, "I wonder where Joey is? Friends should always let their friends know when they're going to ditch school."

"Lay off Tea.  He was acting really weird during math class," Tristan said.

"Poor Joey, I hope he's okay." Yugi's worry filled voice piped in.  "Kaiba's also missing, I hope he's okay too."

"Well I don't miss him."

"Come on Tristan, just because he's not friendly, doesn't mean that he doesn't want to be friends."

Kaiba felt Joey lean closer and whisper, "Really? You wanna be friends?"

The brunette growled as he slapped his palm against the side of Joey's head.

"Ow."

"Shhh."

The voices faded away as the group moved on and quiet came once more to the two boys hiding in the closet.  Kaiba slowly inched the door open and looked out.  The hall was empty again as Kaiba led Joey towards the exit.

"That was close," Joey said as he pushed through the door to collapse onto the grassy ground.

"You dunce, we may be out of school but someone could still walk by and see us."

"Yeah, what we need is a disguise."

Kaiba shook his head in disgust as he pulled out his cell phone and speed dialed his chauffeur.  "Pick me up at the school gate, now."

The cell phone was snapped closed and pocketed again.  "Get up puppy, we don't have time for this."

"Aw, come on, don't you ever take time to smell the roses?"  Joey said as he leaned back on his elbows and raised his face up to the warmth of the sun.

"If you want a ride, you'd better get your lazy ass over to the front gate within the next five minutes or I'll leave without you." Kaiba barked as he stormed off, coattail snapping in the wind.

When Joey caught up with the tall CEO, Kaiba was jerking a newspaper out of the newspaper dispenser.  He looked up as Joey approached and pulled a section out of the paper, tossing it towards the blond.

Joey squinted down at the paper, "Hey, this is the fashion section.  Can I have the comics instead?"

"We're not going to read it, we're going to hide behind it, stupid."  Kaiba turned away to look at his watch.  Damn, what was taking so long?  If that chauffeur didn't show up in the next two minutes he'd find himself looking for a new job.

"Hey Kaiba, like this?"

Kaiba pivoted back towards the blond and saw two golden eyes peeping out behind two holes he had made in the newspaper.  Kaiba's lip curled as Joey's eyes started to roll around in a doltish manner.  The CEO pulled out his own newspaper and snapped it open, effectively blocking the half-wit from his view.

At that moment, Kaiba's limo screeched to a halt in front of the two boys.  Kaiba strode forward and jerked the door open.  He swooped into the car with a flourish and Joey hopped in before the brunette could change his mind and slam the door in his face.

"Where to, Mr. Kaiba?"

"Home." Kaiba's voice was muffled by the newspaper.

Joey took the seat across from Kaiba, facing towards the back of the car.  His gaze roamed around the extravagant interior, delighting in all the buttons that sat within reach.  His fingers inched towards the control panel.

"Don't even think about it."

Joey's gaze shot up as his hand jerked guiltily away.  Kaiba's face was still buried behind the newspaper.  "How did ya know?"

"Elementary, my dear puppy."  Where the hell did that come from?

Joey's brow furrowed at the answer. 

Well, may as well mess with the puppy.  Kaiba's hand reached out to the control panel and pressed a button, causing the privacy glass to roll up.  When it was in place and the chauffeur could no longer see them, Kaiba folded up his newspaper and set it beside him.  He leaned back into the leather and levelled Joey with an intense blue gaze.

"Wh…what?  Do I have something on my face or something?"

Ah, a new way to torture the puppy, Kaiba grinned evilly to himself.  The dumbfounded expression on the blond's face was quite appealing. And was the mutt stuttering?  It was such a difference from the cocky attitude the teen usually wore like a shield.  This could possibly be very enjoyable, if only to put a terrible fright into the little puppy.

Kaiba's hand snaked out, grabbing Joey's wrist and yanking the blond forward.  Joey yelped as he fell across the CEO's lap.  His honey eyes were stricken as he found himself folded in a loose embrace and cornered by Kaiba's icy blue gaze.  He scrambled up abruptly, his elbows digging into Kaiba's stomach for leverage. 

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Joey howled, as he slumped back into his seat across from Kaiba.

The CEO was still wincing from the sharp elbow to his side.  He gritted his teeth as he faced the glowering blue face of the blond.  Kaiba smirked at Joey's flustered appearance.  "I couldn't help myself, I've always had a soft spot for Smurfette."

"I am not Smurfette!"

"Mmm, you're right.  Smurfette was never this feisty."

Joey shoved a hand through his hair, causing the blond locks to stand on end.  "Dammit, what the hell happened to you?"

Just then, the limo came to a stop.  Joey jumped out of the vehicle and raced towards the front door before Kaiba even got a chance to answer.  He grabbed up the newspaper at his side, exited the car and strolled casually up to the mansion.  The blond didn't turn as Kaiba came to stand beside him, pausing to fish out his keys and open the door.

"Eager little puppy, aren't you?"

Kaiba couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips as Joey stiffened at his side.  He pushed the door open and motioned for the blond to enter.  Joey stood at the door for a moment, a fierce frown marring his angelic features.  Then as if he had come to the conclusion that he couldn't stand at Kaiba's door all day, he reluctantly walked through the doorway.

Kaiba pocketed his keys and followed.  As he slammed the door closed behind him, Joey jumped and whirled around.  "There's no need to be so jumpy, pup."

"Uh… maybe I should go."

"You don't want to risk anyone seeing you like that, do you?"

"Well, this crap didn't come off at school so what difference does it make?"

"You forget I'm a genius." Kaiba smirked.  "It just so happens that my company has come out with a new cleaning product that should work miracles on this stuff.  Although, I have become very attached to having my own personal smurf."

"Shut the hell up."

"Wait here, I'll be right back."

Joey watched Kaiba stride from the room.  What the hell was wrong with him?  Could that gang have given him brain damage?  He glanced towards the door and wondered if he should follow his instincts and get the hell out of there.  Obviously Kaiba wasn't in his right mind.  But how long would it take for him to get back to normal?  He hoped that it would be soon; it would be so embarrassing for the CEO to act this way at school.  Although, it would be funny to see Kaiba making a fool of himself mooning all over him in class.

Joey walked into the living room.  It was bigger than his whole house put together.  The room was clinically clean; a large white couch stood in the middle of the room and was flanked by two mahogany tables.  An object on the first table caught his eye, and a devilish grin played on his lips.  Ah ha, the perfect way to get back at the rich pig.

Joey strolled over to the table and picked up the object, just as he heard Kaiba's footsteps coming closer. 

Click. Click.

Kaiba's footsteps faltered at the sight of Joey aiming Mokuba's camera in his direction.  The click of the camera told him it was too late to jump out of the way.  His livid gaze clashed with the triumphant zeal he saw in the honeyed gaze of his rival. 

"Give me the camera," Kaiba growled as he slowly advanced on the blond.

"I don't think so," Joey crowed as he held the camera up with relish.  "These pictures will definitely come in handy.  Now, which newspaper should I call?"  He tapped his chin thoughtfully.

"If you don't give me that camera now puppy, you'll be very sorry."

Joey's eyes widened in fear as he noticed Kaiba advancing on him.  He started to back away, keeping his gaze trained on the menacing figure inching closer and closer.  "Stay back Kaiba, I don't want to hurt ya."

A rumble of laughter came from Kaiba's throat.  "You'll never win against me."

Joey nervously looked from side to side trying to find an escape from the advancing CEO, when none was apparent, he smiled triumphantly as a new plan came into his mind.  Absolutely foolproof.

He quickly stuffed the camera down his pants, and met Kaiba's eyes, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Hmm, this just got interesting," Kaiba leered at the blond boy in front of him and saw the smirk wavering on his lips.  "But let me ask one question: do you really think that's going to stop me?"

Tbc???

A/N: There's no need to be angry people.  The toilets that Joey and Kaiba were dunked in were extremely clean.  In fact, they had just been cleaned moments before these dastardly events occurred.  Hence, the blue water.   Also, I know, how could Kaiba be attacked?  Well, with all the water he drank, he was also anxious to use the washroom.  In his preoccupied state, he let his guard down and they got him.  Hee.  Hee.  I know it would have been cool if Kaiba had come in and saved Joey, but it's kind of nice to see them suffering together.  Anyways, there's still plenty of time for Kaiba to play the hero.  Or is there????

Review and we shall see…maybe.