Umm…..hi guys. I'm sorry! Contrary to popular belief, I didn't fall of the face of the earth. I know it's been 2 or 3 months since I updated, but it's close to taking the AP US history test and my job only gives me 2 days off per week! Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry!
But for those who reviewed, THANK YOU SO MUCH! You guys are way to nice to me I promise.
And now for my thank you's:
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Ok…Now that I've got those done, I forgot to have the Disclaimer last chapter, maybe I should do that now
Disclaimer-I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!, and I don't own the Title Behind Blue Eyes. shifty eyes I heard that song on the radio…and it just seemed so perfect!
Other me: You're rambling again, you did this before the first chapter too
blinks So sorry, umm…same warnings still apply and I suppose that's it…and I use ellipses way to much but that's besides the point. On with the Chapter!
Chapter 2: Kaiba to the Rescue
He did not get far, however, because a hand on his shoulder whirled him around. Jou winced at the sudden, forceful movement. One lonely tear escaped his left eye.
Kaiba was very taken aback by this. Jou wouldn't even meet him with his eyes. Kaiba let go of mutt's shoulder. Jou turned and quickly ran out of there leaving a very confused Kaiba standing in the middle of an empty classroom.
Jou was a mental case. This was definitely the worst day he had ever had in his life. He was on his way to his hellhole he called his home, Kaiba of all people had seen him at his weakest and to top it all off, it was beginning to rain.
Jou was still running. He knew he should go home. The longer he waited to go there, the worse it would be, but he just couldn't bring himself to go there quite yet. He dropped by the local arcade. He figured that he would just play one quick game to calm his nerves, then go strait home. He picked a game off in the corner, one that nobody was using. A blue hedgehog appeared and he started maneuvering it around the screen. It was a fun game and it did help him calm down. But fairly soon, he died and Jou was running extremely late. His dad was going to be furious.
It was now pouring outside. Jou ran as fast as possible to his house, hoping beyond all hope that his dad was passed out on the couch by now. He reached for the doorknob, his hand shaking. He opened the door as quietly as he could and stepped inside. He started going to his room when he heard a gruff voice from the couch.
"Where the hell have you been boy?" his dad sneered as he started advancing towards Jou…
By this time, Kaiba had made his way out of the classroom and was currently sitting at the dinner table with his brother. He loved having dinner with Mokuba. It was one of the only times he could let his defenses down. Mokuba was one of the few, if not only, person he could trust. Seto closed his eyes and just listened to Mokuba chatter about school, friends and pretty much anything else that came to mind. Seto was more than happy to let his little brother talk, since he wasn't much of a conversationalist himself.
After dinner was over, Mokuba went to go play his video games. Kaiba had originally set this time to finish his homework, but since it had been a holiday, the teachers had been nice and not given any and there was nothing that couldn't be saved until tomorrow with work. Since it had been such a tiring day, he thought he would just go to bed. So he said his good nights, told Mokuba not to stay up to late, and his servants that he wasn't to be disturbed.
Seto headed up his long flight of stairs up to his room. For such a big house, his room was actually quite small. Granted, it was probably bigger than most people's living and family rooms combined, but compared to his other bedrooms, it was one of the smallest. It was also fairly empty. There was a desk in the far-left corner of his room. On it sat a computer, his deck and a picture, a picture of him and Mokuba before they were sent to the orphanage. It was one of the few pictures he had of himself and his brother. He had 2 different doors on the left wall, one leading to the bathroom and one leading to his large walk in closet, and on the left hand corner closest to the door, he had a big screen TV. There was a giant window along the back wall and a small stereo system in far right hand corner. Along the right side, there was his king size bed surrounded by an oak headboard with little dressers/nightstands on either side. His room was painted white and it was covered with light blue carpeting.
Seto stripped down to his boxers and climbed in between his black silk sheets. He then turned to his left, set his alarm and grabbed the remote. He clicked on the TV to MSNBC. As he watched the stocks he tried to lull himself to sleep. He was so used to late late nights and hardly any sleep that he had developed an insomnia problem.
Nevertheless, his tired body and the droning of the TV took over and he fell into a deep slumber. That's when the dreams began…
"Seto! You have disappointed me yet again!"
"I'm sorry sir"
Gozoboro advanced towards his stepson.
"No, please, no!"…
Smack Another punch had just been landed in Jou's face. He already lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. Blood was pouring from his nose and mouth along with large bruises already starting to form on his arms and chest.
"Dad…please…stop" Jou gasped.
"Had enough huh? You weakling, you're nothing but a dirty whore, that's all you'll ever be, just like your mother."
"My mother was 100 times the person you'll ever be!" Jou retaliated.
As his father loomed over him, he instantly regretted his decision. "How can you defend her? How can you defend that bitch, the one that left you and me? Huh?"
Jou couldn't look him in the eye. He just stared at the ground. Why did his mother leave him here with his poor excuse of a father?
An eerie grin spread across the face of his dad. "Speechless, huh?" The grin quickly faded, "Get out and don't you come back until school, you hear me?" His dad screamed, shoved him out in the hall and slammed the door leaving a broken Jou out in the cold. His clothes were bloody and torn, his body bruised beyond belief, and Jou could hardly stand up because the pain was so great from his father's actions. He had nowhere to go, nowhere to stay. He couldn't turn to anybody; he was all alone, in front of his apartment, not knowing what to do. He checked his pockets and found $5. If he spent his money right, he could probably afford enough food for the weekend. He shakily stood up, testing his strength. Excruciating pain radiated through his body, but he forced himself to walk out of the run-down, sleazy apartment complex…
Seto woke up with a start. His nightmare had woken him up. He used to have nightmares all the time, but they had been getting better, why had those memories come back now? It had really shaken him up. He glanced over at the clock. It read 3 am. He didn't have to wake up for another two hours. Try as he might, he could not go back to sleep. He figured he needed to clear his head, and decided that he would go for a walk. So he silently got dressed, wrote a quick note for Mokuba, just in case, and slipped into the early morning.
Seto was vaguely aware of where he was going; he mostly let his feet take care that. He was off trying to sort out his thoughts. He was trying to figure out why he had nightmares, and why he was here and all those questions that pop into people's heads when they think long enough. One peculiar thought crossed his mind. Why had Jou acted so strangely? Although this thought, along with all his others, were pushed out of his head when he saw some movement in an alleyway.
Normally, he would have passed it without a second glance, but those honey eyes were too familiar. And how could he pass up such a perfect chance to anger his mutt.
"Couldn't pay the rent pup?" Kaiba snickered evilly.
Jou looked like a deer caught in headlights. It wasn't until then that Kaiba got a good look at him. He saw the smeared blood all over his face; he saw the swollen nose and black eye, and he saw the bruises all over his arms.
"Not now Kaiba, just, not now" Jou practically pleaded.
"What happened?" Seto asked quietly.
"Why do you care?" Jou asked, exasperated.
"Normally I don't," he replied coldly, "but" he added, "if what I think happened actually happened, well, even I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy."
Jou looked away, ashamed and muttered "You have no idea what happened Kaiba."
"Why aren't you at the hospital, or at least with one of your pathetic friends?"
Angry, Jou yelled, "I can't go there. They aren't stupid, they'd figure out what was going on! Honda already suspects something and I will not go to a foster home! You here me Kaiba? You squeal on me and I swear to God, I will make your life a living hell! I will NOT go to a foster home."
"I doubt you could keep such a petty threat to a man of my status."
It was then that Jou realized that he had pretty much confirmed Kaiba's suspicions. Tears brimmed at the edge of his eyes, threatening to spill over.
Seto pulled out his wallet and took about three hundred dollars out of it and threw it on the ground in front of Jou. He then sneered, "We can't have you being an eyesore to society, go rent a room, maybe I can write this off my taxes as a charity case." At this, Kaiba promptly turned on his heel and briskly started walking home. 'Well that certainly ruined my day.' He thought to himself as he walked into his mansion…
Jou looked at the money on the ground. Now normally, he would have yelled at Kaiba, saying he didn't need his money and would refuse to take it, but at the moment he was out of options. He reluctantly picked up the scattered bills and headed off into the direction of the nearest motel…
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Well, what do you think? I know it's kind of going agonizingly slow (or maybe it's just me), but I really want to keep them in character. Review Pwease! It really does motivate me, and I promise I'll try to update sooner than I did last time.
note, this is a revised chapter, and I don't know if it's as good as the original, but I think it kinda fits the story better, as I know a few people agree
