Joey was dragged through the maze of a house to a second floor. Mokuba pushed open a large oak door, pushing Joey inside. It was a bedroom decorated in simple cream and gold colours. A wooden floor stretched from one end and ended at an archway, where marble flooring began to a bathroom. Real private. Joey thought to himself, noticing the bathroom centrepiece was a large circle bathtub surrounded in gold lighting. Mokuba watched the boys face.
'There are curtains behind the archway.' He smiled and watch a flood of relief shower over the blond's face. 'I'll leave you to get ready. Seto had some Pyjamas put in here somewhere…' he looked around. 'I guess they'll either be on the towel warmer or in a drawer…somewhere.' He looked around again before smiling widely. 'I'm next door if you need me or when you're done. See ya!' he ran off, slamming the oak door behind him. Joey dumped his backpack at the end of the bed, pulling out his pills. He slipped a paxil in his mouth, followed by an ibuprofen. Mokuba had really strained him with all the running. He decided to get a shower, and the bath could be tried out another day. He stripped off his clothes and stepped under the hot water. He instantly felt better. Even though it was just a shower, it felt so much better than at home. The water felt strangely cleaner, it was comfortably warmer and it didn't stick to his skin. After 3 days without the luxury of showering, it truly was amazing. He ran his hands through his hair, feeling the wetness underneath his fingers. He smiled to himself. Maybe coming here wasn't sure a bad idea? He picked up a large soap stick, and watched as it lathered in his hands. He slowly rubbed the suds over his skin, sighing happily at the wonderful clean feeling. He cleaned his broken wounds, careful not to reopen anything. Delighted, he stood under the shower for 20 minuets, just letting the water run over him. He was in no hurry, he wasn't hiding. He didn't have anything to fear. Maybe he really had died? He rubbed his hands softly over his skin as he turned the shower off, brushing loose droplets from himself. Stepping out and grabbing a towel he began to dry his hair. He squeezed the moisture from his now clean locks, before tying the towel around his waist. He then went in search of the pyjamas. Just as he stepped out of the bathroom, the door was flung open, and Kaiba walked in. As the brunet suddenly noticed the blond's clothing, or rather lack of, he backed off a little.
'What the fuck?' He gasped out. Joey turned around, startled.
'Woah, don't you knock!'
'It's my house! And I did! There was no answer!'
'So you'd have walked in while I showered!'
'I assumed you'd have the curtain shut!'
'Why would I? Who would walk in!'
'Me, apparently! Don't mutts do things privately?'
'Apparently not. What do you want Kaiba?' The brunet looked down, forcing something into Joey's hands.
'The stupid maid's put these in the wrong room. They're pyjamas, stop looking so dumbfounded.' He stared at the blond before turning on his feet and storming off, his face burning red with heat.
Joey looked down at the clothes in his hands. He unfolded them and placed them on his bed. He smiled to himself before slipping them on. He walked over to the long mirror that was in the bathroom. Brown eyes stared back at him, still slightly bruised, with the new cut seeping across his cheekbone. The sleeveless shirt showed the scars on his arms and all of the bruises. On the good side, his arm was out of the sling. He never intended to keep it in long anyway. His legs were covered by long blue pants made from silk. He was thankful. Not only did they cover his wounds, but they were also light, which stopped the material from rubbing his sores. He wasn't sure what he would tell the Kaiba's about his arms, as his scars weren't hard to lie about. He looked at himself, looked at the mess he had become from years of abuse. I am here because I am strong. He whispered to himself. They won't ask. He took a long breath before exiting his room to join the younger Kaiba, who he shortly discovered was already playing games in a room twice his size.
The black haired kid sat, bewildered in blue-eyes pyjamas playing on street fighter. His messy hair fell over his face, but he didn't flinch as he was too engrossed in the game. Joey smiled to himself as he watched the teen play.
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Kaiba slammed his fists furiously on his desk. How the hell did he get worked up like that over the mutt in a towel? His dripping wet hair soaking his lithe body…no…Kaiba told himself. No. He was not flustered by the blond, not at all. He was flustered by the scars. The bruises. That was right. Angry, he stormed to his own mirror and tore a his shirt, to reveal an old, long scar dragging down the side of his ribs. He gritted his teeth and flinched at the memory. Fucking bastard.
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Hey
So, Netherlands lost. I think everyone I want to win looses…oh well. Well done Spain.
I'm up 'early' tomorrow. So 7am. Which means…I'll be up before the counter on the hits is reset…oooh. Lol. I'm really sad, I check my reviews and hits on my phone all the time. Anyone got facebook? If you do you should add me (Anna Red)! And join the Anti FF Flames group, yah? I have first day of work tomorrow and I'll give it 10 mins before I'm bored and wanna take a knife to someone!
My A/N is just a massive rant, I'm sorry to anyone who reads it.
Anyway, please R&R
Much love AB
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