Note: Kinda short chapter, because I have typing-up to do.

Poor Twisted Me

Chapter 2

'And I heard you say,

Sometimes you fall,

Into the arms of

No-one at all…'

-Vice, Razorlight.

I spent most of this morning nursing my bruises and trying to cook lunch with one hand, which is a lot harder than it sounds. That fucker broke two of my fingers – I'd kill him in his sleep if he wasn't related to Mokuba. Who, incidentally, turned up at our nasty little apartment about half an hour ago looking shaken up but basically ok. He took my light off into the living room and they've been in there talking ever since, probably making plans to move Ryou in. Fine by me – I can take care of the rent for this dive on my own as long as Ryou doesn't mind me stealing again. What he doesn't know won't hurt him, and he doesn't have much of a choice anyway, nobody in their right mind would employ me.

Apparently I look like trouble.

I managed to make pasta with one hand, but now I have to carry it into the other room whilst looking like there's nothing wrong with me. I guess I'm lucky his handprint around my throat didn't bruise or I'd be wearing a turtleneck today. I can't let my light see what a number his boyfriend's brother did on me or he'll go into angst mode and start blaming himself. Or even worse, he might go into protective mode and try to tell Kaiba off, which probably wouldn't end well.

I grit my teeth and just carry the tray in both hands, pulling my sleeves down so hikari won't notice that two of my fingers are bruised purple and won't bend. I heal faster than regular people, thankfully, so I should be back to normal in a few days and I won't have to worry about it any more.

When I get into the living room they're acting suspiciously anyway, so my fingers don't really matter. Ryou takes the tray from me and steers me to sit down in a chair across the coffee table from the couch, where the two of them are sat together. I don't know what's going on, but they look nervous. I cross my arms so neither of them can see my injured hand and glare at them.

"Alright, what's going on?" I demand, and I can already tell it's going to be something I'm not going to like. If Mokuba got kicked out and wants to live here instead of taking Ryou to live with him he can pay a share of the damned rent.

"I talked with Seto last night…" Mokuba begins, doing his prepare for the worst grin. "He, well, he…uh…" He trails off and my light takes over to spare his boyfriend the scary look I'm giving him.

"He says I can go live with Mokuba." Ryou smiles. Ok, I'm not seeing a problem so far…

"But?" I growl, because this is Seto Kaiba and there has to be a catch.

"But you have to come too." Mokuba cuts in again, grinning nervously.

"Fuck no." I say, without even having to think about it. I don't want to think about it, about why Kaiba would want me there too. The words stress relief and punching bag go through my head and I'm already standing up to leave, but then I see the look on my light's face and pause. This is stupid, because the moment he sees me hesitate he knows he has a chance and I'm already pretty much fucked.

"Please, 'Kura?" He begs, doing those pathetic eyes that he knows make me feel guilty. He has no shame. "It won't be so bad, Kaiba was civil enough when you went to talk to him, he'll probably be really nice once he gets used to us."

Yeah, I told him Kaiba was civil. I left out the part where he wrapped his hand around my neck and squeezed.

"No way. Why the fuck does he want me there anyway?" I scowl at Mokuba, who's holding Ryou's hand for moral support. At least they're not so terrified of me they had to get someone else to come tell me. I don't want Ryou to be afraid of me anymore – I have to live in this damned time and he's all I have here.

"I'm not sure, he just said you should come too, and keep an eye on us. I think he's afraid we'll start having wild jungle sex all over the house." Mokuba grins lecherously, and there's an image I really needed seared into my brain. Ryou is blushing, it's so easy to make him blush.

"What makes you think I'd care enough to stop you?" I mutter, taking my bowl of pasta with my good hand, setting it on my lap and glaring down at it as though pasta is the cause of all my problems.

"I guess he thinks you're responsible."

Mokuba can be a manipulative little bitch when he wants to. I wouldn't agree with that because I've been known to have psychotic episodes when I'm not happy, and I know damned well that's not why Kaiba wants me there. Ryou is still looking at me with those pleading eyes, and I really, really don't want to be Seto Kaiba's live-in stress relief , but I can't refuse because I owe him. I fucking hate this.

"Fine," I snarl after a full minute of being stared at hopefully by the both of them. "But if I don't like it I'm torching the place."

TBC