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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
7,311
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
3
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I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh and I make no money from these writings.
Pointless Apologies
Chapter 2 - Pointless Apologies
Joey ran out of the school, not bothering with his other classes knowing in his state he wouldn’t benefit from them anyway. He decided to go home and see if he could get some sleep, thinking that maybe it will relieve him from looking and feeling like death. As Joey stumbled to the poorer side of town, his old gang confronted him. He used to hang out with a group of street thugs in Junior High before he became friends with Yugi and the others. Unknowing to Joey’s new band of friends, Joey occasionally does the odd job for the gang. Joey hated everything about it but the extra money it brought in was the only way for his family to survive and they also supplied him with whatever drugs he needed seeing as the gang was associated with many of the local dealers. Hirutani, the gang leader, approached Joey first.
“Hey hey! Look what we have here boys. I haven’t seen you around for some time now.” spoke Hirutani in his deep, intimidating voice.
“Yea, I’ve been busy with the last tournament and all,” replied Joey quickly in a slurred Brooklyn accent.
“Too busy for your old pals, Wheeler?” Hirutani said, pausing for a second as he looked closer, then continued “Well it looks to me as though you’ll be in our services quite soon enough by the looks of you! You can barely stand up” Hirutani replied, laughing as he gave Joey a shove and watched him try and steady himself.
“If you keep popping pills like this you’ll be out and you know that you don’t have the connections we do. Then you’ll be in my hands. And don’t look so worried” he said, referring to Joey’s changed expression. “We’ll get you a nice supply and a bit of cash on top of it, alright?”
Joey knew he needed to agree which caused a shiver to course through his body. He didn’t want to think of the next job the gang leader would make him do.
“Whateva ya say, Hirutani” Joey murmured, stepping past them, determined to get home before making any other commitments.
Hirutani grabbed Joey’s shoulder, causing him to wince. “And don’t you forget it!” the gang leader said, losing all the friendliness from his voice while releasing Joey, allowing him to pass.
When Joey arrived at his apartment he was planning on slipping into his bedroom without his dad knowing but to his dismay, his dad was awake in the living room, and fully aware of his arrival. He had been drinking, but in moderation, and nowhere near as bad as the night before. Before Joey could escape, his father rushed over to him, eyes swimming with tears.
“Oh Joseph, I’m so sorry, I know I’m a lousy father but I wasn’t myself last night. I didn’t know what I was doing!” his father moaned, becoming more hysterical with every word.
“Please, I’ll never do it again, I’m sorry”
Joey just took the pitiful man into his arms. Joey had heard this speech what felt like a thousand times. Every time his father would beat him he would come back to Joey a broken man. The next time his father got drunk he would be abusive again. It was like there were two completely different people within his dad. But for now his father needed money for the rent his booze so Joey was his father’s only hope. This is why Joey could never ever tell anyone what’s been going on Joey thought, ashamed of his obvious behavior earlier that day. He couldn’t possibly do that to his father, especially when he could act this way.
Joey went over the same scenario in his head over and over. His father would recover from his addictions and his mother and sister would return and his family would be whole once more, which is what his heart truly desired. But for now Joey had to stay strong, no matter what means he had to use to achieve this because he couldn’t possibly take the easy way out and leave his father with absolutely nothing. Some would say taking the drugs and alcohol is the easy way out but to Joey, it’s not about forgetting his pain, it’s about making it manageable. Joey feared that he’d been trying to reunite his family for so long that he started losing sight of what he was doing, and the drugs were starting to control his life.
Joey reassured his old man. “It’s alright dad, I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
Joey received a watery smile from his dad. Joey released his father and went to his bedroom. He removed his shirt and pants, not exactly knowing what to expect since he hadn’t dared to look at the damage from last night’s event. He peered into his wall length mirror at his thin frame. His eyes roved over his muscular arms and abs that he had achieved from being in his old gang. A lot of the jobs he was required to do took a lot of strength and agility. Besides the fact that he didn’t always get as much as he’d like to eat, which caused him to be underweight, his body was quite good.
His eyes couldn’t help but linger over his stomach on the right side where his dad had kicked him the other night. A deep purple bruise has developed there about the size of his fist. He touched his ribs gingerly with his fingertips and winced in pain. Joey didn’t like the looks of it but there was nothing much he could do about. Going to the Hospital was out of the question. There were too many questions and too much money involved. He then turned around and looked over his shoulder at the damage to his backside. Multiple bruises that extended from his shoulders to his buttocks around an inch and a half thick were dark purple and clearly done by the impact of a belt. Joey just looked and smiled sadly at his appearance.
It was his own fault he thought. He should have been more careful so now he deserved what he got. It was always his fault and there was no question about it. Joey slowly lowered himself onto his bed, careful to avoid laying on his injuries and tried to go to sleep, knowing the only comfort he could receive would be to slip into unconsciousness.
Joey ran out of the school, not bothering with his other classes knowing in his state he wouldn’t benefit from them anyway. He decided to go home and see if he could get some sleep, thinking that maybe it will relieve him from looking and feeling like death. As Joey stumbled to the poorer side of town, his old gang confronted him. He used to hang out with a group of street thugs in Junior High before he became friends with Yugi and the others. Unknowing to Joey’s new band of friends, Joey occasionally does the odd job for the gang. Joey hated everything about it but the extra money it brought in was the only way for his family to survive and they also supplied him with whatever drugs he needed seeing as the gang was associated with many of the local dealers. Hirutani, the gang leader, approached Joey first.
“Hey hey! Look what we have here boys. I haven’t seen you around for some time now.” spoke Hirutani in his deep, intimidating voice.
“Yea, I’ve been busy with the last tournament and all,” replied Joey quickly in a slurred Brooklyn accent.
“Too busy for your old pals, Wheeler?” Hirutani said, pausing for a second as he looked closer, then continued “Well it looks to me as though you’ll be in our services quite soon enough by the looks of you! You can barely stand up” Hirutani replied, laughing as he gave Joey a shove and watched him try and steady himself.
“If you keep popping pills like this you’ll be out and you know that you don’t have the connections we do. Then you’ll be in my hands. And don’t look so worried” he said, referring to Joey’s changed expression. “We’ll get you a nice supply and a bit of cash on top of it, alright?”
Joey knew he needed to agree which caused a shiver to course through his body. He didn’t want to think of the next job the gang leader would make him do.
“Whateva ya say, Hirutani” Joey murmured, stepping past them, determined to get home before making any other commitments.
Hirutani grabbed Joey’s shoulder, causing him to wince. “And don’t you forget it!” the gang leader said, losing all the friendliness from his voice while releasing Joey, allowing him to pass.
When Joey arrived at his apartment he was planning on slipping into his bedroom without his dad knowing but to his dismay, his dad was awake in the living room, and fully aware of his arrival. He had been drinking, but in moderation, and nowhere near as bad as the night before. Before Joey could escape, his father rushed over to him, eyes swimming with tears.
“Oh Joseph, I’m so sorry, I know I’m a lousy father but I wasn’t myself last night. I didn’t know what I was doing!” his father moaned, becoming more hysterical with every word.
“Please, I’ll never do it again, I’m sorry”
Joey just took the pitiful man into his arms. Joey had heard this speech what felt like a thousand times. Every time his father would beat him he would come back to Joey a broken man. The next time his father got drunk he would be abusive again. It was like there were two completely different people within his dad. But for now his father needed money for the rent his booze so Joey was his father’s only hope. This is why Joey could never ever tell anyone what’s been going on Joey thought, ashamed of his obvious behavior earlier that day. He couldn’t possibly do that to his father, especially when he could act this way.
Joey went over the same scenario in his head over and over. His father would recover from his addictions and his mother and sister would return and his family would be whole once more, which is what his heart truly desired. But for now Joey had to stay strong, no matter what means he had to use to achieve this because he couldn’t possibly take the easy way out and leave his father with absolutely nothing. Some would say taking the drugs and alcohol is the easy way out but to Joey, it’s not about forgetting his pain, it’s about making it manageable. Joey feared that he’d been trying to reunite his family for so long that he started losing sight of what he was doing, and the drugs were starting to control his life.
Joey reassured his old man. “It’s alright dad, I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
Joey received a watery smile from his dad. Joey released his father and went to his bedroom. He removed his shirt and pants, not exactly knowing what to expect since he hadn’t dared to look at the damage from last night’s event. He peered into his wall length mirror at his thin frame. His eyes roved over his muscular arms and abs that he had achieved from being in his old gang. A lot of the jobs he was required to do took a lot of strength and agility. Besides the fact that he didn’t always get as much as he’d like to eat, which caused him to be underweight, his body was quite good.
His eyes couldn’t help but linger over his stomach on the right side where his dad had kicked him the other night. A deep purple bruise has developed there about the size of his fist. He touched his ribs gingerly with his fingertips and winced in pain. Joey didn’t like the looks of it but there was nothing much he could do about. Going to the Hospital was out of the question. There were too many questions and too much money involved. He then turned around and looked over his shoulder at the damage to his backside. Multiple bruises that extended from his shoulders to his buttocks around an inch and a half thick were dark purple and clearly done by the impact of a belt. Joey just looked and smiled sadly at his appearance.
It was his own fault he thought. He should have been more careful so now he deserved what he got. It was always his fault and there was no question about it. Joey slowly lowered himself onto his bed, careful to avoid laying on his injuries and tried to go to sleep, knowing the only comfort he could receive would be to slip into unconsciousness.