Disclaimers are in Chapter 1 K?
To the following Reviewers: Ranma Higurashi, Jadej.j, DaughterofDeath, Joey- lover, Lil Bre, YamisGal, someone, jade-lily, Kaelas, Princess Razu, Kimbra- fire and phwee? yami hobo. You people make this all worth while. *sends big bear hugs to all reviewers* ... Did I mention I love you people?
On to Chapter 2
Jou got home to an empty apartment that day. Luckily his father was out somewhere. Either at work or a pub. Checking the calendar where Jou insisted his father wrote all his shifts Jou noted he was supposed to be working. But with his old man, Jou could never be sure.
Jou got to work on cleaning up the small apartment. It wasn't that dirty because Jou was the only one who really spent time in the apartment. It was just messy and if it got out of hand there would be hell when his father got home.
Jou also got some dinner ready. He was no spectacular cook but he knew how to boil water and open a package of pasta. He had dinner on the living room coffee table and was just sitting down to watch a bit of television when his father came home.
"Dinner's ready, dad." Jou said meekly. Jou looked up at his father. A slight bruise was growing apparent on the man's cheek and he reeked of mint. Jou knew that was just a cover up for the alcohol though.
'Shit' Jou thought, 'I wonder who he's pissed off this time' Choosing to say nothing about the bruise, Jou dished his father some pasta. It was useless not asking because his father said, "You see this?" he asked pointing to his blueing cheek. "This is what happens when I try and save a few dollars! 'Could you buy me a drink?' and WHAP he hits me!"
Staggering into the bathroom Jou noticed he veered to one side as he walked. 'Drunk' thought Jou. This should be fun.
Jou jumped when the phone rang. "Should I get that, dad?" His father came back into the living room and said, "If it's for me I'm not home yet." Nodding Jou picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello, may I please speak to the father of Jounichi Katsuya?"
"Sensei!?!"
"Oh! Hello Jounichi. Can I speak with your father?"
Jou looked up at his father and mouthed, "It's my teacher for you." Jou's father's face grew bright red. "What the FUCK does your teacher want?!?" He yelled. Storming over to Jou his father picked him up by the collar and shook him. The phone dropped from Jou's hand "Boy if you've been skipping class, your in DEEP SHIT! You hear!?!" Jou nodded his head but that wasn't good enough for Jou's father. Jou suddenly felt himself being lifted upwards. Tensing his body Jou felt himself fall into the coffee table, with a yelp of pain, knocking off the pasta dish, which in turn shattered loudly on the floor.
"Get back here, boy!" but Jou scrambled out of reach. Unfortunately, he found himself in a corner with no way out.
"Dad," He pleaded. "If I'm marked up when I get to school they're gonna ask questions." But his pleas fell on deaf ears as an iron fist found it's way into Jounichi's stomach.
Having enough Jou's father went into Jou's room and started wrecking Havoc looking for Jou's money. After a minute of ruckus, "Where the FUCK is your money?"
"Come on, Dad, I need that for school." Walking back into the living room where Jou was fighting to get his breath back Jou's father walked right up to Jounichi's corner and put his face right in front of Jou's pale one.
"Where's the money?" He asked in a dead calm. He couldn't hide the smell of whiskey from this range. Still clutching his stomach Jou got up and walked to the cleaning cupboard with his father on his heels. Opening the door Jou had twenty dollars in a zip-lock bag in plain view. It was the perfect hiding spot too. Jou figured if his father was being noble enough to sweep he could have the money. But that was not the case. Jou's father took the baggie and left.
Jou sank back to the floor for a little bit to wait for the sharp pain his father had given him to decrease to the dull throb it usually did. When he was stable enough to move confidently, Jou went to the coffee table and started picking up the spilt pasta and the broken dish. He righted the table and sat down on the couch. He didn't feel like cleaning his room just now.
Finally, tears threatened to fall and Jou's nose started to run. "Jerk." He muttered. Sniffling a little. He was too tired to bother getting a Kleenex. Then, stretching himself out on the couch Jou glanced at something that made his stomach feel worse than when he'd been punched.
The phone was off the hook and Jou had the haunting suspicion Sensei Kimura had heard the whole thing. Picking up the phone Jou shakily said "Hello?" Nothing. Jou breathed a sigh of relief. The phone must have been disconnected. Then, "Jounichi? Are you alright?"
She had heard everything.
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Well Obviously I could be a little more original and not do the whole drunken abusive father but what can I say? I'm Typical. Besides, people seem to like reading the 'drunken father style. But I promise you wonderful readers two things: One, Seto will be in the next chapter (for all you Seto fans) and two I won't have Jou be a blubbering "oh save me Seto" because that pisses me right off. I generally like to keep the characters attitudes similar to the TV series and I hardly see Jou Blubbering. That's all for now.
To the following Reviewers: Ranma Higurashi, Jadej.j, DaughterofDeath, Joey- lover, Lil Bre, YamisGal, someone, jade-lily, Kaelas, Princess Razu, Kimbra- fire and phwee? yami hobo. You people make this all worth while. *sends big bear hugs to all reviewers* ... Did I mention I love you people?
On to Chapter 2
Jou got home to an empty apartment that day. Luckily his father was out somewhere. Either at work or a pub. Checking the calendar where Jou insisted his father wrote all his shifts Jou noted he was supposed to be working. But with his old man, Jou could never be sure.
Jou got to work on cleaning up the small apartment. It wasn't that dirty because Jou was the only one who really spent time in the apartment. It was just messy and if it got out of hand there would be hell when his father got home.
Jou also got some dinner ready. He was no spectacular cook but he knew how to boil water and open a package of pasta. He had dinner on the living room coffee table and was just sitting down to watch a bit of television when his father came home.
"Dinner's ready, dad." Jou said meekly. Jou looked up at his father. A slight bruise was growing apparent on the man's cheek and he reeked of mint. Jou knew that was just a cover up for the alcohol though.
'Shit' Jou thought, 'I wonder who he's pissed off this time' Choosing to say nothing about the bruise, Jou dished his father some pasta. It was useless not asking because his father said, "You see this?" he asked pointing to his blueing cheek. "This is what happens when I try and save a few dollars! 'Could you buy me a drink?' and WHAP he hits me!"
Staggering into the bathroom Jou noticed he veered to one side as he walked. 'Drunk' thought Jou. This should be fun.
Jou jumped when the phone rang. "Should I get that, dad?" His father came back into the living room and said, "If it's for me I'm not home yet." Nodding Jou picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello, may I please speak to the father of Jounichi Katsuya?"
"Sensei!?!"
"Oh! Hello Jounichi. Can I speak with your father?"
Jou looked up at his father and mouthed, "It's my teacher for you." Jou's father's face grew bright red. "What the FUCK does your teacher want?!?" He yelled. Storming over to Jou his father picked him up by the collar and shook him. The phone dropped from Jou's hand "Boy if you've been skipping class, your in DEEP SHIT! You hear!?!" Jou nodded his head but that wasn't good enough for Jou's father. Jou suddenly felt himself being lifted upwards. Tensing his body Jou felt himself fall into the coffee table, with a yelp of pain, knocking off the pasta dish, which in turn shattered loudly on the floor.
"Get back here, boy!" but Jou scrambled out of reach. Unfortunately, he found himself in a corner with no way out.
"Dad," He pleaded. "If I'm marked up when I get to school they're gonna ask questions." But his pleas fell on deaf ears as an iron fist found it's way into Jounichi's stomach.
Having enough Jou's father went into Jou's room and started wrecking Havoc looking for Jou's money. After a minute of ruckus, "Where the FUCK is your money?"
"Come on, Dad, I need that for school." Walking back into the living room where Jou was fighting to get his breath back Jou's father walked right up to Jounichi's corner and put his face right in front of Jou's pale one.
"Where's the money?" He asked in a dead calm. He couldn't hide the smell of whiskey from this range. Still clutching his stomach Jou got up and walked to the cleaning cupboard with his father on his heels. Opening the door Jou had twenty dollars in a zip-lock bag in plain view. It was the perfect hiding spot too. Jou figured if his father was being noble enough to sweep he could have the money. But that was not the case. Jou's father took the baggie and left.
Jou sank back to the floor for a little bit to wait for the sharp pain his father had given him to decrease to the dull throb it usually did. When he was stable enough to move confidently, Jou went to the coffee table and started picking up the spilt pasta and the broken dish. He righted the table and sat down on the couch. He didn't feel like cleaning his room just now.
Finally, tears threatened to fall and Jou's nose started to run. "Jerk." He muttered. Sniffling a little. He was too tired to bother getting a Kleenex. Then, stretching himself out on the couch Jou glanced at something that made his stomach feel worse than when he'd been punched.
The phone was off the hook and Jou had the haunting suspicion Sensei Kimura had heard the whole thing. Picking up the phone Jou shakily said "Hello?" Nothing. Jou breathed a sigh of relief. The phone must have been disconnected. Then, "Jounichi? Are you alright?"
She had heard everything.
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Well Obviously I could be a little more original and not do the whole drunken abusive father but what can I say? I'm Typical. Besides, people seem to like reading the 'drunken father style. But I promise you wonderful readers two things: One, Seto will be in the next chapter (for all you Seto fans) and two I won't have Jou be a blubbering "oh save me Seto" because that pisses me right off. I generally like to keep the characters attitudes similar to the TV series and I hardly see Jou Blubbering. That's all for now.