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Chapter 2. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd

"Fuck this shit!"

The little gang where on their way home from school, and Jono was still complaining about how unfair the whole thing was.

"Oh, shut up! I can't stand listening to you anymore!" Honda complained, and slapped Jono in the back of his head.

"Ouch! Hey, what the…!" Jono shouted, and grabbed the back of his head. "Ya jus´ had to ask! Ya didn' need to hit me!"

Honda shrugged. "It was more fun this way. Besides, you never listen!"

"Yes I do! I totally do!"

"Nu-uh. You just hear what you want to hear."

"Psch…jus´ shaddup." Jono said, annoyed. He kicked a red beer can that was on the street, and loudly it began to roll down the road, the noise annoying every one in the gang. Except for Jono and Yugi, of course. Jono was too angry to even bother to care, and Yugi was as always very cheery and happy. He was currently trying to lift Jonos spirit, but without prevail.

"Come on, Jou! It isn't that bad, all you have to do is to play a part!" He said, and smiled widely towards Jono. Jono didn't see Yugis happy smile, he was far too busy staring down on the ground mumbling various insults involving Seto.

The little pep-talks and mumblings continued on, all the way to Jonos house.

"Call us tomorrow when you and Kaiba are done!" Anzu, Honda and Yugi said in sync, and waved at Jono who, still mumbling, entered his house through the wooden door of old oak tree.

Immediately, his half-drunken father began to shout at him, insult him, lowering his self-confidence.

"Boy! You're late!"

Jono was too tired to say against him.

"Answer me, boy!" His father said, and slapped him hard in Jonos face.

A red mark could be seen on his cheeks.

"Sorry, dad…" Jono mumbled.

"Sorry! Oh, you better be! Now, go make me dinner! And don't burn it this time!"

"I won't…" Jono mumbled, and immediately scurried quickly to the kitchen.

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Seto was sitting lazily in his red couch, waiting for the mutt to come, while quickly flipping through the script.

It was Saturday afternoon, and he had been told that it was around now that he would come here.

So Seto had nothing better to do than to practise his lines;

"It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die."

Seto snorted. He had always appreciated a good piece of literature, but Romeo and Juliet were too…lovey-dovey, in a lack of a better word, for him. Seto didn't believe that any love could be so strong that it would make the lovers commit suicide, or do anything anywhere near such drastic things.

Truly, Shakespeare was a king of false love.

Seto sighed, and lazily leaned back at the couch, script in one hand. He hastily read through the rest of the page, and realized that he most definitely needed the mutt to continue practising on that certain page.

Than the doorbell rang.

What a coincidence.

Seto left the couch and went up to open the door. When he did, he saw the mutt leaning on the doorframe, breathing heavily.

Seto smirked, and raised a perfect eyebrow.

"Been chasing other dogs, mutt?"

"Oh, shaddup…" Jono muttered, and refused to look up at Setos face. "Are ya goin' to invite me in or not?"

Seto stepped out of the way, leaving just enough room for Jono to squeeze in. Which he did, but not without accidentally revealing his face, where his right eye where decorated in a purple-ish colour.

"What happened to your eye?" Seto asked, more out of curiosity than anything else.

"Oh, err…I fell on my way 'ere…" Jono mumbled, and tried to squeeze in the rest of him into the house. But Seto had grabbed him by his chin and thus forcing him to look up at him, which made Jono stop immediately.

"Where have you fallen to get your eye to look like that?" Seto questioned with what sounded like a worried tone in his voice. But it disappeared as quick as it got there, when Seto dropped his chin. "You probably just got beaten up by all your little puppy friends while you were fetching sticks…"

Jono growled under his breath, but chose to ignore Setos rude remarks since he was too tired to argue.

He managed to get all of him into the house, and quickly slouched down on the red couch which Seto had just left. Jono picked up a crumpled sheet from his left pocket.

Seto sat down besides him, and picked his own script up, quickly flipping through the pages until he got to a certain page.

"We will start with act 4, part 8, scene 3." He decided.

"Why?"

"Because you die there."

"I do?" Jono asked, with surprise in his voice. He quickly got to the pages the scene was on, and dumbfoundly stared at it. "Well, would ya look at tha´; I do die."

Seto rolled his eyes with a quiet sigh.

"Hey, wait a minute…" Jono said, and peered at a certain line in the script. "'I will kiss thy lips?' What the bloody fuck is she meaning with tha'? Tea doesn't have lips, an´ it would be jus´ sick if she kissed a bloody teabag…" He said, and completely slaughtered the old English way of speaking.

Seto, once again, sighed.

"It's not pronounced 'tea', it's pronounced as it's spelled, 'thy'; 'thy lips', not 'tea lips.' I will kiss thy lips."

They heard a low gasp behind them.

It was Mokuba, and he was staring at them with eyes as big as Yugis.

"Big…brother..." He gasped out between chocked breaths.

Apparently, he had chosen to walk into the living room right when Seto had been trying to teach Jono proper pronunciation. And apparently, he had only heard the last sentence.

That they were sitting very close near each other in a couch didn't exactly make things better.

"Mokuba? What are you doing down here?" Seto asked, with horror in his voice. Curse Shakespeare who wrote the stupid love play! Curse the school for choosing to let the students play it! Curse the mutt for not speaking correctly!

Curse them all to hell!

"I just came to ask you if you were hungry, and then…I heard you! You two are…are a couple!"

"Dear god, no!" Seto shouted, and rose up from his place. Jounouchi on the other hand seemed too chocked to speak, and just stared blankly at Mokuba with his mouth shaping a small ´o´. "We're bloody hell not a couple! It's a part in a play we were forced into playing! Nothing else!"

"Just a play…?" Mokuba looked at him with disbelief shining from his wide eyes. "Where you are talking about kissing?"

"It's Romeo and Juliet. A romance play, where they talk about kissing."

"….Oh. I see. Well, err, I'll be leaving then. To my room I go…" Mokuba backed away from them with a nervous smile, and quickly ran up the long wooden stairs.

Seto sighed, and sat down once again.

"Well…that was…unexpected…" Jono said, script placed firmly in left hand, now with more wrinkles than before.

Seto merely nodded.

"Well…should we continue…?"

"Keep reading then, mutt. I'm dead in this scene."

"Oh." Jono started to read loudly, only making a few pronunciation mistakes this time since he really did an effort. He really didn't want to have Kaiba correcting him again thinking he's such a smart know-it-all…

Or have Mokuba running in thinking they were a couple…pfsh. Like that's ever going to happen!

"O-hoi, mutt."

"Uh-wha'?"

"You stopped reading."

"Oh, err, sorry then…" A small pink flush were visible on his cheeks, but very vaguely. He continued reading, hoping the flush would wear out soon.

But it only got worse when he saw a certain line in the script;

"Oh my fuckin´ God! We're goin' to KISS?"

"…Didn't you read through the script before you got here?" Seto stared at him with narrowed eyes.

"Well, obviously, no!" Jono shrieked, and very feminine so. "I dun wanna kiss you! You're, you're….Kaiba!"

"Trust me mutt, I'd rather not kiss you either."

"But…why didn't ya complain to the teacher 'bout being Romeo then?"

"Because it would be fun to see you make a complete and utter fool out of yourself on the stage." Seto said, and grinned.

Jono, naturally, fumed. Oh God, he was so sick of having Kaiba putting him down everyday, every time he saw Jono, every time he wanted. He did not want to be his punching bag; even though the punches were just words, it hurt him like a real punch would. Perhaps even more.

Jono rose up from his seat.

"Why the bloody fuck do ya constantly call me names? Why d'ya bring me down all the time? Why do you wanna make my life worse than it a' ready is?"

"Worse?" Seto sounded confused. "What do you mean 'worse'?"

"Crap…." Jono said, and his voice broke at that single word. He had exposed himself. He had accidentally revealed something that he most definitely did not want revealing. He had said far too much.

He grabbed his script, which had been dropped down on the ground when he stood up, and quickly ran to the door. It didn't take him many seconds to open it, slam it shut, and then run away from Setos house.

Seto, on the other hand, stayed at his place.

Even though it was far obvious that he had lied before, he had now gotten proof.

The pup didn't fell.

He had been hit.