Even after all this time I still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh

Chan: yes, I know it has been a while. This chapter was set to be put up a few weeks ago but personal issues came up.

Yami: she's trying to get back on track now, unfortunately for me.

Chan: oh shush Yami.

Chapter 16

The Accident

Normal P.O.V.

Seto was stalking down the sidewalk in a foul mood. First he had gone to visit Yugi, just to be nice, only to be told he couldn't go in as the boy was sleeping and shouldn't be disturbed. He had then phoned the limo to come back and pick him up again and after several attempts at getting through to the driver he found out it had broken down and it would be awhile until it was fixed. This left him with two options; either sit around for a few hours, sipping on over stewed coffee out of a plastic cup, or walk home. He had chosen the latter but was now starting to think this was a mistake.

No sooner had he left the hospital than the heavens opened and it began to rain. It was only a light shower at first. It was almost refreshing. But before long the thunder rumbled and the rain grew heavier. Cars kept driving through puddles and splattering the young CEO in dirty water, something he was convinced half of them were doing on purpose. After a sixth car did so Seto decided he'd had enough.

He looked up and down the road. The traffic wasn't so bad; just a few cars and a blonde boy about Seto's age turning into the road on a red pedal bike. There was a taxi just in front of the boy. Swallowing a considerable amount of his pride Seto and stepped to the curb. The taxi car was nearly ,level with him and so he stuck two fingers in his mouth and whistled. The car slowed as it passed him, pulling to one side, but Seto's attention was suddenly drawn to the boy on the bike. The boy's head had whipped round at the sound of the whistle and was now staring straight at the other. Seto's eyes widened as he recognized the boy beneath the helmet. Joey.

BANG!

Joey's bike had collided with the back of the now stationary taxi. The bike wheel caught and he went flying forwards over the handlebars. His body smacked into the glass of the back windscreen with such a force that it cracked. He then rolled back onto the road, still.

Swearing loudly, Seto hurried to kneel beside the boy, terrified he'd been killed. It was a miracle the glass had just cracked, not shattered. It was lucky the boy had remembered to wear a helmet. He laid so still though. The driver of the taxi had leapt out now but Seto held one hand out, indicating for him not to lift Joey. The teenager's heart was in his mouth but then he heard his school classmate groan, struggling to sit up.

"Joey! Are you OK?!" so shook up was Seto that he barely even noticed he hadn't called him 'mutt'.

"I'm...alright, I guess..." the shorter of the two finally succeeded in sitting up. He hissed in pain and held his left arm to his chest. "what's your big...idea,money bags?"

"MY big idea?! It was you who rode into the back of a parked car."

"Yeah...but you totally spooked me with that whistle..." even in the obvious pain from his head and arm, Joey managed a faint blush. "I thought it was aimed at me...you know, like a wolf whistle." Seto felt the color rising in his own cheeks now.

"No! No definitely not." Seto didn't realize how sharp it had sounded until Joey blinked at him and looked away.

"oh OK then." for a second Joey just sat there, holding his arm to his chest. "my arm really hurts." he said eventually. "my head to." glad of avoiding an awkward silence Seto hooked an arm under Joey and helped him stand.

"I'll take you to the hospital, just to make sure. There's already a taxi here." the driver of said taxi was still hovering around and frowned as the two boys sat in the back of his care. Obviously he didn't like the idea of helping someone who just cracked his back windscreen.

This was proved when he dropped them off at the hospital and screeched off just as soon as the door was shut.

"Charming." muttered Joey, letting seto help him inside the building.

A few hours later and Joey and Seto were both in the back of the, now repaired, lim. Joey's arm was in a cast and sling having been broken and a bandage was round his bruised head.

"where to again?" Seto asked. Joey mumbled the address looking apprehensive and jumpy. When they got there Joey got out of the car and made rather a big deal of sorting out his things and then waving. He then just stood there looking back at the limo which at the point started to drive off. Seto twisted in his seat to watch as the blonde boy hurried into the apartment building. It was a real run down dump. Seto was rather glad to be going back to his mansion.

The next day, Joey wasn't at school. His friends were concerned, obviously, but Seto was secretly the most worried. Seto had suffered his own fair share of broken bones in his time (courtesy of his step father) and knew how much they often hurt the day after. Was the pain so bad Joey couldn't make it in? Had he had a restless night sleep,trying to get comfy without leaning on his cast? If so then maybe he'd decided to sleep during the day instead. Seto had no idea why he was so worried but the possibilities kept on turning in his head.

When the bell rang at the end of the day, he had made his decision. Instead of getting driven straight home like usual he got the limo driver to go over to the address Joey had given him yesterday. When he arrived and got out of the car he paused for a moment. It suddenly occurred to him that he had no idea exactly which apartment Joey lived in. looking around he spotted an elderly lady struggling with armfuls of shopping bags. Deciding this was probably his opportunity to find out what he needed to know he hurried over and offered to help. She gave him a wary look but must have decided his pristine school uniform was a good sign and handed him half of the bags.

Seto listened to the old lady grumble about how rough the whole area had gotten and complain about the lack of a lift as she led the way up several flights of stairs. Eventually, while she was unlocking her front door, Seto managed to ask what he had been longing for.

"do you know where Joey Wheeler lives?" he tried. "Blonde boy, my age, has the same uniform as me?" the lady smiled and nodded.

"of course I do. He lives right next door." and she gestured to the door to her left.

"Thank you." said Seto. And after placing down the bags on a table he hurried to the door he had been shown and knocked. At first there was no reply but when he knocked again there was a loud, incoherent shout from behind the door. Someone else yelled something back and then after a bit more noise the door opened. There stood Joey who blinked, stunned, back at Seto.

"What are you doing here?" he sounded more shocked than angry.

"Why weren't you at school today?" said Seto in answer to this. With a sigh, Joey was the first to give a real answer.

"I had a headache if you must know, and my arm was still hurting."

"I came to see if you were OK, and a headache? That's all?" for the first time Seto noticed a few fresh bruises on Joey's head where he had hit the windscreen. Maybe his head was hurting more after all. Before either boy could speak again however another male figure appeared beside Joey. He had the same eye and hair color as Joey but that was just about where the similarities between Joey and his father ran out.

The older man could barely hold himself upright due to the mass amounts of alcohol he had obviously consumed (this was evident because of the bottle still clutched in his hands). His stank of cigarette smoke and he was glaring fiercely at his son. He barley gave Seto a single glance before he turned back to his son.

"Joey! I thought I told you never to fucking give out this address to your friends!"

End Chapter

Chan: lol yes this may seem like it is side tracking a little bit, but bear with me.

Yami: she would like me to say that she knows what she is doing but I don't think she does.

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