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Life Isn't Always What You Want	By : Rochelle Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3268 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sometimes Life isn�t What You Want

I don�t own Yu-gi-oh
Author: Rochelle B

Rating: R/NC-17. It�s all about where you pick it up.

Status: Incomplete, Unbeated

Main Pairings thus far: Yami/Yugi, Seto/Jou, Honda/Otogi, and Ryou/Bakura. Everything else is up in the air.

Other: Jou/Honda, but more serious in the past and more playful in the present. Light Bakura/Jou, Bakura/Honda, and Jou/Otogi. Pegasus/Jou, Yugi, Ryou, Noa. Peggy�s a dirty perv folks who likes to go after young Ukes�but you knew that already.

Summery: (AU) When a new teacher arrives at Domino High he takes an interest in some of the boys and unlikely people become the greatest of allies.

Warnings: Yaoi, Sex, Rape/Non-con, Language, Violence, Cutting, Drug Use, Prostitution, Angst, Self-Mutilation, D/s, Dark Humor, Perverse Humor, Blackmail, Incest and some others things I can�t quite recall. Plus I ripped ideas from another story I was working on but will probably never finish, so it doesn�t matter. Yay.

Notes: About Jou�s abuse�I never said Jou�s father hit him. Noa, Honda, and Bakura just assume that it�s Jou�s father. And thus the fun part of multiple POV. Heh. Actually I wanted to take a different approach this time.

And, uh, I can spell probably. Just want to get that point across�

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Chapter Four: The Shit They Didn�t Tell You In School

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Jou pushed open the door of his apartment slowly, on the look out for his-
�Worthless piece of shit!� The fist connected with his chest and he stumbled back, winded. The same hand, deceptively thin and frail looking, tangled in his hair and hauled him inside. He went with little protest, knowing he couldn�t fight back. He was all but tossed to the floor.
He stared up at his attacker while rubbing his chest. Another bruise for the collection. She was standing above him, a hand on her hip while the other clutched a cigarette like it was some kind of fucking lifeline. She was tall, about his height, with long tangled red hair. Her amber eyes were bloodshot, her skin washed out and yellowed, as were her teeth and the tips of her fingers. She was wearing a threadbare dress and the raised tracks and needle marks on her arm were plain.
He had it on good authority that she�d once been beautiful, a truly stunning sight that had left young men in awe when she walked down the street. She�d married her high school sweetheart and gave birth to a son and for years they were a happy little family. Then she had a daughter, as beautiful and sweet as she had been. Things had been wonderful and his heart ached in the memory.
He could still see his sisters beautiful face in his mind�s eye and sometimes he wished it would just�fade away. Because she was dead. She was dead, had been dead for years, and he hated her with more passion that he felt about anything.
His sister had begun to go blind for a reason they were never really sure of. Jou was supposed to be watching her but he�d run off with Honda and she�d wandered out of the apartment and into the street. She�d never seen the drunk driver coming and his father had been too piss drunk (He�d lost his job that day and had taken a drink for the first time since Jou had been born) to identify his own child. His mother had never been the same. She couldn�t have any more children and even if she could they wouldn�t make up for her precious baby girl.
She blamed them both and cursed their very existence every time she was sober enough to remember what they had stolen from her.
He felt bad for the bitterness thoughts of his sister brought up. Felt like shit for hating her like he did, but he didn�t know what else he could do. His mother had changed when she died, become an angry hateful woman who hated her husband and hated her son and loved the needle. And Jou couldn�t hate her, because she was the woman who�d held him when he�d had nightmares.
You couldn�t hate your mother. Hating his sister was easier.
�Hi Ma.� He muttered. Her expression clouded and before he could move a foot came down on his ribs. He coughed and wheezed, curling in on himself the moment he was able.
�Where have you been Jou? I told you to be home early today! Your stupid shit of a father hasn�t paid Keith in a month and now he wants a piece of you.�
�Ma-� He trailed in a shriek when she dropped her cigarette, light end first, onto him. It burned through the thin fabric on his already ratty shirt and hit his skin before he could rid his body of it. He heard her laugh and winced at the harsh sound. It was nails on a blackboard and it made his skin crawl.
�Keith said to tell you he�d be in his apartment waiting. Buy me some candy while you�re there.� Her voice was a little distant now and she swayed on her feet. Jou barely had time to leap up and catch her before she collapsed. He cradled her in his arms and carefully carried her to the bedroom she shared with his father. Bottles and trash littered the floor along with soiled clothing, baggies, and needles.
The place smelt like�hell. He laid her down and pulled the dirty cover over her cadaverous body. She seemed more dead than alive at these moments. Her hand grasped his wrist and squeezed hard enough for him to feel the bones starting to grind together.
�You�ll do what I ask right Jou? Buy mummy some candy?�
He sighed, feeling bile well up in the back of his throat. �Yes Ma.�
She smiled that disturbingly gap-toothed smile. �Such a good boy you are Katsuya. Mummy doesn�t know what she�d do without you. Your father doesn�t take care of me like he used to.� Her grip didn�t loosen and instead became worse. Tears pricked his eyes. He wanted to pull away but was afraid to hurt her.
She hurt so much already�he couldn�t bear to make it any worse for her.
Almost as if some vengeful god heard his thoughts she moaned and let go of him to clutch her stomach. �Hurts so much Jou. Make it stop.�
�Okay.� He bent down to place a kiss to her forehead when she turned abruptly and lips as dry as paper pressed against his own. He jerked back, stomach churning. She just smiled glassy-eyed then rolled over to face the wall.
�Such a good boy.�
He shut his eyes for a moment, breathing in sharply. Then he turned, wrapping his arms around his body, and shuffled out. He closed the door shut after himself and headed down that hallway. It smelled like urine and alcohol, a welcome change from his parent�s room. The flickering light cast a sickly yellowish glow on the peeling orange-flowered wallpaper. The stairs weren�t even better, with only half of the light bulbs actually working. Four lights for nine flights of stairs, casting eerie shadows on the puke green walls and stairs.
He lived on the sixth floor. Keith lived on the ninth. It was the only decent floor in the place. The wallpaper had been painted a light blue color and cream carpet lined it. The doors had been painted over the summer, the same cream as the carpet. Jou smiled slightly as he walked past them. It wasn�t exactly his usual kind of paintjob but Keith had given him more money than he�d ever seen in his lifetime for it. It had been about three paychecks at the coffee shop.
He�d used the money to give his sister a proper headstone. Maybe it was his strange way of atoning for letting her die and for hating her the way he did.
Sometime he wondered if maybe he hated himself but he found thinking things like that just made the situation worse than it already was. He couldn�t afford for things to get any worse for him; life sucked so much already.
Keith had been talking about letting him do some painting inside the apartments sometime soon. Jou just hoped he didn�t bail on the idea; he could use the money. He raised his hand to knock on the apartment door at the very end of the hallway but it swung open. He wasn�t able to stop himself from knocking one of Keith�s biker lackeys in the nose and winced.
�Opps.�
�You fucking whore!� The man, whose name escaped Jou, snarled in a thick accent. British�maybe Australian. �I�ll fucking-�
�You�ll what?� Keith was standing behind him suddenly. His bandana was slung low over his brow but Jou could still see one of them quirk in mild amusement. �You wouldn�t dare lay a hand on what�s mine, now would you?�
�No sir.� The man muttered and, with one last hateful glare at Jou, pushed past him and stalked towards the steps. Keith chuckled and then pulled Jou inside and slammed the door shut, sliding the lock into place. Jou slide off his beat up sneakers and placed them next to Keith�s expensive looking ones.
�Hey kid. Your mother tell you I was looking for you?�
�Yeah. Said you wanted a piece of me.�
He tilted his head off to the side and followed Keith towards the man�s bedroom. While he technically had the same apartment that Jou had his was much nicer. It was done in muted earth tones and everything was plush and oversized. The carpet was shag and sometimes Jou swore he could sleep on the damn thing and be a hundred times more comfortable than he was in his own bed.
�well, mattress on the floor. Whatever.
Keith nodded and flopped back onto his bed. It was a four-poster with tan silk hangings and dark brown sheets to match. Jou hovered by the doorway, leaning against it. He had never really felt comfortable in Keith�s room; on his bed. He felt so�dirty in comparison to all of this expensive stuff. And he knew Keith�s cleaning lady winced every time she saw him.
�Only because when I tried to collect my money she tried to seduce me.� Keith muttered, wincing at the memory. Jou sighed and looked down at the floor. His small toe was poking through a hole in his left sock. �Hey kid com�ere. Sit down.�
Jou complied and, seeing Keith�s look of mild amusement, forced himself to relax. He sat cross-legged on the soft and couldn�t help but sigh as he looked up through the skylight Keith had installed above his bed. The sun was beginning to set. Noa had dropped him off after work and he�d been hoping to be able to crawl into bed and sleep.
�What�s wrong?�
�I didn�t get dat promotion at work.� Jou couldn�t help the bitter chuckle that escaped his lips. �I�ve been working for dat bastard for two and a half years but he goes and picks some girl who�s been there a month and a half just because she wear�s extra short skirts and gives great head. Supposedly. I probably give a better blow job dan her.�
Keith let out a bark of laughter and Jou offered a slightly twisted smile. That had sounded really bad and he knew it. He probably shouldn�t have said it. Keith reached up and pulled him down so he had his head pillowed on the older man�s chest. He could feel Keith�s heart beat and sighed softly as he curled up against his side.
�School sucks. I mean, art is great-�
�You�re great at it.�
�Flatterer. And Magi is cool per usual. Da new guy, Garten, hasn�t shown up at all the past three week so I get to hang with Magi for two classes. Pegasus, da weird teacher, is�well, he�s weird. Always smiling and waving his hands about and leaning in really close to some of da boys when they need help.� Jou shook his head. �He�s like some kind of weird child molester.�
Keith laughed again. �Think you may be over-reacting just a little bit?�
�Prolly.� Jou shrugged. Then he sat up and dug into his pocket. He pulled out a wad of bills and, with a slightly forlorn glance, put them on Keith�s dresser before resuming his former position. �The money my parents owe you.�
Keith nodded. �I don�t know why you pay off their debt. You should let them face their own actions. Doing business with a guy like me is stupid.�
�Your idea of letting people face their actions is cutting off fingers and toes.�
Keith�s smile was nothing short of feral. �If you�re so weak that you need to waste all of your money on the shit I�m selling, you deserve it. I mean, they come here, see the place I live and the ridiculous way I live, while they live in run down�squalor two floors down and instead of being angry they just keep pissing it away.�
�Some people need it.� Jou couldn�t help but tense up. He loved his parents no matter their flaws. And, as far as drugs went, he couldn�t really say he was a lot better. After all how often did he cut out and wander up to the school roof to forget his problems?
�Bullshit.� Keith�s fingers threaded through his hair. �There is nothing that drugs can solve that a little reality check couldn�t handle.� A sharp yank. Jou whined low in his throat. �I mean you too kid. I know what you do with your friends. I don�t approve.�
�Only because it�s Honda and Bakura.� Honda and Bakura had once, like Jou, been part of Keith�s gang. While Honda had run drugs and Bakura had beat the living hell out of people who couldn�t pay up, Jou had sat up here and kept Keith company.
So to speak. It was more to keep his parents out of intensive care than for money or anything like that. He hadn�t wanted the money really. Sides, Keith was a good guy once you got past the drug-selling thing. He took care of Jou to a certain extent. The door was always open (or at least Jou had a key) and the �frig was always stocked, as Keith liked to say.
Keith chuckled. �No. I�m glad they got out of this. Selling people death isn�t exactly the best business in the world. You were an oddly positive influence on them.�
�You�re weird Keith. You�re a drug dealer but you sound like some kind of �Just Say No� poster, or some shit like that.�
Keith shrugged. �I see it, but I don�t touch it. I�ve seen too many people fall apart.�
Jou rolled his eyes then rolled over so he was straddling Keith�s waist. �No one has ever fallen apart over a little pot Keith.�
�True.� Keith�s lips twitched. �I just don�t want to see the three of you at my door one day willing to sell your soul for a fix.�
�Your concern is staggering.�
�Someone�s gotta keep the kids in this building from falling to shit.� Keith was on of �them�. He�d grown up in the building, with a shit father and a whore mother. Now he owned it and went out of his way to keep the kids in the neighborhood safe. They worked for him but it was probably the safest work around. Before Keith a kid could get killed in the crossfire. Now people avoided the neighborhood for fear of Keith�s wrath.
The idea of Keith�s wrath seemed kind of funny. This was the guy who sat up with Jou and watched bad horror movies while letting him sit in his lap. He�d bought Honda�s motorcycle and paid Bakura�s bail every time he ended up in jail.
Wrath�
�I�ve invested my money Kid, if everyone around here escaped I wouldn�t fall into ruin.�
�You invested your money?�
�Of course.� Keith blinked up at him. �What kind of idiot doesn�t invest these days? Everyone with common sense gets a portfolio together.�
�Oh my god.� Jou couldn�t help but collapse into laughter.
�What?�
Jou tried to smother his laughter long enough to speak. �It�s just�you sound like a legitimate business man or something instead of a drug pusher.�
�Oi, I�m not a drug pusher.� He was shoved playfully but kept snickering nonetheless. �I�m a provider. Pusher sounds�like I�m forcing something on somebody.�
�Mmhmm.� An amused smirk. Keith rolled his eyes.
�I liked you better when you were terrified of me.�
Jou�s smirk widened. �Sure you did.�
�Eh.� He shoved Jou off and rolled to his feet. �Want me to have them killed?�
�Who?� Jou knew better than to just dismiss his words. Keith had more than a few corpses under his belts.
�Your boss, the teacher, the chit who took your job, your parents�� He made a vague gesture. �You name it and I�ll do it. You know I want to get you-�
�Away from it all. I know.� Jou smiled. And this guy was the most feared throughout Domino? �Thanks but I�m-�
�Waiting for your prince charming.�
Jou laughed. �Yeah. Besides Mai-�
�Would be pissed off? Pft.� Keith winked. �Mai loves you as much as I do kid. She�s pretty upset that you�re gay you know.�
Jou shook his head. Mai was Keith�s fiancée and one of Jou�s best friends. She�d never given any indication that she had a problem with Keith�s little indiscretions though Jou had noticed over the years that they dwindled from dozens to just him. Then again Mai was a unique woman. She ran an operation that rivaled Keith�s, plus had a legitimate perfume and cosmetics business. She had once said she didn�t mind if Keith screwed around because she was independent and didn�t need a man to moon over her or protect her.
As long as she had unlimited wallet access she was fine. And Keith was completely enamored with Mai. Apparently no woman had ever offered quite the challenge she had and it drove him insane in the best of ways.
They were weird.
�No killing. I�ll keep it in mind though.�
�I�m sure. Hungry?�
�Sure.� Jou started to get up to follow Keith to the kitchen when a flash of pain blinded him and the world fell into black.
When his vision faded back in he found that he was on the couch, shirtless, and that Keith was staring down at him in clear disapproval.
�Shit.�
�Indeed. Your bitch of a mother being hitting you again? I told her I�d ring her scrawny little neck if she-�
�Lay off. I should get back home.�
�You didn�t eat. I ordered Chinese.�
�Keith-�
�You will sit and eat kid. Period.�
�Fine.� He was secretly glad. He didn�t want to move anyway. His body hurt too much. Normally he was too high on painkillers to really feel it but the effects must have worn off while he was unconscious. He rolled over on his back and found his mind drifting to Honda. It was Saturday and that meant his parents would be getting into a �Holy Roll� as Honda called it.
Of all of the things Honda was, Christian wasn�t one of them. His parents weren�t happy about it.
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�Why won�t you just come to church with us this once?� Honda pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to block out the nasal whine of his aunt. She and her family lived next door and every Saturday they forced them together for dinner. They did the same on Sundays but Honda was blessedly excused from such events.
�Because I don�t like it.�
�It�s not supposed to be fun.� His father�s gruff voice from the table.
Honda snorted. �No shit.� His mother gasped as if she�d never heard him curse before. �I�m not going. I don�t like it.�
�If you would go I now you would feel the love of Christ. Once you feel it you can�t deny it.�
Honda blinked. �All the more reason to stay away while I can.�
His uncle didn�t get the joke apparently. �This is the influence of that boy, that�Katsuya kid. You were such a good kid until you meet him. You obeyed your parents, did your school work,�
�Sold drugs to make money.� Honda added mentally. It was scary how little people could know about their own relatives. If not for Jou and Bakura (and Noa to some extent) he�d be a very different person. He just rolled his eyes and nodded obligingly.
�Without Jesus you�ll allow sin to creep into your heart. You�ll fall victim to things like drugs, drunkenness, premarital sex and fornication-� He didn�t have the heart to tell them he�d already done all of that. �And homosexuality. I�ve heard things about your school you know. One of those teachers is supposedly living with another man. A Magi.�
His aunt looked as if she might faint as he she said it. He knew he shouldn�t say anything. The best way to deal with his family was silence. But at the mention of Sensei Magi he felt as if he had to say something in the man�s defense.
�You know I�m bisexual right?�
It had the desired effect. His father turned a sickly molted purple, his mother actually swooned, his sister sighed before glaring at him as if to say �great going asshole�, his uncle leapt to his feet and started screaming about sin and perversion, and his aunt hurried over to his mother�s side.
He just snickered and stood up. He walked away and his uncle followed still shouting. He grabbed his coat and headed for the door. He�d just crash at Bakura�s place for the night. They�d be over it by morning no doubt. They were pains in the behinds, but they loved him.
�I�ll be at Bakura�s. Number�s in my room, under Jou�s.� He paused for a moment then smirked. �You know I slept with Miho? And Jou? And that girl down the street. Twice. And I still don�t know her name?�
There was a crashing sound and his uncle made a noise like he was choking. Honda laughed and slipped out of the door.
That had been way too much fun to be legal.
He was going to hell and he didn�t even really believe in the place. He laughed out loud as he wheeled his motorcycle down the driveway.
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Sooo�what did you think? Don�t worry about Keith getting in the way of things; he�s just someone who will come in handy when Jou needs to escape his parents. Anyway, I promise review responses next chapter. I was lazy today.
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