Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or references from Yugioh as they belong to Kazuki Takahashi only. No money was gained from writing this story.

Warning: Abuse, Violence, and Language.

Summary: When Jounouchi didn't show up for school for several days, it was deemed Kaiba's responsibility to deliver his homework. But after a gruesome discovery made by Kaiba, it will take a mircale to help Kaiba heal Jounouchi's scars, both physical and emotional. Not to mention restore his eyesight.

Comfortably Numb

Chapter One: Is There Anybody In There?

The sky is nothing but an overwhelmingly large foggy cottonball, filled with the tears from the heavens that are threatening to burst into millions of crystal droplets. Coal black and smudgy grey are the colour of the clouds as they swirl about in the blocked out sky. Flashes of lightning dominate the skies and tremendous roars of thunder can be heard in the distance. I deeply inhale the scent of fresh rain while the wind blows roughly against my body as I walk into the large structure known as Domino High School. Of course, I did not have to walk all the way from my mansion to school with the threat of rain. I just simply had my limo drop me off while most others walked.

When I stepped in my first hour class, there was something that I noticed immediately. There was no Jounouchi Katsuya slouching in his seat lazily like usual. This would be the third day in a row he has not come to school. I mentally sighed and put a frown on my face to show my obvious dislike towards the teacher, Mr. Hostetler. In a few long strides I reached my desk and sat down, competely ignoring Yugi's annoying hello. This of course earned me a pitiful glare from Misaki and Hiroto and did not phase me one bit. Rather sad how my submissive employees cringe and cower under my hateful glare and would laugh their asses off at the pathetic glares I was recieving at the moment.

"Is Mr. Jounouchi not here today again?" Mr. Hostetler asked.

"Jounouchi is not here..." Yugi replied in a morose sounding voice.

Mr. Hostetler made some marks on a piece of paper attatched to a clipboard before clearing his throat. "Well, since it has been so long since he has been here, somebody needs to take his homework to him after school. How about you Mr. Kaiba?"

I look up at him sharply, my eyes greeting his with a harsh glare. Did he really expect me to give up my precious time so that I could waste it taking Jounouchi's homework to him? Certainly that stupid teacher would have some common sense by now. Like hell I will waste my time on that idiot.

"I am a very busy man Mr. Hostetler, I do not have time to take out of my day to waste on Jounouchi." I crossed my arms to emphasis my point. He stared at me for a moment or so before his eyes narrowed.

"Well Mr. Kaiba, how about you take his homework to him or I'll give you a dentention. How does that sound?" Mr. Hostetler crossed his arms, repeating my actions to annoy me.

"Whatever. Just do not ask me to do it again." I glared at him before taking out yesterday's homework and slamming it onto my desk in an unmannerful way. Mr. Hostetler gritted his teeth and glared but said nothing more as he grabbed it. A smirk crawled on my face and I leaned back in my chair the way Jounouchi would normally do. It pissed off the teacher but I'm Seto Kaiba, therefore I do whatever I please.

Math class went by swiftly and merged into my second period class, Science. It was easy and time moved by as quick as it had last hour. Before I knew it, the end of the school day was coming to a close. Currently I had Jounouchi's homework shoved in my briefcase. I'm not sure why I put that loser's homework in there but it was one way of carrying them. Before I could leave school, I had to go to the Principal's office to recieve Jounouchi's address. When I saw where he lived I frowned. He lived in the shittiest part of town.

I called for my limo as always and directed the driver to take me to where Jounouchi lived. When we got there, the first thing I saw was the apartment complex. It was made of red bricking and had few windows, much like a prison. There were some green vines crawling along the sides of the complex that covered some of the windows too. Talk about horrible maintenence.

I stepped out of the limo and immediately the wind rushed past me. The sky was still a mixture of black and gray clouds that were threatening to release their captive raindrops. I tilted my head and felt a single droplet of water hit my cheek. The smell of rain was heavy and present in the air. I sighed and held on tightly to the piece of paper with the apartment door number, not wanting it to escape in the wind.

I climbed up two flights of creaking metal stairs that did not unnerve me the slightest bit. My limo driver stood by the limo door, watching me carefully to make sure nothing bad happened. I took a sharp left and walked down a long stretch of doors until I reached the last one. Number six-hundred sixty-six. Just the door number looked strange to me but something else seemed weird. The window beside the door let no traces of light through. If Jounouchi was sick as many people believed, he should be home and therefore the lights should be on.

I knocked on the door anway just to see if he was home. I waited for a minute that merged into two then finally three full minutes. No sound of anyone coming to the door and still no lights flickered on. I frowned and put my hand on the doorknob and turned. The door was unlocked and swung in due to the extreme winds. No one appeared to be home but I stepped inside, not bothering to shut the door as this visit was going to be short one.

I explored around, walking into the kitchen and dinining room and one of the bedrooms. Perhaps Jounouchi was in the other bedroom. I opened the door and was greeted by darkness. But even in the dark room I could see a shape laying against the nightstand. Something did not feel right to me. My hand felt along the wall for a switch and when that light turned on, I instantly regretted ever being able to see.

Blood. There was lots of blood. Spatters of the red liquid covered Jounouchi's almost bare body save for the oversized white tee-shirt he was wearing. That too was soaked in blood. I dropped my briefcase in shock. It looked like somebody got massacered by a chainsaw. I looked at his face. Jounouchi's head rested on the nightstand. His eyes were open but cloudy, as if he were blind. His skin was ghostly pale and his hair was limp as well.

"Jounouchi?" I did not recognize my own voice. It was laced in fear with a big blood red bow on top. He did not respond, he only blinked but did not bother to look at me. It was as if he was in another world. As if there was nobody home. I took one shakey step after another until I was by his side. I stooped beside him and shook his shoulder. He almost fell fowards but my quick thinking and fast reflexes stopped him from hitting the floor.

I turned his body so that he was facing me. His eyes were still open and his breathing shallow. I took a closer look at his eyes, leaning foward to do so. They were very cloudy indeed, as if something had struck him in the eyes. Jounouchi blinked again and seemed to finally realize I was there. I reached out to touch his face, just to see what would happen. His hand shot out and had my wrist in a death grip.

"...n-no..." He gasped out as if his lungs were laboring for air. Out of curiosity I used my other hand to lift his shirt up. What I saw made my skin crawl and my blood turn icey. There was a stab wound where his left lung was and the bloody numbers 666 carved in his skin. I heard a clattering noise and looked to see a bloody knife laying on the ground but it had not been there before.

"Jounouchi!" I shouted. He himself had done this to himself! Why else would he have dropped a bloody butcher knife? I pulled my hand free from his grip and lifted him in my arms. He was very lightweight to my surprise. His head rested against my chest as if he was listening to my own rapidly beating heart. On the way out of his room I managed to grab my briefcase as well. A very difficult thing to do when you have yours arms full of a severely injured person.

When I got outside the rain was coming down in sheets. The scent of rain almost unbearable. Lightning lit up the entire sky while thunder boomed in the distance. I went down the flights of metal stairs quickly and to my waiting limo. The driver appeared to be surprised but opened the door so I could lay the blond in the backseat. I sat down and lifted Jounouchi so that his head was restly comfortably on my lap.

"Where to?" The driver asked once he was in the front seat.

"The mansion. And be sure to call our personal doctor and have him get ready to treat a stab wound patient." I said while staring down at the blond. His hand reached out blindly, trying to find something in front of it to grasp on to. His eyes darted around quickly. Then it hit me hard. Jounouchi... could not see.

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