Hello people. I can't believe how many reviews there are. YIKES! On second
thought though. Coooooooooooooooooooooolllllllllllllllllllllllll. Righty
then. I'll stop boring you people who actually read the author's blurb and
onto the story.
Chapter 5
The Monday night was uneventful because just as Jounichi was getting home his father was leaving. Jou fixed himself a snack and got an ice pack for his stomach, which was feeling enflamed. Pulling up his shirt, Jou checked out his unusually large bruise. "Man that does not look good." Jou thought. He hoped nothing was wrong internally, but he figured 'no' cause he still had an appetite.
When the ice pack was completely melted an hour later, Jou put it back in the freezer and went to his room. He had cleaned it on the weekend and had found an old stash of money he had forgotten about. It wasn't much but Jou figured the twenty bucks would qualify for the spending money Kaiba insisted on.
Jou looked at his list and started to sort out the things he would need. He got his weeks worth of clothes and his basic toiletries (eg tooth brush, hair brush, etc.) in order and then glanced at the list again. His deck never left his pocket and he could just bring his school bag for his writing supplies. Bathing suit. "Oh shit." Jou thought. He'd look great in front of Kaiba in a bathing suit with a massive bruise on his torso. Maybe he could put on a tee shirt and claim that he didn't want to burn or something.
Now about those suits he needed. Twenty bucks wasn't even enough to rent a suit for ten minutes never mind where ever Kaiba was taking him. Jou would just have to figure something else out. Maybe Honda had a suit he could borrow.
Acting on that thought Jou phone Honda. Unfortunately though, Honda found it too hilarious that Seto had given Jou a list to be of any use. Jou went to bed that night no closer to a plan than he had been that afternoon.
********
Tuesday was a, how shall we say, very different experience than Monday. Jou spent the entire day hanging really closely with Yugi and the others so that Sensei Kimura couldn't catch him on his own and force him to talk. The movies, the Animatrix and season one of 'Duel Mania' that Yugi brought, were probably very interesting but unfortunately Jou was so caught up in avoiding the sensei's eye that he didn't pay much attention. The only thing that did demand attention was during the Animatrix called 'second renosance number one' or something when a female robot was getting, not quite gang raped but gang sexually assaulted. Well unfortunately Marik and Bakura and a few of the other boys had found this amusing, it was a robot after all, and were laughing out loud.
Well no one in that classroom had ever seen the Sensei lose it like she did. She shut off the TV and actually said, "What the FUCK is wrong with you?!?!" staring at each one of us boys, even the ones who weren't laughing. "You all have mothers, and sisters and grandmothers! What if that was them screaming for help and people were laughing?!?" The class was silent. Jou could feel the shame rise from the guilty faces that couldn't make eye contact with the sensei. Hell, Jou himself, couldn't make eye contact. He found himself feeling guilty for every dirty thought he'd had in his life.
Shaking her head sensei Kimura turned the movie back on and gradually the heavy silence was lifted.
In the Duel Mania season one all that really happened was a little weevil and Rex bashing between Jou and Honda. When the bell rang Jou managed to sneak out of the class before the sensei could say anything and quickly went home to ponder his list dilemma. By the time Jou actually reached his door a plan hit him in the face so that Jou couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it before. He could borrow his Dad's suit. Jou was sure he had at least one that he always wore for job interviews.
Jou went inside and held his breath. Looking around, Jou slowly let it out. His father wasn't home yet. Jou went straight to his father's room and promptly opened the closet with in. There it was. Probably the only decent garment his father possessed and Jou would be borrowing it for ten days. Jou' stomach bruise twinged painfully at the thought of how pissed off his father was going to be when Jou got back. Jou took the suit out of the closet and measured it against his much smaller frame. "Oh well" Jou thought. "Maybe if I burst into hysterics my fairy god mother will show up and grant me a tux or something." Jou laughed at both his mental picture of his fairy god mother, which was a sexy she devil, and the image of himself in a smart looking tux, which was, needless to say with Jou's hair style, amusing.
Jou put the suit back though. The last thing he needed was his old man catching him with the suit before Jou left, which, Jou could imagine, would be cause for some technical difficulties. Jou shut himself in his room for the rest of the night. Now if only he could leave tomorrow unnoticed.
Some people are riddled with luck and don't even realize it. Some people make they're own luck. Jounichi Katsuya is bloody cursed cause damned if his father wasn't still home at 4:00pm Wednesday, the exact time Jou had planned to leave.
"Damn!" Jou thought. Putting his duffel bag just inside his room Jou went and joined his father in the living room. "So," Jou said casually. "You uhhh, got any plans today?"
Jou's father looked at him suspiciously. Then he looked back at the TV. "No." He growled at it as if it were the TV's fault. Jou nodded slowly. "Shit." He thought. "How am I supposed to sneak out if the doors next to the TV?" Then a though hit him, maybe he could make a run for it when his old man used the facilities. (Aka the toilet) Acting on this plan Jou said, "Soooooo, Can I get you something to drink? It's pretty hot out and the news was saying that people especially men should be drinking lots."
Now Jou's father just stared at Jou. "What the hell is wrong with you boy?!"
Backing up and preparing himself to bolt Jou managed to stammer, "N N Nothing Dad. I'm just going along with what the news guy said. I was just going to get myself something and, you know, thought I could get something for you while I was up." Jou held his breath. His father was just so unpredictable. Jou's father accepted his story. "Get me a beer." He said.
"Ice?"
Jou's father nodded affirmative.
Easing himself off the couch Jou went into the small kitchen and got himself a soda and his father a beer. Now all he could do was wait. 4:30 came around and two more beers later Jou's father still hadn't relieved himself. 4:45? No such luck.
"Shit on a stick!" Jou thought resorting mentally to his old curse. "Kaiba's going to have my blonde head on a platter tonight, no, more like my whole body." Jou mentally blushed at that thought. "Better just make it my head so no one gets the wrong idea. Glancing over at his father Jou mentally sighed. His father didn't even look like he was going to have to pee in the next hour. "Shit on a stick." Jou thought again. "What a great way to start my new project with Kaiba.
********
"He's late." Seto thought glancing at his watch for the twentieth time that hour. 6:40 pm. Oh how he was going to kill the blonde when he showed up. That puppy probably backed out at the last minute. "No matter," Seto thought. "I'll just go pick him up."
"Cecelia!" He called through the intercom.
"Yes, sir?"
"I'm going to go and pick up Jounichi Katsuya. Should he arrive before I get back keep him in the house and call me immediately."
"Yes, Mr Kaiba." She answered pleasantly.
As an after thought he added, "and see to it that Mokuba has dinner for me."
"Yes, Mr Kaiba." She answered. She was a pleasant woman and Seto knew he was lucky to have her. Pulling on the dark blue trench coat Seto currently favoured, he hailed his limo driver and they set off to Jou's apartment at a rapid pace.
Seto wasted no time in getting to Jou's apartment room. Placing his hand on the doorknob Seto intended to barge in and demand a reason for Jou's inexcusable tardiness. But then he heard through the door, "You stupid boy you piss me off!"
"Look I'm sorry, Dad! Sheesh! You'd think I'd stolen something the way you're carrying on. It's just a little stain, and if I recall correctly it was you who shoved me into the table in the first place!"
"I don't give a shit how it got there you brat get rid of it!"
"Alright, Alright. Just give me a minute."
Seto heard the sound of a door in the house being opened. Pressing his ear to the door Seto strained to hear what was happening.
Then, "Damn it Katsuya you're blocking my view!" Seto heard a thud then a crash that sounded like a table being knocked over.
"Shit! Dad! You tell me to clean it, then you tell me fuck off! Make up your mind already!"
"Are you getting smart with me?" Seto smelled trouble. Jou said nothing
"Are-you-getting-smart-with-me?" Jou's father said enunciating every syllable. Jou still said nothing.
Seto meanwhile had had enough. Jou was already two hours late and Seto wasn't going to wait much more. Calling into mind what he had seen of Jounichi's place on Friday, Seto figured Jou's father would be on the couch and Jou somewhere near that pasta stain. Seto promptly opened the door, grateful it hadn't been locked and entered Jou's house.
It was an interesting scene that greeted him. Jou's father, who looked pissed drunk was sitting on the couch in a bathrobe that hadn't been washed in weeks, and Jounichi was on the floor sporting a bloody nose and a split lip. His eyes weren't watering so Seto didn't dwell on that.
"Can I help you?" Jou's father slurred at Seto.
"You son is late." Seto replied icily. Looking at Jou, he noticed the blonde wasn't making eye contact with anyone. "Well? Why aren't you getting your stuff?"
Jou didn't move. Jou's father, however, started to giggle a bit, then he burst out into a drunken mans hysterical laughing.
Seto, cringed, being rather disgusted by the old mans appearance and attitude. "What, may I ask, is so funny about your son being two hours late?" Seto noticed Jou glance up at a wall clock but before he could catch the blonde's eye Jou had looked down again. "Get your stuff Jounichi." Seto ordered, "I haven't got all day, you know."
Jou got up and went to his room.
"Where the FUCK do you think you're going?" Jou's father screamed. Seto opened his mouth to explain but Jou beat him to it.
"I'm going to Seto Kaiba's place for ten days to complete a project worth half my mark for next year. I'll be back next Saturday."
"Don't be ridiculous. Just who's going to cook around here?"
"It's called instant noodles, dad. I'm sure you can boil a pot of water as well as any."
Jou left the living room and went to the bathroom to deal with his bloody nose leaving Seto alone in the living room with his father. Jou wasn't worried though. He'd seen Kaiba in action against trained professionals. If his father got violent, Jou would feel sorry for his old man who would be the next one sporting a bloody nose.
Jou quickly changed his clothes and took his duffle bag out into the living room and put it by the door. He noticed that no one had moved since he left. His old man was still on the couch now silently glaring at Kaiba trying to burn holes with his eyes, and Kaiba, not even a little bit intimidated, was icily glaring back. Jou shivered at the chill of the ice versus fire in this room.
Then casually going into his father's room, Jou took the suit out of the closet.
"What the hell is that thing?" Seto asked taking his eyes off the old man.
"It's nothing." he said trying to hide it from his father's view. But Jou's father was having none of it.
"That's MY suit!" he roared leaping from the couch. Jou backed against the wall. "What are you doing with it?!"
"I need a suit, dad." Seto started. He'd never thought that Jou might not have one of his own.
"Never mind the suit." He said. Then thinking quickly to save Jou's pride he added, "Besides, you're not wearing that," Seto said with a meaningful glance, "to the meetings with my business partners. We'll pick up something a little more presentable."
Jou blushed slightly at the reference to his father's greebly suit. With a glance at his father, who was fuming at Seto's insulting words, Jou promptly dropped the suit and followed Seto who was already half way out the door.
Suddenly though he felt his father's hand grab his left wrist and pull sharply, biting back a yelp at the pain that shot through his arm Jou dropped the duffle bag in his other hand and tried to free himself. Unfortunately, his father had a vice grip so that Jou's hand was starting to tingle from lack of blood. "You're not going." He hissed at Jou.
Seto, now royally ticked off at the amount of time this was taking grabbed the old man's wrist and squeezed at a pressure point forcing the old man's hand to open. Jou stumbled out of reach and grabbed his bag again, ignoring the throbbing pain his left arm. Once in the hallway, Jou noticed Seto wasn't following yet. Looking back Jou noticed the two were having another staring contest. Then his father did something very, very stupid. With his free arm he took a swing at Seto and hit him squarely in the chest.
Jou's mind went numb with shock. "I can't believe he actually hit Kaiba!" Jou thought franticly. Seto seemed not at all bothered by this. In fact he had on his "I'm gonna kick your ass" smirk that he usually reserved for duels with Jou. Letting go of Jou's father's wrist he hit the old man in the chest three times before shoving him to the floor.
Straightening out his coat in a calm fashion, that gave Jou the impression this was a normal occurrence beating the crap out of people, Seto said "Jounichi will be back next Saturday at the earliest. Don't bother trying to visit or make contact or I will have you forcefully removed from my premises. While Jounichi's father had no intention of 'visiting' the threat was effective all the same. Stepping over the fallen form of Jou's father, Seto joined Jounichi in the hallway and shut the door behind himself. He then promptly made his way down the stairs and out the door with Jounichi following at a loss for words. Or following like a puppy in Seto's opinion.
Whew! That's all for chapter five. And now the fun begins. Mwa ha ha ha. Until next time. Later Dayz.
Chapter 5
The Monday night was uneventful because just as Jounichi was getting home his father was leaving. Jou fixed himself a snack and got an ice pack for his stomach, which was feeling enflamed. Pulling up his shirt, Jou checked out his unusually large bruise. "Man that does not look good." Jou thought. He hoped nothing was wrong internally, but he figured 'no' cause he still had an appetite.
When the ice pack was completely melted an hour later, Jou put it back in the freezer and went to his room. He had cleaned it on the weekend and had found an old stash of money he had forgotten about. It wasn't much but Jou figured the twenty bucks would qualify for the spending money Kaiba insisted on.
Jou looked at his list and started to sort out the things he would need. He got his weeks worth of clothes and his basic toiletries (eg tooth brush, hair brush, etc.) in order and then glanced at the list again. His deck never left his pocket and he could just bring his school bag for his writing supplies. Bathing suit. "Oh shit." Jou thought. He'd look great in front of Kaiba in a bathing suit with a massive bruise on his torso. Maybe he could put on a tee shirt and claim that he didn't want to burn or something.
Now about those suits he needed. Twenty bucks wasn't even enough to rent a suit for ten minutes never mind where ever Kaiba was taking him. Jou would just have to figure something else out. Maybe Honda had a suit he could borrow.
Acting on that thought Jou phone Honda. Unfortunately though, Honda found it too hilarious that Seto had given Jou a list to be of any use. Jou went to bed that night no closer to a plan than he had been that afternoon.
********
Tuesday was a, how shall we say, very different experience than Monday. Jou spent the entire day hanging really closely with Yugi and the others so that Sensei Kimura couldn't catch him on his own and force him to talk. The movies, the Animatrix and season one of 'Duel Mania' that Yugi brought, were probably very interesting but unfortunately Jou was so caught up in avoiding the sensei's eye that he didn't pay much attention. The only thing that did demand attention was during the Animatrix called 'second renosance number one' or something when a female robot was getting, not quite gang raped but gang sexually assaulted. Well unfortunately Marik and Bakura and a few of the other boys had found this amusing, it was a robot after all, and were laughing out loud.
Well no one in that classroom had ever seen the Sensei lose it like she did. She shut off the TV and actually said, "What the FUCK is wrong with you?!?!" staring at each one of us boys, even the ones who weren't laughing. "You all have mothers, and sisters and grandmothers! What if that was them screaming for help and people were laughing?!?" The class was silent. Jou could feel the shame rise from the guilty faces that couldn't make eye contact with the sensei. Hell, Jou himself, couldn't make eye contact. He found himself feeling guilty for every dirty thought he'd had in his life.
Shaking her head sensei Kimura turned the movie back on and gradually the heavy silence was lifted.
In the Duel Mania season one all that really happened was a little weevil and Rex bashing between Jou and Honda. When the bell rang Jou managed to sneak out of the class before the sensei could say anything and quickly went home to ponder his list dilemma. By the time Jou actually reached his door a plan hit him in the face so that Jou couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it before. He could borrow his Dad's suit. Jou was sure he had at least one that he always wore for job interviews.
Jou went inside and held his breath. Looking around, Jou slowly let it out. His father wasn't home yet. Jou went straight to his father's room and promptly opened the closet with in. There it was. Probably the only decent garment his father possessed and Jou would be borrowing it for ten days. Jou' stomach bruise twinged painfully at the thought of how pissed off his father was going to be when Jou got back. Jou took the suit out of the closet and measured it against his much smaller frame. "Oh well" Jou thought. "Maybe if I burst into hysterics my fairy god mother will show up and grant me a tux or something." Jou laughed at both his mental picture of his fairy god mother, which was a sexy she devil, and the image of himself in a smart looking tux, which was, needless to say with Jou's hair style, amusing.
Jou put the suit back though. The last thing he needed was his old man catching him with the suit before Jou left, which, Jou could imagine, would be cause for some technical difficulties. Jou shut himself in his room for the rest of the night. Now if only he could leave tomorrow unnoticed.
Some people are riddled with luck and don't even realize it. Some people make they're own luck. Jounichi Katsuya is bloody cursed cause damned if his father wasn't still home at 4:00pm Wednesday, the exact time Jou had planned to leave.
"Damn!" Jou thought. Putting his duffel bag just inside his room Jou went and joined his father in the living room. "So," Jou said casually. "You uhhh, got any plans today?"
Jou's father looked at him suspiciously. Then he looked back at the TV. "No." He growled at it as if it were the TV's fault. Jou nodded slowly. "Shit." He thought. "How am I supposed to sneak out if the doors next to the TV?" Then a though hit him, maybe he could make a run for it when his old man used the facilities. (Aka the toilet) Acting on this plan Jou said, "Soooooo, Can I get you something to drink? It's pretty hot out and the news was saying that people especially men should be drinking lots."
Now Jou's father just stared at Jou. "What the hell is wrong with you boy?!"
Backing up and preparing himself to bolt Jou managed to stammer, "N N Nothing Dad. I'm just going along with what the news guy said. I was just going to get myself something and, you know, thought I could get something for you while I was up." Jou held his breath. His father was just so unpredictable. Jou's father accepted his story. "Get me a beer." He said.
"Ice?"
Jou's father nodded affirmative.
Easing himself off the couch Jou went into the small kitchen and got himself a soda and his father a beer. Now all he could do was wait. 4:30 came around and two more beers later Jou's father still hadn't relieved himself. 4:45? No such luck.
"Shit on a stick!" Jou thought resorting mentally to his old curse. "Kaiba's going to have my blonde head on a platter tonight, no, more like my whole body." Jou mentally blushed at that thought. "Better just make it my head so no one gets the wrong idea. Glancing over at his father Jou mentally sighed. His father didn't even look like he was going to have to pee in the next hour. "Shit on a stick." Jou thought again. "What a great way to start my new project with Kaiba.
********
"He's late." Seto thought glancing at his watch for the twentieth time that hour. 6:40 pm. Oh how he was going to kill the blonde when he showed up. That puppy probably backed out at the last minute. "No matter," Seto thought. "I'll just go pick him up."
"Cecelia!" He called through the intercom.
"Yes, sir?"
"I'm going to go and pick up Jounichi Katsuya. Should he arrive before I get back keep him in the house and call me immediately."
"Yes, Mr Kaiba." She answered pleasantly.
As an after thought he added, "and see to it that Mokuba has dinner for me."
"Yes, Mr Kaiba." She answered. She was a pleasant woman and Seto knew he was lucky to have her. Pulling on the dark blue trench coat Seto currently favoured, he hailed his limo driver and they set off to Jou's apartment at a rapid pace.
Seto wasted no time in getting to Jou's apartment room. Placing his hand on the doorknob Seto intended to barge in and demand a reason for Jou's inexcusable tardiness. But then he heard through the door, "You stupid boy you piss me off!"
"Look I'm sorry, Dad! Sheesh! You'd think I'd stolen something the way you're carrying on. It's just a little stain, and if I recall correctly it was you who shoved me into the table in the first place!"
"I don't give a shit how it got there you brat get rid of it!"
"Alright, Alright. Just give me a minute."
Seto heard the sound of a door in the house being opened. Pressing his ear to the door Seto strained to hear what was happening.
Then, "Damn it Katsuya you're blocking my view!" Seto heard a thud then a crash that sounded like a table being knocked over.
"Shit! Dad! You tell me to clean it, then you tell me fuck off! Make up your mind already!"
"Are you getting smart with me?" Seto smelled trouble. Jou said nothing
"Are-you-getting-smart-with-me?" Jou's father said enunciating every syllable. Jou still said nothing.
Seto meanwhile had had enough. Jou was already two hours late and Seto wasn't going to wait much more. Calling into mind what he had seen of Jounichi's place on Friday, Seto figured Jou's father would be on the couch and Jou somewhere near that pasta stain. Seto promptly opened the door, grateful it hadn't been locked and entered Jou's house.
It was an interesting scene that greeted him. Jou's father, who looked pissed drunk was sitting on the couch in a bathrobe that hadn't been washed in weeks, and Jounichi was on the floor sporting a bloody nose and a split lip. His eyes weren't watering so Seto didn't dwell on that.
"Can I help you?" Jou's father slurred at Seto.
"You son is late." Seto replied icily. Looking at Jou, he noticed the blonde wasn't making eye contact with anyone. "Well? Why aren't you getting your stuff?"
Jou didn't move. Jou's father, however, started to giggle a bit, then he burst out into a drunken mans hysterical laughing.
Seto, cringed, being rather disgusted by the old mans appearance and attitude. "What, may I ask, is so funny about your son being two hours late?" Seto noticed Jou glance up at a wall clock but before he could catch the blonde's eye Jou had looked down again. "Get your stuff Jounichi." Seto ordered, "I haven't got all day, you know."
Jou got up and went to his room.
"Where the FUCK do you think you're going?" Jou's father screamed. Seto opened his mouth to explain but Jou beat him to it.
"I'm going to Seto Kaiba's place for ten days to complete a project worth half my mark for next year. I'll be back next Saturday."
"Don't be ridiculous. Just who's going to cook around here?"
"It's called instant noodles, dad. I'm sure you can boil a pot of water as well as any."
Jou left the living room and went to the bathroom to deal with his bloody nose leaving Seto alone in the living room with his father. Jou wasn't worried though. He'd seen Kaiba in action against trained professionals. If his father got violent, Jou would feel sorry for his old man who would be the next one sporting a bloody nose.
Jou quickly changed his clothes and took his duffle bag out into the living room and put it by the door. He noticed that no one had moved since he left. His old man was still on the couch now silently glaring at Kaiba trying to burn holes with his eyes, and Kaiba, not even a little bit intimidated, was icily glaring back. Jou shivered at the chill of the ice versus fire in this room.
Then casually going into his father's room, Jou took the suit out of the closet.
"What the hell is that thing?" Seto asked taking his eyes off the old man.
"It's nothing." he said trying to hide it from his father's view. But Jou's father was having none of it.
"That's MY suit!" he roared leaping from the couch. Jou backed against the wall. "What are you doing with it?!"
"I need a suit, dad." Seto started. He'd never thought that Jou might not have one of his own.
"Never mind the suit." He said. Then thinking quickly to save Jou's pride he added, "Besides, you're not wearing that," Seto said with a meaningful glance, "to the meetings with my business partners. We'll pick up something a little more presentable."
Jou blushed slightly at the reference to his father's greebly suit. With a glance at his father, who was fuming at Seto's insulting words, Jou promptly dropped the suit and followed Seto who was already half way out the door.
Suddenly though he felt his father's hand grab his left wrist and pull sharply, biting back a yelp at the pain that shot through his arm Jou dropped the duffle bag in his other hand and tried to free himself. Unfortunately, his father had a vice grip so that Jou's hand was starting to tingle from lack of blood. "You're not going." He hissed at Jou.
Seto, now royally ticked off at the amount of time this was taking grabbed the old man's wrist and squeezed at a pressure point forcing the old man's hand to open. Jou stumbled out of reach and grabbed his bag again, ignoring the throbbing pain his left arm. Once in the hallway, Jou noticed Seto wasn't following yet. Looking back Jou noticed the two were having another staring contest. Then his father did something very, very stupid. With his free arm he took a swing at Seto and hit him squarely in the chest.
Jou's mind went numb with shock. "I can't believe he actually hit Kaiba!" Jou thought franticly. Seto seemed not at all bothered by this. In fact he had on his "I'm gonna kick your ass" smirk that he usually reserved for duels with Jou. Letting go of Jou's father's wrist he hit the old man in the chest three times before shoving him to the floor.
Straightening out his coat in a calm fashion, that gave Jou the impression this was a normal occurrence beating the crap out of people, Seto said "Jounichi will be back next Saturday at the earliest. Don't bother trying to visit or make contact or I will have you forcefully removed from my premises. While Jounichi's father had no intention of 'visiting' the threat was effective all the same. Stepping over the fallen form of Jou's father, Seto joined Jounichi in the hallway and shut the door behind himself. He then promptly made his way down the stairs and out the door with Jounichi following at a loss for words. Or following like a puppy in Seto's opinion.
Whew! That's all for chapter five. And now the fun begins. Mwa ha ha ha. Until next time. Later Dayz.