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"You-" Seto stopped in mid-sentence. The current position they were in, was pretty… awkward. And Seto was fully aware of the fact that if someone caught them like this, he would be ruined forever. He was sure, the press would come inless thana wink then.

He jumped off the blond. "Don't you dare touch me again, MUTT!" he finished and he walked away, his trench-coat flooding on the wind behind him. Behind him, a furious Jou was glaring daggers at him.

JOUNOUCHI'S POV:

You might have noticed it already, but me and Kaiba don't get along very well.

Okay, we hate each other like hell. I might as well make it official then right now: He's gonna pay for what he did. I couldn't care less that I have to go to those stupid dance lessons, but now I've lost my job too, thanks to him.

Moneybags, you're dead!

NORMAL POV:

"Katsuya, get your ass down here right now!"

Jou winced. 'Oh please, not now!' he thought.

His father was pretty pissed off today, because there was no beer left anymore. That normally wouldn't have been such a big problem; Jou could always buy some at a shop nearbywhen his father had drunk all the liquid again. But without his job now, Jou didn't have any money.

"Jou," his father threatened, his voice low and cold. "Get down here now, or you'll be sorry for the rest of your life…"

Jou swallowed hard. "I- I'm coming," he almost whispered. Slowly he walked down the stairs, his heart racing in his body. As soon as he got downstairs, his father pushed him into a wall.

"Where is all my beer and what happened with the TV," his father hissed.

Jou widened his eyes with fear. 'Oh no! The TV too? I'm so dead…'

"I uhm… I," Jou didn't know what to say.

"Well…!" his father pushed. He was getting impatient.

There was no excuse that popped up inside Jou's mind, not even a bad one. He looked at his father and swallowed hard; he had to tell the truth.

"Dad… I lost my job."

It took his father a while to process his words, because after all these years the alcohol had damaged his brains, but when the words finally came through him, his eyes started to glower.

He increased his grip on his son. "You lost your job…?"

Jou whimpered. It felt like his father was breaking his bones right now.

"Please dad, stop!" he begged. Tears started to burn in his eyes, but he forced himself to not let one fall. Jou was no weakling. "Stop, please!"

His father came over to him, a shadow falling over Jou. He screamed when his father kicked his sides and his tears finally didfall.

But his father didn't care at all. "You useless piece of junk. What kind of son are you! You're just like your mother: no good trash!"

Jou clenched his fists after hearing that last sentence. He did NOT look like his mother. Not at all! But he couldn't say any thing about it, or his father would kill him.

Something the manwas already doing.

His father grabbed him by his shirt, lifting him off the floor. "If you don't get a new job soon, you'll be dead," he threatened. His fist met Jou's stomach. He let his son drop to the floor and walked away.

Jou clutched his stomach in pain and sobbed silently. His father was right: he was pathetic.

Normally his father didn't go this far. He'd usually smack Jou in his face, throw him to the ground, tell him he was worthless and walk away for beer or TV, leaving him alone to think things over and eventually believe most of his father's words.

JOUNOUCHI'S POV

No, he can't be right! I do not look like mom. How can I look like that woman, when I hate her so much? She took my sister away from me years ago. I can't look like her.

But then… she let my father down, just like I did today…

No, I can't think that way, it's not true!

… Maybe I should get up and look for a mirror. I gotta check the damage and see if I can hide the bruises.

NORMAL POV:

"Oh damn!" Jou cursed.

The damage his father had made was pretty bad. His whole body was covered under the bruises. He was lucky, his face was still alright.

"How the hell am I supposed to go to PE?" Jou said to himself.

He couldn't go like this, that was for sure. Telling the teacher he had a headache was never going to work, because there was no teacher on earth who had ever believed Jou before. But that didn't matter to him, he didn't trust all those teachers either, which meant the feelings were mutual.

Jou sighed. This was not good at all. What other options did he still have? He thought for a moment and then found his answer: none.

'Well,' Jou thought to himself, 'I guess I have to skip a few hours again.'

STAY TUNED...

To RaeLuvs: To bad, you'll never know what Seto wanted to say, mwuahaha. Oh, I'm being mean.

To Felidae: Should I stick to the Japanese names in the next chapters then?

To Flame Swordswoman: No no, it's not going to happen… YET!

To Sarah1281: Well, here you are, the next chappy!

To XyBulmaXy: Yay, more happy readers!

To Kumori Sakusha: I'll do my best to update soon again.