Yes, I know some of the symptoms for Kaiba's "disease" are not exactly true
(at least I don't think so), but it makes it more interesting so...
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"Room 101, room 102, room 103," It was a Thursday afternoon, the kind where you could almost smell the freedom of the weekend. A Thursday that you didn't get much homework so you could laze around playing a game of basketball or watch some stupid horror movie on TV.
"Room 104, room 105, room 106," The school was empty and quiet except for some sounds coming from the football field where the football players were having practice. Other than them all the students were at home having some fun with their new free time.
"Room 107, room 108, room 109," All except Joey. No, Joey wasn't that lucky. His English teacher had recommended student therapy and he had agreed – he couldn't exactly back out of it now.
"Room 110, room 111, room 112," Joey didn't want to therapy. He was just feeling a little depressed last week, that's all. He didn't want to be stuck in school when everyone else was out having fun. In other words, the freedom was calling him.
"Room 113," Joey had just found the room when he ran into someone.
"S...Sorry," Joey stuttered as they both fell to the floor causing all papers the other person was carrying fall to the ground.
"Sorry about that..." Joey mumbled as he began picked picking up the papers.
"It's okay Joey," Joey looked up as his name was said.
"Kaiba!?"
"Joey?!"
They both jumped up forgeting the papers that were scattered on the floor.
"What are you doing here?" They both shouted in unison.
Before they could kill each other or at least cause any damage a teacher stepped out of the very room Joey and – unknowingly to Joey – Kaiba had been looking for. It was Mr. Alchemy the school's psychiatrist.
"There you two are," He mutters then he opens the door motioning for the two boys to go inside. Joey walked inside, Kaiba picks up the rest of the papers then follows.
They both sit down at a desk both putting on airs as if they had a whole lot of things better to do. Joey's staring at Kaiba wondering why in the hell he was there and vice versa. You see intelligence in people like them – well, it comes and goes.
"As you know, both of you are going to be participating in student therapy. You will both meet every Thursday."
Mr. Alchemy paused as if thinking to see if he had forgotton to say anything.
"Oh yes, everything said in this room will be kept completely confidential. Is that clear?" The two boys nodd in agreement though it didn't seem that they were paying much attention. Kaiba was staring out the window and Joey was drawing on the desk in white out.
Mr. Alchemy looked from both the students, then satisfied he walked out the classroom shutting the door behind him. To tell you the truth I'll have to wonder about the sanity of the psychiatrist for he must have known that the two students were rivals, complete and total enemies. To put it lightly he'd be lucky if both boys came out of the classroom unscathed.
There was silence in the room. Neither of the boys said anything and would have been just fine if neither of them never said anything at all but curiosity overcame them both.
"Why are you here?" They asked yet again in unison... next thing we'll know they'll be finishing each others sentences.
They blinked at each other and...
"Nothing," They scoffed at each other's answers both thinking the same thing. Yeah, right.
"What? Did you get diagnosed with workaholicism or something?" Joey laughed, now that was funny unlike all the comments Kaiba usually made about him.
"Everyone knows you're a stupid mutt," Funny? To Kaiba maybe, but Joey may object.
"I'm not a mutt Kaiba!" Joey shouted at him from across the classroom.
"Oh, so you're still stupid are you?" He smirked, careful enough to pick up Joey's error. But Joey just growled at him. He got up and walked over to the desk Kaiba was sitting at, typing on his laptop which he had just taken out.
"Shut-up." Joey did not look happy, he was bloody hell tired of being compared to a dog. What did that have to do with him anyway? It's not his fault he couldn't read...
"Make me." Kaiba said simply not even looking up from the computer still typing away.
Joey hands clenched into fists, if I were Kaiba I would be backing away, backing away very slowly from the really really angry person. But Kaiba was stubborn and obstinate so he just ignored the fact that Joey was standing in front of him with his deathwish.
Smart, Kaiba. Very smart.
Joey's fist came out of nowhere heading right torwards Kaiba's face but Kaiba was ready – he wasn't an idiot like everyone thought he was. No, he was only cold-hearted like everyone thought he was. His hand went up and blocked the punch, causing a very surprised Joey to stumble backwards.
"Fuck you, Kaiba." Joey muttered under his breath as he fell into the seat next to Kaiba.
"Be a good doggy and shut-up." Kaiba smirked then continued typing not caring that he's doing a really good job pissing off the dogg- I mean Joey.
"Control freak,"
"Retard,"
"Anti-social,"
"Illiterate,"
Now you should all know by now that Joey is – a little – sensitive to his not being able to read, or at least not read well. If you didn't know this now you do know. And unlike a the stupid mutt Kaiba compared him to Joey actually knew what 'Illiterate' meant. He flew into a fury and pushed Kaiba onto the floor.
"Take. That. Back." Joey growled furiously, his brown eyes shining in anger.
Kaiba lay there on the floor stunned for he had never expected Joey to actually attack him. He frowned, squirming in Joey's grasp.
"Well you are, aren't you?" He asked, and actually for once he wasn't joking. Joey's jaw dropped, surprised that Kaiba sincerely thought he couldn't read. He wasn't that bad was he?
Kaiba took his chance and slipped out of Joey's grasp. He dusted himself off then sat back down at the desk and reopened his laptop.
"I'm Dyslexic," Joey didn't even realize the words were out of his mouth until it was to late. He swore to himself wondering why he had to tell Kaiba of all people his weakness.
Kaiba looked down at Joey who was still sitting on the floor, his turn to be surprised.
"There's nothing to be ashamed about being Dyslexic." Kaiba said slowly shocking poor Joey for that seemed to be the first sentence Kaiba had ever said without an insult. Kaiba seemed to realize this too so to cover up his error he said:
"Silly puppy," Joey would be damned if he'd have to spend every Thursday with Kaiba.
"Well at least I don't have an obsession with windows," Joey replied sourly.
Kaiba's hand froze above the keyboard. He was silent for a moment, Joey couldn't know could he?
"What are you talking about?" staring intently at Joey who was ready to shout victory for finally penetrating the cold shell of Seto Kaiba.
"You know, how you touched every window pane before you left the room yesterday. Let me ask you something – is that a habit or is that your wacked out version of fun?"
It was all Kaiba could do from shaking from anger. He did NOT do that for fun. He couldn't help it, he didn't like it. It wasn't his fault. He didn't have to do it, he could stop it... couldn't he?
"You're not making any sence," Kaiba asked as if he had no clue in hell what Joey was talking about.
"That's right Kaiba, pretend you don't know what I'm talking about," It was Joey's turn to insult Kaiba and he wasn't going to let him get off so easily.
"I'm not pretending – it's seems that not only are you illiterate but inarticulate also." Now Joey wasn't the brightest crayon in the box so he had no idea what inarticulate meant, but he figured that he may never get the chance to torture Kaiba sucessfully again – so that he might as well suffer a few weak insults.
"Why don't you leave the room and prove it?" Joey asked sure that Kaiba couldn't do it – not without paying a little visit to the windows.
Kaiba was close to panicing. No one knew his secret – well other than a few teachers and his brother of course. He had stopped working on his laptop a few minutes ago unknown to Joey and began to count the ceiling tiles. 56, 57, 58, 59, 60...
"Kaiba?" Joey asked when he got no response. He looked up to the ceiling like Kaiba was, wondering what he was staring at. Whatever Kaiba was doing he had some problems he needed to work out.
"What?" Kaiba was still counting out of the corner of his eye.
"Leave the room," Joey said simply waiting to see the reaction from Kaiba.
Kaiba closed his laptop slowly, and very slowly walked to the door of the room. He was at the doorpost wondering what he was going to do.
"I don't want to leave..." He muttered. Since when does he do what the mutt says?
"What, are you scared?" Joey said in a false sympathetic tone.
"Imagine that, being scared of leaving a room." He shook his head in fake astonishment.
Oh, yeah. That's why. Kaiba couldn't bare to be insulted by the mutt and just let him get away with it. It was always him who insulted Joey not the other way around – since when had they switched roles?
Kaiba closed his eyes and stepped – no jumped – out of the room. He stood there for a second, right in front of the doorway. If Joey wasn't staring at him he would have jumped for joy except...
Kaiba looked at the windows and felt his legs turn into jello. Next thing he knew he was on the floor, his head feeling as if someone was taking a hammer and hitting him in the head. He started shaking uncontrollably.
"Kaiba!?" He heard Joey's voice coming from somewhere. But he ignored it, everything was one big blur and it was to hard to try to figure everything out.
He felt someone grab his wrists and try to hold him down – but it was a failure. His arms flew out and he hit something.
Kaiba tried to control his breathing, trying to stop shaking and slowly everything came into view. He felt cold sweat all over him and he felt all clammy.
"What the fuck just happened?" Joey was sitting on the floor a couple feet away from him staring at him very oddly, almost a scared sort of look...
"I...I don't know," Answered Kaiba truthfully, but whatever it was it freaked him out.
He got up from the ground slowly. He saw his laptop sitting in the classroom but decided it wasn't worth it to go back and get it. Then he walked down the hallway as fast as he could without looking like he was running away.
But he didn't get away with not noticing that Joey was clutching his face and right on his cheek was the faint beginnings of a big, purple bruise.
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"Room 101, room 102, room 103," It was a Thursday afternoon, the kind where you could almost smell the freedom of the weekend. A Thursday that you didn't get much homework so you could laze around playing a game of basketball or watch some stupid horror movie on TV.
"Room 104, room 105, room 106," The school was empty and quiet except for some sounds coming from the football field where the football players were having practice. Other than them all the students were at home having some fun with their new free time.
"Room 107, room 108, room 109," All except Joey. No, Joey wasn't that lucky. His English teacher had recommended student therapy and he had agreed – he couldn't exactly back out of it now.
"Room 110, room 111, room 112," Joey didn't want to therapy. He was just feeling a little depressed last week, that's all. He didn't want to be stuck in school when everyone else was out having fun. In other words, the freedom was calling him.
"Room 113," Joey had just found the room when he ran into someone.
"S...Sorry," Joey stuttered as they both fell to the floor causing all papers the other person was carrying fall to the ground.
"Sorry about that..." Joey mumbled as he began picked picking up the papers.
"It's okay Joey," Joey looked up as his name was said.
"Kaiba!?"
"Joey?!"
They both jumped up forgeting the papers that were scattered on the floor.
"What are you doing here?" They both shouted in unison.
Before they could kill each other or at least cause any damage a teacher stepped out of the very room Joey and – unknowingly to Joey – Kaiba had been looking for. It was Mr. Alchemy the school's psychiatrist.
"There you two are," He mutters then he opens the door motioning for the two boys to go inside. Joey walked inside, Kaiba picks up the rest of the papers then follows.
They both sit down at a desk both putting on airs as if they had a whole lot of things better to do. Joey's staring at Kaiba wondering why in the hell he was there and vice versa. You see intelligence in people like them – well, it comes and goes.
"As you know, both of you are going to be participating in student therapy. You will both meet every Thursday."
Mr. Alchemy paused as if thinking to see if he had forgotton to say anything.
"Oh yes, everything said in this room will be kept completely confidential. Is that clear?" The two boys nodd in agreement though it didn't seem that they were paying much attention. Kaiba was staring out the window and Joey was drawing on the desk in white out.
Mr. Alchemy looked from both the students, then satisfied he walked out the classroom shutting the door behind him. To tell you the truth I'll have to wonder about the sanity of the psychiatrist for he must have known that the two students were rivals, complete and total enemies. To put it lightly he'd be lucky if both boys came out of the classroom unscathed.
There was silence in the room. Neither of the boys said anything and would have been just fine if neither of them never said anything at all but curiosity overcame them both.
"Why are you here?" They asked yet again in unison... next thing we'll know they'll be finishing each others sentences.
They blinked at each other and...
"Nothing," They scoffed at each other's answers both thinking the same thing. Yeah, right.
"What? Did you get diagnosed with workaholicism or something?" Joey laughed, now that was funny unlike all the comments Kaiba usually made about him.
"Everyone knows you're a stupid mutt," Funny? To Kaiba maybe, but Joey may object.
"I'm not a mutt Kaiba!" Joey shouted at him from across the classroom.
"Oh, so you're still stupid are you?" He smirked, careful enough to pick up Joey's error. But Joey just growled at him. He got up and walked over to the desk Kaiba was sitting at, typing on his laptop which he had just taken out.
"Shut-up." Joey did not look happy, he was bloody hell tired of being compared to a dog. What did that have to do with him anyway? It's not his fault he couldn't read...
"Make me." Kaiba said simply not even looking up from the computer still typing away.
Joey hands clenched into fists, if I were Kaiba I would be backing away, backing away very slowly from the really really angry person. But Kaiba was stubborn and obstinate so he just ignored the fact that Joey was standing in front of him with his deathwish.
Smart, Kaiba. Very smart.
Joey's fist came out of nowhere heading right torwards Kaiba's face but Kaiba was ready – he wasn't an idiot like everyone thought he was. No, he was only cold-hearted like everyone thought he was. His hand went up and blocked the punch, causing a very surprised Joey to stumble backwards.
"Fuck you, Kaiba." Joey muttered under his breath as he fell into the seat next to Kaiba.
"Be a good doggy and shut-up." Kaiba smirked then continued typing not caring that he's doing a really good job pissing off the dogg- I mean Joey.
"Control freak,"
"Retard,"
"Anti-social,"
"Illiterate,"
Now you should all know by now that Joey is – a little – sensitive to his not being able to read, or at least not read well. If you didn't know this now you do know. And unlike a the stupid mutt Kaiba compared him to Joey actually knew what 'Illiterate' meant. He flew into a fury and pushed Kaiba onto the floor.
"Take. That. Back." Joey growled furiously, his brown eyes shining in anger.
Kaiba lay there on the floor stunned for he had never expected Joey to actually attack him. He frowned, squirming in Joey's grasp.
"Well you are, aren't you?" He asked, and actually for once he wasn't joking. Joey's jaw dropped, surprised that Kaiba sincerely thought he couldn't read. He wasn't that bad was he?
Kaiba took his chance and slipped out of Joey's grasp. He dusted himself off then sat back down at the desk and reopened his laptop.
"I'm Dyslexic," Joey didn't even realize the words were out of his mouth until it was to late. He swore to himself wondering why he had to tell Kaiba of all people his weakness.
Kaiba looked down at Joey who was still sitting on the floor, his turn to be surprised.
"There's nothing to be ashamed about being Dyslexic." Kaiba said slowly shocking poor Joey for that seemed to be the first sentence Kaiba had ever said without an insult. Kaiba seemed to realize this too so to cover up his error he said:
"Silly puppy," Joey would be damned if he'd have to spend every Thursday with Kaiba.
"Well at least I don't have an obsession with windows," Joey replied sourly.
Kaiba's hand froze above the keyboard. He was silent for a moment, Joey couldn't know could he?
"What are you talking about?" staring intently at Joey who was ready to shout victory for finally penetrating the cold shell of Seto Kaiba.
"You know, how you touched every window pane before you left the room yesterday. Let me ask you something – is that a habit or is that your wacked out version of fun?"
It was all Kaiba could do from shaking from anger. He did NOT do that for fun. He couldn't help it, he didn't like it. It wasn't his fault. He didn't have to do it, he could stop it... couldn't he?
"You're not making any sence," Kaiba asked as if he had no clue in hell what Joey was talking about.
"That's right Kaiba, pretend you don't know what I'm talking about," It was Joey's turn to insult Kaiba and he wasn't going to let him get off so easily.
"I'm not pretending – it's seems that not only are you illiterate but inarticulate also." Now Joey wasn't the brightest crayon in the box so he had no idea what inarticulate meant, but he figured that he may never get the chance to torture Kaiba sucessfully again – so that he might as well suffer a few weak insults.
"Why don't you leave the room and prove it?" Joey asked sure that Kaiba couldn't do it – not without paying a little visit to the windows.
Kaiba was close to panicing. No one knew his secret – well other than a few teachers and his brother of course. He had stopped working on his laptop a few minutes ago unknown to Joey and began to count the ceiling tiles. 56, 57, 58, 59, 60...
"Kaiba?" Joey asked when he got no response. He looked up to the ceiling like Kaiba was, wondering what he was staring at. Whatever Kaiba was doing he had some problems he needed to work out.
"What?" Kaiba was still counting out of the corner of his eye.
"Leave the room," Joey said simply waiting to see the reaction from Kaiba.
Kaiba closed his laptop slowly, and very slowly walked to the door of the room. He was at the doorpost wondering what he was going to do.
"I don't want to leave..." He muttered. Since when does he do what the mutt says?
"What, are you scared?" Joey said in a false sympathetic tone.
"Imagine that, being scared of leaving a room." He shook his head in fake astonishment.
Oh, yeah. That's why. Kaiba couldn't bare to be insulted by the mutt and just let him get away with it. It was always him who insulted Joey not the other way around – since when had they switched roles?
Kaiba closed his eyes and stepped – no jumped – out of the room. He stood there for a second, right in front of the doorway. If Joey wasn't staring at him he would have jumped for joy except...
Kaiba looked at the windows and felt his legs turn into jello. Next thing he knew he was on the floor, his head feeling as if someone was taking a hammer and hitting him in the head. He started shaking uncontrollably.
"Kaiba!?" He heard Joey's voice coming from somewhere. But he ignored it, everything was one big blur and it was to hard to try to figure everything out.
He felt someone grab his wrists and try to hold him down – but it was a failure. His arms flew out and he hit something.
Kaiba tried to control his breathing, trying to stop shaking and slowly everything came into view. He felt cold sweat all over him and he felt all clammy.
"What the fuck just happened?" Joey was sitting on the floor a couple feet away from him staring at him very oddly, almost a scared sort of look...
"I...I don't know," Answered Kaiba truthfully, but whatever it was it freaked him out.
He got up from the ground slowly. He saw his laptop sitting in the classroom but decided it wasn't worth it to go back and get it. Then he walked down the hallway as fast as he could without looking like he was running away.
But he didn't get away with not noticing that Joey was clutching his face and right on his cheek was the faint beginnings of a big, purple bruise.