I finally got my kitty! Yay!

He's super adorable and his name is Spunky…

Anyway, glad everyone's enjoying the fic.

(Well, hopefully everyone…)

Magic Touch

It had already been about two hours or so. Joey was still sitting in Yami's room and Yami was still high. He had fallen asleep about a half an hour ago.

It was around 5am now; Joey was concerned that his father would be worrying about him. Personally, he really didn't care since the man didn't have much to do with him, anyway.

Nurse June creaked open the door, spotting Joey in the corner.

"Hey, there, honey." She began "You still here?"

Joey nodded.

"I don't wanna leave yet," He said. "I'm too worried."

June smiled, moving to sit down in the chair next to him.

"Don't you worry, dear. He'll be alright."

Joey tried to smile back, debating on whether or not to tell her about the other drug in his pocket. He figured it'd be best to leave that issues alone for now.

A little while after June had left, Yami twitched; opening his eyes and spotting Joey against the wall. He looked around the rest of the room, confused.

"Joey?" He whispered, slightly puzzled as the drug had taken most of his memory from that evening.

Joey stood, approaching his bedside.

"Hey," He whispered back. "How's it going?"

Yami sighed, bringing a hand up to his head and wiping away a stream of sweat.

"Okay, I guess…" He trailed. "What's going on?"

Joey fidgeted a bit; debating on how to not only tell Yami about the drug, but about the illness.

"You don't remember?" Joey asked stupidly.

He watched Yami think, slowly coming back to reality as the drug began to wear off.

"A little…how did you get here?"

"You told one of the nurses to call me."

"I did?"

"Yeah."

Yami made a face before turning towards the other wall and looking at the clock. It read 5:15.

"Holy, Lord…" Yami breathed. "It's after 5?! How long have I been here?"

Joey paused.

"Since about 2 this morning."

"Have you been here that long, too?"

Joey nodded.

"Yep."

Yami lifted up his left arm, examining the IV that had been placed in the crook of his elbow. He strangely admired the blood that could be seen under the tape.

Joey decided to try and cheer him up before breaking any news.

"So," He started. "What's it like to be high, since you're so used to it…"

Yami frowned.

"What are you talking about 'used to it'?"

Joey growled lightly in his throat in aggravation, slapping the back of his hand against the pocket of Yami's pants.

"I found the bag of…crack, I'm assuming…in your pocket. You said you smoked; you never told me you were a drug addict."

Yami scoffed.

"Why is that any of your business?"

Joey bit his bottom lip, trying to stop himself from breaking into an outburst.

"I'm sorry, but it is my business," He said sharply. "There's no need for this. There's no need for any of this. You need to get your life together, and you obviously can't do that by yourself."

Yami waited to speak; thoughts trailed through his mind.

Joey spoke again, noting Yami's silence.

"The doctors want you to try therapy again. It's the only thing that can help you right now, and you're going to have to accept it. I'm sorry, but I agree with them. You're staying with me until this mess gets straightened out."

Yami chuckled.

"Please," He laughed. "What am I, four? Who are you to tell me what to do? I'll tell you something; I've had it up to here with you trying to run my life, because that's exactly what it is: my life. So if you don't like it, tough."

Joey stood, grabbing his jacket off the chair and walking out, slamming the door behind him.

XXX

It had been about two weeks now; Yami, Joey assumed, had since been released from the hospital. Of course, Joey knew that he was refusing to commit to therapy. At this point, he felt like the only place for Yami to go was down. All the way down to rock bottom, and then work his way back up.

The blonde had spent the time driving around in his car for the past week, trying to spot the boy in his work. No signs of him were found at either of the clubs, which was relieving to Joey. He hadn't seen him roaming any streets, either.

Maybe he had gotten his life together. Maybe it was cruel of the blonde to have simply just walk out on him when he truly needed him. Or maybe…

…Maybe that was it.

Yami needed him.

Joey shrugged off his thoughts and continued driving his way down throughout the city; pulling up curbside next to the Spider Club where he was hoping to stop in for a quick drink.

He didn't exactly realize where he had stopped until he had gotten inside, and he would look ridiculous if he just walked right back out.

The blonde strode over to the bar-where the same bartender remained-and sat himself down on a stool.

The bartender turned to him.

"You!" He spat.

Joey jumped, taken aback.

"What?! What's wrong?!"

"You're not supposed to be here. Yami doesn't want you here."

Joey stumbled over his words.

"Please…I need to talk to him. Just let me talk to him!"

The man turned around and started walking towards the back. Joey shot off of his stool and scurried to follow him.

"Damn it, boy," The man yelled. "What do you want?!"

"I wanna talk to Yami! It's important!"

The man scuffed, spitting onto the ground and sitting down on an empty chair.

"Yami doesn't need another scumbag like you."

Joey stuttered, startled.

"What? What are you talking about?" Why can't you just tell me what happened to him so I can try to help him?"

"Because guys like you don't want to help him," The bartender started.

"Guys like me? What's that supposed to mean?"

The man motioned with his hand for Joey to follow him; the blonde did as he was told and headed out towards the back door.

"Alright," The man said "You wanna know what's going on?"

"Yes!" Joey cried. "Just tell me!"

"About a year ago, Yami had been in a relationship with this really nice guy. He would talk so highly of him it was like they were going to get married or something…"

Joey nodded, waiting for him to continue.

"Well…Yami used to be a very respectful guy, especially to himself. He did start having sex with this boy, and it made him feel incredibly beautiful and good about himself, right?"

Joey shifted his feet, nodding.

"Turns out this bastard was setting him up. He and a couple of his friends invited him over to one of their houses one night. His boyfriend put ecstasy in his drink."

Joey's stomach churned.

"They raped him, didn't they?"

The man nodded.

"Oh, my God…" Joey breathed. "So…is that why he does this stuff? 'Cause it makes him feel better?"

"That and it's the only way for him to make money."

Joey paused, taking in the information before speaking again.

"I promise, I'm not here to hurt him. I would never do that, because…"

The man frowned. "Because why?"

Joey swallowed.

"Because…I think I love him…"

DUN!

Yay! Joey-bear's in love! Wahoo!

Chicken cheese steaks for everyone!

R&R!

GK09