A/N I'm so sorry I haven't updated, but I have been out of the country for a while, and I know that's not a very good excuse, but I met some really horrible people and I got so depressed I could hardly do anything besides sit in my room, being sad... and I also lost all of my disks where I keep my updates and stuff on, and I had to rewrite everything, and I hate it when something like this happens because I can hardly remember what I wrote so this will probably suck very much, gomen nasai!
Disclaimer: See chapter one. If you've read this far and still haven't figured it out, I feel sorry for you...
Warnings: Sex, lots and lots of it. All yaoi, of course. Swearing, gay-bashing, Anzu bashing and the usual for this fic. (I rarely do het couples. o.O)
A/N Oh, and please don't report my story just because you don't like me beating down on Anzu. You can always like whatever characters you want, but I absolutely hate her! x.X
Never letting go – Chapter eight "Feel my pain"
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The darkness slowly faded away as light pushed through the venetian blinds and chased the darkness into the far corners of the room. A long- nosed creature with long, sharp teeth and small beady eyes scurried along the wall, trying not to be seen as it ran for it's prize. The brown, ragged fur covered it's body, all except for the worm-like tail.
A low groan seized it's run across the floor, making it turn back and hurry down to the hole from which it had come.
Across the room, a shapeless heap was sprawled out on the floor. A light blue shirt had been tossed into the corner next to the heap, buttons lying everywhere as it had been torn off of it's carrier. Another groan erupted from the heap, a mop of unruly blond hair stained with blood, lolled to the side, revealing the young man's face.
Blue and purple bruises adorned his face and body. His body was almost totally in lack of clothing, except for the wrinkled boxers that were wrapped around his ankles.
A coughing sound broke the silence, as the boy's chest shook like a ragdoll, being shook by a dog. The boy rolled over onto his side, tugging at his arm, trying to break free from it's confides.
The boy cried out in agony at the burning sensation in his arm and shoulder. The hot, prickling tears threatened to escape as he bit down onto his lip, wincing as the blood pooled into his mouth.
He tried to open his eyes, but the dried blood restrained him from doing so. He sighed and rolled back onto his back. He couldn't get free. He just had to wait here like this until his father came home. He groaned as he once again drifted off into the welcome unconsciousness. Glad to finally being free from the pain, even for a few hours until his tormentor returned.
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Seto Kaiba stared out over the garden, watching the green bushes with their multiple coloured flowers. He sneered and turned around, pulling the curtains closed, shutting out the sunlight. He walked over to his polished mahogany desk, a finger tracing the smooth wood. He closed his ice blue eyes and moved his head backwards, his chestnut brown hair falling over his collar.
"Why do you keep on doing this to me?" he whispered into the darkness, his nails digging into his palms deep enough to draw blood.
He sighed and opened his eyes, he didn't have time to think about that now, and he had more important things to do. He reached into a drawer and took a few tissues from a Kleenex box he kept there. He wiped the blood off of his hand and tossed the stained pieces of crumpled paper into the garbage bin next to his desk.
He walked around the massive desk and sat down into the leather-clad swivel chair. He reached out and slowly opened the black laptop, the bluish light making shadows dance across his face. He placed his hands over the keyboard and started typing. His long, slender fingers rapidly danced across the keyboard, the soft clicking the only source of sound in the room.
As he sat there in the semi-darkness, his mind began wandering, not being able to concentrate on the task in front of him. Every time he looked at the screen, the words started spinning and all he could se was a mass of black and gold. He saw a mop of unruly blond hair and chocolate eyes with golden spots. He saw full, luscious lips in soft pink, turned up into a smile, lightly tanned skin and he could almost hear the melodical sound of laughter.
He shook his head and stared at the screen. He read what he had written and he gritted his teeth and deleted the document. 'Joey, Joey, Joey... is that all I think about?' he asked himself as he slammed the lid on his laptop shut. He stood abruptly and stormed out of his office. He had to do something about the annoying mutt, and he had to do something soon.
"Mokuba, I'm going out for a while!" he shouted over his shoulder as he grabbed his blue and white coat from the hanger in the foyer.
"Whaff?" Mokuba 'said' as he walked out of the kitchen, his mouth full of half chewed cookies, a glass of milk in his hand. Mokuba looked up at his brother who was hurrying towards the door. He took a large gulp of milk and swallowed painfully.
"Seto! Wait! Where are you going?" he asked.
"I have something to do. I'll be back later. And don't stuff your face with cookies, you'll ruin dinner!" Seto shouted as he exited the mansion, the door slamming shut with a loud bang. Mokuba winced and shrugged. He drank his milk as he walked back into the kitchen.
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Seto turned into the parking lot and turned his engine off. He opened the door to the sleek, dark blue mustang convertible, and stepped out onto the dirty asphalt. He looked up at the building and frowned at the cracked façade and the murky stairs.
He began walking towards the staircase with determined steps and climbed up the stairs. He walked down the corridor-like ledge and stopped in front of a door with flaking, brown paint.
He raised his hand to knock at the door and cursed under his breath. He had driven to the hospital and when he walked into Joey's room, a fat, smelly and balding man were laying in his bed. He had grabbed a nurse and demanded her to tell him where Joey was.
He was surprised, to say the least, when he found out that Joey had ran out of the hospital the day before. He hadn't seemed in shape to run away like that, and he desperately hoped it wasn't because of him the blonde had run away.
He brought his hand down onto the cracked surface of the wooden door and knocked repeatedly. When he received no answer he gently pulled the handle down to see if the door was locked. Fortunately enough, the door swung open and revealed the darkness within the apartment.
Seto walked inside and closed the door behind him, as if he tried to keep nosy neighbours away. He fumbled for the light switch in the dark, but met nothing. He walked out of the hallway, and into what he believed was the kitchen. The stench of dirty dishes reached his nose and he suppressed the urge to gag and hold his hand over his mouth.
This time he successfully found the light switch and flipped it on. The dim kitchen light revealed piles of old and dirty, some even mouldy, plates stacked in the kitchen sink. There were shards of glass everywhere and the floor was splattered with blood.
He carefully walked across the kitchen and into the living room. He quickly turned the light on and the bright light momentarily blinded him. Seto blinked and squinted his eye, trying to get used to the light.
When he could see normally again, his eyes widened as he looked around in the room. Chairs were knocked over and some had one or two legs missing. The couch was missing pillows and some one had cut several wide slashes in the backrest of the couch, making the white-ish stuffing in between the slashes show.
Seto walked farther into the room, scanning the demolished furniture, the countless bottles and the scattered clothing. When Seto stopped beside the couch and looked over the backrest and onto the floor behind the couch.
"Joey!" he shouted as he bolted from where he was standing and a second later he was bent over the blonde, his blue eyes watching him worriedly. The blonde looked like hell. His lip was split and he had a large cut in his forehead. Joey's body were covered with bruises and his left shoulder was sticking out in an odd angle. He gathered the blonde in his arms and stood up. He had to get him cleaned up and out of here.
He walked quickly but carried Joey gently, not wanting to inflict the blonde more pain. Soon he was standing in a room that he knew had to be Joey's. He walked up to the bed and gently put the smaller boy down on his stomach. Seto undid the belt that held Joey's hands behind his back, and then he gently turned the blonde around so he was lying on his back.
He covered the boy's body with a blanket. He hadn't realised that the boy's body was ice-cold when he picked him up, but now when he touched the once hot skin he shivered from the cold the boy expired.
Seto stood up and looked down at the unmoving boy in the bed. He had to find something for the boy to wear so he could take him out from here. He ran over to a near by chest of drawers and started rummaging it through. He had just found a pair of boxers, loose sweatpants and a large long sleeved shirt.
He quickly walked back to the bed with his findings, ready to dress the smaller boy if he didn't wake up by himself. As he gently shook Joey's shoulder he could hear the front door open and a loud crash. Seto's head jerked up and stared at the closed door.
It could only be one person at the door, walking inside. He glanced at the blonde and heard a small whimper. Seto saw red. How could anyone ever want to hurt this gentle, happy, lively and… perfect being? Seto stormed towards the door and ripped it open, almost making the hinges give up their hold on the dark wood of the door.
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A/N Okay, I wrote a chapter! WooHoo! Okay, I can feel myself getting more inspired by the minute. Yesh, I'm sorry for the late, late, LATE update….
I'll update in about a week, sorry for the shortness, but I had to stop there.