Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Darkness ❯ Broken Windows ( Chapter 2 )

 

Chapter 2: broken windows.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh, `cuse if I did they'd all be gay.

 

 

 

All that I could really tell, was that my body hurt all over. Of course it was quite obvious considering I had bashed my knee on the desk, and my ribs on the water fountain, and my elbow on the door, and I think I might of given myself a concussion on the sink rim. That can't be good.

 

My reflection in the bathroom mirror didn't look anything like the one I stared at this morning. my hair was swept over my face, covering parts of my brown eyes and made them look hollow and sorrowful. Shadows covered half my face, `course the fact that I hadn't turned any lights on didn't help. My lips twisted into a thin line, and tracks of waters coursed down my face. All in all I looked like a freaking cry baby with many undealt-with issues.

 

Someone knocked on the door. I spun around to look and see who it was when I remember that I had locked the door. That means its probably someone wanting to know what the hell happened back in class. Yeah, like I'm going to tell anyone.

 

“ mutt, open the damn door.”

 

I groaned and slumped back over the sink. this is So not happening. I had hoped it would be someone easily diverted, I mean, if you mention hormones to Yugi he blushes and agrees with everything you say! You'd think he was in love or something.

 

…. Lets not go into that…

 

More knocking, “ mutt…you in there?”

 

Like hell I'm going to answer him! I push off the sinks rim and walk slowly over to the door. I just wanted to see if he would stay, its not like I was going to let him in or anything, I wasn't an idiot.

 

“ let me in.”

 

“no” he didn't sound like he was about to go away anytime soon. Just my luck. It didn't help that the tears hadn't seemed to stop. They continued to fall, soaking my shirt and dripping off my nose onto the floor.

 

“fine, we'll talk through the door then.”

 

I slumped against the door and rested my forehead on the wood.

 

“just go away Kaiba. You can't do any good.”

 

A growl of frustration could be heard through the door.

 

“ well, then I'll do some bad.” He sounded angry. Good, then it'll be easier to drive him off.

 

“whatever the hell your going through, you better get over it mutt. Because the twerp is crying, needle head is bitching at me and the queen of corny outfits is going on about friendship and shit. I couldn't stand it so I went after you.” He rattled the handle, “ so let me in the freaking bathroom, so I can beat you to a bloody pulp to knock some sense into you.”

 

Okay, so maybe I was being a bit childish, and maybe if I had come up with some believable lie he might have forgotten all about it and left me alone. But no, I had to blow up! The amount of emotions running through me must have reached its peak, and exploded, because the next thing I new, I was pounding on the door, and screaming.

 

“ you bloody bastard! You think that its as easy as that?! You can't just punch me and think my feelings and my pain is going to go away. Snapping you rich fingers ain't gonna make it better!” I slumped down to my knees.

 

“ I'm in so much deep shit! There no way for me to wiggle my way out of this like the last time! I can't just sneak onto a boat and win a ruddy tournament! Not again!”

 

“ what the hell are you going on about, you stupid mutt!” he snarled.

 

“what's the point in going on when you can't even watch your little sister grow up? Huh Kaiba? How would you feel if you weren't allowed to watch Mokuba grow up, what if your eyes were taken away and you never got to see his face again?!”

 

Silence reached me. I pounded a little more on the door, while hiccupping with pain from yelling and crying at the same time.

 

“I'm never going to see it Kaiba, never.” I sobbed into my hands and curled forward, subconsciously protection myself.

 

“ Jou… open the door.”

 

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You'd never think escaping through a bathroom window would be so hard? But as I scrambled out of the bathroom, tearing my clothing on the broken glass, I realized. It was quite hard. Of course I didn't let Kaiba in. after he asked me to let him in, my mind came back from where ever it had gone, damn fickle mind, anyway. I had just kinda, jumped up, yelled some more then tried to pry the window open. It obviously didn't work because I ended up taking my shoe and smashing the window. So with one shoe on, I ran across the school grounds, dodging the picnic tables and the kids skipping. Getting looks while I did so.

 

God damn Kaiba…. First he makes me blow up in class, then break down to him in a washroom, and then have to pay a fine for breaking school property. A fine, I most assuredly don't have the money for.

 

So what if I kind of left him banging his shoulder against the washroom door, bellowing for me to wait and listen to him. And so what if I kind of told him if he loved me he'd leave me alone?

 

I stopped from jumping over a picnic table, fuck…did I really say that? I sat down heavily. The most kept secret since my abusive father, and I just spilled it to the one guy who I really didn't want to know. I buried my face in my hands. This is so not good. One: if there was one thing I knew it was that Kiba did NOT like me that way. Two: if I didn't have the money to help my eyes what made me think that I'd have enough to look higher than dung in Kibas eyes and three: my life was fucked as much as it could be, why'd I have to make it worse?

 

A shadow was cast over me and I hesitantly looked up. Of course I knew who it was. I'd given him plenty of time to leave the school and come searching for me. why didn't I even look surprised?

 

Startling blue eyes pierce into mine as Kiba held his hand out in offering.

 

“puppy, come with me.” if he'd said it with even a hint of emotion I would have turned him down. I wasn't searching for his pity, even though it would be a miracle if he gave it to me. no, he said it with his self assured, cold and no-nonsense voice, that obviously got Mokiba to go to bed, or brush his teeth. I closed my eyes, felt my tiered bones pressure me to take his hand. And I slowly opened me eyes, to look up at someone willing to help, why was I even considering this? I asked myself, because you love him.

 

I sighed with resignation and reached out to take his hand. “it's a good enough reason I suppose…”

 

 

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