YUGIOH
Amnesia
Chapter 3.
Two days later, Mokuba was able to take his brother home, after giving him details of his memory condition, and given strict instructions that he wasn't to do anything KC-related for atleast a week, to give him time to try and remember anything. They were still unsure if this was going to be a temporary or permanent condition.
But as soon as Mokuba let Kaiba leave the limo, his concern grew again, as Kaiba stared at the house awe-struck. "We live........here?"
"Seto, you're worrying me again." Mokuba said, as a warning.
"Sorry." He said, approaching the place, looking the place over in wonder, like they did the very first time they came to live here. But this time.......no Gozaburo involved. As Mokuba thought about that, he began to wonder if this wasn't all such a bad thing. For the first time since they lived here, his brother no longer held the pain in his heart and soul that their stepfather caused them. But for how long.......?
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The day after Kaiba returned home, it was back to school. Over there, they had just begun to adjust to Kaiba being gone from school, when the limo once again drove up, as usual. Everyone became alert, as Kaiba left the car, briefcase in hand.....as the limo drove away. Those that were outside, witnessed him also looking up at the school as if this was the first time he'd ever been there. 'How the hell do I find my class?', he thought, as he headed up the stairs.
Inside, Tristan was talking to Joey, who was fumbling in his locker. "Come on Joey, we're gonna be late!"
"I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying! Ah, here it is!" He said, getting his textbook, then opening it up, and yelping, "My homework aint inside! Where's my homework?" Once again sticking his head in his locker, to find his homework sheet.
"Joey, we're gonna be in bigger trouble if we're late." Tristan finally sighed, giving up and accepting their fate. "So, anyway.......you heard anything about Kaiba? How's his amnesia?"
"Dunno.......haven't been there since the first day. I think only Mokuba's been hanging around him." Joey said.
"Well.......you know, not to be rude about his condition, but the jerk probably deserved it after the way he always treated everyone." Tristan said, as Joey finally found his worksheet, grabbing it.
"Hey Joey!" A voice suddenly called out to him. A voice that made Joey jump so much, he slammed his head against the top of his locker, on the inside.
"Ow!" Joey said, turning around to face Kaiba, both very nervous. Infact, Tristan turned white after what he just said about him, praying he didn't hear or catch it. Then as an after thought, Tristan wondered why Kaiba just called his friend Joey.....instead of the normal insults.
Yet, to their surprise, Kaiba shot them another normal smile, saying to Joey, "You know, if you're not too careful, you're gonna end up with what I had." Referring to the concussion.
Joey gave a nervous laugh, saying, "Yeah......I guess you're right. So.......how ya feeling?"
"I'm feeling okay." He said.
"You........don't sound okay." Tristan said.
Kaiba looked over, and said, "It shows, huh? Well.......I still can't remember anything." He then paused, and looked over at Joey, asking, "Is he a friend, too?"
Tristan looked over curiously at Joey, and Joey stammered, then smiled, putting his arm around Tristan's shoulder, saying, "Yeah, he's one of our buds.......aint that right, Tristan?"
"Uh.......yeah!" Tristan said, putting on a fake smile, and wondering what Joey was up to.
"Sorry I can't remember you, Tristan." Kaiba said to him, after quickly catching his name from Joey.
"That's okay! Really!!" Tristan said, sounding almost too anxious, his hands waving defensively as if he expected to be clobbered at any moment.
"Well, I'm glad I ran into you two, because I didn't know where my class was, and hoping you did." Kaiba said.
"Why, you're in our class! Come on, I'll bring ya there. You might see a few familiar faces in there, too." Joey said. "Yugi's in your first period class, and so is Tea."
"Tea.......she's the cute girl from the hospital, right?" Kaiba asked.
Tristan almost choked and tripped over his own feet at that comment, and looked over at him wide-eyed.
"Cute? Eh........well, that's a matter of opinion." Joey said, trying not to snicker.
Kaiba hesitated, saying, "I said something wrong, didn't I?"
"Hey, don't be ridiculous. You're around friends here, okay? You don't gotta worry about what you say around us. Remember that. Friends back each other up, no matter what." Joey said, with a serious face.
During that time, Tristan was now gawking at Joey, trying to clean out his ears, to make sure he heard Joey right. 'What the hell is going on? Has this whole world gone crazy?' He thought. 'Kaiba's being nice, now Joey's acting like best buds with him or something?? Maybe Joey got amnesia, too.......geez, I hope it's not catching!'
"Okay, this is our room." Joey said, reaching the door, before opening it.
"How will I know where to go next class?" Kaiba asked.
"Fortunately for you, there's normally atleast me or Tristan in every one of your classes, except for gym.....which isn't today. But I think Yugi's in your gym class. So, don't you worry about it, it'll work out. Okay? Now, let's get inside." Joey said, opening the door, and entering with the other two.
"Wheeler, Taylor.......you're late." The teacher announced, looking annoyed but not surprised.
"Hey, we were helping Kaiba find his class. He just got back from the hospital." Joey said, as Kaiba was also walking in.
"Oh, well.......that was a fine gesture from you two. I'll let it go, this time. Mr. Kaiba, do you need help with any of your other classes?" She asked him.
"No, I've got it covered." He answered, as professionally as he could.
"Fine, then take your seats." The teacher stated.
Kaiba paused, looking at Joey, who pointed where his seat was. As the others went to their seats, he began to head to his, and noticed Yugi and waved. For some reason, he had startled looks from almost the entire class, including Yugi who blankly waved back at him. He looked nervous, wondering, 'Did I do something wrong, again?' And hurriedly took his seat, feeling very uncomfortable from the attention.