Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Book One: Opposites Attract ❯ Run ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Nachzes Black-Rider 
Someone tries to call Seto, but he's already gone. And when the elder Kaiba gets to the hospital, something's wrong....
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.14.2005 | Updated On: 06.14.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 342 | Status: Work In Progress
Someone tries to call Seto, but he's already gone. And when the elder Kaiba gets to the hospital, something's wrong....
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.14.2005 | Updated On: 06.14.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 342 | Status: Work In Progress
Summary:
When Mokuba Kaiba faints in the middle of school, and a devastating revelation concerning his health comes into view, will Seto be able to deal with the added complication to his already problematical life? And what will happen when Yuugi and the gang find out?
Disclaimer:
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or its characters. If I did, it would be…very different.
Warnings:
Mentions of rape and abuse.
Shattered Masks, Healed Hearts
Book One: Opposites Attract
Chapter Two: Run
By: Nachzes-Black Rider
—Jö POV—
After Kaiba ran out of the room the class just sat there in complete stunned silence for a while before breaking out into full-fledged chaos. It was pandemonium. Kids all around were excitedly comparing notes on what could have caused the CEO to suddenly bolt from the classroom like a bat out of Hell. Some people—the ones nearest the door—said that he had literally torn through the hallway; “and man oh man, could that boy fly” they all said. And, of course, Kaiba never did drop his emotionless façade, so the whole deal of the mysterious phone call had the whole class in an uproar. It seemed that I was the only one who had noticed and/or remembered that he had dropped his cell phone on the floor. As I stared at the black plastic gadget, almost as if my gaze were a charm, it began to ring. Well, vibrate and rattle against the desk leg and the floor, really, since I couldn’t hear the ringing over the din everyone was making. Thinking that no one would notice if I reached over and grabbed it, I did so, and checked the caller ID briefly, wondering who was calling my arch-nemesis.
‘Domino Hospital’ read the little blue screen.
—Yuugi POV—
I remember we were just starting second-last period, Mathematics, when Kaiba-kun’s (1) cell phone went off. I jumped in my seat, the No. 2 pencil I held in my hand leaving a short, dark line on my worksheet over top of the doodle I was making, the tip of the lead breaking off and scattering tiny silver-grey slivers of graphite on my paper. Turning, I managed to catch a brief glimpse of his face as he checked the caller ID, his already pale complexion turning nearly stark-white. He seemed to be holding an inner battle with himself as he stared at the small black plastic gadget in his hand before he blinked and nodded slightly to himself, flipping the cell open and raising it to one ear.
“Moshi moshi—“
“Kaiba-san,” the teacher interrupted angrily from where she stood by the blackboard—I noticed a jagged white line at the end of her m in Pythagorean Theorem. Obviously she had been caught unawares by the sudden ringing sound as well. Kaiba-kun glanced up at her and fixed her with a slight gaze before turning his attention back to the caller on the other end of the line.
“Sorry about that,” he said, “but I'm in the middle of a class here. Can you call me back?”
There was a pause, filled in slightly by the teacher picking her lecture up from where she had left off, and then Kaiba-kun’s voice broke into the quiet again, and some kids turned around again, wanting to see what was going on.
“Yes? What about him?” His voice was slightly more emotional that usual. Was that fear in his normally impassive tone? He looked up and frowned at the people watching him. His pale fingers drummed the wooden top of the desk nervously. “Well?!” He snapped, loosing whatever patience he had still held with the other person and tightening his grip on the phone.
“WHAT?!”
That was Kaiba-kun.
The teacher whipped around again, face red, pointer clutched like a weapon in her hand. “Kaiba-san,” she began, her voice quick and clipped, “I am well aware of your situation; however, if you cannot manage to keep your voice down—”
Kaiba-kun lost it completely.
“SHUT UP!” He roared. Everyone jumped, and then resumed staring avidly at him. He glared daggers at the teacher for a few more seconds before resuming listening to his contact—whoever it was.
A long pause, then Kaiba-kun’s face suddenly turned the colour of flour and there was a clatter as his phone hit the floor. He put a shaking hand to his forehead and stared blankly at the spot of black against the floor. “Oh, Kami-sama, iie. Oh Kaimi-sama…no…. NO!” He cried, both hands dropping to his knees and tightening into fists.
“What's wrong,” Jö suddenly broke in, his voice one of fake concern. My head snapped up to look at him, my eyes wide. What was he doing?! “‘Kaiba’? Did your ‘precious company’ lose some stock?”
Everyone’s eyes shifted from Kaiba-kun to Jö, and he blinked, stealing a glance at Kaiba-kun out of the corner of his eye and swallowing.
“Well, Kaiba?” He asked, somewhat lamely.
Kaiba-kun breathed in deeply, the sound loud in the silent classroom, and ran his fingers through his hair. His other hand clenched tighter around the fabric of his uniform. A single tear traced it’s way down his cheek, and I found tears of my own welling up in my eyes as my friend’s jaw dropped, his expression one of complete disbelief.
“Jönöchi…” I whispered, my voice trembling, as the water level in my eyes rose, my vision blurring, “don’t.”
Suddenly, Kaiba-kun stood up; his face perfectly composed once more.
“I need to go,” he said. The teacher pursed her lips, as if considering telling him no. I looked at her, willing her to allow him to leave. She sighed.
“Alright, Mr. Kaiba.”
He gripped the silver handle of his briefcase very tightly indeed, and then ran out of the classroom as if trying to flee from some-sort of presence.
It was completely silent for a few moments before the classroom exploded, the students turning the stillness into complete and utter anarchy. All around, people were yelling theories left and right about what could have made the CEO run like that. They ranged from the marginally believable—an urgent business meeting had come up that he had forgotten about—to the laughable—a new Blue-Eyes card being created. However, I couldn’t accept any of these as truth, mainly because how would a business meeting make the so-called ‘cold-hearted’ teen’s face turn chalk white?
Jö was staring at something on the floor, a look on his face as if he was contemplating something, and then he suddenly leapt up and vaulted over a chair to grab something—a something a realised, moments later, to be Kaiba-kun’s cell phone. He checked the caller ID, and I realized that the phone must have rung, although no one could possibly have heard it over the tumult of noise.
Quickly, he glanced at the caller ID—and froze.
—Seto POV—
Feet pounding down the hall….
The feeling of adrenaline coursing through my veins….
Pain lacing up my leg from the gash in my upper-calf where my briefcase slammed into it. Blood seeps slowly out of the cut and soaks into the surrounding fabric. The skin around the area is beginning to bruise; turning a deep, blue-ish-purple shade….
Panting, gasping; trying to suck more air into burning lungs….
Sweat trickling down my forehead…stinging in my eyes….
Hair clinging to the back of my neck; my school uniform sticking to my back….
Breathe in one two three; breathe out one two three….
‘Run faster!’
Strides lengthening…the doors in sight...I drop the heavy briefcase held in my right hand to the floor—‘CRASH’! …Wrenching the doors open and dashing outside, arms and legs pumping simultaneously…I’m running so fast I could swear I was flying….
‘Faster!’
Pick up the pace; hurtling along the streets; the flash of a red cross /1/ out of the corner of my eye….
‘Almost there!’
Exhaustion is beginning to override the panic…seeping into my bones…‘NO! Can’t…stop….’
I’m beginning to slow down, I can feel it….
‘NO!’
The hospital looms above me, huge and grey. I shove the door open and sprint into the emergency room. A pair of paramedics rushes past me wheeling a gurney….
‘Where is he?! Where is he?!’
I look frantically left and right for something…anything…!
‘Please God, just give me a sign…!’
“Are you alright, Sir?”
Panic is rising in my chest…I’m beginning to hyperventilate…taking in air much too fast, my chest burning, searing….
‘Where where where…?!’
“Sir, daijöbö-ka (2)?”
‘Where is he?! Where’s Mokuba?! Where’s my brother?!’
Breathing fast…too fast…‘Can’t breathe…. Mokuba!’
“Sir!”
Inoutinoutinout….
“SIR!”
“Mokuba….”
Blackness.
To be continued….
Translations, End Notes, Etc.:
(1) -kun is an ending used pretty loosely. It’s what Yuugi (always thinking that Seto is, or course, part of his little gang of friends that he does) calls Seto.
(2) Are you alright? / is everything okay?
/1/ I couldn’t do a green H like they do in Canada (where I’m from) ‘cause in Japan…they wouldn’t use an H. So I used a red cross, instead.
Nachzes: Tell all your friends about it so they can review, too. =)
When Mokuba Kaiba faints in the middle of school, and a devastating revelation concerning his health comes into view, will Seto be able to deal with the added complication to his already problematical life? And what will happen when Yuugi and the gang find out?
Disclaimer:
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or its characters. If I did, it would be…very different.
Warnings:
Mentions of rape and abuse.
Shattered Masks, Healed Hearts
Book One: Opposites Attract
Chapter Two: Run
By: Nachzes-Black Rider
—Jö POV—
After Kaiba ran out of the room the class just sat there in complete stunned silence for a while before breaking out into full-fledged chaos. It was pandemonium. Kids all around were excitedly comparing notes on what could have caused the CEO to suddenly bolt from the classroom like a bat out of Hell. Some people—the ones nearest the door—said that he had literally torn through the hallway; “and man oh man, could that boy fly” they all said. And, of course, Kaiba never did drop his emotionless façade, so the whole deal of the mysterious phone call had the whole class in an uproar. It seemed that I was the only one who had noticed and/or remembered that he had dropped his cell phone on the floor. As I stared at the black plastic gadget, almost as if my gaze were a charm, it began to ring. Well, vibrate and rattle against the desk leg and the floor, really, since I couldn’t hear the ringing over the din everyone was making. Thinking that no one would notice if I reached over and grabbed it, I did so, and checked the caller ID briefly, wondering who was calling my arch-nemesis.
‘Domino Hospital’ read the little blue screen.
—Yuugi POV—
I remember we were just starting second-last period, Mathematics, when Kaiba-kun’s (1) cell phone went off. I jumped in my seat, the No. 2 pencil I held in my hand leaving a short, dark line on my worksheet over top of the doodle I was making, the tip of the lead breaking off and scattering tiny silver-grey slivers of graphite on my paper. Turning, I managed to catch a brief glimpse of his face as he checked the caller ID, his already pale complexion turning nearly stark-white. He seemed to be holding an inner battle with himself as he stared at the small black plastic gadget in his hand before he blinked and nodded slightly to himself, flipping the cell open and raising it to one ear.
“Moshi moshi—“
“Kaiba-san,” the teacher interrupted angrily from where she stood by the blackboard—I noticed a jagged white line at the end of her m in Pythagorean Theorem. Obviously she had been caught unawares by the sudden ringing sound as well. Kaiba-kun glanced up at her and fixed her with a slight gaze before turning his attention back to the caller on the other end of the line.
“Sorry about that,” he said, “but I'm in the middle of a class here. Can you call me back?”
There was a pause, filled in slightly by the teacher picking her lecture up from where she had left off, and then Kaiba-kun’s voice broke into the quiet again, and some kids turned around again, wanting to see what was going on.
“Yes? What about him?” His voice was slightly more emotional that usual. Was that fear in his normally impassive tone? He looked up and frowned at the people watching him. His pale fingers drummed the wooden top of the desk nervously. “Well?!” He snapped, loosing whatever patience he had still held with the other person and tightening his grip on the phone.
“WHAT?!”
That was Kaiba-kun.
The teacher whipped around again, face red, pointer clutched like a weapon in her hand. “Kaiba-san,” she began, her voice quick and clipped, “I am well aware of your situation; however, if you cannot manage to keep your voice down—”
Kaiba-kun lost it completely.
“SHUT UP!” He roared. Everyone jumped, and then resumed staring avidly at him. He glared daggers at the teacher for a few more seconds before resuming listening to his contact—whoever it was.
A long pause, then Kaiba-kun’s face suddenly turned the colour of flour and there was a clatter as his phone hit the floor. He put a shaking hand to his forehead and stared blankly at the spot of black against the floor. “Oh, Kami-sama, iie. Oh Kaimi-sama…no…. NO!” He cried, both hands dropping to his knees and tightening into fists.
“What's wrong,” Jö suddenly broke in, his voice one of fake concern. My head snapped up to look at him, my eyes wide. What was he doing?! “‘Kaiba’? Did your ‘precious company’ lose some stock?”
Everyone’s eyes shifted from Kaiba-kun to Jö, and he blinked, stealing a glance at Kaiba-kun out of the corner of his eye and swallowing.
“Well, Kaiba?” He asked, somewhat lamely.
Kaiba-kun breathed in deeply, the sound loud in the silent classroom, and ran his fingers through his hair. His other hand clenched tighter around the fabric of his uniform. A single tear traced it’s way down his cheek, and I found tears of my own welling up in my eyes as my friend’s jaw dropped, his expression one of complete disbelief.
“Jönöchi…” I whispered, my voice trembling, as the water level in my eyes rose, my vision blurring, “don’t.”
Suddenly, Kaiba-kun stood up; his face perfectly composed once more.
“I need to go,” he said. The teacher pursed her lips, as if considering telling him no. I looked at her, willing her to allow him to leave. She sighed.
“Alright, Mr. Kaiba.”
He gripped the silver handle of his briefcase very tightly indeed, and then ran out of the classroom as if trying to flee from some-sort of presence.
It was completely silent for a few moments before the classroom exploded, the students turning the stillness into complete and utter anarchy. All around, people were yelling theories left and right about what could have made the CEO run like that. They ranged from the marginally believable—an urgent business meeting had come up that he had forgotten about—to the laughable—a new Blue-Eyes card being created. However, I couldn’t accept any of these as truth, mainly because how would a business meeting make the so-called ‘cold-hearted’ teen’s face turn chalk white?
Jö was staring at something on the floor, a look on his face as if he was contemplating something, and then he suddenly leapt up and vaulted over a chair to grab something—a something a realised, moments later, to be Kaiba-kun’s cell phone. He checked the caller ID, and I realized that the phone must have rung, although no one could possibly have heard it over the tumult of noise.
Quickly, he glanced at the caller ID—and froze.
—Seto POV—
Feet pounding down the hall….
The feeling of adrenaline coursing through my veins….
Pain lacing up my leg from the gash in my upper-calf where my briefcase slammed into it. Blood seeps slowly out of the cut and soaks into the surrounding fabric. The skin around the area is beginning to bruise; turning a deep, blue-ish-purple shade….
Panting, gasping; trying to suck more air into burning lungs….
Sweat trickling down my forehead…stinging in my eyes….
Hair clinging to the back of my neck; my school uniform sticking to my back….
Breathe in one two three; breathe out one two three….
‘Run faster!’
Strides lengthening…the doors in sight...I drop the heavy briefcase held in my right hand to the floor—‘CRASH’! …Wrenching the doors open and dashing outside, arms and legs pumping simultaneously…I’m running so fast I could swear I was flying….
‘Faster!’
Pick up the pace; hurtling along the streets; the flash of a red cross /1/ out of the corner of my eye….
‘Almost there!’
Exhaustion is beginning to override the panic…seeping into my bones…‘NO! Can’t…stop….’
I’m beginning to slow down, I can feel it….
‘NO!’
The hospital looms above me, huge and grey. I shove the door open and sprint into the emergency room. A pair of paramedics rushes past me wheeling a gurney….
‘Where is he?! Where is he?!’
I look frantically left and right for something…anything…!
‘Please God, just give me a sign…!’
“Are you alright, Sir?”
Panic is rising in my chest…I’m beginning to hyperventilate…taking in air much too fast, my chest burning, searing….
‘Where where where…?!’
“Sir, daijöbö-ka (2)?”
‘Where is he?! Where’s Mokuba?! Where’s my brother?!’
Breathing fast…too fast…‘Can’t breathe…. Mokuba!’
“Sir!”
Inoutinoutinout….
“SIR!”
“Mokuba….”
Blackness.
To be continued….
Translations, End Notes, Etc.:
(1) -kun is an ending used pretty loosely. It’s what Yuugi (always thinking that Seto is, or course, part of his little gang of friends that he does) calls Seto.
(2) Are you alright? / is everything okay?
/1/ I couldn’t do a green H like they do in Canada (where I’m from) ‘cause in Japan…they wouldn’t use an H. So I used a red cross, instead.
Nachzes: Tell all your friends about it so they can review, too. =)