Chapter Seven is here, Yay! To everyone that reviewed thank you, you all said some really nice things.

Shiko: I am going to put Jou's dad in the story; it's cool that you think he shouldn't be a drunk. That's what I was planning to do anyway. I am hoping to get the Yami's and Mokuba in also, but at this point in time, I'm not sure when.

Seto'swhiterose: I LOVE you! You're so sweet! I plan on updating at least once a week from now on, probably on Friday nights or Saturday mornings. Oh! Before I forget, don't worry about Jou. Everything's gonna work out in the end ; )

Nachzes Black-Rider: I'm sorry you're PMS-ing. I hope you feel better! This isn't going to be some seriously dark fic, so no worries.

Shadowy Fluffball: Thanks for that, you're so nice!

Shadow DarknessDragon: I'm so psyched that you like my story. Honda's gonna get what's coming to him very shortly.

Millennium Girl: My plan isn't to make Seto damned. But you're just going to have to wait and see what I've got up my sleeves now aren't you?

Hazel-Beka: All in good time. I'm making Jou's dad a lawyer from New York. And a damn good one at that. So if Jou gets something serious put on him, it won't last long.

Disclaimer: crickets chirp

Warnings: Seto's got a potty mouth

-Show Mw How It Ends-

Stage Seven: Justification

Seto paced around the room, the constant tick of a clock somewhere in the room slowly eating away at his calm demeanor.

"Stupid book, stupid Matthew, stupid fucking ME!"

The brunet landed a quick punch to a nearby wall, to enraged to notice that his fist had gone right through the stone. He swiftly turned, walking back to the table where he had set down the ancient manuscript. He flew through the book, rereading the same page over and over.

"This can't be true! I am not one of these…THINGS!"

He held the book steady, his fingers ghosting across the wood-print of a demonic figure.

"Fledglings

The most important beings in the vampiric race are fledglings. Commonly referred to as Dark Sons or Daughters, fledglings are the ones who carry on a vampiric bloodline. Many clan heads will find that choosing the proper descendant takes time; centuries, if not millennia. Unlike the popular tales of old, vampires are not capable of changing as many humans as they are capable. Often, changing even one fledgling can result in the death of the vampire itself. This is the reason the vampiric race is slowly dying off. Because of the extremely long decisive period in the choice of a fledgling and the fact that the knowledge of our species has been revealed, has resulted in many elder vampires being hunted and killed before a choice can be made.

There is one exception to this all too common weakness. Shadow vampires. These creatures have seemingly been spawned completely from Egyptian myth. Though, thankfully, they do exist. But in extremely small numbers. As in one every hundred-thousand years. What I am trying to get across is that these 'shadow vampires' are so sickeningly powerful, they can either destroy or renew the entire species.

The traits of these vampires are as follows: Crimson iris', retractable elongated canines, tolerance to sunlight, enhanced strength, speed, and agility, as well as enhanced eyesight. While these traits are common among all vampires, the tolerance to sunlight is one major difference. Though they seem to enjoy the night more than day. Shadow vampires, over the course of their training and defeat of other vampires, will gain physical enhancements. Those enhancements are: retractable claws/talons, a prehensile tail (often tipped with a spike or blade), and spines that extend from edges of bones (spine, elbows, and shoulder blades). But the defining feature of shadow vampires are the wings they grow. As mentioned before, shadow vampires are the ones that can replenish the vampiric race. In being capable of this, they are the appointed 'monarchs' of the species. A true Monarch Shadow Vampire bears scaled, demonic wings. But this is only after they feed on the blood of the one that has changed them."

Seto reached up slowly, pausing as he reached the hard, stiff, protrusions extending from his shoulders.

"Fuck."

Jounouchi sat in the police station, idly fingering the leaden cuffs that encircled his wrists. Okay, he wasn't just idly fingering the cuffs. He was going over all the reasons why he was wearing a pair of leaden cuffs in a police station.

Reason 1: That time he stole a gun to prove himself to his ex-gang.

Reason 2: The time he beat some kid to a bloody pulp when the aforementioned kid called his sister a slut.

Reason 3: Oh yeah, and that time when he jacked a car.

Well, that was all Jou could really recall. Each of those times, though, he had been caught and punished for the act. So, what else could he be here for? God, he had just been a victim in a school shooting that was perpetrated by his ex-best friend! Oh.

So that was why he was in trouble. But, he didn't do anything! Did he?

He remained silent for the next half hour, watching officers scurry across the room. Some had criminals. Some had paperwork. And many of them had dirty looks directed at Jou. Yay. More people thinking he was guilty.

"Katsuya!"

Jou's ears perked. He knew that voice. He knew that voice very well.

"Dad!"

Jou turned sharply, only to be enveloped in his father's arms. He looked up into warm honey-brown eyes. The same ones that he himself possessed.

"Dear God, I came as soon as I could." He said breathlessly. "You haven't said anything to them, have you? Well, it doesn't matter anyway. You're not guilty of anything, and I'm going to prove it!"

Jou looked up sadly at his father. "I think they think I killed Seto." He whispered quietly.

The older Jounouchi froze. He was the only one that knew about Katsuya's sexual preference. And his son's huge crush on Seto Kaiba.

"They think you were responsible for what happened? Oh, Katsuya."

The taller blonde pulled his only son closer to him as he started to cry. Rubbing gentle circles into Jou's back.

"We'll get this taken care of, okay? It will all be alright. You can come back with me to New York and we'll put all this behind us. Alright? What do you say?"

Jou nodded slowly, his face still buried in his dad's chest.

Of course, this was the exact moment that Police Chief Reilly Michaels decided to walk in. He nodded in acknowledgement of Mr. Jounouchi. Before turning a hardened glare onto the teen.

"Make yourself comfortable son," He practically snarled. "It's going to be a very long night."

Oh Dear God. It took me two weeks to get this out. And it's not even that long! I need to just skip to the end. 'Cause I know what's gonna happen then. Please review, I can't take much more of this.