An Innocent Joke? Chapter 17: How It Is Now
By: Freewater
Disclaimers: I do NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh! Please don't sue me, you won't get much at all
Warnings: Male/Male relationships, swearing
Pairings: Seto/Jou
Rating: R for swearing and later chapters
Archive: If you want this story for your website then just ask first
Feedback: Definitely! Please, yes!! I want to know if I did a good job or not writing this!
Notes: A bunch of these little stars Means a change in time or scenery. 'These things here indicate thoughts.
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Almost two weeks had passed since Yugi and Yami came to take Jou, and there was still no word from Katsuya or any of his other stupid little friends. The longest and most horrible two weeks of Seto's entire life had gone by, and in the course of that time he couldn't believe that he couldn't get a hold of Katsuya or how the blonde wouldn't try to get a hold of him.
It was so stupid! They lived in the same town and it was as if they were worlds apart! How could he not have even seen or heard from him in such a long period of time?! Stupid Yami! Didn't he know that what he was doing was killing him!? It was driving him insane!
He could hardly concentrate on his work without the puppy around to light up his life anymore. The only reason why he still bothered to work at all was because Mokuba still needed to be supported, but aside from that he did nothing but lay around feeling sorry for himself.
How strange. He never felt this terrible in his entire life before. Now, with the loss of his blonde puppy, he just felt ready to disappear into the couch he was laying on and die.
Mokuba quietly walked into the sitting room his brother had been in for the past four hours, before quietly walking over to the couch to check on him. He was so worried for his big brother right now, he never acted this way before. It was kinda scary really. He was always so big and strong. Now, he looked so weak and small.
Slowly walking over to the couch he was laying on, he noticed his laptop, long forgotten on the floor next to him while he held one of the couch cushions over his face. He was so still.
"Big brother?" He asked in a small voice. "What are you doing?"
A low and muffled voice answered him, but he couldn't understand what was being said, so he gently pulled the pillow off of his head. He couldn't help but lightly gasp at the sight of him. His brother looked like some kind of zombie! He'd always been a little pale, but not this pale! And the dark bags under eyes that were stained red from all the crying he'd been doing, only served to intensify the image.
"I said I'm trying to suffocate myself with that pillow." The CEO said, not looking at him as he took it back into his hands and put it over his face.
Mokuba sighed sadly at him. He knew that his brother wouldn't hurt himself, he was just depressed because he hadn't found a way to get around Jou's friends and see him yet. But it was mainly Yami and Otogi that he was concerned about. If Yami sent him to the Shadow Realm then he could never see Katsuya again, and Otogi was most likely using this time to try and seduce the blonde, which wouldn't do too much to help out Seto's current condition.
He then turned to quietly leave the room and let him rest. He really needed it with the lack of sleep he'd been doing, especially with school a mere two days away. But still... why couldn't Jou try to get in touch with him? Was he really all that mad at him? Did he really start to hate him again? Mokuba sincerely hoped not. They seemed so happy together, and that's the way it should be.
"Kaiba-sama?" A young female voice from behind him asked.
Mokuba turned to look at who had addressed him, and saw a young woman in a little maids outfit who'd been recently hired to take over the cleaning position for Katsuya. "Yes?" He asked.
The girl approached him, a warm and polite smile on her face. Mokuba really liked her, she gave off the impression of someone who could make a good mother one day, and that was always the kind of person anyone could get along with. The maid came up, and she pulled out an old yellow note from her dress pocket and handed it to him.
"I'm sorry, but I didn't check the pockets of clothing before I washed them, and that was in the laundry." She explained as Mokuba tried to make out what was said. "I hope it was nothing too important." She said in a worried tone, not wanting to lose her job so soon because she had just washed and dried an important memo.
Mokuba instantly knew what it was, finding it strange and miraculous that the ink hadn't come off in the wash, it was just smudged a bit, but it was from the fair that they had all gone to a couple of weeks earlier. And on it was instructions to one of the carnival keepers to give Seto an extra toy for winning so much in a gun game.
He grinned at the maid broadly. "Thanks a lot! This could help." He said to her quickly before running off to get his bike, leaving her there with a look of confusion on her face as he ran to the garage. Certain that he just found a way to help his brother and Katsuya through their little problem.
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Katsuya stood outside the gates of the Kaiba estate, a hand on one of the black steel bars as he looked at his old home, wishing that he was inside with Se... Kaiba right now. He wished that he could just press on the buzzer at the gate and get the CEO to answer, if only just to talk. But he was too afraid to do that. Afraid of being sneered at before being sent away in embarrassment.
He wanted to go back to the way things were and live with him again, but he wasn't welcome there, and he knew it. Set... Kaiba, was only using him. He'd said it himself. Nothing but a joke. Their time together was just a joke, something to amuse the CEO in his boredom. Their relationship, their kisses, their lovemaking, meant nothing to him. He was just a good fuck. And it hurt. Kami it hurt.
If he were to ring on the gate buzzer and say that he didn't care, that he still loved him and wanted to be with him, he'd only get laughed at for his stupidity before being sent away. How could he not be mad at him for what he did? He was used, in more ways than one, embarrassed and humiliated in front of his friends. But for some odd reason, he still craved the feeling of Kaiba's warm arms around him, even if there was no emotion behind the act it would still make his day.
And even if by some act of Kami Kaiba really did love him, it would be too late for anything to be saved now. Too much time had passed for anything to be done. And he hadn't even heard from him since he found out the truth and got his memories back, proving that he really did mean nothing to the cold hearted bastard.
No. Kaiba wasn't a bastard, Jou just felt like a fool for not realising it sooner. The first kiss that he snuck should have clued him into Kaiba's prank a long time ago. He told him himself that he meant nothing to him, yet he still pursued him. He supposed that it was all his fault in the end anyway, for tempting him like that with his body. Just like the slut his father always accused him of being.
Jou sighed shakily before slowly turning around and decided to go home. On his way, he reached his hand up to touch at the spot that used to be bruised but had since healed because of when Seto slapped him. Another sign that he missed he supposed.
When Honda first noticed it at the Game Shop the day he was taken, and he explained how he got it, he practically blew up in his rage before trying to head back to where Kaiba was to kick the shit out of him. And even then it took a lot of holding back, begging and pleading before he would stop.
That still didn't stop the rage he felt for the older and taller teen though, calling what he did to him abuse and rape. Jou instantly blew up on him, saying that he wasn't raped or abused at all. But when Honda asked what you would call being tricked into bed while not knowing any better, well... he honestly didn't know what to call it.
It was then that he pointed at Otogi and tried to tell them all what he tried to do after Kaiba's party, and how the CEO had saved him. Otogi tried to look as innocent as possible while Honda went nuts on him for such an accusation. Why was he defending him like that? They were best friends! He should believe him not Otogi!
Their friendship's been on the rocks since that day, and they hardly spoke a word to each other since then either. Yami and Yugi believed him though, and they promised to keep Otogi away from his house and the Game Shop since then. But they still refused to believe that what Kaiba did should be forgiven, and even though he might have saved him from Otogi, that still didn't excuse him from taking advantage of his amnesia and turning him into a personal servant.
He tried to get in contact with the CEO a few times before, but was usually caught by one of his friends. They would tell him to hang up the phone before anyone could answer, and pat him on the back and give sympathetic looks to him as if he was being stupid for trying to go back and it wasn't his fault.
The other times that he didn't get caught trying to call, no one would anser the phone or a machine would pick up. And he never wanted to pour his heart out to a machine, so he'd hang up and try again later. Before long though, he took the hint that Kaiba most likely had caller ID and didn't want to speak with him.
Brushing a few tears from his eyes at the heart crushing thought, Jou slowly walked up the steps to his actual house before opening the door and going in, bracing himself for what he was sure he was going to get.
"Yur late, boy." His drunken father slurred from the livingroom. It was darker in there because the curtains and windows were always shut, making the stench of beer and cigarettes hang in the air like death itself while shadows covered everything.
"I'm ten minutes early, dad." He said softly, removing his shoes at the door before hanging up his jacket.
"Don' you argue with me. Stupid sonovabitch!" The older man slurred, but Katsuya just ignored it. He was always this way when he was drunk. Throwing blind accusations and names at him, usually before beating him. But when he was sober, which was almost never, he'd always bandage his bruises before begging for forgiveness and promising to change and quit drinking for him.
He hated himself for it, but he always forgave him. Just telling himself in his mind that it wasn't his fault because he was always too drunk to know what he was doing. He knew it was an idiotic idea to go by, and that he'd be better off in a foster home, but how do you send your own father to jail like that? At least he always apologised to him, right?
He would leave here if he could, but he had no money, and nowhere to go. He didn't want to bother his friends with his insignificant problems either, so he couldn't go to them. After Yami and Honda took him from Seto's place and brought him home, it was then when he realised that he had nothing. Really, nothing at all. All his clothes, his picture of his sister, his bank card with the money that he made working for Kaiba were all in his suitcase back at his mansion. And he was too afraid to go and get them.
Kaiba bought him a lot of the clothes he had since he didn't have much to begin with, so it wasn't like they were really his to ask for anyway. And as for the picture of his sister, well, he just decided to get another one off of her when she came to visit next.
He only had the puppy that Ryou had picked up for him, as well as the clothes on his back. Aside from that it was just his mattress and bed sheet for a blanket. He had to mow a few lawns just to make enough money to buy himself another cheap outfit with a backpack and some school supplies. And that was all he had aside from the little stuffed puppy.
Katsuya then decided that he was a little hungry, and when he turned for the kitchen his eyes instantly widened when he saw it. Laying in trash, ripped at the neck and covered in cigarette ashes. His black puppy. He gasped in shock as his heart went into his throat at the sight of the gift that Seto gave him before running into the kitchen and pulling it out, tears streaming down his face as he took in the condition of the thing.
It was filthy, some of the cotton was laying even deeper in the trash bin and too ruined to use while the neck of the scruffy puppy only held the head on by a small piece of material that didn't rip off.
More tears fell down his face as he brushed off the ashes and tried to think of a way to fix it. Perhaps Tea could sew it back on. She was taking a sewing class in school so maybe she wouldn't mind.
"I threw that in the trash fur a reason, boy." His father slurred, causing Jou to whip his head at where he stood, in the kitchen doorway. "Boys shouldn't have stuffed animals." He said, advancing on him.
"Someone gave this to me dad." He choked, earning a sharp slap in the face. Katsuya's tears came a little harder at that as he lowered his head so his father couldn't see his face. That's what he got for arguing with him he supposed.
"M'sorry boy. That hurt?" He asked drunkenly as he placed a hand behind his back and started to make soothing circles. Jou cringed at the contact. He didn't like it when his father touched him like this, because he new what it always led to.
Sure enough, the mans dirty hands started to slowly move to other places as Jou fearfully clutched at the torn up puppy. Wishing his father would just leave him alone and quit doing what he was doing to him. One of his big hands went to cup at his sons face, making him look at him while the other went lower, grazing over his rear for only a second before he gave up on that spot and hooked his fingers in his jeans and brought him closer, sending shivers of disgust up the blonde's spine. How he wished to be anywhere but here. Anyone but himself. Why did this have to happen to him?
"Yur a pretty boy." He slurred, his breath on the blonde's face as he pressed up against him, bringing his other hand down to try and work on the button and zipper of the jeans that he had a tight hold on, preventing him from running.
Before he could get to work on them though, Katsuya grabbed his hands as he swallowed over the lump in his throat. "You're going to miss your favourite show, dad." He said softly, as if he was the one in control before taking his other hand and slowly leading him back into the livingroom. Normally he had to do things like this to get his father's mind off of him so that he could leave him alone. Make him want something else instead. Beer, cigarettes, TV, it didn't really matter.
"But... wha about--" The older man slurred, his son cutting him off.
"We'll get to that later, but right now you don't want to miss your show." Katsuya said, sitting him down on the dirty old couch before picking up the remote and turning the channel to the news. His father would watch anything while he was drunk and still call it his favourite, and this would keep him busy until he forgot all about his little ideas of molesting or raping him.
"Yur right. Thanks boy." He slurred as Jou quickly went to the fridge and grabbed him another beer, handing it to him in hopes that he would drink himself into a comma so that he wouldn't have to see him for the rest of the night.
The blonde shuddered when he gave it to him as he clutched the ruined puppy closer to him, practically running for his room upstairs before locking the door. He hated that he had to tell his father that they would do it later just to get out of being raped. It made him feel just as dirty as when he had his hands on him. But throughout all his years in living with him, he'd never been raped once because of that little plan, and he intended on keeping it that way.
There were times when he came pretty close though, and once Jou was even forced to fight him back, tooth and nail when his father got violent enough to start ripping and tearing at his clothes. Thankfully he'd passed out before too much damage could be done, but that night still haunted his nightmares. He came so close to losing his virginity to his own father that night that the very memory made his stomach churn and want to vomit.
Why did this have to be his life? Why did this have to be what he woke up to every morning? That time he spent with Seto was by far the greatest time of his life. At least he thought that he was loved. He thought that people cared enough to listen to him. To protect him. It was like living in a fantasy world where you have no problems and were surrounded by people who would never hurt you.
But that's all it was, wasn't it? A fantasy. Nothing that meant anything to anybody. It wasn't fair. Why did Seto have to hate him so much that he would be so cruel with his feelings? He thought that he loved him, but he didn't! He didn't care at all! He hated him and he used him, all the while laughing at him behind his back!
Katsuya fell to his knees on his small mattress on the floor, clutching at the ruined puppy in his arms as he started to sob again. Someone up there really hated him. Hated him enough to take away his memories, send him to Seto, make him fall in love with him and then sleep with him, just to get thrown away after he found out how little it all meant.
Seto hated him. He always did. And this was just another in a long series of pranks that he pulled in order to degrade and humiliate him. And he succeeded. Big time!
The truly sad thing was, was that Jou never really did hate his rival. He always did feel something for him. It was even the reason why he lost his memories to begin with. His father found his journal on the day of the crash, and when he read up that his son was in love with another man, Seto Kaiba no less, he blew right up on him.
The drunken fool can constantly try to fuck his own son, yet when he falls for another man it instantly becomes disgusting? How he hated his father sometimes. His ways of thinking were just plain dumb.
First he beat him into a coma, and from what he put together of what Yugi and Yami had told him about the crash, he must've thrown him into the car and tried to drive on down the where Seto lived to get at him too. But because of how drunk he was, he crashed just in front of the estate, causing his coma and Jou's memory lapse. Thankfully he'd drank too much to remember why he was beating him that day, so he didn't know about his infatuation with the CEO anymore. Leaving him, for the most part, safe again.
And that's how it all started, and this is how it is now. The blonde crying his eyes out on his old mattress in the corner of his room as he hugged both the puppy and the wall, wanting to just die, disappear, anything!! His heart continually clenched in his chest as his breathing continually hitched with his sobs. He loved Seto with all his heart, and the brunet only thought he was trash meant to be played with before being thrown out for good. He was nothing to nobody, and he knew that now.
"S-Seto." He choked out longingly through his sobs, wishing that the CEO cared enough about him to hear his plea and save him from this God awful place. But he didn't. He didn't love him or care for him. He hated him with every fibre of his being, and he knew that it was time to just accept that. No matter how hard that may be.
To Be Continued.....................
A.N: I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who reviewed me so far, i only just noticed how many i have from all the sites i posted this on and its pretty close to a hundred. And after having it deleted with 667 reviews just to get a hundred again for simply reposting it is just nuts (but in a good way! ) thanks again!!
By: Freewater
Disclaimers: I do NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh! Please don't sue me, you won't get much at all
Warnings: Male/Male relationships, swearing
Pairings: Seto/Jou
Rating: R for swearing and later chapters
Archive: If you want this story for your website then just ask first
Feedback: Definitely! Please, yes!! I want to know if I did a good job or not writing this!
Notes: A bunch of these little stars Means a change in time or scenery. 'These things here indicate thoughts.
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Almost two weeks had passed since Yugi and Yami came to take Jou, and there was still no word from Katsuya or any of his other stupid little friends. The longest and most horrible two weeks of Seto's entire life had gone by, and in the course of that time he couldn't believe that he couldn't get a hold of Katsuya or how the blonde wouldn't try to get a hold of him.
It was so stupid! They lived in the same town and it was as if they were worlds apart! How could he not have even seen or heard from him in such a long period of time?! Stupid Yami! Didn't he know that what he was doing was killing him!? It was driving him insane!
He could hardly concentrate on his work without the puppy around to light up his life anymore. The only reason why he still bothered to work at all was because Mokuba still needed to be supported, but aside from that he did nothing but lay around feeling sorry for himself.
How strange. He never felt this terrible in his entire life before. Now, with the loss of his blonde puppy, he just felt ready to disappear into the couch he was laying on and die.
Mokuba quietly walked into the sitting room his brother had been in for the past four hours, before quietly walking over to the couch to check on him. He was so worried for his big brother right now, he never acted this way before. It was kinda scary really. He was always so big and strong. Now, he looked so weak and small.
Slowly walking over to the couch he was laying on, he noticed his laptop, long forgotten on the floor next to him while he held one of the couch cushions over his face. He was so still.
"Big brother?" He asked in a small voice. "What are you doing?"
A low and muffled voice answered him, but he couldn't understand what was being said, so he gently pulled the pillow off of his head. He couldn't help but lightly gasp at the sight of him. His brother looked like some kind of zombie! He'd always been a little pale, but not this pale! And the dark bags under eyes that were stained red from all the crying he'd been doing, only served to intensify the image.
"I said I'm trying to suffocate myself with that pillow." The CEO said, not looking at him as he took it back into his hands and put it over his face.
Mokuba sighed sadly at him. He knew that his brother wouldn't hurt himself, he was just depressed because he hadn't found a way to get around Jou's friends and see him yet. But it was mainly Yami and Otogi that he was concerned about. If Yami sent him to the Shadow Realm then he could never see Katsuya again, and Otogi was most likely using this time to try and seduce the blonde, which wouldn't do too much to help out Seto's current condition.
He then turned to quietly leave the room and let him rest. He really needed it with the lack of sleep he'd been doing, especially with school a mere two days away. But still... why couldn't Jou try to get in touch with him? Was he really all that mad at him? Did he really start to hate him again? Mokuba sincerely hoped not. They seemed so happy together, and that's the way it should be.
"Kaiba-sama?" A young female voice from behind him asked.
Mokuba turned to look at who had addressed him, and saw a young woman in a little maids outfit who'd been recently hired to take over the cleaning position for Katsuya. "Yes?" He asked.
The girl approached him, a warm and polite smile on her face. Mokuba really liked her, she gave off the impression of someone who could make a good mother one day, and that was always the kind of person anyone could get along with. The maid came up, and she pulled out an old yellow note from her dress pocket and handed it to him.
"I'm sorry, but I didn't check the pockets of clothing before I washed them, and that was in the laundry." She explained as Mokuba tried to make out what was said. "I hope it was nothing too important." She said in a worried tone, not wanting to lose her job so soon because she had just washed and dried an important memo.
Mokuba instantly knew what it was, finding it strange and miraculous that the ink hadn't come off in the wash, it was just smudged a bit, but it was from the fair that they had all gone to a couple of weeks earlier. And on it was instructions to one of the carnival keepers to give Seto an extra toy for winning so much in a gun game.
He grinned at the maid broadly. "Thanks a lot! This could help." He said to her quickly before running off to get his bike, leaving her there with a look of confusion on her face as he ran to the garage. Certain that he just found a way to help his brother and Katsuya through their little problem.
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Katsuya stood outside the gates of the Kaiba estate, a hand on one of the black steel bars as he looked at his old home, wishing that he was inside with Se... Kaiba right now. He wished that he could just press on the buzzer at the gate and get the CEO to answer, if only just to talk. But he was too afraid to do that. Afraid of being sneered at before being sent away in embarrassment.
He wanted to go back to the way things were and live with him again, but he wasn't welcome there, and he knew it. Set... Kaiba, was only using him. He'd said it himself. Nothing but a joke. Their time together was just a joke, something to amuse the CEO in his boredom. Their relationship, their kisses, their lovemaking, meant nothing to him. He was just a good fuck. And it hurt. Kami it hurt.
If he were to ring on the gate buzzer and say that he didn't care, that he still loved him and wanted to be with him, he'd only get laughed at for his stupidity before being sent away. How could he not be mad at him for what he did? He was used, in more ways than one, embarrassed and humiliated in front of his friends. But for some odd reason, he still craved the feeling of Kaiba's warm arms around him, even if there was no emotion behind the act it would still make his day.
And even if by some act of Kami Kaiba really did love him, it would be too late for anything to be saved now. Too much time had passed for anything to be done. And he hadn't even heard from him since he found out the truth and got his memories back, proving that he really did mean nothing to the cold hearted bastard.
No. Kaiba wasn't a bastard, Jou just felt like a fool for not realising it sooner. The first kiss that he snuck should have clued him into Kaiba's prank a long time ago. He told him himself that he meant nothing to him, yet he still pursued him. He supposed that it was all his fault in the end anyway, for tempting him like that with his body. Just like the slut his father always accused him of being.
Jou sighed shakily before slowly turning around and decided to go home. On his way, he reached his hand up to touch at the spot that used to be bruised but had since healed because of when Seto slapped him. Another sign that he missed he supposed.
When Honda first noticed it at the Game Shop the day he was taken, and he explained how he got it, he practically blew up in his rage before trying to head back to where Kaiba was to kick the shit out of him. And even then it took a lot of holding back, begging and pleading before he would stop.
That still didn't stop the rage he felt for the older and taller teen though, calling what he did to him abuse and rape. Jou instantly blew up on him, saying that he wasn't raped or abused at all. But when Honda asked what you would call being tricked into bed while not knowing any better, well... he honestly didn't know what to call it.
It was then that he pointed at Otogi and tried to tell them all what he tried to do after Kaiba's party, and how the CEO had saved him. Otogi tried to look as innocent as possible while Honda went nuts on him for such an accusation. Why was he defending him like that? They were best friends! He should believe him not Otogi!
Their friendship's been on the rocks since that day, and they hardly spoke a word to each other since then either. Yami and Yugi believed him though, and they promised to keep Otogi away from his house and the Game Shop since then. But they still refused to believe that what Kaiba did should be forgiven, and even though he might have saved him from Otogi, that still didn't excuse him from taking advantage of his amnesia and turning him into a personal servant.
He tried to get in contact with the CEO a few times before, but was usually caught by one of his friends. They would tell him to hang up the phone before anyone could answer, and pat him on the back and give sympathetic looks to him as if he was being stupid for trying to go back and it wasn't his fault.
The other times that he didn't get caught trying to call, no one would anser the phone or a machine would pick up. And he never wanted to pour his heart out to a machine, so he'd hang up and try again later. Before long though, he took the hint that Kaiba most likely had caller ID and didn't want to speak with him.
Brushing a few tears from his eyes at the heart crushing thought, Jou slowly walked up the steps to his actual house before opening the door and going in, bracing himself for what he was sure he was going to get.
"Yur late, boy." His drunken father slurred from the livingroom. It was darker in there because the curtains and windows were always shut, making the stench of beer and cigarettes hang in the air like death itself while shadows covered everything.
"I'm ten minutes early, dad." He said softly, removing his shoes at the door before hanging up his jacket.
"Don' you argue with me. Stupid sonovabitch!" The older man slurred, but Katsuya just ignored it. He was always this way when he was drunk. Throwing blind accusations and names at him, usually before beating him. But when he was sober, which was almost never, he'd always bandage his bruises before begging for forgiveness and promising to change and quit drinking for him.
He hated himself for it, but he always forgave him. Just telling himself in his mind that it wasn't his fault because he was always too drunk to know what he was doing. He knew it was an idiotic idea to go by, and that he'd be better off in a foster home, but how do you send your own father to jail like that? At least he always apologised to him, right?
He would leave here if he could, but he had no money, and nowhere to go. He didn't want to bother his friends with his insignificant problems either, so he couldn't go to them. After Yami and Honda took him from Seto's place and brought him home, it was then when he realised that he had nothing. Really, nothing at all. All his clothes, his picture of his sister, his bank card with the money that he made working for Kaiba were all in his suitcase back at his mansion. And he was too afraid to go and get them.
Kaiba bought him a lot of the clothes he had since he didn't have much to begin with, so it wasn't like they were really his to ask for anyway. And as for the picture of his sister, well, he just decided to get another one off of her when she came to visit next.
He only had the puppy that Ryou had picked up for him, as well as the clothes on his back. Aside from that it was just his mattress and bed sheet for a blanket. He had to mow a few lawns just to make enough money to buy himself another cheap outfit with a backpack and some school supplies. And that was all he had aside from the little stuffed puppy.
Katsuya then decided that he was a little hungry, and when he turned for the kitchen his eyes instantly widened when he saw it. Laying in trash, ripped at the neck and covered in cigarette ashes. His black puppy. He gasped in shock as his heart went into his throat at the sight of the gift that Seto gave him before running into the kitchen and pulling it out, tears streaming down his face as he took in the condition of the thing.
It was filthy, some of the cotton was laying even deeper in the trash bin and too ruined to use while the neck of the scruffy puppy only held the head on by a small piece of material that didn't rip off.
More tears fell down his face as he brushed off the ashes and tried to think of a way to fix it. Perhaps Tea could sew it back on. She was taking a sewing class in school so maybe she wouldn't mind.
"I threw that in the trash fur a reason, boy." His father slurred, causing Jou to whip his head at where he stood, in the kitchen doorway. "Boys shouldn't have stuffed animals." He said, advancing on him.
"Someone gave this to me dad." He choked, earning a sharp slap in the face. Katsuya's tears came a little harder at that as he lowered his head so his father couldn't see his face. That's what he got for arguing with him he supposed.
"M'sorry boy. That hurt?" He asked drunkenly as he placed a hand behind his back and started to make soothing circles. Jou cringed at the contact. He didn't like it when his father touched him like this, because he new what it always led to.
Sure enough, the mans dirty hands started to slowly move to other places as Jou fearfully clutched at the torn up puppy. Wishing his father would just leave him alone and quit doing what he was doing to him. One of his big hands went to cup at his sons face, making him look at him while the other went lower, grazing over his rear for only a second before he gave up on that spot and hooked his fingers in his jeans and brought him closer, sending shivers of disgust up the blonde's spine. How he wished to be anywhere but here. Anyone but himself. Why did this have to happen to him?
"Yur a pretty boy." He slurred, his breath on the blonde's face as he pressed up against him, bringing his other hand down to try and work on the button and zipper of the jeans that he had a tight hold on, preventing him from running.
Before he could get to work on them though, Katsuya grabbed his hands as he swallowed over the lump in his throat. "You're going to miss your favourite show, dad." He said softly, as if he was the one in control before taking his other hand and slowly leading him back into the livingroom. Normally he had to do things like this to get his father's mind off of him so that he could leave him alone. Make him want something else instead. Beer, cigarettes, TV, it didn't really matter.
"But... wha about--" The older man slurred, his son cutting him off.
"We'll get to that later, but right now you don't want to miss your show." Katsuya said, sitting him down on the dirty old couch before picking up the remote and turning the channel to the news. His father would watch anything while he was drunk and still call it his favourite, and this would keep him busy until he forgot all about his little ideas of molesting or raping him.
"Yur right. Thanks boy." He slurred as Jou quickly went to the fridge and grabbed him another beer, handing it to him in hopes that he would drink himself into a comma so that he wouldn't have to see him for the rest of the night.
The blonde shuddered when he gave it to him as he clutched the ruined puppy closer to him, practically running for his room upstairs before locking the door. He hated that he had to tell his father that they would do it later just to get out of being raped. It made him feel just as dirty as when he had his hands on him. But throughout all his years in living with him, he'd never been raped once because of that little plan, and he intended on keeping it that way.
There were times when he came pretty close though, and once Jou was even forced to fight him back, tooth and nail when his father got violent enough to start ripping and tearing at his clothes. Thankfully he'd passed out before too much damage could be done, but that night still haunted his nightmares. He came so close to losing his virginity to his own father that night that the very memory made his stomach churn and want to vomit.
Why did this have to be his life? Why did this have to be what he woke up to every morning? That time he spent with Seto was by far the greatest time of his life. At least he thought that he was loved. He thought that people cared enough to listen to him. To protect him. It was like living in a fantasy world where you have no problems and were surrounded by people who would never hurt you.
But that's all it was, wasn't it? A fantasy. Nothing that meant anything to anybody. It wasn't fair. Why did Seto have to hate him so much that he would be so cruel with his feelings? He thought that he loved him, but he didn't! He didn't care at all! He hated him and he used him, all the while laughing at him behind his back!
Katsuya fell to his knees on his small mattress on the floor, clutching at the ruined puppy in his arms as he started to sob again. Someone up there really hated him. Hated him enough to take away his memories, send him to Seto, make him fall in love with him and then sleep with him, just to get thrown away after he found out how little it all meant.
Seto hated him. He always did. And this was just another in a long series of pranks that he pulled in order to degrade and humiliate him. And he succeeded. Big time!
The truly sad thing was, was that Jou never really did hate his rival. He always did feel something for him. It was even the reason why he lost his memories to begin with. His father found his journal on the day of the crash, and when he read up that his son was in love with another man, Seto Kaiba no less, he blew right up on him.
The drunken fool can constantly try to fuck his own son, yet when he falls for another man it instantly becomes disgusting? How he hated his father sometimes. His ways of thinking were just plain dumb.
First he beat him into a coma, and from what he put together of what Yugi and Yami had told him about the crash, he must've thrown him into the car and tried to drive on down the where Seto lived to get at him too. But because of how drunk he was, he crashed just in front of the estate, causing his coma and Jou's memory lapse. Thankfully he'd drank too much to remember why he was beating him that day, so he didn't know about his infatuation with the CEO anymore. Leaving him, for the most part, safe again.
And that's how it all started, and this is how it is now. The blonde crying his eyes out on his old mattress in the corner of his room as he hugged both the puppy and the wall, wanting to just die, disappear, anything!! His heart continually clenched in his chest as his breathing continually hitched with his sobs. He loved Seto with all his heart, and the brunet only thought he was trash meant to be played with before being thrown out for good. He was nothing to nobody, and he knew that now.
"S-Seto." He choked out longingly through his sobs, wishing that the CEO cared enough about him to hear his plea and save him from this God awful place. But he didn't. He didn't love him or care for him. He hated him with every fibre of his being, and he knew that it was time to just accept that. No matter how hard that may be.
To Be Continued.....................
A.N: I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who reviewed me so far, i only just noticed how many i have from all the sites i posted this on and its pretty close to a hundred. And after having it deleted with 667 reviews just to get a hundred again for simply reposting it is just nuts (but in a good way! ) thanks again!!