An Innocent Joke? Chapter 18: Going To School
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.
oO&Oo
When Monday morning finally came, Jou ran out of the shack he called his house and down the small steps like a bat out of hell, his father screaming behind him while whipping his beer bottles at his head and demanding he return to make his breakfast. Only one of those bottles was on target, for which the blonde was actually grateful for. It could have been a helluva lot worse.
Earlier that morning, Katsuya woke up to the feel of his fathers hands on him, groping at him and feeling him up while he lay in bed with him. He instantly froze in fear before finally managing to regain enough of his composer to jump out of bed as fast as he could, throwing on his school clothes over his boxers before shoving the ruined puppy in his cheap new school bag and making a run for it. Trying to get out of there before his father could realise what was going on and stop him.
He was so used to living with Seto that he'd forgotten the daily morning routine at his own house. To make absolutely sure to be up before his old man and have his meal ready and be out of the house before he could get molested or beaten. And this was the third time since he'd been back that it had happened.
His father was still drunk, and he hadn't slept through it like he was hoping he would, and he somehow managed to break his door lock and get in, so locking him out was now out of the question too. He supposed he'd have to use a chair for next time or something.
He was halfway down the upstairs hall when the older man barrelled out of the room at a speed that he wasn't even aware his father could do, before grabbing a fistful of his blonde hair and throwing him down the stairs. Where he landed on his back with a cry of pain and an eery sounding crack. Nothing was broken, but it still hurt like hell.
He lay there for only a moment before his eyes could make out his father walking down the stairs through the pain he felt. A hungry look in his eyes as he looked at his son laying on the floor while he fumbled with his pants on the way down.
It was then that the blonde's eyes widened in fear before he shakily got to his feet and started to run for the door that was on the other side of the living room. He heard the old man running after him again, and for a split second he was afraid that he wasn't going to make it. But then he saw it. His father had left his gun on the coffee table again and Jou wasted no time in grabbing it before turning and pointing the barrel end at his old mans head, stopping him in his tracks.
They were both silent as they stood there, Jou breathing heavily with a threatening look in his eyes as his father just smirked at him. Obviously not taking him for too much of a threat as he slowly approached. His drunken mind however, was still too out of it to notice that as he came closer, Jou was walking backwards towards the door, and once he felt he was close enough to make it, he turned and ran again. His old man bellowing out a slur that he get back there or else while throwing the empty beer bottles that were on the porch at him.
One of them hit him in the head, causing him to falter and fall to his knees momentarily before he got back up and ran as if his very life depended on it, but the bottle didn't break until it hit the concrete road and shattered into a few large pieces.
Katsuya didn't know what to do with the gun he now had, and running like he was with it in his hand couldn't be the smartest thing he'd ever done, so he quickly threw the thing in his backpack until he could find Honda. Maybe he could help him get rid of it. He hated that his dad had a gun in the house anyway. It made him nervous feeling that he could use it on him one day.
Katsuya never stopped running, the fear of his father was too great for the rest he needed, and by the time he made it to the school, he was full of sweat and breathing like he was having an asthma attack. There was still a half an hour before school actually started, so he thought he'd just go in and head to the boys gym room to have a quick shower before sitting to have a rest. His back hurt something terrible and gave him a small limp. And the splitting headache he'd received from the bottle in the head wasn't doing too much to help him either.
At least there wouldn't be any bruises in any noticeable places on him. Just his head and lower back, so he wouldn't have to explain them to anyone. He'd just have to try and control the limp he had until it would go away. Which was hopefully soon.
Then, something in his mind suddenly clicked while he washed away the dirty feeling he had from being felt up by his old man. Seto would be here. They had a couple of classes together. Today would be the first day he'd get to actually see the CEO in almost three weeks, and there was nothing anyone could do about it, not even Yami.
But still... would the brunet even want to see him? How would he act if he were to approach him in the hallway and ask to talk? Maybe they should talk. Perhaps it was all just one big mistake and Seto was only waiting for him to make the first move. That could be possible, couldn't it?
Jou sighed. He was so afraid right now. What if Seto didn't want him back at all? It most likely really was just a sick joke, so why was he even going to try? If he asked to go and live with him again would it only seem to the brunet as if he was just using him to get away from his father? He didn't want Seto to think that at all. He'd gladly still live with the old man as long as they could be together.
He sighed again before turning off the hot water and drying himself off to get out. Yes, he would talk to Seto. He just wished that the task didn't seem so scary at this point.
oO&Oo
"Hurry up, onisama!" Mokuba said in a huff as he pushed his elder brother out the door. He didn't start school until tomorrow, so he had the day off and was forced to wait it out until his brother came home to tell him how things went with Katsuya. Not even Yami could prevent him from going to school. It was law! Well, he was eighteen now. But he still had to go!
"I'm not too sure about this, Mokuba." The CEO said a little uncertainly as he was handed his briefcase and pushed out the door to his awaiting limo. Today he was wearing his navy blue trench coat, and inside of one of the oversized outside pockets, hidden neatly was the Red Eyes Black Dragon that his Katsuya had given up to give him the Blue Eyes White Dragon.
He didn't know how his little brother managed to get it, but when he handed him the plushie those few days ago and told him his idea, he couldn't help but think that it was a good plan. Katsuya loved this monster, and while it would probably take a little more than the stuffed toy to win his forgiveness for the prank he pulled, it was a definite start to showing him that he cared.
After all, Katsuya couldn't still hate him after all they went through, could he? He missed the blonde so much. He never thought that their separation would hurt this badly. Just the thought of his playful puppy made his heart ache, and the obvious fact that he'd rather be with his drunk of a father then come back to him made him want to cry. Was what he did really all that terrible? Sure he wasn't always the best to him, but still...
"Don't worry, Seto. Everything's going to be just fine. Just don't forget to say your sorry." The black haired boy said enthusiastically, shaking his head at the image of his worry filled brother as he walked off and climbed into the back seat of the sleek looking black limo and watched as it drove off. He was far too stressed out these last few weeks, and so Mokuba actually found himself to be thankful that the school year was starting just so he would get out of the house.
He wasn't doing so well since Katsuya was taken. He hardly left his office when he worked. And when he didn't work he didn't do anything else but sleep or lay in his room or on the couch crying all day. But even thought Mokuba could hear him, his older brother always denied it.
It was complete chore just to get him out of bed that morning and make him get ready for school. Usually Seto was the one who had to nag at him just to make him get up ready for school, so the switch felt really strange. At least he was dressed and showered, the only thing he didn't do was shave, so he had some morning chin stubble, but that was alright as long as he was going.
He was just glad that he managed to get that REBD from the guys at the fair. It had closed a few days prior and by the time he got there they were almost done packing up to go to the next city. Even though he showed that carnie the note that one of the other carnival keepers had given to his big brother, the greasy looking man still made him fork over fifty bucks before he'd open up the box of animals and let him try to find the dragon himself. The jerk. But it was worth it.
It was a good thing he got big allowances from his brother or else there would be no way he could pay for it! He just hoped that his brother actually found the courage to say he was sorry for what he did and ask for him back with that gift. He could be so stubborn sometimes that it bordered on being sick, and he prayed that this wouldn't be one of those times when he was too stubborn for his own good.
To Be Continued.....................
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.
oO&Oo
When Monday morning finally came, Jou ran out of the shack he called his house and down the small steps like a bat out of hell, his father screaming behind him while whipping his beer bottles at his head and demanding he return to make his breakfast. Only one of those bottles was on target, for which the blonde was actually grateful for. It could have been a helluva lot worse.
Earlier that morning, Katsuya woke up to the feel of his fathers hands on him, groping at him and feeling him up while he lay in bed with him. He instantly froze in fear before finally managing to regain enough of his composer to jump out of bed as fast as he could, throwing on his school clothes over his boxers before shoving the ruined puppy in his cheap new school bag and making a run for it. Trying to get out of there before his father could realise what was going on and stop him.
He was so used to living with Seto that he'd forgotten the daily morning routine at his own house. To make absolutely sure to be up before his old man and have his meal ready and be out of the house before he could get molested or beaten. And this was the third time since he'd been back that it had happened.
His father was still drunk, and he hadn't slept through it like he was hoping he would, and he somehow managed to break his door lock and get in, so locking him out was now out of the question too. He supposed he'd have to use a chair for next time or something.
He was halfway down the upstairs hall when the older man barrelled out of the room at a speed that he wasn't even aware his father could do, before grabbing a fistful of his blonde hair and throwing him down the stairs. Where he landed on his back with a cry of pain and an eery sounding crack. Nothing was broken, but it still hurt like hell.
He lay there for only a moment before his eyes could make out his father walking down the stairs through the pain he felt. A hungry look in his eyes as he looked at his son laying on the floor while he fumbled with his pants on the way down.
It was then that the blonde's eyes widened in fear before he shakily got to his feet and started to run for the door that was on the other side of the living room. He heard the old man running after him again, and for a split second he was afraid that he wasn't going to make it. But then he saw it. His father had left his gun on the coffee table again and Jou wasted no time in grabbing it before turning and pointing the barrel end at his old mans head, stopping him in his tracks.
They were both silent as they stood there, Jou breathing heavily with a threatening look in his eyes as his father just smirked at him. Obviously not taking him for too much of a threat as he slowly approached. His drunken mind however, was still too out of it to notice that as he came closer, Jou was walking backwards towards the door, and once he felt he was close enough to make it, he turned and ran again. His old man bellowing out a slur that he get back there or else while throwing the empty beer bottles that were on the porch at him.
One of them hit him in the head, causing him to falter and fall to his knees momentarily before he got back up and ran as if his very life depended on it, but the bottle didn't break until it hit the concrete road and shattered into a few large pieces.
Katsuya didn't know what to do with the gun he now had, and running like he was with it in his hand couldn't be the smartest thing he'd ever done, so he quickly threw the thing in his backpack until he could find Honda. Maybe he could help him get rid of it. He hated that his dad had a gun in the house anyway. It made him nervous feeling that he could use it on him one day.
Katsuya never stopped running, the fear of his father was too great for the rest he needed, and by the time he made it to the school, he was full of sweat and breathing like he was having an asthma attack. There was still a half an hour before school actually started, so he thought he'd just go in and head to the boys gym room to have a quick shower before sitting to have a rest. His back hurt something terrible and gave him a small limp. And the splitting headache he'd received from the bottle in the head wasn't doing too much to help him either.
At least there wouldn't be any bruises in any noticeable places on him. Just his head and lower back, so he wouldn't have to explain them to anyone. He'd just have to try and control the limp he had until it would go away. Which was hopefully soon.
Then, something in his mind suddenly clicked while he washed away the dirty feeling he had from being felt up by his old man. Seto would be here. They had a couple of classes together. Today would be the first day he'd get to actually see the CEO in almost three weeks, and there was nothing anyone could do about it, not even Yami.
But still... would the brunet even want to see him? How would he act if he were to approach him in the hallway and ask to talk? Maybe they should talk. Perhaps it was all just one big mistake and Seto was only waiting for him to make the first move. That could be possible, couldn't it?
Jou sighed. He was so afraid right now. What if Seto didn't want him back at all? It most likely really was just a sick joke, so why was he even going to try? If he asked to go and live with him again would it only seem to the brunet as if he was just using him to get away from his father? He didn't want Seto to think that at all. He'd gladly still live with the old man as long as they could be together.
He sighed again before turning off the hot water and drying himself off to get out. Yes, he would talk to Seto. He just wished that the task didn't seem so scary at this point.
oO&Oo
"Hurry up, onisama!" Mokuba said in a huff as he pushed his elder brother out the door. He didn't start school until tomorrow, so he had the day off and was forced to wait it out until his brother came home to tell him how things went with Katsuya. Not even Yami could prevent him from going to school. It was law! Well, he was eighteen now. But he still had to go!
"I'm not too sure about this, Mokuba." The CEO said a little uncertainly as he was handed his briefcase and pushed out the door to his awaiting limo. Today he was wearing his navy blue trench coat, and inside of one of the oversized outside pockets, hidden neatly was the Red Eyes Black Dragon that his Katsuya had given up to give him the Blue Eyes White Dragon.
He didn't know how his little brother managed to get it, but when he handed him the plushie those few days ago and told him his idea, he couldn't help but think that it was a good plan. Katsuya loved this monster, and while it would probably take a little more than the stuffed toy to win his forgiveness for the prank he pulled, it was a definite start to showing him that he cared.
After all, Katsuya couldn't still hate him after all they went through, could he? He missed the blonde so much. He never thought that their separation would hurt this badly. Just the thought of his playful puppy made his heart ache, and the obvious fact that he'd rather be with his drunk of a father then come back to him made him want to cry. Was what he did really all that terrible? Sure he wasn't always the best to him, but still...
"Don't worry, Seto. Everything's going to be just fine. Just don't forget to say your sorry." The black haired boy said enthusiastically, shaking his head at the image of his worry filled brother as he walked off and climbed into the back seat of the sleek looking black limo and watched as it drove off. He was far too stressed out these last few weeks, and so Mokuba actually found himself to be thankful that the school year was starting just so he would get out of the house.
He wasn't doing so well since Katsuya was taken. He hardly left his office when he worked. And when he didn't work he didn't do anything else but sleep or lay in his room or on the couch crying all day. But even thought Mokuba could hear him, his older brother always denied it.
It was complete chore just to get him out of bed that morning and make him get ready for school. Usually Seto was the one who had to nag at him just to make him get up ready for school, so the switch felt really strange. At least he was dressed and showered, the only thing he didn't do was shave, so he had some morning chin stubble, but that was alright as long as he was going.
He was just glad that he managed to get that REBD from the guys at the fair. It had closed a few days prior and by the time he got there they were almost done packing up to go to the next city. Even though he showed that carnie the note that one of the other carnival keepers had given to his big brother, the greasy looking man still made him fork over fifty bucks before he'd open up the box of animals and let him try to find the dragon himself. The jerk. But it was worth it.
It was a good thing he got big allowances from his brother or else there would be no way he could pay for it! He just hoped that his brother actually found the courage to say he was sorry for what he did and ask for him back with that gift. He could be so stubborn sometimes that it bordered on being sick, and he prayed that this wouldn't be one of those times when he was too stubborn for his own good.
To Be Continued.....................