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Who are you to tell me what I know?	By : KitsuneSeven Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1986 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer : I do not own YuGiOh or any of its respective characters. I have gained absolutely no money in the creation of this work. I do, however, hold claims to the story�s main plot.
Secondary Disclaimer : Was not mentioned before, so I�ll do it now. I do not know anything about people who become physically disabled from the waist down. I do not know what kind of therapies they go through or what theirs lives turn into. So, let it be known that this entire story is fictional in all aspects. If I get something right, then hey, that�s awesome. Otherwise, I have no idea what I�m talking about, but still hope you enjoy anyways.

Summary : Why would this stupid mutt risk his life to save that of the man he despises most? And claiming to repay someone doesn�t always mean you�re not getting something out of the situation as well. Yaoi, SXJ, JXS

Warnings : Contains Shounen-ai, Yaoi, sex between two males, abuse, death, physical disabilities, Anzu bashing, and lots more fun stuff. Oh, and swearing.
Many endless thanks to JohnnyJosh for being such a wonderful Beta!!!

Who Are You To Tell Me What I know?

Chapter IV

�The Next Month�

�Who are you to tell me what I know, what to do?�
�A friend.�
�Oh bullshit! I get shot in the back, get disabled for what�s most likely to be the rest of my life, and all you�re worried about is that the one man who, yes, I have not gotten along with through the years, but has offered me a place to live, and you just want to still hold a grudge against him?! Where the hell were you while I was in the hospital? Where were you when I needed a friend the most? Too damned worried about running into Kaiba and getting into another damned argument! It wasn�t you who offered me and my sister a place to live! It wasn�t you who was there to make sure I came out of surgery with my mind still intact!�
�You just don�t get it! This guy hates you, and you hate him! He�s probably just using you to get to Shizuka! Gods only know what he might do to the both of you! Get your head out of your ass and open your eyes!�
�Why don�t you follow your own advice?! At least he was there! You hardly even know him! All you know is the cold bastard we were stuck with in high school. He�s different.�
�Listen to yourself! It�s like you�re in love with the asshole! A man can�t change in a month!� Jonouchi fought to suppress a blush at his friend�s comments. Was he really that transparent? No, he was just rattling off whatever came to his stupid little mind.
�Just get the fuck out! You�re not worth the time to argue with!� If he had been able to walk, he would have turned his back to the brunette fin-haired male before him. So instead, he worked his arms in turning his chair and proceeding out of the room. Honda could find his own damned way out of the manor, if a maid or butler or whatever didn�t throw him out first. He didn�t need to stand for this, not from someone he thought his friend.
�Fine, but don�t expect me to be the shoulder you cry on with the dirty bastard throws you out on your ass!� In a storm the brunette forced his way out of the house, nearly tearing the heavy oak door from its hinges.
Jonouchi paused, halfway between the lavish living room and the spacious entryway. Guess it just goes to show, when you need them the most, you find out who your friends are.
�He�s a stubborn one, isn�t he?� Katsuya jumped slightly, not expecting the icy voice behind him. Looking up, he saw the corporate executive standing just to his right, looking off at the still open door to his home.
�Yeah, I guess�� Returning his bronze gaze before him, Jonouchi pushed himself fully into the entryway, down the hall towards the kitchen. Maybe a bit of food would help calm his nerves. He heard the brunette follow him, though never bothered to look back.
�Have you been able to confront your friend Yugi yet on what�s happened?� The brunette took his seat at the kitchen�s island countertop, placing his laptop upon it and opening the portable computer, diving once more into his ever-constant work. Now that he was finished with that boring time-consuming thing as high school, Seto could keep up with his work a lot easier.
�Yeah, and he and Yami are fine with it. Well, not so much fine, as understanding. At least they know what�s going on and aren�t biting my head off because of it.� With a bit of difficulty, the blonde pulled open the refrigerator door, scanning its contents for something quick to eat.
�Hnn�� Kaiba was only half listening, Jonouchi knew. But at least he was there, listening. The clicking of the keys as the brunette typed away was a bit distracting, but Katsuya didn�t really care. A small bag of grapes on the top shelf caught the blonde�s eye, and as he went to reach for them, he fall out of the sleek black wheelchair, right onto his face.
�Gah!� At the sound of the other male colliding with the floor, Seto�s head popped up from behind his laptop�s neon screen. With a sigh mingled with a bit of laughter, the brunette stood from the tall stool at the island, and walked around to the fridge.
�Maybe we should have a seatbelt installed for you, pup.� Jonouchi was struggling to turn himself over onto his back. �Here, let me help you.� As Seto stooped to help the blonde, he was a little shocked to find himself being pushed away.
�No, I can do this.� His voice was strained, and Kaiba knew the mutt was still weak. But he stood none the less, watching the blonde struggling to turn himself over. As he continued to watch Jonouchi, he fought to keep his face void of expression. He just wanted to help his puppy. Make everything better.
When Katsuya was finally sitting, facing his chair, the real trouble came trying to get into the wheelchair once more. He struggled to both pull himself up, and turn around into the chair, without pulling the contraption down atop himself. After the fifth attempt, the blonde finally turned up to the male watching him.
�I guess a little help wouldn�t hurt�� With a smile that quickly hid itself behind a smirk, Seto bent down before Jonouchi, while the blonde wrapped his arms around the other�s neck. With a huff, the CEO stood, pulling the mutt up with him, and turned to place him back into his chair.
�What were you trying to get, anyway?� The question came as Katsuya withdrew from the brunette�s warm embrace, straightening himself in the wheelchair.
�Those grapes on the top shelf. Just needed something small to eat. It�s alright, I�m not hungry anymore anyways.� He would have gotten away with the lie if his stomach hadn�t grumbled nearly as soon as he was finished with the statement. The blush that crept over his face was rather adorable, to Seto�s eyes. But that didn�t mean his outward expression changed at all. Without a second thought, he reached into the refrigerator and pulled out the grapes, placing them gently in Jonouchi�s lap. Not saying a word, he returned to the other side of the islandic countertop, taking his seat on one of the tall stools, and delved back into his work. Silently, Katsuya set out on his way, back to the living room, to try to relax.
Damn that idiot mutt! What was wrong with him?! Seto knew he had begun looking at the blonde in a new light long ago. But that had never changed the way he treated the male. What was so different now? Just because they were living under the same roof? Just because he had, for a few brief moments, held the other in his arms almost intimately; been able to feel his warm body pressed against his own, felt his smooth cheek brushing his own, inhaled his intoxicating scent that sent the brunette�s mind spinning? No! He wouldn�t change that easily!
But Jonouchi� He had been through so much, even within the past few months. He had been shot, trying to save Seto�s own life. Been officially announced disabled from the waist down, possibly for the rest of his life. Been confined the a wheelchair that he always seemed to be falling out of. Brought to a new home with no idea what his family cared. Maybe, just maybe�. At least a little� No! He was Seto fucking Kaiba! His rivals were his rivals! He was simply paying Katsuya back for saving his live!
But� Since when did he call him Katsuya�?
Said blonde jumped slightly at the sudden sound of something colliding with something else. It vaguely reminded him of when he would haul off and hit a wall when he was frustrated. Reaching over to the coffee table beside him, he picked up the television remote, turning on the expensive contraption. Ah, the evening news�. Boring! He changed the channel. Local sports. Who cared? Soap Opera. Not interested. Game show. Hmm� Leaning back slightly in his permanent confines, he picked a grape off of the dead vine, popping it into his mouth without hesitation. But even this quickly lost his attention.
Time passed in a long daze for the blonde, even just in one day. He had fallen asleep at some point in the living room, having eventually changed the channel to the �ancient� American version of Planet of the Apes. Being half American himself, Jonouchi had always been fascinated by the culture. He had awoken upon the couch, wheelchair beside him, and Mokuba and Shizuka laughing between themselves on the loveseat just across from him. He hadn�t made any movement at first, not wanting to disturb the two. It was so good to see his younger sister smiling and laughing as she had before. She had been taking everything just as hard as Jonouchi�
But eventually a cramp in his neck set in, and the blonde forced himself to move. As predicted, the two hushed as soon as they took notice to him. Forcing himself into a sitting position, Jonouchi�s amber gaze cast itself upon his younger sister and the younger Kaiba boy, a smile gracing his features. He opened his mouth to question them, but was cut short by Shizuka�s quick movements.
�Nii-san, I�m so glad you�re awake. Here!� She had crossed the large space between the couch and loveseat in but a few quick steps and had sat beside her brother. On the table, which the blonde hadn�t even noticed, was a small plate of sandwiches and grapes, as well as 4 tall glasses of tea.
A/N: I know, it�s a horrible place to end the chapter, but I�ve been holding onto this chap for a long while and hate that I haven�t updated yet. So, I�ll figure things out, and promise a longer chapter in less time next time. Best regards, and please take a second to review. Thanks.

~Kitsune Seven
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