HowtoLaughOutLoud

Origin of Symmetry
By Misster Cackles
Rating: M
Warnings: Yaoi, rape, abuse, darkfic

Chapter Two - Screenager

Who's so phoney and always surrounded?
Stop your screaming, no one can hear
All the scars on your skin: "Post no bills"

Who you were
Was so beautiful
Remember who, who you where

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Kaiba watched the medical doctor from the window seat, pinching the bridge of his nose while the other arm crossed over his chest, disguising his shakiness with fatigue. It wasn't that difficult as he was tired of the doctor's inquiries when he had absolutely no idea what the young, fitful sleeping, blonde man's medical history was. Kaiba had given out a few of his own questions, mainly concerning around the blonde's sudden collapse; was he drunk? Taking drugs? Kaiba doubted the latter completely; Jounouchi was always a strong-holding participant against controlling substances. Kaiba since knew the teen was when Jounouchi's grandparents died of snorting and injecting heroin more than frequently, as shown on the police medical report. Yet when the house was being emptied by officials it was televised, recorded, and taped as some sort of drug documentary for schools, including Domino High.

Approximately over one million yen's worth of bagged illegal drugs were found buried in dozens of coffee canisters under the crushed grains. If the police weren't so perplexed by the amount of coffee, they would have went to the streets to find the grandparent's buyer. Needless to say, Jounouchi had been the center of attention for quite sometime and had received a lot of bullshit; accused being a druggie or an underground drug lord. The other Geek Freaks, as Kaiba called Motou and his little triad of trouble-hunting mischief’s, were given rude cat calls during school hours for even hanging around Jounouchi, a few thinking that the dog persuaded Fish-head Honda to snort on weekends. With the rumors and talk flying around, even among the teachers, a K9 squad was advised to check lockers. Unsurprising to Kaiba, the dog and his freakish friends were clean.

"I believe he's exhausted, that is all." The doctor hesitated a moment, "But...I will need to do a more through examination, for more scars below the waist, Master Kaiba." Asking him why, the doctor turned back to the feverish blonde, and leaned over the spindly body, to the side that Kaiba could see clearly. Kaiba noted unconsciously that he could see a few ribs sticking out as the gloved fingers ran down the pale side, pointing out a particular long, slightly jagged raw skin.

"That is a recent one which will unfortunately scar, and..." the doctor pulled down the loose draw string pants down Jounouchi's hip. Even the hip bone stuck out more than it should have been, but that lost Kaiba's interest for the moment as he couldn't help but stare at the continuation of the new forming scar. Even with the pants pulled low on his hip, it still went on pass the pants, but appeared to curve to his underside. What in the world would do that? Kaiba had to quickly erased the thought; using would would implied that he might care. So, what could have done that?

"Well. As you can see it continues,"

"Obviously," Kaiba sneered, once more pinching the bridge of his nose. He shuddered lightly; the doctor had counted for seven minutes the scars on his torso, front and back and came up with the unhealthy number of sixty-seven. Worried, he started counting the bruises and minor cuts and came to twenty-four. Even though he'd been in league with Hirutani during middle school, Jounouchi had long since hung up his gang days; and remembering that information made Kaiba highly doubt the fact that those bruises and cuts, and very many of those scars (since he'd been fist fighting with Jounouchi occasionally, the blonde was a slick target; sometimes it was hard to land a hit) were from the good old days.

"Do what you need, Watase," Kaiba said, standing and drawing the window's curtains behind him, "I, on the other hand, need to start shutting down. I'm sure you know the way out, and..." he paused, stopping at the door to face the middle aged doctor, waiting for Watase's attention.

"Call me if there are any concerning matters dealing with the mu-Jounouchi." Kaiba turned away immediately to open the door and slam it on his way out, not bothering for the medical man's response; he would have done it even if he hadn't mentioned it.

Outside in the long corridor, right outside the guest bedroom door, Kaiba furrowed his brows and glared at the wood panel floors. Whatever he was feeling, whatever had made him call the mutt by his name, and whatever made his head and chest pound like a drum when the mutt closed his burned out eye an hour and half earlier, he blamed it on fatigue. It was understandable; the inadequate sleep he'd been receiving all week, even his little brother had warned him lightly on the subject.

Even so, he couldn't help the sudden throb in his chest when he thought something might be seriously wrong with his pet. Kaiba's long fingered hand overlapped his chest, where his heart was, before realizing what he was thinking was absolutely foolish and moronic, and really un-Kaiba like. He narrowed his blue eyes further, when he noticed he had let his mask slip for that moment when he was genuinely worried for Jounouchi. The brunette scoffed and walked swiftly and straight back to his room to catch on the few hours of sleep he would manage to catch before work...

...But not even sleep had saved him from the image of the pained expression on Jounouchi's face each time he opened his mouth.

"I'm..." Jounouchi whispered, choking on his words a little. Kaiba's unconsciousness urged him on; You're? You're what?

"I'm s-sorry..." the vulnerable hot tempered teen would say, burned out eyes filling with hot unshed tears. The dream Kaiba would frown, curious as to what he was sorry about; Why?

"I-I'm...s-sorry fo-or the...f-fights I pu-ull. I-I'm sor-ry for u-using y-you...as an ou-outlet." Kaiba would smirk; That's quite fine, mutt; I use you for the same.

But Jounouchi would continue hoarsely, whispering, almost sobbing, on as if Kaiba hadn't said anything back: "S-s-sorry f-for c-coming he-here... I-I'm s-sorry I c-caus-sed...tr-trouble for y-you..." Kaiba would frown even deeper now because Jounouchi would be furiously wiping at the tears; Why are you crying?

"I-I'm s-s-sorry f-for be-being e-emotional, an' l-loud, an' w-wor-rthless-s. I-I'm...very s-sorry y-you have t-to see m-me like th-this, w-weak an' th-the sc-scars..." The brunette unconsciously shook his head as if to disagree with the usual happy-go blonde. He was very interested at where the scars came from since he had already ruled out gangs; Where are the scars from, Jounouchi?

He kept listing his apologies, "...I-I'm ve-very s-sorry, but I-I don't wa-want y-you to f-find ou-out, and..." Jounouchi shuffled where he stood, before slowly bending down and giving Kaiba a small kiss on the temple.

"I-I am so v-very s-sorry f-for f-falling in l-love w-with you, K-Kai-Kaiba S-Seto."

Blue eyes snapped open and Kaiba turned over look behind his shoulder, and he gave a very large gasp.

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Hide from the mirror, the cracks and the memories
Hide from your family, they won't know you now
For all the holes in our soul host no thrills

Who you were
Was so beautiful
Memories who, who you where