Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Thanksgiving? ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Thanksgiving?

By Saiyan_Kitsune_Foxfire

Disclaimer: I don't own YuGiOh! Please don't sue

Warnings: Yaio, violence, some OOCness, other warnings possible, I will the new warnings when necessary. It's a Yaio… if you don't like that, then I'm not forcing you to read this… so please read something else if you don't like yaio or male/male pairings.

Pairings: Seto/Joey

Rating: M

Thanks for all of the wonderful reviews, it pushed me to update as soon as I could. I know it's been over three years since I've posted. I didn't forget you, I swear. I'm sorry, Life happened. Zynn is no longer in my life, I've got another great guy who is now my muse, Yukio. I got engaged and lost my dad last year. Anyways, I'm back and writing.

 

Enjoy

 

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Chapter Two

 

Joey lay on his side when the morning sun peeked through the dirty window. One of Joey's eyes was swollen shut. The other eye opened slightly as Joey realized it was morning. He glanced at the alarm clock and groaned as he sat up. He hissed in pain as a bruise made it self known. He slowly he got up, groaning as he did so. He wobbled over to the door and listened. The snores of his old man were the only sound in that apartment that morning. Joey slowly opened his door and moved across the hall to the bathroom. He closed the bathroom door and looked in the mirror. He sighed.

Cuts, scrapes and bruises littered his skin. He pulled out the first aid kit and started to dress his wounds. He winced when he applied the rubbing alcohol.

 

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On the other side of town, a certain CEO was just crawling into bed. He wasn't going to go to school till much later that day, having been up all night to fix what the temp messed up. He pulled the pillows over his head to cut out the sunlight. He just closed his eyes when something jumped onto his bed. He grumbled softly. “Mokuba…go away” he said, feeling his younger brother crawling towards him.

“But Niiiisannnn” Mokuba whined. “You promised to come to school with me today…its parent's day” Seto groaned into the mattress, he had forgotten all about that.

“Fine, Mokuba… I'll be there.” Seto said. He pushed the pillows off the bed and crawled back out. Mokuba giggled at the haggled state of his older brother, and received a half hearted death glare in return. He moved over to his master bathroom as Mokuba left the room to go downstairs to have their cook start breakfast.

After showering, the teen genius dressed and went downstairs to have a cup of coffee and toast, reading over the newspaper. His younger brother chattered away about the upcoming break. “Nisan, do you think we could do something over Thanksgiving break?” he asked. Seto peered out from behind the paper.

“Mokuba, finish your breakfast, or you're going to be late for school.” He said, completely dodging the issue. Mokuba pouted and finished eating; He'll corner his brother on the issue later.

Thrity minutes later, Mokuba and Seto were on their way to Domino City Elementary School, Mokuba again, chattering his older brother's ear off. Seto looked out the window, only half-way listening to his younger brother. They soon arrived at the Elementary school. Mokuba hopped out first, followed by his taller (much taller) older brother. Seto followed his brother into the building, in one hand, he carried his work/school briefcase. “Remember, Mokuba, I'm only staying for a little while.” Seto said cooly.

Mokuba looked up at his brother and smiled. “I remember, Niisan.” He chirped. Seto just nodded and followed the younger Kaiba into his classroom. He moved to the back of the classroom and set his briefcase next to his feet. As his younger brother chattered with his friends who were sitting around him, Seto watched him from the back of the classroom, his ice blue eyes scrutinizing everything.

 

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Joey walked to school, thinking about the upcoming break. He was thrilled to spend time with his mom and sister and to be away from his father. He sighed softly as he entered the high school, heading to his locker. He pulled out his books and headed to his classes. Joey took his usual seat next to the window in the back. He waved at his friends, smiling slightly, glad that his school uniform covered the recent proof of abuse he suffered at his dad's hands. He didn't want his friends to know that the streetwise punk was nothing more than his old man's punching bag.

The day passed slowly, halfway though lunch, Seto made an appearance. Joey, who was off in a corner by himself for once, watched the young CEO come in. He blinked as inspiration struck him and he pulled out his writing journal. Joey started to write down his idea for a new character for one of his fictions, leaving his food untouched on the tray.