Origin of Symmetry: Chapter Two; Citizen Erased
A Yu-Gi-Oh! Fanfiction
By Exploding Your Universe
AN: A very old fanfiction continued and revised, first dropped from lost of interest, second computer problems, and then out of disgust of it's grammar problems. To also note, this isn't fluffy. At all. It's mature for fucked-up reasons. Based and titled on Muse's album. And until a bit later, the chapters will be short.
Break me in, teach us to cheat
And to lie and cover up
What shouldn't be shared
And the truth's unwinding
Scraping away at my mind
Stop asking me to describe
Kaiba watched the medical doctor from the window seat, pinching the bridge of his nose while the other arm crossed over his chest, coming over with fatique. He disguised it as irritation for he was annoyed of Nakadai's inquories when he had absolutely no idea what the fitfully sleeping blonde's medical history was. Kaiba had given out a few of his own questions, mainly concerning around the blonde's sudden collapse. The fever? Was he drunk? Taking drugs? Kaiba doubted the latter two completely; Jounouchi was always a strong-holding participant against controlling substances.
"He's completely exhausted, that's all." Nakadai hesitated a moment. "But...I will need to do a more thorough examination, for more scars below the waist, Kaiba-san." Asking her why, the doctor turned back to the feverish blonde and leaned over the leathe body, to the side that Kaiba could see clearly. Kaiba noted unconsciously that he could see a few ribs sticking out as the gloved fingers ran down the pale side, pointing out a particular long and slightly jagged raw skin mark.
"That's a recent one which will unfortunately scar as well, and..." she pulled the loose draw string pants down Jounouchi's hip. Even the hip bone stuck out more than it should have, but that lost Kaiba's interest for the moment as he couldn't help but stare at the continuation of the new forming scar. Even with the pants pulled low on his hip, it still went on pass the pants, but appeared to curve to his underside. What in the world would do that? Kaiba had to quickly erased the thought; using would would imply that he was concerned. So, what could have done that?
"Well. As you can see it continues,"
"Obviously," Kaiba sneered, once more pinching the bridge of his nose. He shuddered lightly; Nakadai had counted for seven minutes the scars on his torso, front and back and came up with the unhealthy number of sixty-seven. Worried, she started counting the bruises and minor cuts and came to twenty-five. Even though he'd been in league with Hirutani during middle school, Jounouchi long since hung up his gang days. Kaiba called a few contacts and found that the mutt hadn't been in any street fights, regardless of his earlier ideas of gangs and muggers. That made Kaiba highly doubt the fact that those bruises and cuts, and very many of those scars (since he'd been fist fighting with Jounouchi occasionally, the blonde was a slick target; sometimes it was hard to land a hit) were from the good old days.
"Do what you need, Nakadai," Kaiba said, standing and drawing the window's curtains behind him. "I, on the otherhand, need to start shutting down. I'm sure you know the way out, and..." he paused, stopping at the door to face the young woman, waiting for Nakadai's attention.
"Call me if there are any truly concerning matters dealing with the mu-Jounouchi." Kaiba turned away immediately to open the door and slam it on his way out, not bothering for the medical woman's reponse; she would have done it even if he hadn't mentioned it.
Outside in the long corridor, right outside the guest bedroom door, Kaiba furrowed his brows and glared at the wood panel floors. Whatever he was feeling and whatever had made him call the mutt by his name, he blamed it on fatique. It was understandable; the inadiquate sleep he'd been recieveing all week, even his little brother had warned him lightly on the subject.
Even so, he couldn't help the sudden throb in his chest when he thought something might be seriously wrong with his pet. Kaiba's long fingered hand overlapped his chest, where his heart was, before realizing what he was thinking was absolutely foolish and moronic, and really un-Kaiba like. He narrowed his blue eyes further, when he noticed he had let his mask slip for that moment when he was genuinely worried for Jounouchi. The brunette scoffed and walked swiftly and straight back to his room to catch on the few hours of sleep he would manage to catch before work.
But not even sleep spared him from Jounouchi's roughed-up image.
The blonde stood shirtless underneath a spotlight. One by one the wounds appeared on his flesh, but didn't close up. Jounouchi was bleeding heavily, and it was only until the last wound showed that the first began scarring. With over fifty injuries that were slowly turning to scars, the delinquent was bleeding out faster than he could heal. Kaiba couldn't do a thing but watch; the body whose eyes he viewed the mutt from wouldn't lift a finger to help him. He began stumbling, worn blue jeans soaking the blood, it reached his thighs.
Jounouchi outstretched an arm towards him as Kaiba began to turn away to leave, his name on wordless lips.
Blue eyes snapped open and Kaiba turned over look behind his shoulder, giving a very large gasp.
For one moment
I wish you'd hold your stage
With no feelings at all
Open minded
I'm sure I used to be so free