Timeless Serenity

By: Saikyou Kirei262

Category: Angst/Romance

Rating: PG-13!

Summary: Ok, so now Joey and Kaiba are not on good terms! O.o Seto and Joey just don't seem to be having that ever lasting and sweet rising relationship we always expect...but that's cause I'm mean.

Meh: o.o Yeah sorry for that long long long vacation I happeningly took. ;; Now!! Review time!

BloodlssSKys: Updating now! I'm going to try and get this story done quicker because I had a wonderful idea for a se-shuts up and runs off

Y2J Chris Jericho: Yes, it took be four months! And yes, poor Seto. Glad you dun hate me. ;; Anyway! Here is more story for joo!!!!

Yukiko-Angel: About 5,000 Yen. o.o; Just kidding, anyway! Here's more story for you! And everyone else. ;;;

Flame Swordswoman: Updating! XP I am so glad you really enjoy my fic, that makes me happy and want to write more. As a dedicated fan...or something, I give you a cookie. gives cookie

Disclaimer: I do not own Seto, Joey, or any of the character's in this story except Chira.

Kiki: Duke...do your thing!

Duke: Will do!! Anyway! On with the -drum roll- STORY!

....I love my job..

/ Chapter 7:

Dear My Blue Eyes /


"Touch my heart,

tear it apart,

I wrote my blue eyes,

for I can't tell you anymore lies.

Your faint smile and gentle caress,

each time you hug me; I just want to confess.

Dear My Blue Eyes, need I continue with my days of no rest?

For you, I have discovered are the one person that will always suit me best.

Dear My Blue Eyes, I love you."

Joey sighed heavily, murmuring the poem he wrote during class over and over again under his breath. The more he read the words, the more he wanted to crumple it up. His confession could make Seto eternally hate him, disapprove of him, but Joey could not bare the cold glares Seto sent him. His wrist still hurt from gym class when Seto had roughly smacked the ball at his hand while they played volleyball. With such mental pain, he did not even consider to see the purple and blue bruise that was slowly forming.

"Joey!" Immediately Joey went wide eyed, his heart pounding faster than possible. Turning around he feigned a smile to his friend, Trsitan, but his friend seemed worried. Joey bit down on his tongue and quickly side stepped, parrying his friend's attempt to pull him into a hug.

"Please, Tristan, no, I'm not...in the mood." Quietly Joey looked down, his left hand masassaging the purple and blue bruise on his right wrist. Tristan frowned slightly and lightly reached out, brushing back the honey gold locks of hair. Silently Joey flinched and pulled back at the touch, his heart beating with anger and resentment. Why did Tristan have to do that? Why...

"Why..." Quietly Joey sunk to his knees, his hands clamping the sides of his head now as he tried his best to think of a way to get Seto and Tristan off his mind. Worried, Tristan knelt down beside his friend, gently pulling him into a hug. The loud bell signaling school was now over sent a sudden shiver down Joey's back, his father...what was he going to do? Quickly Joey pressed his hand to Tristan's chest and abruptly pushed him away, snarling angrily.

"I don't need ya comfort," Joey hastily got to his feet and turned around quickly, still in his hand though the folded piece of paper he had pondered on giving to Seto. Tristan stood up and walked after Joey, but knowing his friend had decided to follow, Joey immediately dashed off the school grounds, running down the many streets of the city, not bothering to look at where he was going.

Seto...

"I can't believe it...after all this...after all this time..." Joey slowed down, the clouds above cracking quietly in anguish as the dark omonious sky loomed over above. A crack broke the silence, but Joey continued to walk, his mind and body wavering unsteadily.

Seto...please...

"I don't get it...why do I have to..." Joey bit down on his bottom lip and slightly tilted his head back as a few droplets kissed his pale skin gently. It was going to rain...just great. Joey shook his head and looked back down, shoving the poem into his pocket.

Seto...please...listen to me...

"Why did I have to fall in love with Seto? Why him...of all people? Why him?! Why not Mai!? Or Anzu?! Why him...?" Pressing his back against a concrete wall, Joey sniffed quietly and lazily sat down at the bottom, one leg pulled close to his chest while the other he stretched out before him. Resting his chin on his knee, Joey shook his head slightly, just slightly before pressing his forehead to his knee. The rain bet down in quick sheets, dousing the boy in an instant as he sat in his silence.

"My Blue Eyes..." Joey rasped quietly as he slowly forced himself to his feet, his head still down. Quietly he turned, walking slowly in the direction of his house, somberly he pulled the poem from his pocket, opening it up and reading it quietly, despite the fact the rain was blurring his vision.

( To lazy...to detail...Joey's walk him... FORGIVE ME! )

Silently Joey grabbed the door knob, his heart pounding inside his chest as he quietly turned the door knob. Nothing...Praising the Gods quietly, Joey slipped in between the door and the frame, managing to do this task with no sound at all except for the noise the rain provided. Joey winced slightly as he got a good glimpse around the house; it was a mess. Clothes, empty bottles, food, and papers littered the living room, but Joey shook his head of the image, stepping forward slightly and turning to face the staircase. Even the staircase had it's share of being dirty...Groaning quietly, Joey walked carefully up the steps, making sure not to step on anything.

"Where...is...he?" Silently Joey questioned, the absence of his father all but relieving. His muscles promptly tensed as the sound of glass shattering broke the horrorific silence. Hastily Joey ran up the second flight of stairs, turning abruptly only to run dead smack into a tall man. Cowering quietly as he fell down and hit the floor hard, Joey immediately tried to press his small form into the corner, hoping his father would not pay him much mind...he was so wrong.

"Joey...Joey...Joey...Jounouchi Katsuya..." His father smiled mysteriously as he knelt down before Joey. The similiar brown eyes looked back at him and from the faint traces of liqiour on his father's breath, Joey knew all to well what was going to happen next...or so he assumed. Immediately Joey flinched as his father's hand caressed his cheek gently.

"My beautiful...Jounouchi Katsuya...where have you been?" Joey whimpered quietly at the now podent aroma of liqiour and rather abruptly pulled back once again. Upon his reaction, a harsh sting pulsed on his cheek as the loud sound of his father's palm striking his cheek rang vividly in his ears. Wide eyed, Joey did not move, not speak up to answer his father's question.

"You've been gone for a whole week! No cleaning, no dinner, no nothing! Your in for one hell of a punishment, Jounouch!" Promptly his father grabbed Joey's wrists firmly in his right hand easily. With just minor traces of faint struggling, Joey soon gave up and allowed his father to drag him down the flight of stairs to the second floor. He was to tired to fight back...to weary to struggle much more...and to mentally hurt to react. With his eyes glazed over his faint tears, he knew all to well that this beating, or so he assumed, would be one he'd always remember...

Intending to be brought downstairs, Joey was horrorified immediately as father dragged him into his room. The door slammed shut behind them and immediately Joey felt another fresh pulse of pain course through his body. A headache now pulsed inside his skull, but the pain seemed much worse than the headache.Yelping, Joey promtply found a newfound source of energy to use, struggling his best as he was casually tossed on the bed then pounced on. His father's weight and strength was far to great though for him to even struggle against...but Joey couldn't help but continue effortlessly.

"Blue Eyes..." Quietly Joey whispered the poem, flinching as his father placed a kiss at the hollow of his throat, nipping harshly.

I am so sorry...My Blue Eyes.

( When it comes to stuff like this...o.o I actually skip it because it's ½ the time OOC and...I like to try to stay IC..besides...this is PG-13! / Anyway! Over to...Serto! )

Seto growled, his anger had easily become tameable but it was now the fact that he had been acting like such a bastard towards Joey that was getting him. Even though he held resentment for Joey...he couldn't truely hate him. If anyone, his heart beat with the anger for none other than Tristan. Joey was as good as his anyway, he did house him and take care of him, he deserved the mutt more than that pointy brown haired weakling. Shaking his head slightly, Seto leaned back in his set, his pencil resting between his nose and upper lip.

Concentration was not going to be easy for him to maintain. All he could think of was Joey, the beautiful and ecstatic boy who smiled widely all the time. Why was he always so happy? His father abused him, tortured his very body with ruthless sessions of beatings...yet he still maintained the ability to come to school and smile. Seto chuckled quietly, grabbing the pencil and placing it down on the desk. Shrugging off his blue got, he quickly stood up, not entirely sure what he was intending on doing. For some reason...Seto just didn't feel right with sitting down.

"Chira," Seto immediately stopped the blonde as she walked down the hall. Turning her face upwards to Seto, she beamed widely, her sapphire irises sparkling just slightly. "Has...Joey come back?" Immediately the girl's mood seemed to dampen, the shimmer in her eyes dying out as she looked down.

"I have not seen him at all today...I am worried. I mean, sorry Seto! I must go!" Quickly the blonde shrugged Seto's hand off her shoulder at which he had placed to hold her still but it apparentally was not enough. Frowning, Seto vaguely remembered the sour words he had said to Joey earlier.

"Don't come near me outside of school, ever."

Seto sighed heavily and looked up at the ceiling. Why did he chose to speak his mind? If only he had held his tongue, maybe then Joey would be here right now...Seto winced, now he was missing the pups presence. Shaking his head slightly, Seto quietly walked down the hall, grabbing his jacket from the closet at the end and proceeding towards the main doors of the elaborate and large mansion.

"Mokuba! I'm going out for a brief walk, I will be back." Seto promptly called over his shoulder as he heard the footsteps running down the hall towards him. Mokuba slowed down and whined quietly before looking down at the ground.

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon." Seto gave his rare smile, immediately making the raven haired boy smile widely as he raised his head. Mokuba placed his index finger to his chin before looking around.

"Hey Seto, since your going out, could you go get me some ice cream?" Mokuba smiled innocently as he looked up at his brother, his eyes shimmering with hope and glee. Seto laughed quietly and mused with the raven haired locks, nodding briefly.

"Of course, now let me go or you'll have to wait even longer for that ice cream." Mokuba promptly pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. Seto chuckled and just shook his head, opening the door and stepping outside. The fresh and crisp aroma of newly fallen rain was always something he enjoyed, but as the omonious clouds loomed over ahead, Seto knew better than to stray from his task...whatever it was.


Kiki: Ok! There ya go! New chapter up! But I'm sorry it's not long...TT It's really short compared to the others...Anyway! I hope you enjoyed...Review please! I'll give you a cookie.

Joey: No body wants your stinkin' horrible and foul cookies.

Kiki: UH-HUH!!! Of course they do..Your just jealous!

Joey: I can cook and not blow up the kitchen...

Kiki: Ok...that is just mean. IT WASN'T MY FAULT! I swear!

Next Chapter: No summary for the next chapter cause I'm mean and lazy....o.o