Shadu: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
[Well, I think we all know what happened next, so why go into the gory details, eh? If you don't, I'll recap realy fast. I got back the piece I threw in the water, Yugi, Tristan, Tea and I all became friends. I went to Duelist Kingdom and got second place and went to Battle City, got sucked into a Virtual Realm with a psycho name Noah, and finally finished Battle City. Right, well, this main part of this story is what happened to me AFTER Duelist Kingdom and Battle City. Let's just say that my home life went from bad, to worst.]
Joey raced out of the room. He had to get away from there. With nothing but a backpack filled with clothes and some food, he charged down the stairs.
"Get that boy!" someone shouted from behind him.
Joey ran faster. But the committee behind him gained distance and was quikcly closing the gap between them. Joey looked frantically around, and saw a window. In one last desperate attempt, he crashed through the window. Glass shattered around him, but no one followed as he made his escape.
Running farther and farther into the streets of the West Side of Domino, Joey thought about what he had done. But, what really had he done? He couldn't tell, it happened too quick. And when he finally got a chance to stop in an alley, and catch his breath, he looked at his hands. His bloody, awful hands. He clenched them into fists in anger. Why had he done it?
All he could remember was an awful rage inside of him, and then he lashed out at his stupid father. Joey swiped furiously at his father in a blind rage. And before he knew it, he dad was lying on the ground, dead. And blood dripped from his fingers. He looked at his dad, and then at his fingers and realized he had done something terribly wrong. In a furiory to get out of there, he grabbed a bag and started to stuff his clothes, which wasn't very many, and some food. He snagged some money and his old skateboard as well. About that time, a neighbor, over hearing the noise coming from his father in the assualt, came to inspect, and made the connection as well. They chased him, and he ran away.
Joey sat on the ground, the cold, awful, sternful, mean gorund, and stared at his hands. It's true, he had never liked his father, but he had never wanted to kill him either. But he had. He had with his bare hands. But how? How could he have possibly done that, and have blood on his hands. Far off somewhere, he could faintly hear the school bell ring.
Joey sat in silent struggle. Should he go to school and act as though nothing had happened? Should he stay away from school, and his friends? Yugi would, no doubt, come and look for him, but should Joey go to him instead? So Yugi didn't have to venture in the most dangerous part of town?
After a couple of minutes of debating, Joey stood up and slowly walked in the direction of the school. He would go to school, but he was in no hurry, so he didn't rush. But a thought made him stop. He looked at his elbow that he had used to crash through the window. It was a gory mess. He couldn't show up in class like that. Maybe he should see the nurse before going to class. No, he couldn't. A murderer like him doesn't deserve medical treatment, he told himself. And so he continued his painful journey to school.
He wished that he had never reminded himself that his arm was injured, for now a throbbing pain came from it constantly, and if he tried to move in the slighest, a sharp, piercing pain like that of a gun shot up through his arm and flooded throughout his body.
By the time he reached school, he was so white and trembling that the nusre was almost afraid of him, thinking that he was a ghost or something. Joey had to pass by the nusre's office to get to his class, and she stopped him.
"Mr. Wheeler, come here," the nurse called to him.
"I'd rather not," Joey stated.
IT'S PRETTY SAD WHEN THE NURSE KNOWS YOU BY NAME, Joey thought.
"Mr. Wheeler, come here this instant," the nurse stated more strenly.
"Fine, fine, don't get worked up over nothing," Joey groaned.
This was the last thing he wanted. To have to deal with the nurse after his arrival. He wasn't sure wether he really wanted to come in the first place, now he was sure he shouldn't have come at all. But it was too late now. And that meant he had to put up with the nurse.
She lead him into the infirmary where she forced him to sit on the table in the middle of the room. While she got what she needed, Joey looked mindlessly around. This nurse liked cutesy stuff, and it showed. Little puppies on the wall, cartoon cats, pukeishly cute, on the cabinet, big eyed somethings on the door. Joey instantly remembered why he didn't like coming here. It made him fell worse instead of feeling better.
The nusre soon made her way over to Joey and examined his arm. It was exteremly bloody and pieces of glas still stuck out of it, and Joey felt that after shedding his father's blood, he deserved it. He had never liked his father, but he never would've killed, or so he thought.
"How'd you do this?" the nurse asked.
"Uh, I ran into some window these guys were putting in," Joey stammered for a lie.
The nurse was silent. She could tell Joey didn't want to talk. So she just picked the shards of glass out of his arm and bandaged it up after cleaning it. Then she sent Joey on his way to class with two notes; one for the teacher he had this hour, and the other for the gym teacher stating that Joey couldn't play any games for a while.
Joey just walked into the class room of his third hour, which was half over. He handed the first paper to the teacher. The teacher's eyes read the note quickly and looked at Joey.
"Is this a joke?" he asked.
Joey, who was holding his injured arm, shook his head.
"So, you can't write?" the teacher raised an eyebrow.
"I'm right-handed, and I've injured my right arm," Joey explained in a low tone. "I can't even pick up a pencil without pain."
"Fine, fine, sit down in your seat," the teacher grumbled. "We were reading in our novel, Call of the Wild, pg. 19. I'm assuming you can still read."
"Yes sir," Joey shot the teacher a glare at the last remark and sat down at his seat between his friends.
He sat with Yugi in front of him, Tristan to the left, Duke to the right and Tea behind him. And they all gave him a concerned look when he sat down.
"Where were you this morning?" Tristan asked.
"I was a little delaid," Joey murmured.
He let out as small grunt of pain as he opened his book and laid it flat on his desk.
"A little? This is the middle of third hour! What happened to you?" Tea asked.
"I got sidetracked," Joey grumbled.
"But what took you so long?" Duke asked.
"Nothing, I just had a slight problem getting here," Joey growled warningly.
"Joey, we're only-"Yugi started but was stopped by Joey.
"Look guys, I just don't wanna talk about it, okay???" Joey shouted at his friends, causing the whole room to go silent for a second.
"Mr. Wheeler, first you come in late, and then you shout out, disrupting the class for the second time, one more disruption, and I'm sending you to the principal's, got it?" the teacher glared at Joey.
Joey gave the teacher a death look, but said nothing more.
Yugi turned back to the front. Joey wasn't acting like himself. Something was wrong. Something had happened on his way to school, but no one knew what. And he had been injured, pretty severly from what he could tell. Yugi had heard how Joey had groaned when he opened his book, and he saw how he cradled his arm like he did. It was bandaged, and the bandage showed signs of blood on it. However, Yugi would not press the issue. If Joey wanted to talk, he would. Something was wrong with Joey, and no one but he knew what it was.
But would it destroy him before he cold get help?
Shadu: Yes, I like this much better.
Hokage: Review, pretty please.