In Crimson Waters
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Category:
Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,991
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Chapter 2
NightRain : Sorry for taking so long. The computer at my house is fried, but it’s back so…yeah…
“…” Is talking
‘…’ Is thinking
~…~ Is song lyrics
{…} Is people talking while Joey dreams
“Open your eyes” Seto ordered.
Joey squinted his eyes, then opened them in complete shock.
“K-Kaiba!! Your hand!”
The CEO held the knife in his hands, fingers wrapped around the blade.
“I’m fine” He said, tossing the sharpened object to the side, “What were you—“
“I don’t wanna talk about it…” Joey whispered, turning his head to the opposite of the
CEO of Kaiba Corp.
Seto stood up and dusted off his coat.
“Come on” he said, holding out his hand.
Joey slapped it away.
“Fuck off man! I don’t need pity, especially not from YOU!”
Seto glared at him.
“It’s not pity, it’s called helping you.”
“I DON’T WANT HELP!” Joey screamed, standing up and facing the CEO the best he could.
Seto stood quietly, glaring at the young blonde.
“I don’t…” Joey whispered “need ya…help…”
He fell backwards, landing in the pool of his blood.
Seto picked him up and piggybacked him out of the house.
8*8*8*8*
Joey looked around him. Nothing but darkness was spread out around him.
“What did I tell you?!” A voice boomed loudly.
A voice all to familiar. Joey’s body began to tremble.
“D-D-Dad?” He asked, backing away.
In a flash of light, Joey was at his house.
“So,” his father said, appearing in front of him “You’re running away from me?”
Joey took a step away from him.
“N-No” he whispered.
“Yes you are, you bastard!” he yelled back, running up to Joey and grabbing him by the arm.
The normally brave blond fell to the floor, screaming in pain.
“I love it!” his dad laughed “Scream Joey! Louder!”
Joey sobbed, his fathers fingers digging deeper in to his skinned wrist, forcing more blood to the floor.
“AH! STOP DAD!” he yelled, pleading for his wrist to be freed.
His dad only laughed more.
“St-St-Stop it!” Joey yelled, throwing a fist full force at his father and sending him flying.
Joey apologized and ran to his room, locking the door. He fell to the floor and cried.
{What’s wrong?}
“It hurts…”
{What hurts?}
“It hurts a lot…” Joey whispered, sniffing and whipping away tears.
{…Don’t cry…}
Joey nodded, finding comfort in the voice. He closed his eyes and fell asleep
{Please wake up Joey…}
“…” Is talking
‘…’ Is thinking
~…~ Is song lyrics
{…} Is people talking while Joey dreams
“Open your eyes” Seto ordered.
Joey squinted his eyes, then opened them in complete shock.
“K-Kaiba!! Your hand!”
The CEO held the knife in his hands, fingers wrapped around the blade.
“I’m fine” He said, tossing the sharpened object to the side, “What were you—“
“I don’t wanna talk about it…” Joey whispered, turning his head to the opposite of the
CEO of Kaiba Corp.
Seto stood up and dusted off his coat.
“Come on” he said, holding out his hand.
Joey slapped it away.
“Fuck off man! I don’t need pity, especially not from YOU!”
Seto glared at him.
“It’s not pity, it’s called helping you.”
“I DON’T WANT HELP!” Joey screamed, standing up and facing the CEO the best he could.
Seto stood quietly, glaring at the young blonde.
“I don’t…” Joey whispered “need ya…help…”
He fell backwards, landing in the pool of his blood.
Seto picked him up and piggybacked him out of the house.
8*8*8*8*
Joey looked around him. Nothing but darkness was spread out around him.
“What did I tell you?!” A voice boomed loudly.
A voice all to familiar. Joey’s body began to tremble.
“D-D-Dad?” He asked, backing away.
In a flash of light, Joey was at his house.
“So,” his father said, appearing in front of him “You’re running away from me?”
Joey took a step away from him.
“N-No” he whispered.
“Yes you are, you bastard!” he yelled back, running up to Joey and grabbing him by the arm.
The normally brave blond fell to the floor, screaming in pain.
“I love it!” his dad laughed “Scream Joey! Louder!”
Joey sobbed, his fathers fingers digging deeper in to his skinned wrist, forcing more blood to the floor.
“AH! STOP DAD!” he yelled, pleading for his wrist to be freed.
His dad only laughed more.
“St-St-Stop it!” Joey yelled, throwing a fist full force at his father and sending him flying.
Joey apologized and ran to his room, locking the door. He fell to the floor and cried.
{What’s wrong?}
“It hurts…”
{What hurts?}
“It hurts a lot…” Joey whispered, sniffing and whipping away tears.
{…Don’t cry…}
Joey nodded, finding comfort in the voice. He closed his eyes and fell asleep
{Please wake up Joey…}