Title: Tears And Blood
Chapter: 4/?
Author: Danyella Skyler Silverfire
Website: None
Rating: R
Genre(s): Angst/Supernatural/Crossover... eventually... now. Okay it's Gundam Wing. And something else. But ya gotta guess what. It would be to easy to just tell you.
Pairing(s): Katsuya/?, Eventual Katsuya/Seto... in the far distant future.
Summary: Katsuya just can't catch a break, first Shadii and him have a little talk that ends with him getting hit bay a car, he gets shot in the back saving _Kaiba_, and he has weird dreams. And that's just the start of his troubles.
Chapter Summery: Katsuya's dad pays him a visit. And to make up for that horror the nurses visit yet again.
Warnings: Major Angst ahead. I am going to be extremely mean to them but bear with me. I am going somewhere with all the angst. And just so you know I am most likely to piss off all my readers. And I'm very proud of this. Also Evil Dadness, Nurses of Doom, and Odd Katsuya thoughts.
Disclaimer: I don't own them though I wish I did. So Yu-gi-oh!, Gundam Wing, and the mysterious unnamed other are not mine. But maybe if I'm feeling nice I'll say what the mysterious one is...maybe...if someone asks.
Author's Note: I'm instituting a new thing to the beginning of each chapter. Chapter word count. It's according to Microsoft Word though. 'thoughts', "speech", ~'telepathy'~ maybe on the last though.
Chapter Word Count: 2,360
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Chapter Four - Old Dad, New Pot
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Two Weeks Later - AC 195
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Katsuya looked up from "Dragon Quest" to see who had entered his room. "Oh. You. You finally noticed that I was gone I take it. So, what can I do for you?" he asked in a flat formal tone, as he set his book down with a stiff elegance.
"This is getting ridiculous, Katsuya. Wait, let me rephrase that; this is becoming redundant; this is repetitive. Every summer. Every one since you where five. And quite frankly I'm tired of paying the bills," the man stated in the same flat formal tones.
"Then why have you not kicked me out before this. Or sent me to live with Mother? I _know_ you do not want me. You never have as far back as I can remember."
"It is correct that I have never wanted you, Katsuya, but I want your mother to have you even less."
"Hai, because she wants to have me live with her. You just keep me as revenge against her for staying married to you for so long. Some father you are. Treating your own son like he is some stranger that you want nothing to do with but must."
"You are not my son. You are some bastard of your mother's from an affair she had before we even met."
"What?" Katsuya asked, surprise actually slipping into his voice. That was new.
"You are not my son," the man (obviously the man Katsuya had thought of as father) said in a slow emotionless tone. "And since you are now old enough to take care of yourself, I want you gone."
"You drop that bomb then kick me out? I _am_ injured you know."
"I realize this, but I want you gone. Leave Domino."
"And do what? In case you do not know I am 15. What would I do?"
"That is not my problem. Contact me after you have gotten a place, and I will forward your belongings. Good day, Katsuya." So saying he turned and left closing the door firmly behind him.
Katsuya, in a fit of rage threw the book at the door before staring down at his hands in thought. 'I can't stay here. I don't want to chance running into _him_ again. But where can I stay?' Katsuya paused as a thought occurred to him, 'Maybe Yukio told the truth. Even if he hadn't told the truth, it _is_ rather sad the a dream's a better father than Kenji had _ever_ been. Pathetic even. Hopefully none of those bastards like Bandit Keith ever found out. He would _never_ live it down.'
The door opened interrupting his train of rather depressed thought. Sally asked, in a concerned tone, "Jou-chan, are you okay? I heard what he said."
"I'm okay. I guess I was kinda expecting something like this. Just not all of that."
"Well, it was rather cold."
"Not that. That's normal for us," Katsuya said, in a negligent tone. "The dad thing though...that was...different. Anyway, now I have to figure out what I'm going to do. I kinda need to find a place to live. Ya know. Once I leave your...tender...mercies."
"Well, I may have a suggestion for you," Sally said, closing the door, then crossing the room to sit next to him, in the chair by his bed.
"What's that?"
"You have to swear never to tell anyone what I tell you no matter what you decide, okay?" she asked, with a serious face.
"I swear. I can tell by your expression that it's serious."
"Good. I would hate to have to kill you," she responded with a slight, affectionate smile.
"Ha, ha. Very funny. Not!"
"No, I'm serious." Her tone reflected her words
"Umm....Sally your creeping me out here," Katsuya said, leaning away from the doctor. Then he stopped. His back had just reminded him that it had gotten a rather intimate view of a bullet. 'Damn snipers.'
"But you may get shot at again." Sally said, with a rather evil look in her eye.
Katsuya leaned even further away from Sally, almost falling out of his bed. Only his grip on the bars kept him from crashing on his back and injuring himself again...well, more. 'Is Sally telepathic? Can she read my mind? Sally, can you read my mind? 'Cause if you can't I'm blaming you for giving me that book and putting those kind of thought in my head!'
"Yes, I can read your mind, Jou-chan," Sally said, blandly. Very blandly. Too blandly.
Katsuya looked at her with an emotionless face for a full minute before he did what any teenage boy would in that situation. He let out a very female sounding shriek.
"My aren't you high strung. You're easy to psyche aren't you?" Sally asked, with a rather evil gleam in her eye. This did not bode well for Katsuya's future masculine comfort. Not well at all.
'Before any more could be said a very familiar scene happened yet again. Yes, you guessed it, "Overprotective Nurses of Doom!" tonight at eleven.' Katsuya paused. 'That was just fucked. All right, no more late night cable TV for me. My line of thought is just _too_ weird at times...even for me.'
Sally looked at the nurses calmly before asking pleasantly, "Can one of you please bring m a wheel chair? I think Jou-chan has spent to time indoors recently. That is not healthy for a growling little boy," she finished with an affectionate smile as she ruffled Katsuya's hair.
"I'm not a little boy," Katsuya muttered whining, with a very childlike pout on his face. He looked _too_ cute.
"KAWAII!" came the unanimous response of the nurses as they hugged their 'implements of doom' as Katsuya would think.
'I hate it when they do that. I'm not cute. I'm sexy, thank you very much.' Katsuya thought his pout growing bigger. That didn't help. At all. Well except to confirm their already very _public_ opinion. 'Damn females, and their cute obsessed minds. They can't even distinguish between cute and sexy. I will never understand that scary place known to us males only as, "The Forbidden Place of No Return." Because all males that had gone their have never returned whole or sane. Too sad.'
One of the nurses returned quickly with a wheelchair. A new wheelchair. 'Okay so maybe it's a good thing that the nurses consider me cute.' Then they all insisted on helping him into it. 'Okay, maybe not. Damn the female maternal instincts, and my ability to awaken them while injured. That was _not_ a super power I wanted. Maybe laser vision, or better, x-ray vision!' "Ooo..." Katsuya said staring at the crotch of the nurse in front of him.
"Oh look he's trying to be sexy! HOW CUTE!" the said nurse exclaimed. All the nurses started _cooing_ over him in response. He hated when they did that.
'I could practically hear the capital letters on that last part.' Katsuya thought, dropping his eyes and pouting again. 'I can't win with these females. Maybe I should just give up on the whole gender and stick with guys. _Them_ at least I can understand. Maybe Yukio can help,' Katsuya froze. 'I did _not_ just think of asking a _dream_ of what to do with _my_ love life. Now _that_ is pathetic!' After a brief pause to think, 'Well it can't hurt. Or get any worse...I hope. And these are supposed to be my good years.'
After the nurses released him from their vile, evil clutches, Sally pushed him out of the room and down the hall leading to the garden courtyard the hospital had. It wasn't a silent ride by any means. Sally talked to him pleasantly about his friends and their visits, about the books her and the nurses had given him to read to stave off boredom, or even the information that the news gave them on the war. When they reached the courtyard she pushed him towards a bench in the center. The courtyard was empty, but that wasn't surprising considering it was overcast out. Not that he minded. He actually liked it like that, it always seemed to have a clean, healing smell to it.
"Sorry the weather's so bad, but it's the only place I could think of where we wouldn't be overheard as we talk," Sally apologized, as she sat on the bench in front of her and folding her hands primly in her lap.
"Nah, I actually like the weather like this. Some of my best memories are of days like this." Katsuya said waving away her concern as he turned his head to look at a nearby bush with a slight smile. 'What a happy plant. So bright and cheerful. Makes me feel...comfortable, safe.'
"Like what?" Sally asked, curious about what kind of memories Katsuya could have to make him actually like overcast days.
"I don't remember. I just remember that they where good. And from before Mother married Kenji," Katsuya answered distractedly as he look at the bush concentrating more on it. When he looked at it closer it seemed...off. Sickly, but not much. Maybe the atmosphere of the hospital...? No that's not it.
"When did your fa...Kenji marry your mother, Jou-chan?" Sally asked with a slight frown marring her features.
"Four, maybe five. I'm not sure. I wasn't there, she just came home one day and said he was my daddy. But something about him just didn't seem...right." Maybe its bugs? Nah, the leaves are whole.
"And you don't think it's odd that you don't remember anything before you were five?" Sally asked, her concern growing.
"Nah, not really. Mom said everything was okay, and she should know, right?" Too much water? Nah, the leaves aren't that droopy.
"Your...mother, said that was okay?" Sally asked, her frown growing and a sick feeling developing in her stomach.
"Yeah, she's a therapist. It's her job to know." Under watered? Nah, the leaves were too firm.
"She's a therapist," Sally stated.
"Yup. A good one from what she and Shizuka tell me." Not enough minerals in the soil? Katsuya picked up the some of the dirt from the bushes pot and crumbled it between his fingers. Nah. That's not it. ~'What _is_ it?'~
"A good one." Sally really didn't like the way this sounded.
~'Discomfort-cramped-crowded-no room-need space-want out-must _spread_.'~ Oh that's it. "This plant needs a bigger pot. It's outgrown this one."
Sally blinked. That was certainly off topic. "A new...pot."
"No, a bigger pot. Ya know as in there's not enough room for the roots." Katsuya said finally looking at her. "Can you see to that?"
"Sure, if you say so. But I would love to know how you could tell. It looks just fine to me." Sally answered, looking at Katsuya with sharp eyes.
"I just....Umm...Oh shit." Katsuya's eye's widened. 'I didn't! I couldn't have! That shouldn't be possible. Wait, think of who I hang out with, three ghosts and a ghost stalker who insists that I'm some reborn general or something. So maybe it...is? But how...unless...but there _dreams_! They can't be real!' As you can see Katsuya has entered shock. What a happy, happy place.
"Katsuya! Focus! No shock for you!" Sally yelled, in his face as she loomed over him. When had she stood up?
"Umm...Eehh...Damn." As you can see Katsuya is not leaving his happy land any time soon.
"Okay we'll finish this conversation later." Sally started pushing Katsuya back into the hospital as she muttered out loud to herself, "And maybe I can find someone to look into your blocked memories."
'What a _pleasant_ day this has been.' Katsuya thought distantly.
Tbc...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Ending Author's Notes: So I want guesses on just who Yukio is. 'Cause that's not his real name. Though it _does_ bare a passing...very passing resemblance to it. And _yes_ I do know who he is. And he's not from Yu-gi- oh! or Gundam Wing. But I'm updating so I will eventually tell. When is another matter. And I updated within a week, so Ha to all you people who said I couldn't. And not bad for something I started writing by had on pink paper that just screamed, "Write on me! Hide my pinkness, cover me in ink! I deserve it, for I am pink! Not just any pink, but very blaringly pink!" As you can see not a good thing.
Review Replies:
Kage Kashu: Glad you liked it. But your still a tweaker.
Kaneda-Shotaro and Yami Tetsuo: Yes I did. And look I did again.
YumeTakato: I think it was. Drugged Katsuya was very fun to write. And look I updated. Cool huh?
Chapter: 4/?
Author: Danyella Skyler Silverfire
Website: None
Rating: R
Genre(s): Angst/Supernatural/Crossover... eventually... now. Okay it's Gundam Wing. And something else. But ya gotta guess what. It would be to easy to just tell you.
Pairing(s): Katsuya/?, Eventual Katsuya/Seto... in the far distant future.
Summary: Katsuya just can't catch a break, first Shadii and him have a little talk that ends with him getting hit bay a car, he gets shot in the back saving _Kaiba_, and he has weird dreams. And that's just the start of his troubles.
Chapter Summery: Katsuya's dad pays him a visit. And to make up for that horror the nurses visit yet again.
Warnings: Major Angst ahead. I am going to be extremely mean to them but bear with me. I am going somewhere with all the angst. And just so you know I am most likely to piss off all my readers. And I'm very proud of this. Also Evil Dadness, Nurses of Doom, and Odd Katsuya thoughts.
Disclaimer: I don't own them though I wish I did. So Yu-gi-oh!, Gundam Wing, and the mysterious unnamed other are not mine. But maybe if I'm feeling nice I'll say what the mysterious one is...maybe...if someone asks.
Author's Note: I'm instituting a new thing to the beginning of each chapter. Chapter word count. It's according to Microsoft Word though. 'thoughts', "speech", ~'telepathy'~ maybe on the last though.
Chapter Word Count: 2,360
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Chapter Four - Old Dad, New Pot
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Two Weeks Later - AC 195
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Katsuya looked up from "Dragon Quest" to see who had entered his room. "Oh. You. You finally noticed that I was gone I take it. So, what can I do for you?" he asked in a flat formal tone, as he set his book down with a stiff elegance.
"This is getting ridiculous, Katsuya. Wait, let me rephrase that; this is becoming redundant; this is repetitive. Every summer. Every one since you where five. And quite frankly I'm tired of paying the bills," the man stated in the same flat formal tones.
"Then why have you not kicked me out before this. Or sent me to live with Mother? I _know_ you do not want me. You never have as far back as I can remember."
"It is correct that I have never wanted you, Katsuya, but I want your mother to have you even less."
"Hai, because she wants to have me live with her. You just keep me as revenge against her for staying married to you for so long. Some father you are. Treating your own son like he is some stranger that you want nothing to do with but must."
"You are not my son. You are some bastard of your mother's from an affair she had before we even met."
"What?" Katsuya asked, surprise actually slipping into his voice. That was new.
"You are not my son," the man (obviously the man Katsuya had thought of as father) said in a slow emotionless tone. "And since you are now old enough to take care of yourself, I want you gone."
"You drop that bomb then kick me out? I _am_ injured you know."
"I realize this, but I want you gone. Leave Domino."
"And do what? In case you do not know I am 15. What would I do?"
"That is not my problem. Contact me after you have gotten a place, and I will forward your belongings. Good day, Katsuya." So saying he turned and left closing the door firmly behind him.
Katsuya, in a fit of rage threw the book at the door before staring down at his hands in thought. 'I can't stay here. I don't want to chance running into _him_ again. But where can I stay?' Katsuya paused as a thought occurred to him, 'Maybe Yukio told the truth. Even if he hadn't told the truth, it _is_ rather sad the a dream's a better father than Kenji had _ever_ been. Pathetic even. Hopefully none of those bastards like Bandit Keith ever found out. He would _never_ live it down.'
The door opened interrupting his train of rather depressed thought. Sally asked, in a concerned tone, "Jou-chan, are you okay? I heard what he said."
"I'm okay. I guess I was kinda expecting something like this. Just not all of that."
"Well, it was rather cold."
"Not that. That's normal for us," Katsuya said, in a negligent tone. "The dad thing though...that was...different. Anyway, now I have to figure out what I'm going to do. I kinda need to find a place to live. Ya know. Once I leave your...tender...mercies."
"Well, I may have a suggestion for you," Sally said, closing the door, then crossing the room to sit next to him, in the chair by his bed.
"What's that?"
"You have to swear never to tell anyone what I tell you no matter what you decide, okay?" she asked, with a serious face.
"I swear. I can tell by your expression that it's serious."
"Good. I would hate to have to kill you," she responded with a slight, affectionate smile.
"Ha, ha. Very funny. Not!"
"No, I'm serious." Her tone reflected her words
"Umm....Sally your creeping me out here," Katsuya said, leaning away from the doctor. Then he stopped. His back had just reminded him that it had gotten a rather intimate view of a bullet. 'Damn snipers.'
"But you may get shot at again." Sally said, with a rather evil look in her eye.
Katsuya leaned even further away from Sally, almost falling out of his bed. Only his grip on the bars kept him from crashing on his back and injuring himself again...well, more. 'Is Sally telepathic? Can she read my mind? Sally, can you read my mind? 'Cause if you can't I'm blaming you for giving me that book and putting those kind of thought in my head!'
"Yes, I can read your mind, Jou-chan," Sally said, blandly. Very blandly. Too blandly.
Katsuya looked at her with an emotionless face for a full minute before he did what any teenage boy would in that situation. He let out a very female sounding shriek.
"My aren't you high strung. You're easy to psyche aren't you?" Sally asked, with a rather evil gleam in her eye. This did not bode well for Katsuya's future masculine comfort. Not well at all.
'Before any more could be said a very familiar scene happened yet again. Yes, you guessed it, "Overprotective Nurses of Doom!" tonight at eleven.' Katsuya paused. 'That was just fucked. All right, no more late night cable TV for me. My line of thought is just _too_ weird at times...even for me.'
Sally looked at the nurses calmly before asking pleasantly, "Can one of you please bring m a wheel chair? I think Jou-chan has spent to time indoors recently. That is not healthy for a growling little boy," she finished with an affectionate smile as she ruffled Katsuya's hair.
"I'm not a little boy," Katsuya muttered whining, with a very childlike pout on his face. He looked _too_ cute.
"KAWAII!" came the unanimous response of the nurses as they hugged their 'implements of doom' as Katsuya would think.
'I hate it when they do that. I'm not cute. I'm sexy, thank you very much.' Katsuya thought his pout growing bigger. That didn't help. At all. Well except to confirm their already very _public_ opinion. 'Damn females, and their cute obsessed minds. They can't even distinguish between cute and sexy. I will never understand that scary place known to us males only as, "The Forbidden Place of No Return." Because all males that had gone their have never returned whole or sane. Too sad.'
One of the nurses returned quickly with a wheelchair. A new wheelchair. 'Okay so maybe it's a good thing that the nurses consider me cute.' Then they all insisted on helping him into it. 'Okay, maybe not. Damn the female maternal instincts, and my ability to awaken them while injured. That was _not_ a super power I wanted. Maybe laser vision, or better, x-ray vision!' "Ooo..." Katsuya said staring at the crotch of the nurse in front of him.
"Oh look he's trying to be sexy! HOW CUTE!" the said nurse exclaimed. All the nurses started _cooing_ over him in response. He hated when they did that.
'I could practically hear the capital letters on that last part.' Katsuya thought, dropping his eyes and pouting again. 'I can't win with these females. Maybe I should just give up on the whole gender and stick with guys. _Them_ at least I can understand. Maybe Yukio can help,' Katsuya froze. 'I did _not_ just think of asking a _dream_ of what to do with _my_ love life. Now _that_ is pathetic!' After a brief pause to think, 'Well it can't hurt. Or get any worse...I hope. And these are supposed to be my good years.'
After the nurses released him from their vile, evil clutches, Sally pushed him out of the room and down the hall leading to the garden courtyard the hospital had. It wasn't a silent ride by any means. Sally talked to him pleasantly about his friends and their visits, about the books her and the nurses had given him to read to stave off boredom, or even the information that the news gave them on the war. When they reached the courtyard she pushed him towards a bench in the center. The courtyard was empty, but that wasn't surprising considering it was overcast out. Not that he minded. He actually liked it like that, it always seemed to have a clean, healing smell to it.
"Sorry the weather's so bad, but it's the only place I could think of where we wouldn't be overheard as we talk," Sally apologized, as she sat on the bench in front of her and folding her hands primly in her lap.
"Nah, I actually like the weather like this. Some of my best memories are of days like this." Katsuya said waving away her concern as he turned his head to look at a nearby bush with a slight smile. 'What a happy plant. So bright and cheerful. Makes me feel...comfortable, safe.'
"Like what?" Sally asked, curious about what kind of memories Katsuya could have to make him actually like overcast days.
"I don't remember. I just remember that they where good. And from before Mother married Kenji," Katsuya answered distractedly as he look at the bush concentrating more on it. When he looked at it closer it seemed...off. Sickly, but not much. Maybe the atmosphere of the hospital...? No that's not it.
"When did your fa...Kenji marry your mother, Jou-chan?" Sally asked with a slight frown marring her features.
"Four, maybe five. I'm not sure. I wasn't there, she just came home one day and said he was my daddy. But something about him just didn't seem...right." Maybe its bugs? Nah, the leaves are whole.
"And you don't think it's odd that you don't remember anything before you were five?" Sally asked, her concern growing.
"Nah, not really. Mom said everything was okay, and she should know, right?" Too much water? Nah, the leaves aren't that droopy.
"Your...mother, said that was okay?" Sally asked, her frown growing and a sick feeling developing in her stomach.
"Yeah, she's a therapist. It's her job to know." Under watered? Nah, the leaves were too firm.
"She's a therapist," Sally stated.
"Yup. A good one from what she and Shizuka tell me." Not enough minerals in the soil? Katsuya picked up the some of the dirt from the bushes pot and crumbled it between his fingers. Nah. That's not it. ~'What _is_ it?'~
"A good one." Sally really didn't like the way this sounded.
~'Discomfort-cramped-crowded-no room-need space-want out-must _spread_.'~ Oh that's it. "This plant needs a bigger pot. It's outgrown this one."
Sally blinked. That was certainly off topic. "A new...pot."
"No, a bigger pot. Ya know as in there's not enough room for the roots." Katsuya said finally looking at her. "Can you see to that?"
"Sure, if you say so. But I would love to know how you could tell. It looks just fine to me." Sally answered, looking at Katsuya with sharp eyes.
"I just....Umm...Oh shit." Katsuya's eye's widened. 'I didn't! I couldn't have! That shouldn't be possible. Wait, think of who I hang out with, three ghosts and a ghost stalker who insists that I'm some reborn general or something. So maybe it...is? But how...unless...but there _dreams_! They can't be real!' As you can see Katsuya has entered shock. What a happy, happy place.
"Katsuya! Focus! No shock for you!" Sally yelled, in his face as she loomed over him. When had she stood up?
"Umm...Eehh...Damn." As you can see Katsuya is not leaving his happy land any time soon.
"Okay we'll finish this conversation later." Sally started pushing Katsuya back into the hospital as she muttered out loud to herself, "And maybe I can find someone to look into your blocked memories."
'What a _pleasant_ day this has been.' Katsuya thought distantly.
Tbc...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Ending Author's Notes: So I want guesses on just who Yukio is. 'Cause that's not his real name. Though it _does_ bare a passing...very passing resemblance to it. And _yes_ I do know who he is. And he's not from Yu-gi- oh! or Gundam Wing. But I'm updating so I will eventually tell. When is another matter. And I updated within a week, so Ha to all you people who said I couldn't. And not bad for something I started writing by had on pink paper that just screamed, "Write on me! Hide my pinkness, cover me in ink! I deserve it, for I am pink! Not just any pink, but very blaringly pink!" As you can see not a good thing.
Review Replies:
Kage Kashu: Glad you liked it. But your still a tweaker.
Kaneda-Shotaro and Yami Tetsuo: Yes I did. And look I did again.
YumeTakato: I think it was. Drugged Katsuya was very fun to write. And look I updated. Cool huh?