In Crimson Waters
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
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2,992
Reviews:
6
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
In Crimson Waters
NightRain : ...(Nothing)
Disclaimer : I do not own YuGiOh...
~...~ Is flashbacks
"..." Is talking
'...' Is thinking
_________________________________________________________________________
Joey stared at the knife in his hands, tears building up in his eyes.
"C'mon Joey," He whispered to himself "It-it's your only escape."
Yes, his only escape he believed.
What better way was there for him to end it?
The Pain..
The Tears...
He put the knife in his side pocket. He then stood and walked around his "home".
Joey chuckled.
"Home?" He asked outloud. "No..."
Home. It was his father's happyplace. Joey's Torment.
~ "Where tha hells were you Joey?
Joey's heart pounded in fear.
"I-I was out--"
"Ignoring me?" His father interrupted.
Joey shook his head.
"I was just in the park."
"ON FATHER'S DAY?" He yelled, pinning Joey to the wall by the thoat and sending
rapid blows to his chest.
He then threw Joey down on the floor, climbing on top of his.
"On daddy's special day?" He moaned.
Joey shook his head.
"Please daddy! Don't do this to me...not again..." Joey pleaded.
"No Joseph! You owe me!" His father yelled, stripping the both of them. "You owe
me!"
Joey didn't bother to ask how. His father would only say the same thing he always
said. Joey owed him for the roof over his head, the the clothes on his back, and the
food he eats.
As if that deserved thanks. The park was better. The park has always been Joey's
home. His happy place.
Joey closed his eyes, imagining beining in the park.
'Anywhere but here...anywhere but here...' He repeated over and over in his
mind.
His father, however, would have one of it. He slapped joey hard across the face.
"Keep your eyes open!" He spat, his mouth exploring Joey's bellybutton.
Joey closed his eyes in sheer disgust, and once again he was strucken in the face.
"What did I tell you!"
"Sorry daddy..." Joey whimpered.
"I'll make you sorry!" He smirked, dragging Joey on the floor by his hair.~
Joey choked back a few sobs as he limped in the halls, following where his father
drug him.
"Damn this place..." Joey whispered.
This building was not a house or a home. Instead this was all his father's domain.
His territory, and Joey's hell on earth.
Joey's steps lead him to a door.
"Joey's Room" The sign said.
Joey spat on the door, then kicked it.
"His Room" was nothing of the sort. It was a his father's candy store, and the bed.
The bed was his father's pleasure,
Joey's pain...
~Joey's father chokeslammed him on the bed, the smashed himself on Joey,
knocking most the wind out of him. Joey wheezed for air.
Joey's father hovered over Joey.
'Why this? Why this again? Why--' Joey's thought's were interrupted by
a huge sharp pain to his pleasure point.
He cried out in pain, gripping the sheets tightly.
"This will teach you" His father breathed between pants, pumping hard
into Joey's unlubed pleasure.
Joey shoved a pillow into his mouth, biting hard on it trying not to cry as his
father pounded in him.
"Look son, you're bleeding!" His father laughed.
'Ra make it stop!' Joey thought 'Make it stop!'
"Oh son..." his father moaned, about to reach his peak.
"get offa me..." Joey whispered, still biting on the pillow.
"Oh!" He yelled, climaxing.
He smirked, snaching himself out of Joey. Joey let out a small urking sound.
"Clean yourself up" Joey's father demanded, "I'll be back. You're still not
finished paying me back." ~
'Yes I am!' Joey thought. 'I'm finished with everything!'
He looked at the blood on his sheets. Still red form the day's earlier activities.
He shook his head and pulled out the kitchen knife and placed it near his face,
examining it.
"What are you doing?!" a voice all to familiar boomed at Joey.
He turned around to see his father at the door.
"Well?!"
Joey stuck out the knife and placed his wrist on top of it gentlely.
"Stay away from me!" Joey yelled to his dad, his body trembling.
His father took astep closer to him.
Joey pressed the knife to his skin, cutting it a little, blood seeping through.
"You're going to kill yourself?"
Joey nodded. Joey's drunken father smilled.
"I'll be back in in thirty minutes. You should be dead by then" He sneered,
closing the door behind him.
Joey heard the heavy front door slam, signalizing his father was gone.
He fell to the floor on his knees, tears flowing down his cheeks.
"Goodbye...everyone..." He whispered, thinking of his friends.
He began to slowly peel the skin from around his wrists.
He stared at the blood that began to pool on the wooden floor and saw the face of
someone he liked, no, loved.
'And goodbye Seto Kaiba...'
__________________________________________________________________________
Seto sneezed walking in the night.
'Now I'm getting a cold' He thought angrily.
He looked around. Obviously he was in the slummest part of Domino.
"Great..." He spoke scarcastically.
His car stops far from Kaiba corperation at night and now he's walking here.He shrugged.
He'll just find a phone and call someone to pick him up. It was that simple.
Seto stopped when he heard screaming. He walked to the apartments he had passed
up a few minutes ago.
Seto normally wouldn't go "check out" anything, but that scream...It was...so familiar.
Seto followed the continuing pattern of screams he heard, right up to...
"The mutt's place?" he asked, walking in the door.
Seto followed the whimpers he heard to Joey's room.
He knocked.
______________________________________________________________________________
Joey heard a knock at the door.
'What's HE doing back here so soon. It hasn't been thirty minutes. Whatever...'
He rose the knife, preparing to stab thru his almost unskinned wrist.
"I'll end it now" Joey said, looking at the peeled skin that hung off his wrist. He did
peel his wrist like it was a potato.
The door flew open, but Joey didn't look. He didn't care. He suddenly felt a force on his other
arm.
He looked up.
"K-Kaiba?"
___________________________________________________________________________________
"K-Kaiba?" Joey asked.
"What are you doing mutt?!" Seto demaded.
"I...I'm..." Joey looked down "I'm ending it..."
Seto looked wide eyes at Joey.
"Ending it?" Seto asked.
Joey nodded.
"NOW LET GO OF MY ARM!"
Seto held his arm.
"No Wheeler!"
They struggled for the knife. Seto trying to keep the knife from Joey's wrist and Joey trying to sink
it in his wrist.
"L-LET GO KAIBA!" Joey yelled.
They both gasped as the knife slipped out of Joey's hand.
*Shink*
Disclaimer : I do not own YuGiOh...
~...~ Is flashbacks
"..." Is talking
'...' Is thinking
_________________________________________________________________________
Joey stared at the knife in his hands, tears building up in his eyes.
"C'mon Joey," He whispered to himself "It-it's your only escape."
Yes, his only escape he believed.
What better way was there for him to end it?
The Pain..
The Tears...
He put the knife in his side pocket. He then stood and walked around his "home".
Joey chuckled.
"Home?" He asked outloud. "No..."
Home. It was his father's happyplace. Joey's Torment.
~ "Where tha hells were you Joey?
Joey's heart pounded in fear.
"I-I was out--"
"Ignoring me?" His father interrupted.
Joey shook his head.
"I was just in the park."
"ON FATHER'S DAY?" He yelled, pinning Joey to the wall by the thoat and sending
rapid blows to his chest.
He then threw Joey down on the floor, climbing on top of his.
"On daddy's special day?" He moaned.
Joey shook his head.
"Please daddy! Don't do this to me...not again..." Joey pleaded.
"No Joseph! You owe me!" His father yelled, stripping the both of them. "You owe
me!"
Joey didn't bother to ask how. His father would only say the same thing he always
said. Joey owed him for the roof over his head, the the clothes on his back, and the
food he eats.
As if that deserved thanks. The park was better. The park has always been Joey's
home. His happy place.
Joey closed his eyes, imagining beining in the park.
'Anywhere but here...anywhere but here...' He repeated over and over in his
mind.
His father, however, would have one of it. He slapped joey hard across the face.
"Keep your eyes open!" He spat, his mouth exploring Joey's bellybutton.
Joey closed his eyes in sheer disgust, and once again he was strucken in the face.
"What did I tell you!"
"Sorry daddy..." Joey whimpered.
"I'll make you sorry!" He smirked, dragging Joey on the floor by his hair.~
Joey choked back a few sobs as he limped in the halls, following where his father
drug him.
"Damn this place..." Joey whispered.
This building was not a house or a home. Instead this was all his father's domain.
His territory, and Joey's hell on earth.
Joey's steps lead him to a door.
"Joey's Room" The sign said.
Joey spat on the door, then kicked it.
"His Room" was nothing of the sort. It was a his father's candy store, and the bed.
The bed was his father's pleasure,
Joey's pain...
~Joey's father chokeslammed him on the bed, the smashed himself on Joey,
knocking most the wind out of him. Joey wheezed for air.
Joey's father hovered over Joey.
'Why this? Why this again? Why--' Joey's thought's were interrupted by
a huge sharp pain to his pleasure point.
He cried out in pain, gripping the sheets tightly.
"This will teach you" His father breathed between pants, pumping hard
into Joey's unlubed pleasure.
Joey shoved a pillow into his mouth, biting hard on it trying not to cry as his
father pounded in him.
"Look son, you're bleeding!" His father laughed.
'Ra make it stop!' Joey thought 'Make it stop!'
"Oh son..." his father moaned, about to reach his peak.
"get offa me..." Joey whispered, still biting on the pillow.
"Oh!" He yelled, climaxing.
He smirked, snaching himself out of Joey. Joey let out a small urking sound.
"Clean yourself up" Joey's father demanded, "I'll be back. You're still not
finished paying me back." ~
'Yes I am!' Joey thought. 'I'm finished with everything!'
He looked at the blood on his sheets. Still red form the day's earlier activities.
He shook his head and pulled out the kitchen knife and placed it near his face,
examining it.
"What are you doing?!" a voice all to familiar boomed at Joey.
He turned around to see his father at the door.
"Well?!"
Joey stuck out the knife and placed his wrist on top of it gentlely.
"Stay away from me!" Joey yelled to his dad, his body trembling.
His father took astep closer to him.
Joey pressed the knife to his skin, cutting it a little, blood seeping through.
"You're going to kill yourself?"
Joey nodded. Joey's drunken father smilled.
"I'll be back in in thirty minutes. You should be dead by then" He sneered,
closing the door behind him.
Joey heard the heavy front door slam, signalizing his father was gone.
He fell to the floor on his knees, tears flowing down his cheeks.
"Goodbye...everyone..." He whispered, thinking of his friends.
He began to slowly peel the skin from around his wrists.
He stared at the blood that began to pool on the wooden floor and saw the face of
someone he liked, no, loved.
'And goodbye Seto Kaiba...'
__________________________________________________________________________
Seto sneezed walking in the night.
'Now I'm getting a cold' He thought angrily.
He looked around. Obviously he was in the slummest part of Domino.
"Great..." He spoke scarcastically.
His car stops far from Kaiba corperation at night and now he's walking here.He shrugged.
He'll just find a phone and call someone to pick him up. It was that simple.
Seto stopped when he heard screaming. He walked to the apartments he had passed
up a few minutes ago.
Seto normally wouldn't go "check out" anything, but that scream...It was...so familiar.
Seto followed the continuing pattern of screams he heard, right up to...
"The mutt's place?" he asked, walking in the door.
Seto followed the whimpers he heard to Joey's room.
He knocked.
______________________________________________________________________________
Joey heard a knock at the door.
'What's HE doing back here so soon. It hasn't been thirty minutes. Whatever...'
He rose the knife, preparing to stab thru his almost unskinned wrist.
"I'll end it now" Joey said, looking at the peeled skin that hung off his wrist. He did
peel his wrist like it was a potato.
The door flew open, but Joey didn't look. He didn't care. He suddenly felt a force on his other
arm.
He looked up.
"K-Kaiba?"
___________________________________________________________________________________
"K-Kaiba?" Joey asked.
"What are you doing mutt?!" Seto demaded.
"I...I'm..." Joey looked down "I'm ending it..."
Seto looked wide eyes at Joey.
"Ending it?" Seto asked.
Joey nodded.
"NOW LET GO OF MY ARM!"
Seto held his arm.
"No Wheeler!"
They struggled for the knife. Seto trying to keep the knife from Joey's wrist and Joey trying to sink
it in his wrist.
"L-LET GO KAIBA!" Joey yelled.
They both gasped as the knife slipped out of Joey's hand.
*Shink*