Puppyshipping) Why is he so cold?

I'm fine....I think

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Somehow I made it out of gym class alive, my muscles ache now even as Im sitting down on Yugi's bed.

Even though Yugi is a nice guy and all he can ramble on about the silliest of things like his pyramid shaped puzzle that he happily talks about right now. I used to hate that about him but now I feel like it helps me tune out the constant troubles for awhile.

Constant troubles like my father.

"Yug," I say cutting him off mid sentence, "what do ya think about that new Kaiba guy?"

"Well...." he says letting go of his puzzle, letting it swing down it's rope, "he seems cold....but I think I can still be friends with him!"

Thats Yugi for you, always the optimist. His round, childish eyes are always looking out for a new friend.

"Yeah, but, uh," I mumble not sure if I should just say it or not. But if there is one guy I can trust its Yugi, "What do ya think about his appearance?"

"Well he is kind of hot..." Yugi says after a second of shocked silence, "I didn't know you were into guys Joey."

"I'm not!" I exclaimed defensively but after a look from Yugi I know he knows.

"Its alright Joey, I won't judge....I'm kind of into guys myself..."

"Really? I always thought ya were into Anzu."

"No, well, its just complicated Joey." he says with a sigh, looking down at his puzzle.

"Alright, I won't push. But, uh, do ya think I might have a shot with him?" I ask looking at my shoes as if they were suddenly the most interesting things in the world.

"If you can get past his ego then sure," he says laughing and smiling at me

"Well I guess I've gotta go, see ya later Yug," I say standing up and stretching my sore muscles.

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I hate having to walk home. Not because of the walk, I find that part peaceful and relaxing actually. No, its because I will have to face my father yet again.

The sky has already darkened, a slight cold breeze runs a chilling finger up my spine. The walk was way to short for my taste and I came face to face with the black, rickety screened door I have always hated. I knew what would happen as soon as I opened the door.

I take a deep breath that makes my ribs hurt from the inside out. My hands begin to shake a little from the fear of the beating Im about to receive. I take hold of the cold, brass handle and turn it. Pushing the door open slightly I can already smell the stench of alcohol layering the air and hear the tv blaring static white noise.

"Joey, where have ya been?!" a slurred voice yells as it approaches the door. My father, a balding, fat, pig, stands with a knife in his hand at the door.

"I was just out," I reply, eyeing the knife cautiously.

"Ya know that isn't allowed anymore! Now I have ta punish ya!" he says pushing me hard into the dim, dark, and dirty apartment I call home.

I stumble inside and tense up, knowing how cruel my father could be, not wanting to be hurt anymore but unable to stop it myself.

A deep cut across my chest, his blade cutting through my shirt and flesh with a sickening wet ripping sound. Red blood splatters everywhere making my father, the shark that he is, grin.

Red on the floor, red on the knife, red soaking my shirt, red on my father's hands. My own father....

Again the knife's cold blade cuts through my skin, the cut form the shape of an X. Blood drips out of me still, even though I feel empty.

"Have ya learned yet, boy? I don't think ya have!" He yell as he drops the knife and takes out his baseball bat.

Crunch. Were those my ribs? Are they broken? A fiery pain seeps down my side from right under my arm to the bottom of my ribs.

And then a knock rings out over my father's insane laughter. Sharp and and impatient. My father's grin turns into a dark frown as he kicks me in the side, making me yelp in pain as the fire feeing intensifies.

"Go away, Im busy," My father yells, his angry tone slurred.

The knock comes again, even more impatient. A harder kick befalls me now, right in the center of the X he made earlier with his knife. This time I scream out in agony and gasp for air.

The door swings open now, revealing the last person I would have expected it to be.

Seto Kaiba, A.K.A ego maniac and the guy I had a huge crush on.

His angered expression turned to one of shock as he saw me laying on the floor in this fetal position, gripping my bleeding chest. Looking up he met the eyes of my father and his face hardened. I don't know what he sees because I can't stop staring at him. Why is he here?

The next thing I know, Im in Kaiba's arms, bridal style. Unable to keep my head up, I let it rest on his chest. He doesn't even seem to mind the fact that Im bleeding all over him, probably ruining his expensive white jacket.

I hear him mumbling something, probably curses under his breath as I stare up at his face. Where was my father? How did I get into rich boy's arms?

He glanced down at me and smirked, "Still can't keep your eyes off me Wheeler?"

I only just stare back, into his eyes, unable to form an answer in my mind, everything was fuzzy to me.

"Hey Mutt, are you alright?" he asks looking at me still.

I automatically say the words I trained myself to say anytime someone asked, "I'm fine....I think."

The world starts to spin slightly and I no longer hear Kaiba's smug voice as he talks to me.

Darkness.
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