Title: Why I Hate You
Author: DJ
Rating: R
Notes/Warnings: This contains swearing. Unfortunately, that's the least of the issues here. There's also incest, rape, child abuse, drinking, underage sex, suicide, death, and a whole lot of things that are wrong no matter what way you look at them! There are (mostly) male/male situation, probably going into some bit (if not more) detail. These are both (but separately) consenting and non-consenting individuals. This is mostly an angst story with (hopefully) happiness in it too. But don't expect too much. I do plan on writing a fluff SOMEDAY. Until then, this is something that I kind of needed to write to deal some of those "skeletons in the closest" issues that have suddenly resurfaced in my life.
Summery: If I haven't scared you off yet, here's some other random should- know: Kaiba's P.O.V., "talking" to (obviously) Joey. I like this style and used once before in a Yami/Kaiba rape-ish type story. It's good for darker stories. Anyway, also, this takes place around their freshmen year (assuming they're currently sophomores), so they're probably a bit out of character. I'm smudging some details and putting it on my own time-frame.
Shiai-competition, game, match. Not Seto's real last name as far as I know. Kaiba and Mokuba are suppose to sort of be the only Japanese- Americans in the story. Just one of those things.
iWhy I Hate You/i
You sometimes ask why I hate you so much. I think in some ways you know. But I suppose you don't know the whole story. And I guess it's not fair to continue to call you rude names if your simple mind doesn't even understand why I hate you so much. So I guess I'm writing this for that reason. I mean, I don't know why I'm wasting my time on you. I have so many other more IMPORTANT things to be doing right now than reminiscing about how shitty you are. But here we go: the explanation you've always wanted.
You were late to class again and you hurriedly ran through the rain towards school. You had just been transferred to Domino High for nearly getting thrown in jail after that little stunt you and your gang had pulled. You hadn't even been to school for a full week when you got in trouble for the first time. You didn't really care, though, as they lectured you extra hard because YOU were a PROBLEM and you weren't expected to even be staying there that long.
You yawned, a bit bored, your eyes gazing around the office. That when you saw me first, but I doubt you even remember me with my green hair and arms crossed, listening to the consular drone on about "how exciting it is having a *Kaiba* go to school."
I do think you remembered me, though, on the playground that recess.
If not, you're an even dumber dog than I thought.
I don't know why you chose me as your victim. I suppose I wasn't very tall then. Easy target, like that Yugi kid was, right? I wasn't his height, but I was defiantly shorter than you at the time. Or maybe because I was new and easy target. I doubt that, though, you were new, too. I think it's mostly because of the ten dollar bill I pulled out for lunch. I guess your dad had forgotten to give you money that day because you targeted me. You wanted that money and you were going to have it.
You stepped in my path as I was walking up to the lunch line, arms crossed, cool, collected look on your face. Your blond hair fell in loose, silky strands and I could tell you conditioned to get it that way. I stared back at you with the same stare and I could feel the crowd pull around us before we had even spoken to each other.
"Give me that ten, snot hair."
I pulled then ten out slowly and people seemed to give a collective sigh of 'Damn, no show.' I surprised both you and them when I waved it in front of your eyes. "This? You want my money?"
"Yeah, give it to me, punk."
I handed it to you and you grinned happily. While you were too stupid to notice until it connected, I reached back and slugged you in the stomach. You keeled over in pain and I grabbed my ten back from you, taking it with me outside and I sat down in a bench, minding my own business.
*I* was surprised when you came up to me, people following you, wanting to see what would happen.
"Stand up! RIGHT NOW!"
I did as you said, putting my hands on my hips. "Yes?"
"Who do you think you are? NO ONE crosses me, you understand?"
"And no one crosses me, either. It THAT understood?"
"And *just* who are you, Mister High and Mighty?"
"I am Seto Shiai Kaiba. And you picked the WRONG person to mess with."
"Is that so? Well listen, you little Oriental freak, I--"
I launched on you, knocking you onto the ground, pounding my fists into your face, over and over again. The surrounding people egged me on as they shouted "fight, fight, fight!" I straddled your hips as you kicked and waved your arms wildly, attempting to knock me off. When you began to push against me, I grabbed you by the neck, pulling you forward, then, bam, cracking your skull against the pavement. I climbed off of you then, all this taking place in a matter of probably two minutes. You wheezed from the ground, trying to pull yourself up, covered in blood. I gave you one last kick. "I warned you; don't fuck with me."
You lost some of your edge you had with our peers. They didn't jump out of your way, but they still were scared of you. They wouldn't come near me. I felt lonely. They'd look when they thought I couldn't see them, then gasp when I DID look up. I hated them all. Just because I could defend myself against you, right? I never deserved any friends. I just wasn't good enough, was I? I was different. It didn't matter. I hated all of you anyway. I didn't want friends. I liked being alone. I'm not fooling you, am I?
I guess next time you were just caught at the wrong place at the right time. I was sitting in the park, minding my own business, but I guess you couldn't see me. I was crouched up next to a tree, laying my forehead on my knees when you tripped and fell against me. "You little shit!" I screamed, throwing you onto the ground.
You stared up at me, eyes wide. "S-Seto, I did--"
"Shut up!" I screamed at you, punching you in the mouth.
You launched back at me and I was a bit surprised after our earlier experience. Your fists flew at me and knocked me square in the neck, causing me to fall onto my knees, chocking. You stopped, trying to see if I was okay and I elbowed you in the stomach, knocking you down next to me. Now it was just a race of who would recover first. We began trying to suck in our breaths, only making it worse. While I was still gasping, I snaked my arm around your leg and knocked you down onto your back. I jumped on top of you and began slamming my fists into your body. Your fist comes up and cracks me in the jaw but that doesn't stop me. In fact, your fighting back only made me worse.
In blind rage, my fists rain down on your body. "I'll fucking kill you!" I screamed. I wasn't even sure why I was so mad. Yes I do. But you didn't. You figured it must have just be me. How I was. It wasn't. It was so much more. So much more.
My blows began to weaken as my screams turned to sobs. I fell over you, grabbing your shirt and sobbing. "N-no... Oh God no..."
This could have been your chance. You could have used this to your advantage. I was opening myself up. Making myself an easy target. But all you did was wrap your arms around me, laying my head on your chest, bringing me close. "It's okay, it's okay Seto. It's okay."
"No it's not!" I sobbed. "Don't touch me!" I fought against you, but you held me.
"Shhh, shh...it's okay." I tried to hit you, but you grabbed me by the wrists and held me. "Stop it, Seto. Please. I don't want to hurt you. Just...calm down."
I stopped and stared at him. "What did you say?"
"I'm not going to hurt you."
"What was that shit you started, then?"
"I wanted your ten, not a piece of you. Fuck... If you didn't carry around such big bills, you wouldn't attract so much attention."
"Maybe you should stop trying to take people's money."
"Maybe you should get off me before someone gets a funny idea." You raised your eyebrows, smiling innocently.
I jumped off you and held out my hand to help you up. You stared at it and finally took it. You began smoothing out your uniform, refusing to make eye contact with me.
"Wh-what did you say your name was?" I asked.
"I didn't." Your brown puppy-dog eyes finally locked with mine, a silly grin on your face. "I'm Joey Wheeler." You grabbed my hand, shaking it. "Seto, right? Something Kaiba?"
"Just Seto's fine. Technically my legal name is just Seto Kaiba now."
You nodded, a little confused. "Okay...why?"
"I was adopted...by Gozabo Kaiba."
"The multi-billionaire? Wow...talk about lucky."
I wasn't very enthusiastic. "Yeah, totally." It was my turn to avoid eye- contact. "You wouldn't..."
"Yes?"
"Nothing... I'll see you at school, Joey Wheeler."
Author: DJ
Rating: R
Notes/Warnings: This contains swearing. Unfortunately, that's the least of the issues here. There's also incest, rape, child abuse, drinking, underage sex, suicide, death, and a whole lot of things that are wrong no matter what way you look at them! There are (mostly) male/male situation, probably going into some bit (if not more) detail. These are both (but separately) consenting and non-consenting individuals. This is mostly an angst story with (hopefully) happiness in it too. But don't expect too much. I do plan on writing a fluff SOMEDAY. Until then, this is something that I kind of needed to write to deal some of those "skeletons in the closest" issues that have suddenly resurfaced in my life.
Summery: If I haven't scared you off yet, here's some other random should- know: Kaiba's P.O.V., "talking" to (obviously) Joey. I like this style and used once before in a Yami/Kaiba rape-ish type story. It's good for darker stories. Anyway, also, this takes place around their freshmen year (assuming they're currently sophomores), so they're probably a bit out of character. I'm smudging some details and putting it on my own time-frame.
Shiai-competition, game, match. Not Seto's real last name as far as I know. Kaiba and Mokuba are suppose to sort of be the only Japanese- Americans in the story. Just one of those things.
iWhy I Hate You/i
You sometimes ask why I hate you so much. I think in some ways you know. But I suppose you don't know the whole story. And I guess it's not fair to continue to call you rude names if your simple mind doesn't even understand why I hate you so much. So I guess I'm writing this for that reason. I mean, I don't know why I'm wasting my time on you. I have so many other more IMPORTANT things to be doing right now than reminiscing about how shitty you are. But here we go: the explanation you've always wanted.
You were late to class again and you hurriedly ran through the rain towards school. You had just been transferred to Domino High for nearly getting thrown in jail after that little stunt you and your gang had pulled. You hadn't even been to school for a full week when you got in trouble for the first time. You didn't really care, though, as they lectured you extra hard because YOU were a PROBLEM and you weren't expected to even be staying there that long.
You yawned, a bit bored, your eyes gazing around the office. That when you saw me first, but I doubt you even remember me with my green hair and arms crossed, listening to the consular drone on about "how exciting it is having a *Kaiba* go to school."
I do think you remembered me, though, on the playground that recess.
If not, you're an even dumber dog than I thought.
I don't know why you chose me as your victim. I suppose I wasn't very tall then. Easy target, like that Yugi kid was, right? I wasn't his height, but I was defiantly shorter than you at the time. Or maybe because I was new and easy target. I doubt that, though, you were new, too. I think it's mostly because of the ten dollar bill I pulled out for lunch. I guess your dad had forgotten to give you money that day because you targeted me. You wanted that money and you were going to have it.
You stepped in my path as I was walking up to the lunch line, arms crossed, cool, collected look on your face. Your blond hair fell in loose, silky strands and I could tell you conditioned to get it that way. I stared back at you with the same stare and I could feel the crowd pull around us before we had even spoken to each other.
"Give me that ten, snot hair."
I pulled then ten out slowly and people seemed to give a collective sigh of 'Damn, no show.' I surprised both you and them when I waved it in front of your eyes. "This? You want my money?"
"Yeah, give it to me, punk."
I handed it to you and you grinned happily. While you were too stupid to notice until it connected, I reached back and slugged you in the stomach. You keeled over in pain and I grabbed my ten back from you, taking it with me outside and I sat down in a bench, minding my own business.
*I* was surprised when you came up to me, people following you, wanting to see what would happen.
"Stand up! RIGHT NOW!"
I did as you said, putting my hands on my hips. "Yes?"
"Who do you think you are? NO ONE crosses me, you understand?"
"And no one crosses me, either. It THAT understood?"
"And *just* who are you, Mister High and Mighty?"
"I am Seto Shiai Kaiba. And you picked the WRONG person to mess with."
"Is that so? Well listen, you little Oriental freak, I--"
I launched on you, knocking you onto the ground, pounding my fists into your face, over and over again. The surrounding people egged me on as they shouted "fight, fight, fight!" I straddled your hips as you kicked and waved your arms wildly, attempting to knock me off. When you began to push against me, I grabbed you by the neck, pulling you forward, then, bam, cracking your skull against the pavement. I climbed off of you then, all this taking place in a matter of probably two minutes. You wheezed from the ground, trying to pull yourself up, covered in blood. I gave you one last kick. "I warned you; don't fuck with me."
You lost some of your edge you had with our peers. They didn't jump out of your way, but they still were scared of you. They wouldn't come near me. I felt lonely. They'd look when they thought I couldn't see them, then gasp when I DID look up. I hated them all. Just because I could defend myself against you, right? I never deserved any friends. I just wasn't good enough, was I? I was different. It didn't matter. I hated all of you anyway. I didn't want friends. I liked being alone. I'm not fooling you, am I?
I guess next time you were just caught at the wrong place at the right time. I was sitting in the park, minding my own business, but I guess you couldn't see me. I was crouched up next to a tree, laying my forehead on my knees when you tripped and fell against me. "You little shit!" I screamed, throwing you onto the ground.
You stared up at me, eyes wide. "S-Seto, I did--"
"Shut up!" I screamed at you, punching you in the mouth.
You launched back at me and I was a bit surprised after our earlier experience. Your fists flew at me and knocked me square in the neck, causing me to fall onto my knees, chocking. You stopped, trying to see if I was okay and I elbowed you in the stomach, knocking you down next to me. Now it was just a race of who would recover first. We began trying to suck in our breaths, only making it worse. While I was still gasping, I snaked my arm around your leg and knocked you down onto your back. I jumped on top of you and began slamming my fists into your body. Your fist comes up and cracks me in the jaw but that doesn't stop me. In fact, your fighting back only made me worse.
In blind rage, my fists rain down on your body. "I'll fucking kill you!" I screamed. I wasn't even sure why I was so mad. Yes I do. But you didn't. You figured it must have just be me. How I was. It wasn't. It was so much more. So much more.
My blows began to weaken as my screams turned to sobs. I fell over you, grabbing your shirt and sobbing. "N-no... Oh God no..."
This could have been your chance. You could have used this to your advantage. I was opening myself up. Making myself an easy target. But all you did was wrap your arms around me, laying my head on your chest, bringing me close. "It's okay, it's okay Seto. It's okay."
"No it's not!" I sobbed. "Don't touch me!" I fought against you, but you held me.
"Shhh, shh...it's okay." I tried to hit you, but you grabbed me by the wrists and held me. "Stop it, Seto. Please. I don't want to hurt you. Just...calm down."
I stopped and stared at him. "What did you say?"
"I'm not going to hurt you."
"What was that shit you started, then?"
"I wanted your ten, not a piece of you. Fuck... If you didn't carry around such big bills, you wouldn't attract so much attention."
"Maybe you should stop trying to take people's money."
"Maybe you should get off me before someone gets a funny idea." You raised your eyebrows, smiling innocently.
I jumped off you and held out my hand to help you up. You stared at it and finally took it. You began smoothing out your uniform, refusing to make eye contact with me.
"Wh-what did you say your name was?" I asked.
"I didn't." Your brown puppy-dog eyes finally locked with mine, a silly grin on your face. "I'm Joey Wheeler." You grabbed my hand, shaking it. "Seto, right? Something Kaiba?"
"Just Seto's fine. Technically my legal name is just Seto Kaiba now."
You nodded, a little confused. "Okay...why?"
"I was adopted...by Gozabo Kaiba."
"The multi-billionaire? Wow...talk about lucky."
I wasn't very enthusiastic. "Yeah, totally." It was my turn to avoid eye- contact. "You wouldn't..."
"Yes?"
"Nothing... I'll see you at school, Joey Wheeler."