GAH! This has got to be the SHORTEST chappie yet! (besides the first and second ones…)
Sorry! I guess I had to add one more chappie for the exposition! Actually, I'm not going to make any promises because I know that sometimes stuff changes… but this idea just popped up.
And I needed to give Joey issues…
I swear there's like some kind of force field around him! I can never think or write anything horrible for him… its sad really… only Kaiba, Otogi, and Honda really suffer…
Kaiba mostly…
Aerik: Kaiba is her fav
Aera: Actually, my fav character on Yugioh! is Kaiba/Jou or Jou/Kaiba!
Aerik: If asked that's exactly what she says… I would know… I've seen many of her bio and info things…
Aera: ^^
Aerik: She only tortures her fav characters. Her favoritest (not a really word) is the one that suffers the most…
Aera: Jou is the only exception… for some reason I just cant harm him in any real way…
Aerik: Probably cause you need someone to comfort Seto in his time of need.
Aera: Most likely the case… Since I technically need Jou to do that since I CANT and REFUSE to write Jou or Seto with ANY one else. Even Mai, sorry! (truly physically cant, has tried previously… ended in failure…)
Aerik: anyways… moving along….
The plot will get there soon enough… hope you like the angst… that's all you're really going to get…
Aera: It will hopefully get somewhat happy later on…. WHEN THEY GET TO-
Aerik: *clamps hand over hikari's mouth* let them wonder…
Aera: *sighs* oka…
Ya well, its REVIEWER RESPONSE TIME OR WHATEVA!!
Misura: Yes poor Otogi, I'm too abusive… *pats poor boy on head* Ya, Seto and Jou don't know really how to get to the point… *thanks teacher for "special" moment alone for the two* but knowing Seto… has to mess it up… AGAIN..
ColeyCarissa: hehehe, yep… finally!
Smaty1: Sorry! Couldn't control myself! Is it sad really? Cool! *dances*
Cynthia Chen: hehehe, why thank u! I'm glad u liked it!
Johnny-Depp-luv: I love my angst! hehehe
Youkai Youko: Thank you!
Possessed-anarchist: Thank you! I'm glad you like it! Flashbacks are fun to write… ^^ Thank you for voting too! I probably will stick with Duke and Tristan for names since I'm 7 chapters into it anyways… Honda is just easier to type for me. Otogi is easier for me to say… strangely enough… Oh well! When I talk I use both! Its so weird!
BarbedWire23: hehehe, I will add more twists, you can count on it! *demonic grin as she foresees events to come*
Anyways! That's it! On with da fic!
I don't own Yugioh! blah blah… I own da plot so ya…
Unexpected Surprises
Author: Aera-chan
Date: 11-30-03 or 12-01-03 (considering that its 12:10am)
Series: Yugioh!
Rating: PG-13
Chapter VII: Bloody Shame and Broken Promises
"Poppa!"
Muffled footsteps bounded and jumped along the cool blue and white tiles of the kitchen floor.
"Poppa, where are you?" called a young laughing voice . "Poppa, I cant find you!"
The footsteps turned and ran along the brown shaggy carpet of the hallway.
As he bounded to his small room in the back, two strong arms wrapped around his middle, swinging him high into the air.
"Ah ha! Now I've found my little puppy dog!"
The man threw him upwards to touch the ceiling, catching him as he fell back to the earth.
"Poppa!" cried the small boy. "I was looking for you! You weren't looking for me you big silly, you were hiding!" the little boy accused smiling.
"My what a smart child you are! And what a good finder!" the brown haired man said holding his son in his arms. "I thought you would never find me back here!"
"Poppa… I'm hungry. Please feed me." the little boy said showing his father his cutest puppy dog eyes.
"Of course baby." he set him down and turned to walk to the kitchen.
The boy followed at his heels. He knelt by his poppa's feet and woofed.
"Woof! Look dad, I'm a puppy!"
His dad smiled happily, which was a rare occasion on most days. He patted him on the head. "Well then Mr. Puppy, would you please get me a puppy bowl for your apple then."
"Woof!" The small boy barked before running to the old cabinets across the small room and getting his favorite blue plastic bowl.
"Woof!"
"Thank you Mr. Puppy." He finished cutting and peeling the apple before he scooped the slices into the bowl. "There you go."
"Woof woof!" He hugged his dad's leg before bounding to the living room to watch cartoons and eat his snack.
His dad came into the room and sat on the old torn and stained couch behind him.
"Daddy!" the boy pounced his dad and snuggled into his side. He started to sniffle.
"What's wrong Puppy dog?" He said stroking his hair. He wiped a tear from his son's cheek.
"I- I-" He hiccupped. "…miss mommy…"
"Oh baby." He hugged his son. "I miss her too… I miss her so much."
The small boy tightened his grasp on his father. "…you wont leave will you?"
"Never. I will never leave you or-"
At that moment, the latter chose to make their presence known.
His dad got up to go tend to the baby. "Don't worry, I will always be there for you…"
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Blinking, his eyes slowly adjusted to the dim florescent bulbs. The cold toilet lid woke him from his reverie.
His eyes closed, trying hard to will back the memories trying to escape from their confinements behind their thin prison walls.
He felt cold glass digging into his crumpled legs. Intense car lights shined in his eyes, sparkling off his pained tears.
"Its okay baby… don't cry… its going to be okay…"
His dad clutched him tightly, his head resting on his.
He felt his dad's tears falling on his head. Down his cheeks. Falling to his lap.
He turned to look at them.
He couldn't grasp what he saw entirely… but he did wonder…
Since when did his dad cry such beautiful crimson tears?
"…daddy, don't cry…" He wanted to comfort his dad, but his body hurt like he was being stabbed and punched and beaten.
He felt something cool and sharp pushing into his stomach. It felt hot at the same time. Flaming hot, but icy cold.
He let his eyes fall down.
He noticed his legs looked funny. Bent in an odd way.
He had never seen them bend that direction before. Was that normal?
His arms felt like lead weights. He lifted his hand to fall around the protrusion in his stomach.
It was a large pane of glass. It stabbed into him, tearing into his stomach.
But the shock overwhelmed him for him to react.
'Am I dreaming?'
"Poppa?"
Nothing.
"Poppa? Please answer me!"
Nothing.
He looked up. His father had his eyes closed.
"Poppa! Wake up!" He screamed.
He tried to shake his father, but he was too heavy.
"Poppa! You must wake up!"
Was his father… dead?
He felt his heart stop.
"No… no! you cant die! I have nobody left! Poppa!" he shook his father again.
He felt a gentle breath on his cheek.
"……….I……will never…leave you……………Seto…."
The breath stopped coming. Seto's eyes grew wide.
'N-n… NO!'
"Poppa! No! You cant! You have to take care of me!"
He continued to try to wake him, but his eyelids grew heavy, his mind foggy.
In the distance he heard the faint calls of people and the sirens of the ambulance.
"…….never…. you promised…." he muttered before falling into the deep darkness.
The memories slid down his cheeks freely.
'Must I be so weak?'
His hands groped and searched for something to grasp in his four walled prison. They slipped off of the cold walls.
He felt his chest racking with emotion.
'Never… you said that. But you didn't mean it did you? Never! No one ever keeps their promises! They never do!'
He pounded his fists against his knees angrily, letting the tears fall freely now.
"You promised… you promised…" he said sobbing into his knees. "…you promised daddy… but here I am, needing you… where are you when I need you? You left me and Mokuba. You left us behind! You said you wouldn't! And you promised!"
He bit his lip. His crying was making him sick. He never cried anymore.
"…I… hate you…"
Joey slammed his fist into the hard cement wall of the back courtyard. The pain it produced felt refreshing and cleansing in a way.
'Why did I do that?! Now he hates me! Gah! Why am I such a freakin idiot?!'
He pounded his fists consecutively, one after the other, until his knuckles were raw and red with fresh dark crimson tears of the life giving liquid.
The blood trickled slowly down his fingers in fiery little red trails. He watched it intently, his pupils dilating in interest and dark desire.
He closed his eyes.
He pounded the wounded limb into the wall again, blood splattering.
He sighed.
'…god… what a feeling…'
He hit the wall again.
His fist stung sharply, singing for more. Begging. Pleading with him.
He hammered harder this time, red flowing down in a river.
'…weak…'
He felt angry tears swelling behind his eyes.
'…so weak!"
He focused all his anger into his fist.
Slamming his knuckles into the bloodied wall, he gasped sharply feeling the crack.
Pain shot up his arm rapidly. Tears slipped down to join their bloody cousins on his palms. He clutched his broken hand to his chest.
He looked up to the wall.
Blood smeared across it in a mural of his torment. His anger. His intense gratification through pain.
His addictive new obsession.
He stared at it for a while.
Beauty reflected back to him.
Pride swelled in his heart. He was proud.
Of the blood. Of the self-induced pain.
Then shame took over.
He was ashamed of it then.
He remembered how Yugi acted when he would do stuff like this.
He was ashamed because of Joey.
Ashamed that he had such a pitiful friend.
Joey closed his eyes, searching the back of his lids for answers.
'…why is it bad? Nobody's getting hurt besides me. Why would that make it bad?'
He put his hand against the cold wall. Dying warmth comforted him momentarily.
His blood was drying.
His shame drove him to want to cover it. Hide it. Rid it from view.
He searched around for something to scrub it off with. He didn't find anything.
'I must hurry before it dries!'
He ripped his coat off of his shoulders and scrubbed at it with it.
The white inside turned pink, but the bloody symbol of pride and shame remained.
Finding no way to hide it, hide his shame, he fled.
To be continued…
Okay… Joey has an obsession with pain… HE'S JUST LIKE ME!! I'M SO PROUD!! ^___________^
Okay, this is what's up if you aren't exactly sure…
Jou: Blood and pain obsession, more to come! ^^
Seto: Inferiority complex (you notice it more in the future ^^) other things… you'll see
Otogi: Guess… if you haven't, here's a hint. Starts with an 'R' He's a victim of r___. who? you'll find out ^______^ *evilness*
Honda: Eating disorder, inferiority complex (future you'll see) other things… more to come! ^^
Basically! Everyone's gonna get more issues! ^^ You can count on it!
Ya, so, what did you guys think? Like it? Hate it?
Is it sad???? Is it just lame?? Should I make it sadder??? Or add some happiness??
Man I'm tired….
Must. Sleep. Now. Must. Post. First. Must. Stay. Awake.
K! well, here it is! I will TRY MY HARDEST TO STOP WITH ALL THE FREAKIN PAIN AND GET TO THE MAIN POINT TO THE FREAKIN PLOT/STORY!! I NEED TO STOP SIDE TRACKING!!
Ya, well now that I have Seto and Jou on not so good of terms… (IN THEIR OWN HEADS!!!) I can start the whole thingy!!! *dances*
Go me! Or whatever!!!
Peace out! ^______^ \V/ (- don't ask… its for your own good)
-Aera