Puppyshipping) Why is he so cold?

Gym class

I stood outside of the locker rooms staring at the door, I had been dreading visiting gym. It was just a place where my bruises would be put on display for everyone to see, not to mention actually having to use my sore muscles. Sometimes I wonder if they had made gym just to torture me.

"Hey Mutt, whats wrong? Forget how to open a door again or is staring at doors a hobby of yours?" asked Kaiba's cool, sarcastic voice as he walked up to me. Great, this is just my kind of luck, the last person I'd want to be in my gym class has to be in it.

"Nothing's wrong, I was just thinkin' again," I snap back at him.

"Sure you were mutt, here's a hint, to open a door you turn the handle and pull," he says smirking.

I grind my teeth and open the door storming in while he follows chuckling. Why does he have to pick on me? What did I ever do to him? I walk up to my gym locker and open it angrily.

Kaiba reaches a hand into his pocket and pulls out a small sheet of paper with a locker combination on it. He opens the locker right next to mine and tosses his gym bag inside.

"Couldn't you have gotten a locker farther away or do you just like me that much?" I ask shaking my head, again, just my luck to have him with a locker right next to mine.

"Shut up mutt," he mutters as he turns around. I could have sworn I saw him blush....

While he is turned around I quickly change into my gym pants and throw the jeans I normally wear into my locker. Kaiba had changed into his gym pants as well but had hung his black pants up in his locker.

He turns back around while taking off his jacket. I swear I saw him glance at me before taking off his shirt, he was making a show of it too, just so he could tease me later.

I couldn't help but stare. He was hot, underneath that black shirt he had abs, a six pack. His creamy white skin had no marks on it and was perfectly smooth.

"Close your mouth Wheeler, your getting drool everywhere," he said smirking at me, no doubt proud of his physique.

"Yeah right, like I would drool over you," I growl back at him. He just chuckled and pulled on his gym shirt.

I waited for him to leave but he didn't, he just stood there, arms crossed, staring at me.

I sighed inwardly and looked away from him. I think I have a nice body, I mean, I have abs and plenty of muscles but scars mark across my body.

I slowly took off my school jacket, on my arms I had some scaring, it was light enough not to be noticed but light purple bruises splotched across them. I could feel Kaiba's cold eyes look at the bruises, they traced the scars that crisscrossed across my arm silently.

"Look who's staring now Kaiba," I say half laughing, half wishing he would leave now. He just shook his head silently.

Then I took off my shirt. The dark purple bruises painted my back and pink and red cuts run down my chest.

I glance up at Kaiba in time to see him grimace and pale.

"Sorry we can't all be as perfect you, I don't have the easy life you have," I hiss.

He purses his lip looking ready to argue but changes his mind saying, "Who did this to you?"

"Why do you care?" I ask bitterly. He stays silent but the question hangs in the air.

"It was my dad," I say so softly I was sure he wouldn't hear.

"Why do you let him get away with it?" he asks while is eyes trace the cuts left by my father's knife.

"He is all I have! What am am I supposed to do?" I half yell at him, pulling on my gym shirt so he can't see what my father had done.

"You could turn to one of your little friends," he says remaining calm, his tone staying icy calm.

"And pull them into the mess too? I don't think that would help anything at all!" I yell, "Why do you even care? I'm just trash to you aren't I?"

He stares at me as I breathe heavily. Each breath hurts and I know the fresh cut I got from my father last night have reopened, bleeding through my gym shirt.

"I don't know," he whispers and walks away, leaving me alone in the locker room.