Ok heres chapter two I am so excited i got my first reviews ever on this site I love you all. Please enjoy...oh and i don't own yugioh yadda yada yadda
When he returned home his father was sitting in the ratty smelly old La-Z boy. Everything in the house smelled decrepit like old beer and piss. Needless to say Jonouchi hated it there. His father wobbled up out of the chair.
"Late again you little whore." Jonouchi stopped walking and turned.
"I was at work." He stumbled forward as he was met with a sharp blow to the back of the head. By the sound of what hit the floor his father had just thrown the remote at him. Jonouchi was seriously not in the mood for this tonight. His job was exhausting and he really wanted nothing more than to go to sleep. He tried to run into his room, lock the door, hide under his bed until the booze had sunk in and his father gave up and went to sleep. But he was too late his father grabbed his arm and twisted it back throwing Jonouchi against the wall. He leaped over a chair and began punching Jonouchi into the floor.
The blond bit back a yelp and told himself not to cry. If he cried his father would just call him a "fag" and hit him harder. Jonouchi's lip was bleeding and he could feel a black eye starting to swell up. His nose was bleeding and he knew his ribs would be bruised for the next day or two. Nothing he couldn't cover up with a little makeup for work. Half an hour later his father picked up his beer bottle and went grumbling back to his ratty chair and fell into a boozy doze.
Jonouchi tenderly crept into his room and closed the door turning on the light and pulling out his much used first aid kit. He bandaged a cut on his cheek and put cream on all of his bruises and pulled an ice pack out of his old dilapidated mini-fridge. And finally, after sneaking under his covers, he sunk into an uneasy sleep.
His alarm clock went off at exactly five thirty the next morning. Jonouchi had gotten a full hearty three hours of sleep. He dragged himself out of bed and slunk into the bathroom to take a shower and apply his carefully practiced makeup to hide his fresh bruises. His father's hangovers were massive so he never worried in the mornings. He grabbed his grubby knapsack and hurried out the door. He didn't go to school with Yugi anymore. Yugi had a girlfriend and was blissfully happy to spend every waking moment with her. He slunk into his classroom after arriving and took his seat in the art room. He pulled his sketchbook out of his bag and started sketching the pre-set still life that was present on the table in front. He had a dull aching in his arm from the previous night's abuse, which was making it rather hard to concentrate on what he was doing. It didn't help when his desk mate, who unfortunately was Seto Kaiba, sat down next to him purposefully knocking into his hand and not only completely messing him up but also hitting a tender spot that sent a shiver of pain through his tender body. He turned to glare at the brunette.
"What the fuck ass hole."
If looks could kill Jonouchi would have completely skewered Seto Kaiba with the look he was giving him. Seto merely smirked and pulled out his own notebook.
"What are you saying to me? I didn't do anything." Jonouchi hissed and erased the screw up, attempting to fix the line as best as he could. Somehow Seto had managed to make it so that Jonouchi couldn't erase the worst of the line without completely messing up the small piece that he had spent the best of five minutes trying to perfect. Hr grumbled and ignored Seto who continued to smirk at him.
"How did you get that bruise?" His voice was mocking and harsh. Jonouchi winced and turned to look at the brunette wanting nothing more than to impale him with the ebony pencil that he held in his shaking had.
"Which one?" he found himself muttering. Seto Kaiba was the one thing that made his life suck for him during the day. The time he had to escape from the hell that was the rest of his life. Jonouchi felt a finger poke a painful place on the back of his neck that was apparently a bruise that he had missed. Pain prickled through him again. Seto Kaiba had been forced to sit next to him because they were the only two people in the class with last named beginning with J and K. And Jonouchi knew that Kaiba wanted nothing ore than to make his life a living hell.
The teacher came in and seeing that his class was assembled began to call the roster.
"Ok everyone," he smiled. "I have to leave in twenty minutes and I have a substitute coming in. You all know what to do. I have a still life set up and at 9:30 please switch to figure drawings." The whole class nodded and got to work. Twenty minutes later the teacher grinned and waved goodbye and walked put the door just as another figure walked in. Jonouchi's Jaw dropped. The person walking through the door was none other that Kei Sayamo.
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