Warning: Will contain male/male relationships, coarse language and sexual situations. If you read and did not like 'Lusty and Busty' or if you do not like the coupling of Joey Wheeler and Seto Kaiba please leave now. You have been warned.
Blue Without YouBy Greygallows
"Yo teach I gotta go!" Joey Wheeler waved his hand violently in the air and wriggled with discomfort in his seat.
The teacher didn't look up from the pile of papers she was shuffling on her desk. "Shhh, Mr. Wheeler. We are in the middle of a test."
"But…"
"Shush." Beady black eyes glared at him. "Just because you have no respect for the exciting world of algebra, it does not give you a right to disrupt the class."
Joey opened his mouth to reply, but the scowl the teacher sent him silenced his next remark.
"Better close that trap of yours mutt, before a fly buzzes in," Kaiba smirked from the desk to Joey's left.
Joey clenched his teeth and glared at the brunette beside him. Of all the people he had to be assigned to sit next to, he was stuck beside the rich pig.
"Although," Kaiba looked thoughtful, "You've never said no to any type of food, so why should a fly be any different."
Joey slammed a fist on his desk and jumped to his feet, "That's it Kaiba, you are so dead!"
"Mr. Wheeler!"
Joey's gaze snapped from glaring deadly daggers at Kaiba to the furious teacher at the front of the room. Joey pulled at the collar of his white t-shirt and smiled angelically at his teacher, "Hee, hee. Um…sorry." Then he dropped back into his seat.
"One more outburst from you Mr. Wheeler and I'll send you to the principal, got it?"
Joey nodded as he slumped down in his chair. He could hear the other students in the class snickering at him. He glanced to his right and saw the pity in Yugi's purple eyes. Then his eyes glanced to the left and saw a self-satisfied sneer on Kaiba's face. Joey balled his fists at his sides, fighting the urge to strike that look right off Kaiba's smarmy face.
Dammit! All he'd wanted to do was use the washroom! At the thought, he began to fidget in his seat again. Damn, he'd almost forgotten. The pressure in his bladder became unbearable as he shifted from side to side a pained grimace on his face. "I promise never to drink an 84oz Super Gulp before class ever again," he whispered to himself.
He just couldn't stand it as he jerked back and forth in a frenzied state, he didn't know how much longer he could hold it. His hand shot in the air to wave frantically. So what if she sent him to the principal's office, at least he could stop off to use the washroom first.
The teacher sat quietly marking the homework they had handed in at the beginning of class. He knew she knew that he was trying to get her attention, yet she refused to acknowledge him. Maaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnn. Okay, so maybe it was his own fault. Hey, the frog in her desk drawer had only been a joke. And if she chose to hate anyone, she should hate Tristan for making the bet with him in the first place. It wasn't Joey's fault he never backed down from a dare. And he himself had caught the frog after it had jumped on her head and um… caused her wig to shift lopsidedly on her head. But he had caught it again, before it could do anymore damage. Man, teachers sure could hold a grudge.
Joey looked at the clock on the wall and cringed, fifteen more minutes till the bell. He couldn't make it, he just couldn't.
A hacking sound came from his left and he shifted to watch Kaiba having a coughing fit. Kaiba put the book down that he was reading (he had finished the test ages ago) and put a long slim arm in the air.
The teacher looked up and Joey took the opportunity to swing his arm wildly. "Yes Mr. Kaiba?"
What? Here he was suffering severely in his desk and that jerk just has a tickle in his throat (which sounded suspiciously fake to Joey's ears) and the teacher calls on Kaiba.
"I need a glass of water," Kaiba growled.
The teacher motioned to the pitcher and glass that always occupied the corner of her desk. Kaiba smoothly got to his feet and smirked at Joey's squirming form as he walked to the front of the class.
Kaiba lifted the pitcher from the desk and glanced up to pin Joey with a smug look. Joey nearly jumped out of his seat as Kaiba began to pour the water sloooowwly into the glass. Joey groaned, locking his knees together in the hopes of keeping control. Breathe, breathe. Damn that Kaiba! I'll get him!!!!! Kaiba kept his eyes burning into Joey's, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. Then the water started to come faster, splashing turbulently into the glass. Gah!!! Hold on, hold on! Think of something else, anything! Joey closed his eyes in pain, knowing the true meaning of Chinese water torture. Then beautiful silence came to his ears. He opened one eye cautiously to see Kaiba paused over the glass, the pitcher hovering dangerously close. Joey's eyes silently pleaded with the cerulean gaze, he gritted his teeth as he saw the evil glint appear in the brunette's eyes once more. The pitcher tilted slightly over the glass, a slow sprinkle of water tinkling into the glass. He'd pour then stop, pour then stop.
Cold sweat broke out on Joey's forehead as his eyes roamed around the classroom, hoping to find something to get his mind off of the pain. He bit his lip ruthlessly, it would stop soon, it just had to. It finally did and Joey gazed at Kaiba, to watch as the boy's lean fingers lifted the glass to his lips and began to drink. Joey could see the malicious laughter in Kaiba's icy eyes and gritted his teeth. The jerk was enjoying this too much. Well, he'd get his later. Just thinking of all the nasty things he would do to the rich pig brought a grim smile to his lips. Freakin'jerk.
Joey watched as Kaiba swallowed the last gulp of water and wiped his dripping mouth on his coat sleeve with a quick jerk.
Joey relaxed slightly, sliding into his seat with relief. Then to his complete horror, Kaiba picked up the pitcher of water and started his torment all over again. No!!! Joey's mind screamed as he dropped his head onto his desk and covered his ears with his hands. He couldn't take it anymore as he twitched compulsively in his seat.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
His scream was obliterated by the sound of the bell ringing. He jumped to his feet and gathered his books awkwardly into his arms and fled the room.
"Joey wait!"
Joey cringed at the sound.
"Friends don't run away from friends!"
Joey twirled around to confront the annoying brunette, "Hey Tea."
"Friendship is really important. I mean, where would we be if we didn't have friends? People to count on…"
Joey shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. Damn, why did she have to start this now? He closed his eyes trying to block out the urgent message in his lower body and the yammering friendship speech coming to his ears.
Joey grabbed the first person to walk by him and glanced down into wide purple eyes, "Yo Yug."
Joey really hated to do this to his best bud, but he was desperate and would pay him back later. "Tea would like to discuss the important aspects of friendship with you."
Yugi goggled at Joey, horror shining in his eyes. Joey could read the silent plea Yugi sent him, but ignored it as he turned and ran down the hall. Hey, he had an emergency!
"Hey wait! Joey! That's not very friendly!"
Damn. Why couldn't it have been anyone else but Yugi? Man, if only it had been Kaiba. The look on the uptight CEO's face would have been priceless. Joey would have peed his pants laughing. Gah! Where the hell's the bathroom!
Joey took off down the hall, hopping awkwardly as he tried to run and tried to keep his knees together at the same time. He saw the bathroom coming into view, so close, so close. Ah, what a heavenly sight.
He flung the door open and rushed over to the urinal. He leaned his forehead against the wall as a wave of relief came over him. Finally. How he had made it through class and Kaiba's torment, he didn't know. But when he caught up with the rich jerk, there'd be hell to pay.
He straightened away from the wall as he started to taper off. When he was finished, he pulled up the fly to his jeans and walked over to the sink. He reluctantly placed his hands into the stream of water, wondering if he would forever be traumatized by the sight of the clear liquid. Then a frightening vision caught his eye in the mirror before him. He wheeled around to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him. A group of boys were standing in front of a bathroom stall and Joey distinctly heard a spluttering sound.
Joey moved up behind them and tried to peek over their massive bodies.
"Hey what's goin'on?"
One of the guy's (who appeared to be the leader) whirled towards Joey and pointed a finger, "Get him!"
Joey jumped back, evading the hands that reached out to grab him. Dammit there were at least six of them. He'd never taken on more than four and won. Ignoring the thought, he brought his fists up and taunted, "Come and get me."
One foolish gang member came barreling at Joey, his long black hair flying out behind him. His head was down, black eyes blazing with violence. Joey danced out of the way, waving a paper towel as the guy ran past him, "Ole."
"Think you're pretty funny, don't you pretty boy?" The leader stepped forward, hard muddy brown eyes glaring at the blond. A puny orange ponytail tied at his neck.
Joey shrugged, "Can't help it, it comes naturally. Like your ugly face."
"Get him Alphonse!"
The leader glared at the gangly boy who stood beside him, "I told you not to call me that! My name is Slaughter!"
"Sorry."
Slaughter turned back to the blond as a barrage of laughter came to his ears. Joey was bent over with mirth. "Hey, no offense Al, but couldn't ya think of something with more of a ring to it? How about Doctor Rotten? Or Captain Knucklehead?"
"No one calls me Al!!!!" Slaughter lunged towards Joey, catching the smaller boy around the waist and bringing him down to the floor with a thump. Joey gasped sharply as the air was knocked out of his lungs, coming out of his daze just as a beefy fist crashed into his stomach. He groaned, curling slightly from the sting. Damn, he'd grown soft hanging around Yugi.
Joey rammed his knee into a very sensitive place on Slaughter's body, eliciting a foul curse from the older boy and giving Joey the chance to roll out from under the boy's heavy weight.
"Damn, Al. If you didn't like my suggestions, ya just had to say so. I've got plenty more where they came from."
"Laugh now pretty boy, cause when I'm through with you, you'll wish you were dead." Slaughter glared rising to his feet.
"How about the Lord of Lunacy?"
"Grr…"
"King of the Crotch Crickets?"
Joey noticed two of the gang members inching towards him, and backed up until he felt the firm support of the wall behind him. As long as he faced them head on he'd be fine. They came at him, their eyes flashing with vengeance. Joey ducked as the first fist came at him and he shot out a foot in retaliation, the satisfying crunch reverberated through the room as one thug hit the floor with a pained yelp. He felt an iron grip grasp the collar of his uniform, slamming him back against the wall. The second thug smashed a fist into Joey's stomach, causing the blond to double over and wheeze for breath.
Joey's hand curled protectively around his aching stomach as he straightened, "Is that all you've got, ya pansies?"
This time they were smarter as they stood in a line and began to advance on him. His eyes widened in panic and gazed at the door quickly, just a few steps to freedom. But then he heard the spluttering noise coming from behind the gang and knew he couldn't leave the kid alone with these jerks. Besides, he'd never run from a fight before.
"Ooh, I'm really scared." Joey took a running leap kicking out with his legs, trying to hit as many of them as he could. It was a foolish idea as he felt a pair of arms snake out and grab his feet, causing him to land painfully on the hard floor. They converged on his still form, six pairs of sneakers slamming into every inch of his flesh.
"What's this? The situation not so funny anymore?" Slaughter spat as he came to stand before Joey's shaking form. He grabbed a hunk of golden hair in his fist, pulling Joey's head up to sneer into his honey colored eyes. Then Slaughter leaned back, putting all his weight into the blow he landed on the blond's jaw. Joey's head snapped back, a sickened cracking sound echoed through the room as his head slammed against the floor.
Joey was too winded to fight off the hands that latched onto his arms as he was dragged into the middle of the room. Joey slumped to the floor, a kaleidoscope of colors blinding his vision. He slowly reached a hand up to his pounding head and wondered how he had stayed conscious.
He tried to stumble to his feet, but two beefy hands clenched onto his shoulders and jerked him to his feet. Slaughter's fingers reached out to press firmly against the bruise that had appeared on the blond's jaw, Joey cringed from the pain, willing himself not to cry out. Then Slaughter's fingers moved on caressing the thin line of blood dripping from Joey's busted lip, smearing it across his cheek. "Not so pretty now, are you?"
"Let go of me, ya jerk!"
Slaughter grabbed Joey's jaw and brought their faces within an inch. Joey was so close to the orange haired bully he could see the blackheads poking out of Slaughter's skin. "Someone needs to be taught a lesson."
Joey tried to glare at him, but the effort sent shots of pain through his head. Instead, he slashed out with words, "Someone needs a breath mint. What'd ya have for breakfast? A bowl of shit?"
A red flush came to Slaughter's face as he began to shake violently. Joey watched with wide honey eyes, hoping that the flush and shaking came from suppressed laughter rather than suppressed violence.
Then a malicious smile came to the leaders face as he dragged Joey's protesting body over to the bathroom stalls. Joey tried to jerk out of his iron grip, but the other gang members had made an impregnable wall between him and freedom.
"We'll see who eats shit, pretty boy."
Tbc??? Will Joey be forced to eat shit? It is up to you dear reader, you hold Joey's fate in your hands. Will Yugi get out of Tea's clutches? Will Joey get his revenge against Kaiba? Will Joey be silly enough to drink another 84oz Super Gulp before class? Will someone offer Slaughter a breath mint? Does anyone care? Please review, Joey's life depends on it.