Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Anubis Tournament ❯ Chapter 5- Jonouchi's Wonderful Life ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Magnificent_Exalted_Goddess 
Jou gets a bashing from his drunken father. As always, his friends are there for him.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Comedy / Drama / Romance / | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.30.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 182 | Status: Completed
Jou gets a bashing from his drunken father. As always, his friends are there for him.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Comedy / Drama / Romance / | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.30.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 182 | Status: Completed
Chapter 5-Jonouchi's Wonderful Life
"HEY KID!" Jonouchi felt the warm morning sun shining on his face. "YOU ALIVE IN THERE?!" He blinked sleepily and looked around his messy pit of a room. Several Duel Monsters cards littered the stained shag carpet. Pin-ups and holes carelessly patched up with small wooden boards decorated the walls. A beaten punching bag hung in the corner. Jonouchi needed it, when he needed to release the anger his drunk father had built up inside of him. Jonouchi's parents had divorced when he was about seven. His sister Shizuka was his best friend and his mother had taken her with her, and left little Jonouchi to fend for himself. After the divorce, his father started to drink, and soon enough things got out of control. But he was just glad his 'baby sister' didn't have to deal with him.
"SO WHAT? ARE YOU DEAD!?...That would make things alot more pleasent around here..." He heard his father mutter under his breath. "YEAH I'M STILL HERE!" He yelled back. "WELL GET OUT HERE! I NEED YOU TO DO SOMETHING YOU LAZY-GOOD-FOR-NOTHING BOY!" Jonouchi sighed and threw on his jacket and a pair of pants, then made his way through the broken CD cases and overturned laundry baskets. He opened the door a crack and waited for something to break against it instead of his head. Something did, in fact hit the door. A glass bottle with a bit of hard liqour of some kind still inside. A few drops landed on his cheek. He licked it off and spat on the floor as he walked foreward. "I guess its five o'clock somewhere." He rolled his eyes."What do ya need me for?" he could tell his father was already heavily drunk. Jonouchi stood in front of his father, staring him directly in the eye. He didn't flinch as a full beer can whizzed by his ear and splattered on the wall behind him. "Yeeah. Go an' get meh anutherr six pac'kor somethin'. Make yerself ushful for a change."His father slurred. Jonouchi's eyes didn't move. "I can't buy beer. Im only 15." "Welltheun, steel it or somethin'. Kids like you are always stealin' booze." Jonouchi glared. "I've never drank in my life... and i never will after i see what it DOES TO PEOPLE!" he screamed at his father. He stared straight into his drunk eyes. His father got up and hobbled over to him. "Why you filthy little bastard." He picked Jonuchi up by his collar. "You better start showin' me some respect!" With that, he punched him in head. Jonouchi flew across the room and landed on the floor. His father walked over to him "Get up, boy." He kicked him in the ribs. Jonouchi tried to push himself up despite the fact that he had the wind knocked out of him. His left hand was pressed against his ribs as he tried to support himself with the other. "I said, GET UP!" His father kicked his arm inward. Jonouchi screamed as the sound of his bone cracking echoed through the dark room. He curled up into tiny shaking ball on the floor. He grabbed at his limp arm, his eyes shut tight. "Now you GET UP and go get me some more friggin' whiskey!" Jonouchi shook both in anger and in pain. "I ain't buyin' your Goddamn booze!" He shut his eyes and let the tears roll down his cheeks. His father left the room and he relaxed. He took a deep breath and sighed. He would have fallen asleep right there if he didn't hear the click. His eyes shot open and he looked up to se his father standing across the room with a cocked gun in his hand. "That's it! I'm sicka you!" bang! Jonouchi saw small pieces of carpeting fly up about 6 inches away from his face. Good thing his dad was drunk. He leapt up and made for the door, screaming from the pain in his arm. As he fumbled with the locks on the door, wood pieces flew with every bullet that hit it. He threw open the door and sprinted down the halls of his apartment building. One of his neighbors, and old lady stood outside her door. "Jonouchi? What's going on?" He saw her and shoved her inside her room. "Listen! Lock your doors and call the police! My dad's drunk and hes got a gun-" "GET BACK HERE BOY!" His father shouted down the hall. bang! bang! Two more shots went off as he scrambled for the stairs. As he got outside, he ran. He didn't know where he would run to, but he just ran. He wondered what to do about his arm, what he was going to do with himself after his father was in jail, he was thinking a million things at once. Suddenly, they all dissapeared. He thought nothing. He slowed to a walk and blankly walked along the sidewalk, his arm dangling at his side.
*****
"No Honda, defense position is horizontal ." Yugi and Honda sat at a table in the game shop while Anzu looked on in disgust of Honda's immense stupidity. "Yea, heh I knew that." Honda switched his monster to defense position. The bell above the door dinged casually as it always did when someone walked in. The group looked over, expecting to see just another normal customer. Instead, there stood bruised, black-eyed, bloody-nosed Jonouchi, bracing his arm with the other. "Hey guys. Sorry I'm late." The first to react was Anzu. "Jonouchi!" She ran over to him and carefully placed her hands on his shoulders. "What happened to you?!" Yugi and Honda hurried over as well. "Ah, Dad's drunk again." He said as calmly as he could. "Jouey we gotta get you to a hospital!" Yugi said with his normal worried tone of voice. "Goondess Jou! What happened to you?" Mr. Mutoh had walked in and dropped the cardboard box he was carrying. "Long story." He replied shakily. He winced and then looked at his arm, which was thoroughly swollen, and purple. "Out to my car, kids. I'll take you to the hospital."
Ryou stood at his kitchen counter, chopping up some carrots to put in his salad. It was about all he could afford. He lived alone, in a small apartment that he paid for himself. Being only 15, he had to work during most of his spare time. He lifted up the knife, an as if he were just chopping carrots, and sliced himself across the hand. He laughed menacingly, for he was not Ryou anymore. The spirit of the millenium ring had completely taken over his body. Ryou, however could feel the pain the spirit inflicted on him. He screamed inside. Nobody but the spirit could hear him and he just laughed. "Wh-what do you want?!" He said weakly. "Heheh. Nothing Ryou, I just wanted to know why and HOW you managed to keep me in all day yesterday. I was getting awfully bored. Heh heh heh..." "Keep you in? what are you talking about? I've done nothing to you now leave me be!" "Lies!" the spirit snapped, cutting Ryou's hand again. Ryou screamed. "Now, I suggest whatever you're doing, you DON'T do it again...Or I shall have to really punish you." And with that, the spirit vanished into the ring, giving Ryou his body back. He turned on the sink and washed the blood off his hand. "What on earth was he talking about?" Ryou cringed as the cold water stung his wound. He then took a kitchen towel and tied it around his hand.
Honda, Anzu, and Jonouchi sat in the back of Mr. Mutoh's car on their way back from the hospital. Jonouchi had a white cast bound around his arm. As they rounded the corner to Jonouchi's house, they heard sirens and saw flashing lights. "What's goin' on!?" Jonouchi shoved Honda aside to get a better look. Yugi sat in the fron seat next to his granfather. "Hey Jou, is that your dad?"
Jonouchi's father was being shoved my his head into a flashing vehicle. Yugi's grandpa brought the vehicle to a stop as Jonouchi hopped out and ran up to the policeman by the car. "Are you..." The policeman looked at his clipboard. "Jonouchi Katsuya?" "Y-yeah." He stuttered. "You're fathers going away now. Let's give your mother a call."
"HEY KID!" Jonouchi felt the warm morning sun shining on his face. "YOU ALIVE IN THERE?!" He blinked sleepily and looked around his messy pit of a room. Several Duel Monsters cards littered the stained shag carpet. Pin-ups and holes carelessly patched up with small wooden boards decorated the walls. A beaten punching bag hung in the corner. Jonouchi needed it, when he needed to release the anger his drunk father had built up inside of him. Jonouchi's parents had divorced when he was about seven. His sister Shizuka was his best friend and his mother had taken her with her, and left little Jonouchi to fend for himself. After the divorce, his father started to drink, and soon enough things got out of control. But he was just glad his 'baby sister' didn't have to deal with him.
"SO WHAT? ARE YOU DEAD!?...That would make things alot more pleasent around here..." He heard his father mutter under his breath. "YEAH I'M STILL HERE!" He yelled back. "WELL GET OUT HERE! I NEED YOU TO DO SOMETHING YOU LAZY-GOOD-FOR-NOTHING BOY!" Jonouchi sighed and threw on his jacket and a pair of pants, then made his way through the broken CD cases and overturned laundry baskets. He opened the door a crack and waited for something to break against it instead of his head. Something did, in fact hit the door. A glass bottle with a bit of hard liqour of some kind still inside. A few drops landed on his cheek. He licked it off and spat on the floor as he walked foreward. "I guess its five o'clock somewhere." He rolled his eyes."What do ya need me for?" he could tell his father was already heavily drunk. Jonouchi stood in front of his father, staring him directly in the eye. He didn't flinch as a full beer can whizzed by his ear and splattered on the wall behind him. "Yeeah. Go an' get meh anutherr six pac'kor somethin'. Make yerself ushful for a change."His father slurred. Jonouchi's eyes didn't move. "I can't buy beer. Im only 15." "Welltheun, steel it or somethin'. Kids like you are always stealin' booze." Jonouchi glared. "I've never drank in my life... and i never will after i see what it DOES TO PEOPLE!" he screamed at his father. He stared straight into his drunk eyes. His father got up and hobbled over to him. "Why you filthy little bastard." He picked Jonuchi up by his collar. "You better start showin' me some respect!" With that, he punched him in head. Jonouchi flew across the room and landed on the floor. His father walked over to him "Get up, boy." He kicked him in the ribs. Jonouchi tried to push himself up despite the fact that he had the wind knocked out of him. His left hand was pressed against his ribs as he tried to support himself with the other. "I said, GET UP!" His father kicked his arm inward. Jonouchi screamed as the sound of his bone cracking echoed through the dark room. He curled up into tiny shaking ball on the floor. He grabbed at his limp arm, his eyes shut tight. "Now you GET UP and go get me some more friggin' whiskey!" Jonouchi shook both in anger and in pain. "I ain't buyin' your Goddamn booze!" He shut his eyes and let the tears roll down his cheeks. His father left the room and he relaxed. He took a deep breath and sighed. He would have fallen asleep right there if he didn't hear the click. His eyes shot open and he looked up to se his father standing across the room with a cocked gun in his hand. "That's it! I'm sicka you!" bang! Jonouchi saw small pieces of carpeting fly up about 6 inches away from his face. Good thing his dad was drunk. He leapt up and made for the door, screaming from the pain in his arm. As he fumbled with the locks on the door, wood pieces flew with every bullet that hit it. He threw open the door and sprinted down the halls of his apartment building. One of his neighbors, and old lady stood outside her door. "Jonouchi? What's going on?" He saw her and shoved her inside her room. "Listen! Lock your doors and call the police! My dad's drunk and hes got a gun-" "GET BACK HERE BOY!" His father shouted down the hall. bang! bang! Two more shots went off as he scrambled for the stairs. As he got outside, he ran. He didn't know where he would run to, but he just ran. He wondered what to do about his arm, what he was going to do with himself after his father was in jail, he was thinking a million things at once. Suddenly, they all dissapeared. He thought nothing. He slowed to a walk and blankly walked along the sidewalk, his arm dangling at his side.
*****
"No Honda, defense position is horizontal ." Yugi and Honda sat at a table in the game shop while Anzu looked on in disgust of Honda's immense stupidity. "Yea, heh I knew that." Honda switched his monster to defense position. The bell above the door dinged casually as it always did when someone walked in. The group looked over, expecting to see just another normal customer. Instead, there stood bruised, black-eyed, bloody-nosed Jonouchi, bracing his arm with the other. "Hey guys. Sorry I'm late." The first to react was Anzu. "Jonouchi!" She ran over to him and carefully placed her hands on his shoulders. "What happened to you?!" Yugi and Honda hurried over as well. "Ah, Dad's drunk again." He said as calmly as he could. "Jouey we gotta get you to a hospital!" Yugi said with his normal worried tone of voice. "Goondess Jou! What happened to you?" Mr. Mutoh had walked in and dropped the cardboard box he was carrying. "Long story." He replied shakily. He winced and then looked at his arm, which was thoroughly swollen, and purple. "Out to my car, kids. I'll take you to the hospital."
Ryou stood at his kitchen counter, chopping up some carrots to put in his salad. It was about all he could afford. He lived alone, in a small apartment that he paid for himself. Being only 15, he had to work during most of his spare time. He lifted up the knife, an as if he were just chopping carrots, and sliced himself across the hand. He laughed menacingly, for he was not Ryou anymore. The spirit of the millenium ring had completely taken over his body. Ryou, however could feel the pain the spirit inflicted on him. He screamed inside. Nobody but the spirit could hear him and he just laughed. "Wh-what do you want?!" He said weakly. "Heheh. Nothing Ryou, I just wanted to know why and HOW you managed to keep me in all day yesterday. I was getting awfully bored. Heh heh heh..." "Keep you in? what are you talking about? I've done nothing to you now leave me be!" "Lies!" the spirit snapped, cutting Ryou's hand again. Ryou screamed. "Now, I suggest whatever you're doing, you DON'T do it again...Or I shall have to really punish you." And with that, the spirit vanished into the ring, giving Ryou his body back. He turned on the sink and washed the blood off his hand. "What on earth was he talking about?" Ryou cringed as the cold water stung his wound. He then took a kitchen towel and tied it around his hand.
Honda, Anzu, and Jonouchi sat in the back of Mr. Mutoh's car on their way back from the hospital. Jonouchi had a white cast bound around his arm. As they rounded the corner to Jonouchi's house, they heard sirens and saw flashing lights. "What's goin' on!?" Jonouchi shoved Honda aside to get a better look. Yugi sat in the fron seat next to his granfather. "Hey Jou, is that your dad?"
Jonouchi's father was being shoved my his head into a flashing vehicle. Yugi's grandpa brought the vehicle to a stop as Jonouchi hopped out and ran up to the policeman by the car. "Are you..." The policeman looked at his clipboard. "Jonouchi Katsuya?" "Y-yeah." He stuttered. "You're fathers going away now. Let's give your mother a call."