Men In Suits
A slightly Quentin Tarantino-inspired Yu Gi Oh! fan fic by Heavens to Bikini Kill
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Alternate Ending One.
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I hated myself for a few days after that. No, no really, I did. I mean, I was the one who played with other people, inconsiderate and self-absorbed. I always yelled at other idiots for being that way, and now I'm one of them? Ugh. It made me sick.
I reverted right back to my pathetic, pre-men in suits state. I knew nothing, I was good at nothing, and I was only capable of picking locks and watching 'Reservoir Dogs' all day, every day. For some reason I loved it when Mr. White cut off that cop's ear. [A/N: I am almost certain that Mr. White was NOT the one who sliced off that ear, but Jou's straight foolish like that. I need to rent that movie... "...And YOU'RE Mr. Purple..." "Why can't we choose our own colors?" "Because I said so, you fucking idiot, now shut up." "Okay, okay, I'll be Purple." "...No. You're Mr. Pink." And don't forget Mr. Orange, who is constantly screaming throughout the entire movie: "I'm fucking dying over here! Oh God! He shot me, and I'm fucking dying!"]
After I declined to participate in the next heist, Honda demanded that I do something to bring myself up again. He had come in from the heist with a very fat sack of yen and diamonds. He spotted me lying pathetically on the couch with some sushi, watching Steve Buscemi being named Mr. Pink.
He was in a remarkably good mood. "Man, that was the most fun I've had in a LONG time!" He dumped his bag and stretched audibly. "We held up an entire bank, and only one of us actually had a loaded gun!" It was my guess that it was probably him, but I didn't say so. "Thank the gods for people and fear!" He noted my lack of a proper response, and decided to be a true friend, and help in a sincere, calm matter. "Jou, what the fuck has been up with you lately? You've missed out on a ton of shit that I know you would kill for."
I lifted the DVD player's remote morosely and pressed the pause button, I didn't expect to talk to my friend for very long. "Honda, right now I don't feel all that great, okay?"
He knew enough not to press the subject and started to clear the area. "All right... anyhow, I'm seeing Shizuka later tonight, so you'll have the place to yourself." He reached into his pocket to pull out his keys, and I heard crinkling plastic.
"That had better be candy," I mumbled.
He laughed as he headed for the shower. "You haven't changed a bit, no matter how shitty you're feeling now."
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Honda left, and I was completely alone. I spent an hour going through my DVDs, only bothering to tolerate a few minutes of each one. I tried fridge-raiding, only to find that nothing really tasted that good anymore. Oreos and peanut butter, what happened to that for me? (Honestly, I have no clue.)
The entire apartment suddenly felt significantly smaller, perhaps because I hadn't left the damn place in such a long time.
Maybe if I just took a nap or something, I could've felt better. But nooooo... I just HAD to try to visit Kaiba.
Cold-hearted bastard.
I walked out to that makeshift office that looked like total shit with the same exact people flitting around making it look as though they were busy. I made my way to a small desk in front of the door that I vaguely remembered as Kaiba's office.
Apparently he got himself a new secretary. She was filing her nails and looked up at me. "Mr. Kaiba is very busy right now."
I snorted. "That's what he always says when he's either really into a computer game or when he's having a lot of fun watching Happy Tree Friends."
The secretary raised an eyebrow in interest, thinking that her boss watching a preschool show would most definitely make for good gossip. "Happy Tree Friends? What's that?"
"It's a very gory web cartoon featuring cute animals getting mutilated." [A/N: You know, I used to love Happy Tree Friends. But I saw their gear at Hot Topic and I was kind of turned off. Ever since they starting selling their swag there, their cartoons have been about absolutely nothing else BUT the blood. Going for the "goth" (posers) crowd kicked me off it. Regardless! It's still pretty funny. If you know what it is, then I know you can see Kaiba enjoying it. If not... well, think twisted.]
Her hand flew to her mouth in shock. I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, that's the kind of stuff he digs on. So, shall I see my way in?"
She nodded slowly, still shocked at the concept of her boss being so demented (I don't know why, I know for a fact that he is), and pointed to the door. I smiled brightly for her, hoping to improve her evening. Didn't work. At all.
I gave up and threw the door open, not really paying attention to what was inside. "Hey, Kaiba --" Once I actually decided to look at the man, my jaw dropped to the floor.
Kaiba was in his office chair in the far right corner, smoking a cigar with his pants down. He noted my shocked reaction and chuckled softly. "Hello there, make inu." He lifted up a half-empty glass bottle. "Would you care for some sake?"
I ignored his offer. "The hell is going on here?" I turned and noticed that Akito, with his spiked blue hair, was also in the room, sitting on top of Kaiba's desk. He smirked.
Kaiba took a thoughtful puff of the cigar, and smirked also. "What do you think?"
I couldn't answer. What was this? What was Akito doing with Kaiba? What was Kaiba doing with his pants down? Wasn't he supposed to be terribly in love with ME? Since when did the world stop turning correctly?
He continued, and my heart fell to pieces on the floor. "Jou, you've said it yourself. It's not fair to keep people waiting. I simply got tired of your indecisiveness, and took action for myself. Akito's remarkably angry with Sota and needed a way to get it out of his system. It worked."
You cannot blame me for running out of that building with tears in my eyes. Asshole.
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Yes, I ran to Yuuki. What the hell did you expect?
It rained, again. I honestly think that some god out there really, really hates me.
I ran all the way to what I thought was his apartment complex. It was in a part of town that I had never been to before, a situation I am not used to because Domino wasn't that unfamiliar to me. Should've known better, what was I thinking? This wasn't Domino, it's Hiroshima, bigger and most definitely more threatening.
I walked up the decaying stairway (the elevator wasn't working that night) to apartment number 215. I knocked rapidly, making sure to create a lot of noise. "Yuuki? It's me, Katsuya." Ugh. I was still not used to even calling myself by my first name.
A few moments, and Yuuki threw open the door, his hair stuffed underneath a bandanna, dressed in an Electric Six t-shirt and a random pair of boxers (I still notice what he's wearing, okay?). He looked at me, noted my tears, noted my dripping wet clothing, and said, "Come in."
It only took five minutes to get me into a bathrobe and a damn good cup of coffee. Yuuki looked over at me. "You okay? You've barely touched your coffee. Is something wrong with it?"
"No... it's great." I tapped the side of the mug slowly, taking a sip every few minutes or so.
"Then what is wrong? You came here soaking wet and crying, and now you won't drink a good cup of coffee?" He pulled the mug out of my fingers and held me, looking me directly in the eye. "I absolutely hate it when you're like this."
I smiled sadly. "I absolutely hate being hurt."
"Kaiba... hurt you?" he whispered. "My God... I knew that this would happen."
I looked away. "He and Akito were... together is the best way to put it, and he said something about how he wasn't going to wait forever..."
"Damn it," he muttered. "I am so sorry, Katsuya. I swear to God, I'll kill him."
I suddenly remembered that promise that Yuuki made not too long ago. "Erm... that's not really all that necessary..." I began to laugh very nervously.
He looked at me strangely. "What? It's just a figure of speech, Jou. Geez."
I stared. He stared also. I stared some more. He stared even longer.
I had to laugh. "This has been some crazy shit, hasn't it?"
"Absolutely." He stretched audibly and threw an arm over my shoulder. "What say we do one more heist and jet back to Domino? I'm getting this sweet loft over there."
I grinned and nodded. "Sounds excellent." I rested my head upon his shoulder in a cliche act of affection. "I don't think I'll mind being with you."
"I don't think I'll mind either."
Damn. I love Yuuki, that pretty man in a suit.
[alt.end]
A/N: Awww... I made Yuuki all sweet and Kaiba an asshole. (What? He IS...) For those of you who really wanted Kaiba to get Jou, your cliche happy ending is coming soon. You have no clue how many different endings I'm thinking up here... what if Yuuki turned out to be a cop and he arrested Jou? What if both Yuuki and Kaiba rejected Jou permanently? What if...? There are going to be a lot of alternate endings here, I can tell. Review.
A slightly Quentin Tarantino-inspired Yu Gi Oh! fan fic by Heavens to Bikini Kill
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Alternate Ending One.
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I hated myself for a few days after that. No, no really, I did. I mean, I was the one who played with other people, inconsiderate and self-absorbed. I always yelled at other idiots for being that way, and now I'm one of them? Ugh. It made me sick.
I reverted right back to my pathetic, pre-men in suits state. I knew nothing, I was good at nothing, and I was only capable of picking locks and watching 'Reservoir Dogs' all day, every day. For some reason I loved it when Mr. White cut off that cop's ear. [A/N: I am almost certain that Mr. White was NOT the one who sliced off that ear, but Jou's straight foolish like that. I need to rent that movie... "...And YOU'RE Mr. Purple..." "Why can't we choose our own colors?" "Because I said so, you fucking idiot, now shut up." "Okay, okay, I'll be Purple." "...No. You're Mr. Pink." And don't forget Mr. Orange, who is constantly screaming throughout the entire movie: "I'm fucking dying over here! Oh God! He shot me, and I'm fucking dying!"]
After I declined to participate in the next heist, Honda demanded that I do something to bring myself up again. He had come in from the heist with a very fat sack of yen and diamonds. He spotted me lying pathetically on the couch with some sushi, watching Steve Buscemi being named Mr. Pink.
He was in a remarkably good mood. "Man, that was the most fun I've had in a LONG time!" He dumped his bag and stretched audibly. "We held up an entire bank, and only one of us actually had a loaded gun!" It was my guess that it was probably him, but I didn't say so. "Thank the gods for people and fear!" He noted my lack of a proper response, and decided to be a true friend, and help in a sincere, calm matter. "Jou, what the fuck has been up with you lately? You've missed out on a ton of shit that I know you would kill for."
I lifted the DVD player's remote morosely and pressed the pause button, I didn't expect to talk to my friend for very long. "Honda, right now I don't feel all that great, okay?"
He knew enough not to press the subject and started to clear the area. "All right... anyhow, I'm seeing Shizuka later tonight, so you'll have the place to yourself." He reached into his pocket to pull out his keys, and I heard crinkling plastic.
"That had better be candy," I mumbled.
He laughed as he headed for the shower. "You haven't changed a bit, no matter how shitty you're feeling now."
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Honda left, and I was completely alone. I spent an hour going through my DVDs, only bothering to tolerate a few minutes of each one. I tried fridge-raiding, only to find that nothing really tasted that good anymore. Oreos and peanut butter, what happened to that for me? (Honestly, I have no clue.)
The entire apartment suddenly felt significantly smaller, perhaps because I hadn't left the damn place in such a long time.
Maybe if I just took a nap or something, I could've felt better. But nooooo... I just HAD to try to visit Kaiba.
Cold-hearted bastard.
I walked out to that makeshift office that looked like total shit with the same exact people flitting around making it look as though they were busy. I made my way to a small desk in front of the door that I vaguely remembered as Kaiba's office.
Apparently he got himself a new secretary. She was filing her nails and looked up at me. "Mr. Kaiba is very busy right now."
I snorted. "That's what he always says when he's either really into a computer game or when he's having a lot of fun watching Happy Tree Friends."
The secretary raised an eyebrow in interest, thinking that her boss watching a preschool show would most definitely make for good gossip. "Happy Tree Friends? What's that?"
"It's a very gory web cartoon featuring cute animals getting mutilated." [A/N: You know, I used to love Happy Tree Friends. But I saw their gear at Hot Topic and I was kind of turned off. Ever since they starting selling their swag there, their cartoons have been about absolutely nothing else BUT the blood. Going for the "goth" (posers) crowd kicked me off it. Regardless! It's still pretty funny. If you know what it is, then I know you can see Kaiba enjoying it. If not... well, think twisted.]
Her hand flew to her mouth in shock. I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, that's the kind of stuff he digs on. So, shall I see my way in?"
She nodded slowly, still shocked at the concept of her boss being so demented (I don't know why, I know for a fact that he is), and pointed to the door. I smiled brightly for her, hoping to improve her evening. Didn't work. At all.
I gave up and threw the door open, not really paying attention to what was inside. "Hey, Kaiba --" Once I actually decided to look at the man, my jaw dropped to the floor.
Kaiba was in his office chair in the far right corner, smoking a cigar with his pants down. He noted my shocked reaction and chuckled softly. "Hello there, make inu." He lifted up a half-empty glass bottle. "Would you care for some sake?"
I ignored his offer. "The hell is going on here?" I turned and noticed that Akito, with his spiked blue hair, was also in the room, sitting on top of Kaiba's desk. He smirked.
Kaiba took a thoughtful puff of the cigar, and smirked also. "What do you think?"
I couldn't answer. What was this? What was Akito doing with Kaiba? What was Kaiba doing with his pants down? Wasn't he supposed to be terribly in love with ME? Since when did the world stop turning correctly?
He continued, and my heart fell to pieces on the floor. "Jou, you've said it yourself. It's not fair to keep people waiting. I simply got tired of your indecisiveness, and took action for myself. Akito's remarkably angry with Sota and needed a way to get it out of his system. It worked."
You cannot blame me for running out of that building with tears in my eyes. Asshole.
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Yes, I ran to Yuuki. What the hell did you expect?
It rained, again. I honestly think that some god out there really, really hates me.
I ran all the way to what I thought was his apartment complex. It was in a part of town that I had never been to before, a situation I am not used to because Domino wasn't that unfamiliar to me. Should've known better, what was I thinking? This wasn't Domino, it's Hiroshima, bigger and most definitely more threatening.
I walked up the decaying stairway (the elevator wasn't working that night) to apartment number 215. I knocked rapidly, making sure to create a lot of noise. "Yuuki? It's me, Katsuya." Ugh. I was still not used to even calling myself by my first name.
A few moments, and Yuuki threw open the door, his hair stuffed underneath a bandanna, dressed in an Electric Six t-shirt and a random pair of boxers (I still notice what he's wearing, okay?). He looked at me, noted my tears, noted my dripping wet clothing, and said, "Come in."
It only took five minutes to get me into a bathrobe and a damn good cup of coffee. Yuuki looked over at me. "You okay? You've barely touched your coffee. Is something wrong with it?"
"No... it's great." I tapped the side of the mug slowly, taking a sip every few minutes or so.
"Then what is wrong? You came here soaking wet and crying, and now you won't drink a good cup of coffee?" He pulled the mug out of my fingers and held me, looking me directly in the eye. "I absolutely hate it when you're like this."
I smiled sadly. "I absolutely hate being hurt."
"Kaiba... hurt you?" he whispered. "My God... I knew that this would happen."
I looked away. "He and Akito were... together is the best way to put it, and he said something about how he wasn't going to wait forever..."
"Damn it," he muttered. "I am so sorry, Katsuya. I swear to God, I'll kill him."
I suddenly remembered that promise that Yuuki made not too long ago. "Erm... that's not really all that necessary..." I began to laugh very nervously.
He looked at me strangely. "What? It's just a figure of speech, Jou. Geez."
I stared. He stared also. I stared some more. He stared even longer.
I had to laugh. "This has been some crazy shit, hasn't it?"
"Absolutely." He stretched audibly and threw an arm over my shoulder. "What say we do one more heist and jet back to Domino? I'm getting this sweet loft over there."
I grinned and nodded. "Sounds excellent." I rested my head upon his shoulder in a cliche act of affection. "I don't think I'll mind being with you."
"I don't think I'll mind either."
Damn. I love Yuuki, that pretty man in a suit.
[alt.end]
A/N: Awww... I made Yuuki all sweet and Kaiba an asshole. (What? He IS...) For those of you who really wanted Kaiba to get Jou, your cliche happy ending is coming soon. You have no clue how many different endings I'm thinking up here... what if Yuuki turned out to be a cop and he arrested Jou? What if both Yuuki and Kaiba rejected Jou permanently? What if...? There are going to be a lot of alternate endings here, I can tell. Review.