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The dog, that was a tiger	By : Fel5 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > General Views: 1594 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Uhmm,
hehehe, looks like another long chapter�s ahead-damn, I just can�t seem to keep
�em short! Oh well, as long as you like it..^^
I am going
to reveal what Mokuba saw, soon, although after reading this chapter, you�ll
probably already know..
As for the
sudden genious streak-well, that�s my little secret(for now)!

Thanks for
reviewing so far, it gives my ego the needed boost(snicker!)

Btw, all OCs
in this fic are mine. Borrow them, leave a note, and then return them in one
piece. Arigato.

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3. Heat

Pushing the
door open with his left shoulder and kicking it closed after stepping into the
darkened appartment, Jou let his tired legs carry him straight into the tiny
kitchen.
Careful, he
placed the three plastic bags he had been carrying on the table before turning
to the battered steel counter.
He
collected all the dirty dishes and dumped them unceremoniously in the sink,
then filled it with water and some of the leftover soap crumbs. After wiping
the counter clean and tossing out several weird smelling packages from the
fridge, he went to the task of tyiding up the whole kitchen, never missing one
single speck of dust.
Finally, he
was done and could unpack the contents of the bags still resting on the table.
One by one, take-away packages, bowls and boxes were revealed and a faint, but
delicious smell wafted through the kitchen.
Jou was so
busy diverting the food into several portions and arranging a big plate filled
with tasty delights, that he didn�t even hear the door opening and closing, nor
the heavy footsteps coming closer.
�What the
hell�s going on here?� growled his father, causing Jou to jump a little, nearly
spilling the Udon.*
�Uhh,
hello, pop, I�m just fixing dinner. I�m freezing the leftovers, so we�ll have a
small stock. Whenever one of us get�s hungry, we take out a bag, let it sit in
some hot water for a while and have a nice meal.�
Unsteady,
his father came closer. Katsuya didn�t even have to look at him to know that he
was drunk; he reeked with the smell of cheap beer and even cheaper whiskey.
For several moments, his father stood there, watching him separate the different meals into small zip bags, then grunted:
�Looks
good. Smells better. Where�d cha get this stuff?�
Jou handed
him the big plate.
�Here, for
you, I thought, you might like some dinner.�
Tilting a
brow, his father nodded, then sat down at the clean table, hesitantly grabbing
the chopsticks which lay by his usual place. Picking up a tiny amount of food,
he tested it carefully on his tongue, and his eyes widened in surprise.
Without any
further addo he dug into his meal, polishing off every last noodle and grain of
rice.
By the time
he settled back in his chair, Jou had finished dividing and freezing the meals
and had made each of them a cup of tea, with which he now replaced his father�s
empty plate. Giving a half smile, he picked up his own cup, said good night and
headed for the door.
A large,
brawny hand wrapped around his left wrist and his father tsked.
�You didn�t
answer my question, boy. Where did you get all this food from?� He shot him a
cold look.
�I hope,
you haven�t been going around the neighbourhood or begging at some charity
place, did you?�
Katsuya
blushed a little, but from anger that his father would even assume something
like this.
�Of course
not! I�m not a leech!� he hissed through clenched teeth.
The fingers
around his wrist tightened.
�Then where
did you get it from, huh?� demanded his father. Jou only glared at him and
answered in the same tone:
�You let
go, I tell you.� His father only smirked.
�How about
this: you tell, and I let go. Agreed?� Huffing, Jou twisted around, so he could
put his cup on the table.
Brushing
his bangs back, he replied calmly:
�I got a
job, kitchen helper, over at Ogawa�s. Doesn�t pay for much, but I can
take all the food, which didn�t sell, home for free. Plus, I won�t miss any
lessons, so no need for you to worry about me failing school.�
There was
an eerie silence, then his father rasped:
�You got a
job.�
�Yeah.� Jou
waited patiently for his father to release his wrist.
What he
didn�t expect, however, was being pulled by the very same wrist and thrown
direction the kitchen door. He swerved around instinctly and braced himself
for the impact. With a faint thud, he hit the wall and winced, as he felt the bruise on his right shoulderblade worsen.
His father
stood next to the table, his face a mask of agony, defeat and hatred, as he
came closer and roared:
�You got
a job? You pathetic, useless, no-good son-of-a-bitch got a job, and me
not?�
Katsuya�s
jaw dropped, he knew his father might not take it well, seeing as he got fired
just last week. But even if, and even in his semi-drunken state, there was no
reason to react like this. What was going on here?
The elder
man�s raging had reached a new peak, as he grabbed the chair and threw it
against the counter, where it shattered into splittered plastic parts.
�I have all
the needed experience, knowledge, qualifications and references, but you
get the bloody job! How come? Oh no, don�t tell me, let me guess: you offered
the boss some �special services� didn�t you? You�re letting him have his way
with you, so he agreed to hire you! You�re a whore, just like your mother! I
should have let her take you with her, then maybe my life wouldn�t be such a
living hell!�
Now it was
Katsuya�s turn to get mad, as he yelled back:
�Don�t you
dare talk about mom like that! She is a nice, decent woman, who cares a lot
about both of us! And as for her not taking me along, somebody had to stay here
and look out for you, didn�t I? I mean, everybody needs a purpose in life, and
raising a kid is one of the best ones, as far as I�ve heard. But then again,
how should you know, right?�
His father
seethed with hatred as he stormed towards him, fist aiming for his head. Jou
swiftly ducked and flipped, letting his father�s punch hit the wall. Moving to the far end of the kitchen, Katsuya glared at him.
�You�re
always blaming everybody else for your bad luck, but did it ever occur to you,
that you�re the one who shies people away?�
He ducked
again, as a broken chair leg flew past him. The short distraction was enough
time for his father to rush him, and the next thing Jou was aware of was the
kitchen counter taking a leap towards him. He rolled, protecting his head with his arms, a split-second before white hot pain exploded in his left hipbone.
Several
moments, all was quiet, except for his father�s ragged breathing and his own,
occasional groan, then his father declared:
�She
doesn�t care about either of us. If she did, then why didn�t she show up here, huh? I know from Fukuda next door that her and Shizuka were both in town,
because he saw them strolling through the mall, following you like a couple of
trained dogs! You spent all that money for your sister�s operation plus the
travel from Osaka over here and back, and they never even bothered to come and
see where we live! They only felt obliged to you, because you paid for their
expenses, but they didn�t even bother to visit your home! Neither one of them cares
about anyone of us!�
Gritting
his teeth, Jou pulled himself into an upright position. Once he stood, he
locked eyes with his father.
�That�s not
true. They wanted to come and see you, come and see, how we lived. I
wouldn�t let them.�

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Hehehee,
and the suspense is killing you! Warning: the next chapter will be swarming
with flashbacks.
*Mmmmhh, Udon,
I love Udon, who doesn�t love Udon, how can anybody not love Udon.?
(Trails off,
as images of large bowls filled with Miso and Udon flood her mind) Droooooooool..^^
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