Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ I'm here ❯ Chapter 3

"Grandpa, I need $1,000!" Joey screamed. The old man and Yami were the only ones in the store. Yugi was upstairs doing homework.

 

"Joey calm down. What do you need the money for?" Sugto said trying to calm him down.

 

"I can't tell you. I just need the money and fast! Please we need to get out of here!" Joey yelled. What if he wouldn't give him the money? He didn't have enough. "Please we really need the money. And I can't tell you why."

 

Yami, was getting frustrated. How dare Joey come in here and make such an outrageous demand without even telling them why? Yami, having little patience with anyone at the moment, did the only thing that came to his mind.

 

Joey felt a hand hit his face before he fell to the ground. Yami had hit him! He actually hit him! "Tell us what has happened now!"

 

Joey looked at the floor. Telling them was out of the question. No one needed to know what happened. Yami flinched at his friend's silence while Sugto shut his eyes. No longer was it about money for him. Something was wrong and he needed to know. Did Tristen need to be hospilatzed or was it Joey that needed it?

 

Sugto knelt down beside the boy. "Joey please if you need the money then I will give it to you but first I need to know why."

 

Joey stared at the aged face. When ever anything was wrong the old man was there to the help him, even when they were kicked out of their homes.

 

Joey shut his eyes tight, in a small voice spoke. "Tristen was rapped."

 

No one was sure they heard it, in fact no one was sure they wanted to hear it. Shame filled Yami. Joey was probably sworn to secrecy and here Yami was forcing him to tell.

 

"What happened?" Yami whispered, he couldn't even look at Joey. Not after what he did. But still he needed to know more as he was sure Sugto did too.

 

"I can't tell you." Joey turned to Sugto. "Please we need to get out of here. We won't be gone for a long time. A week, two at the most but please we really need to leave."

 

The old man smiled. Funny how he could smile at a time like this. But he was smiling to show Joey that everything would be all right. Sugto handed Joey his bankcard with all the information. "I trust you." was all he said.

 

Arms wrapped around the old man. "Thank you Gramps. Thank you." Joey wiped away his tears. He had to hurry. He headed for the door when Yami's voice reached him.

 

"Joey I'm...well you know I'm...” Joey turned to the spirit. "Joey I'm sorry." A small smile ran across the blonde's face. For once in this whole time he felt he could tell more.

 

"I won't tell you where we are going but I will tell you this. Stay way from Bandit Keith. Good bye and thank you."

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"Tristen you here?" Whispered Joey as he entered their apartment. It had taken a little while longer than he thought but everything was done. He had the plane tickets and the hotel reservation for two weeks. One week wouldn't be enough he deicide. He even dropped the bankcard in the mailbox for Sugto.

 

Joey entered their bedroom. He could hear noises from the closet. "Tristen is that you?" Joey kneeled down. He could see it was Tristen. Slowly he opened the door. "Come on Tristen let's get out of here." Extending his hand to help him up.

 

Smiling softly Tristen accepted. Grabbing the suitcases they were off to the airport

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The lines where murder and everyone was in a hurry. Everyone but them. Tristen and Joey finally found two seats together. Joey was not about to let Tristen or himself sit on the floor.

 

Through out he entire time in the airport Tristen never once asked where they were going. It really didn't matter to him. As long as they were away from Bandit Keith.

 

After about two hours Joey heard there flight called. "That's us." Following the crowd he lead Tristen to the terminal. After handing the lady both their tickets and passports they went on the plane.

 

It seemed like forever before they found their seats. It was a three seater but luckily no one was in the iyal seat. SO now it was just the two of them on a long flight.

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Yami started silently at Yugi. Yugi set the table fro dinner as he smiled oblivious to what had happened. Yami surely wasn't going to tell him. And Sugto wouldn't know where to begin.

 

"Yami is there something wrong?" Yugi's face appeared less than an inch away from his. He pressed his nose to his guardian's giving him an Eskimo kiss. Yami sighed. Yugi looked so happy. It was enough to drive any anger away from his heart.

 

Yami felt a small hand lye on his stomach rubbing slowly. He looked in his light's eyes. Something new was there. Something he had never seen in his eyes before. And by the way Yugi was acting he didn't even know either.

 

Taking the hand that caressed his stomach to his lip. Kissing it in a way that spoke levels.

 

Yugi's face turned red from the blush. Here Yugi was trying to seduce Yami and Yami was making his head spin.

 

"Are you two going to join me?" Sugto called.

 

Thankful for the old man's interruption he ran to the table. Compassing himself Yugi sighed and went to the table.

 

"I heard a fight down stairs today. Did something happen?" Yugi looked at his grandfather. "Grandpa?"

 

Sugto was unsure what to say. There was no way of telling him what happened to Tristen. Yugi wouldn't know how to take it or even understand what rape was. In Yugi's world everyone got along and no one was hurt.

 

"Joey said that he and Tristen would be on vation for a while. I know that they had missed a lot of school so I yelled at him. But everything is alright now." Lied Sugto.

 

Yami almost smiled. He never knew Sugto could lie so well. /It must be one of his many talents/ Yami thought.

 

Before Yugi a round of 20 questions Yami started his round. "So how was school?" Yami started trying to change the subject.

 

"It was alright. Joey came back today. So I was a little surprised to hear that he was going on vacation but the weirdest thing was in Math. Joey just stood up during class and ran out the door. He never said a word."

 

"That's Joey for you." Sugto laughed. Trying to hide the reason for Joey's actions.

 

"I guess...but why would they go on vacation if Tristen is still sick? He wasn't in school and I didn't see him when I went over to check on them yesarday or any other day." Yugi was really trying to make sense of this whole thing. If Tristen was that sick than why would they leave? They didn't even say 'good bye' to him. Yugi was really to naive for his own good.

 

As quick as ever Sugto had an answer. "I remember when my father was sick, the doctor told him to take a vacation. It was to calm his nerves and there for make him heal faster. It really did work wonders. You'd be surprised at what a week in the forest does for a man. Anyway Joey problely has the same idea." Accepting his grandfather's answer there was no more talk at dinner.

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Joey was starving. He hadn't eaten in the airport. Last time he had something to eat was breakfast and that was only a donunt.

 

Tristen lay in the two seats sleeping, his head on Joey's lap. Joey had called the stuwets and asked for two blankets. The blankets weren't for him. Carefully he took of Tristen's shoes and covered him with the blankets.

 

Looking down at his friend's sleeping face he had to smile. He looked so peaceful. Most people thought that Tristen looked like a tough guy, a thug and a fighter. He could fight but they missed his beauty. Tristen could be the kindest man he ever met. That was what he loved the most.

 

Slowly stroking the other's hair, smoothing out the bumps.

 

Tristen turned over to look at Joey. "Hey." Joey said.

 

"Hey." Tristen sat up, bringing himself on to Joey's lap. Bring his head in the crook of the blonde's shoulder.

 

"How ya feeling? You any better?" Joey brought the other teens face close to him. His hand under the brunette's chin. His eyes met his. It was the eyes that always told the truth even if the mouth didn't.

 

"I feel a bit better. Unless he's on the plane-"

 

"Don't worry. He's not. No one knows where we are going. So no one can tell him. Do you want to know where we're going?"

 

Again he buried his head. "No. I really don't care as long as I'm with you."

 

That was about the time the pilot came on and said that they would be landing soon.