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Chapter 8: Home Invader
Joey walked home with the rain pounding down on his unsheltered head.
Flip-flops squelched loudly as his feet led him to step in a puddle. "Dat
crazy, sadistic, evil...thing," He muttered angrily to himself, catching his
tank top, which he had hung on his shoulder, seeing as it was useless to put
on an already soaking garment when it was raining. The blonde's brain felt
slightly fuzzy from the remaining effects of screeching every insult and
curse word in his language at Kaiba before stomping away. "Can't wait tah
shower away dis stupid day," Joey said aloud as he opened the wooden,
sturdy, useful door to his bungalow and placed his damp flip-flops beside
the faithful door. He flipped the light switch on, to see that the power
now worked again, and therefore it could be assumed that the water worked as
well. "Dat's good," The chestnut-eyed teen smiled to himself, and headed
towards his bathroom to take that soothing shower that he deserved.
Unbeknownst to the poor, unsuspecting Joey, someone had decided to
follow him home (a/c: insert Psycho music here Ha ha, just kidding. ).
"Hmm...not too shabby for someone of his status," Commented Kaiba, who was
observing the exterior of Joey's bungalow with interest. "I wonder if
there's anything of blackmail value in there," He pondered, and then
whisked a hairpin out of one of his mystical magic pockets and began picking
the lock of the shocked door. The poor, abused door sighed, 'Why? Why is
it that everything always picks on me?' The snooping teen finally heard
something click, opened the door and began looking around the blonde's
house. "Now, if I was Joey, and didn't have high-tech security like I do,
where would I hide my innermost secrets?" The blue-eyed detective asked
himself, and the answer came almost immediately, "A bedroom closet!" Within
a few minutes of searching, he found what appeared to be Joey's bedroom, and
indeed, there was a closet in that room. This closet didn't have the
standard doors most people were used to, instead, they were the kind of
doors where they fold out when you pull on the hinges, since there are no
handles(a/c: Like MY bedroom closet doors). Kaiba nodded to himself, he
had some of these at his mansion, they were tricky things. Pulling open one
of the unique doors, he glanced at the clothes on the hangers, and then
looked to the shelf above them. "Aha! A shoebox! Those are often used as
memory boxes, last time I checked," The snooper declared, and reached up to
grab the said box. But then, in a freakish occurrence of nature, he somehow
bumped the door shut behind him. Blue eyes widened in horror as he heard
the door snap shut. "Oh shit," He murmured, recalling how it was
impossible to open the doors from the inside, as the several experiences of
rescuing Mokuba from their own closet had taught him. Which meant that
someone from the outside had to open it for him. (a/c: It's true, happened
to me once.)
"Yep, nothing can erase an awful day like a good soak in warm watah,"
Joey declared to himself, stepping out of the shower stall and tying a towel
around his waist. Grabbing another towel to dry his hair, he lazily started
shaking the water out of his blonde locks and walked out into the hallway,
and then into his room. He blinked his chestnut eyes. "Were da lights on
when I left?" He asked the air, but then shrugged it off as careless energy
wasting and reached to open his tricky closet doors to grab some dry
clothes. Pulling open the doors by the hinges, his chestnut eyes met with a
pair of startled ice blue ones. "GAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!" Joey screamed, jumping
back, "WHAT DA-?!?!? WH-WH--HOW DID YA GET IN MY CLOSET?!?!?!?"
Kaiba stepped out of the closet (a/c: chuckles at play-on-words) and
brushed off some lint clinging to his shoulder. "I tried to tell you when
you were five, Joey. I'm the boogeyman who lives in your closet," He
replied, and then stared as he noticed that the shocked teen was standing
half-naked in front of him.
"GET OUT!!!" The blonde screeched like a girl, chucking something
random from his bedside table at the 'unexpected guest'. The intruder
hastily retreated, closing the door behind him with a slam. As he jogged
along the hallway, he grabbed a box of Kleenex to help stop his nosebleed.
(a/c: HAHAHAHAAA!)
Now fully dressed, an infuriated Joey stormed down the hallway to
confront the one who dared enter his house uninvited. "KAIIIBAAAA!!!!" He
roared, and stood with his hands on his hips in front of the blue-eyed
invader, "WHAT ARE YA DOIN' IN MY HOUSE?!?!?"
"I temporarily own the city, remember? I can be in whichever building
I feel like," The CEO stated calmly.
"Alright then..." Joey growled, "HOW did ya get in my house?!?!!"
"I came down the chimney. Ho ho ho."
The frustrated teen grabbed a fistful of Kaiba's shirt, and
threatened, "Don't make me kill ya on dis spot."
"Fine. I picked the lock. Satisfied?"
"No. Not until ya GET OUT!" The blonde pointed at the door to
emphasize his point.
"No."
"NO?!?!? WHADDYA MEAN 'NO'?!?!?!?"
"When I mean 'no,' I mean that I will not," Kaiba smirked loudly,
noticing that the other was close to exploding, "I 'own' the city, and I
feel like staying here."
"OH NO YOU'RE NOT!!! I'LL KICK YA OUT IF YA DON'T LEAVE!"
The blue-eyed teen suddenly was inspired. He stuck his tongue out at
Joey, and then dashed off in the direction of the blonde's room.
"GET BACK HERE!!!!!!!" Roared the frustrated teen, and chased after
the other. He slipped on the carpet in the hallway and fell face-forward.
As he fell in slow motion, he saw (and heard) his opponent smirk and shut
the door in his face with a 'click.' Struggling to get on his feet, he
pounded on the bedroom door, "KAIBA!!!! GET OUTTA MY ROOM!!!"
"Why should I?" Came the amused voice from the opposite side of the
poor, abused door, "It's MY room now, after all!"
"YA BASTARD!!!!! I HATE YA SO MUCH, I'M GONNA MURDER YA WIT' A
CANDLESTICK IN A LIBRARY!!!" (a/c: Was suddenly inspired by Clue while
writing this [a/n: do not own Clue])
"Hey, Joey! Nice baby pictures!" Chuckled the devilish teen, "You
make the perfect little tree in 'Wind in the Willows'!"
"HEY!!! STAY OUTTA THOSE!!!"
The only response from the other side of the battered door was
hysterical laughter.
"I'M SO GONNA KILL YA!!! I'LL-I'LL-I'LL TRASH YOUR HOUSE!!!!"
"I'd like to see you try to get past the attack dogs."
Joey kicked the already bruised door and screamed in fury. Seeing as
there was nothing he could do, he stomped away, flumped down on the couch,
and seethed in silence for hours until he finally fell asleep.
Chapter 8: Home Invader
Joey walked home with the rain pounding down on his unsheltered head.
Flip-flops squelched loudly as his feet led him to step in a puddle. "Dat
crazy, sadistic, evil...thing," He muttered angrily to himself, catching his
tank top, which he had hung on his shoulder, seeing as it was useless to put
on an already soaking garment when it was raining. The blonde's brain felt
slightly fuzzy from the remaining effects of screeching every insult and
curse word in his language at Kaiba before stomping away. "Can't wait tah
shower away dis stupid day," Joey said aloud as he opened the wooden,
sturdy, useful door to his bungalow and placed his damp flip-flops beside
the faithful door. He flipped the light switch on, to see that the power
now worked again, and therefore it could be assumed that the water worked as
well. "Dat's good," The chestnut-eyed teen smiled to himself, and headed
towards his bathroom to take that soothing shower that he deserved.
Unbeknownst to the poor, unsuspecting Joey, someone had decided to
follow him home (a/c: insert Psycho music here Ha ha, just kidding. ).
"Hmm...not too shabby for someone of his status," Commented Kaiba, who was
observing the exterior of Joey's bungalow with interest. "I wonder if
there's anything of blackmail value in there," He pondered, and then
whisked a hairpin out of one of his mystical magic pockets and began picking
the lock of the shocked door. The poor, abused door sighed, 'Why? Why is
it that everything always picks on me?' The snooping teen finally heard
something click, opened the door and began looking around the blonde's
house. "Now, if I was Joey, and didn't have high-tech security like I do,
where would I hide my innermost secrets?" The blue-eyed detective asked
himself, and the answer came almost immediately, "A bedroom closet!" Within
a few minutes of searching, he found what appeared to be Joey's bedroom, and
indeed, there was a closet in that room. This closet didn't have the
standard doors most people were used to, instead, they were the kind of
doors where they fold out when you pull on the hinges, since there are no
handles(a/c: Like MY bedroom closet doors). Kaiba nodded to himself, he
had some of these at his mansion, they were tricky things. Pulling open one
of the unique doors, he glanced at the clothes on the hangers, and then
looked to the shelf above them. "Aha! A shoebox! Those are often used as
memory boxes, last time I checked," The snooper declared, and reached up to
grab the said box. But then, in a freakish occurrence of nature, he somehow
bumped the door shut behind him. Blue eyes widened in horror as he heard
the door snap shut. "Oh shit," He murmured, recalling how it was
impossible to open the doors from the inside, as the several experiences of
rescuing Mokuba from their own closet had taught him. Which meant that
someone from the outside had to open it for him. (a/c: It's true, happened
to me once.)
"Yep, nothing can erase an awful day like a good soak in warm watah,"
Joey declared to himself, stepping out of the shower stall and tying a towel
around his waist. Grabbing another towel to dry his hair, he lazily started
shaking the water out of his blonde locks and walked out into the hallway,
and then into his room. He blinked his chestnut eyes. "Were da lights on
when I left?" He asked the air, but then shrugged it off as careless energy
wasting and reached to open his tricky closet doors to grab some dry
clothes. Pulling open the doors by the hinges, his chestnut eyes met with a
pair of startled ice blue ones. "GAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!" Joey screamed, jumping
back, "WHAT DA-?!?!? WH-WH--HOW DID YA GET IN MY CLOSET?!?!?!?"
Kaiba stepped out of the closet (a/c: chuckles at play-on-words) and
brushed off some lint clinging to his shoulder. "I tried to tell you when
you were five, Joey. I'm the boogeyman who lives in your closet," He
replied, and then stared as he noticed that the shocked teen was standing
half-naked in front of him.
"GET OUT!!!" The blonde screeched like a girl, chucking something
random from his bedside table at the 'unexpected guest'. The intruder
hastily retreated, closing the door behind him with a slam. As he jogged
along the hallway, he grabbed a box of Kleenex to help stop his nosebleed.
(a/c: HAHAHAHAAA!)
Now fully dressed, an infuriated Joey stormed down the hallway to
confront the one who dared enter his house uninvited. "KAIIIBAAAA!!!!" He
roared, and stood with his hands on his hips in front of the blue-eyed
invader, "WHAT ARE YA DOIN' IN MY HOUSE?!?!?"
"I temporarily own the city, remember? I can be in whichever building
I feel like," The CEO stated calmly.
"Alright then..." Joey growled, "HOW did ya get in my house?!?!!"
"I came down the chimney. Ho ho ho."
The frustrated teen grabbed a fistful of Kaiba's shirt, and
threatened, "Don't make me kill ya on dis spot."
"Fine. I picked the lock. Satisfied?"
"No. Not until ya GET OUT!" The blonde pointed at the door to
emphasize his point.
"No."
"NO?!?!? WHADDYA MEAN 'NO'?!?!?!?"
"When I mean 'no,' I mean that I will not," Kaiba smirked loudly,
noticing that the other was close to exploding, "I 'own' the city, and I
feel like staying here."
"OH NO YOU'RE NOT!!! I'LL KICK YA OUT IF YA DON'T LEAVE!"
The blue-eyed teen suddenly was inspired. He stuck his tongue out at
Joey, and then dashed off in the direction of the blonde's room.
"GET BACK HERE!!!!!!!" Roared the frustrated teen, and chased after
the other. He slipped on the carpet in the hallway and fell face-forward.
As he fell in slow motion, he saw (and heard) his opponent smirk and shut
the door in his face with a 'click.' Struggling to get on his feet, he
pounded on the bedroom door, "KAIBA!!!! GET OUTTA MY ROOM!!!"
"Why should I?" Came the amused voice from the opposite side of the
poor, abused door, "It's MY room now, after all!"
"YA BASTARD!!!!! I HATE YA SO MUCH, I'M GONNA MURDER YA WIT' A
CANDLESTICK IN A LIBRARY!!!" (a/c: Was suddenly inspired by Clue while
writing this [a/n: do not own Clue])
"Hey, Joey! Nice baby pictures!" Chuckled the devilish teen, "You
make the perfect little tree in 'Wind in the Willows'!"
"HEY!!! STAY OUTTA THOSE!!!"
The only response from the other side of the battered door was
hysterical laughter.
"I'M SO GONNA KILL YA!!! I'LL-I'LL-I'LL TRASH YOUR HOUSE!!!!"
"I'd like to see you try to get past the attack dogs."
Joey kicked the already bruised door and screamed in fury. Seeing as
there was nothing he could do, he stomped away, flumped down on the couch,
and seethed in silence for hours until he finally fell asleep.