blazing star.
A Yu Gi Oh fan fic by Heavens to Bikini Kill
Four
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"Where are you taking me?" Kaiba mumbled, hoping not to irritate the assassin into shooting him.
Kenji did not answer, and pulled out a cigarette.
"Uyeda?"
"Don't call me that," he snapped, lighting up.
"Naoki, then?"
"My name is not Naoki Uyeda. Obviously, you fool." He peered at the road through cigarette smoke.
"Then what should I call you?"
"Who ever said that you had to speak to me?"
Kaiba fell silent, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, fiddling with the wrapper. The crushing of plastic echoed off of Kenji's ears.
"Are you going to smoke those, or what?"
Kaiba smiled and put them away. "No. I don't really smoke. My little brother talked me out of it."
"Hm." The assassin's lack of response cut Kaiba short.
They rode for a few more minutes in silence.
Kenji handed his half-smoked cigarette to Kaiba. "My name's Kenji."
"Kenji." Kaiba fiddled with the cigarette. "I'll remember that."
"Good for you." Kenji looked over at the younger man. "Are you going to smoke that, or what? It'll go out soon."
Kaiba stared at it for a moment. A promise.
He threw it out the window.
"The hell was that for?"
He refused to look the assassin in the eye. "Sorry. I can't."
"Hm." Kenji pulled out another cigarette with one hand and lit it. "Whatever."
They both remained silent for a few more moments. Kaiba filled the silence with another question. "So. Where are we going?"
Kenji blew more smoke. "I can't kill you, Kaiba."
"What?"
He sighed deeply, and inhaled. Exhale. Smoke everywhere. "I've killed many people before. And yet I can't...I don't WANT to kill you."
Kaiba had to smirk. "Why? Afraid you'll get caught?"
"I've killed about seven other men just like you. Never been caught." The car filled once again with a thick silence.
"Then w-why are you taking me?" Kaiba stammered.
Kenji chuckled, but not in an amused fashion. "Kaiba, I don't like you at all. But you are drop-dead gorgeous. It'd be a shame to deprive the world of your eyes."
The younger man smiled weakly. "Really?"
"No, you fucking idiot," Kenji snapped right back. "You've got a little brother and hundreds of employees to provide for. I'm tired of making people suffer for my own profit."
Kaiba snorted. He doesn't think that he can hurt me. I dislike him as well: he's the one who tried to kill me.
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Just a few more hours with him. Just a few more.
But do I have any idea what I'm going to do with him?
Perhaps if I play something I won't worry so much. And maybe he will disappear.
-Well I got a friend who's a man
What man? The man who keeps me from the lonely
He gives me what I need
What you need? What you got?
I need it all so badly
Oh, anything I want
He gives it to me
Anything I want He gives it but not for free
It's hateful-
"What's hateful?" Oh God, he's talking again. Can't you shut up Kaiba, and be a good little lover?
I meant hostage. He has to be a hostage. I won't take him as my lover, I scared the shit out of him already.
Ignoring that, I don't like him anyway.
It's The Clash.
"Oh. Are they Irish?"
They're British, you idiot.
"Oh. Sorry, I didn't know."
Good for you, you child.
That's it. He's a child. Who murdered his stepfather for control of his company. He's a snotty nosed brat who just happens to inhabit an attractive body.
I haven't killed him yet because I don't want to deprive his brother.
It's three in the morning. Poor kid. In three more hours he's going to wake up to a panicking staff, wondering where their boss went.
-And it's paid for
And I'm so grateful to be nowhere-
We're going to a hotel, Kaiba. In fact, we'll be going inn-hopping. If you're not dead in three days, Mr. Takashi will probably get five more thugs on our behinds. We'll both be torn limb from limb.
-This year I've lost some friends
Some friends? What friends?
I dunno, I ain't even noticed-
Tell me, Kaiba, do you have any friends that we're leaving behind?
The moron shrugged in his moronic way. "No. I don't have any."
Looks like we've something in common.
-You see, I gotta go out again
Again? My friend
I gotta see that mainman-
A seedy motel. It will do for the night. We're at least out of Domino.
I hate the way that you turned up your nose at the sight of your temporary home, Kaiba. I could make it easier for you and put a bullet in your head.
Settle down and make yourself at home. I've got to figure out what to do with you.
-Anything I want
He gives it to me
Anything I want
He gives it but not for free
It's hateful
And it's paid for
And I'm so grateful to be nowhere-
Four thirty seven in the morning and you fell asleep. I don't want to touch your hair.
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A/N: Song is "Hateful" by The Clash. The lyrics will make more sense to the story later.
A Yu Gi Oh fan fic by Heavens to Bikini Kill
Four
---------------
"Where are you taking me?" Kaiba mumbled, hoping not to irritate the assassin into shooting him.
Kenji did not answer, and pulled out a cigarette.
"Uyeda?"
"Don't call me that," he snapped, lighting up.
"Naoki, then?"
"My name is not Naoki Uyeda. Obviously, you fool." He peered at the road through cigarette smoke.
"Then what should I call you?"
"Who ever said that you had to speak to me?"
Kaiba fell silent, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, fiddling with the wrapper. The crushing of plastic echoed off of Kenji's ears.
"Are you going to smoke those, or what?"
Kaiba smiled and put them away. "No. I don't really smoke. My little brother talked me out of it."
"Hm." The assassin's lack of response cut Kaiba short.
They rode for a few more minutes in silence.
Kenji handed his half-smoked cigarette to Kaiba. "My name's Kenji."
"Kenji." Kaiba fiddled with the cigarette. "I'll remember that."
"Good for you." Kenji looked over at the younger man. "Are you going to smoke that, or what? It'll go out soon."
Kaiba stared at it for a moment. A promise.
He threw it out the window.
"The hell was that for?"
He refused to look the assassin in the eye. "Sorry. I can't."
"Hm." Kenji pulled out another cigarette with one hand and lit it. "Whatever."
They both remained silent for a few more moments. Kaiba filled the silence with another question. "So. Where are we going?"
Kenji blew more smoke. "I can't kill you, Kaiba."
"What?"
He sighed deeply, and inhaled. Exhale. Smoke everywhere. "I've killed many people before. And yet I can't...I don't WANT to kill you."
Kaiba had to smirk. "Why? Afraid you'll get caught?"
"I've killed about seven other men just like you. Never been caught." The car filled once again with a thick silence.
"Then w-why are you taking me?" Kaiba stammered.
Kenji chuckled, but not in an amused fashion. "Kaiba, I don't like you at all. But you are drop-dead gorgeous. It'd be a shame to deprive the world of your eyes."
The younger man smiled weakly. "Really?"
"No, you fucking idiot," Kenji snapped right back. "You've got a little brother and hundreds of employees to provide for. I'm tired of making people suffer for my own profit."
Kaiba snorted. He doesn't think that he can hurt me. I dislike him as well: he's the one who tried to kill me.
----
Just a few more hours with him. Just a few more.
But do I have any idea what I'm going to do with him?
Perhaps if I play something I won't worry so much. And maybe he will disappear.
-Well I got a friend who's a man
What man? The man who keeps me from the lonely
He gives me what I need
What you need? What you got?
I need it all so badly
Oh, anything I want
He gives it to me
Anything I want He gives it but not for free
It's hateful-
"What's hateful?" Oh God, he's talking again. Can't you shut up Kaiba, and be a good little lover?
I meant hostage. He has to be a hostage. I won't take him as my lover, I scared the shit out of him already.
Ignoring that, I don't like him anyway.
It's The Clash.
"Oh. Are they Irish?"
They're British, you idiot.
"Oh. Sorry, I didn't know."
Good for you, you child.
That's it. He's a child. Who murdered his stepfather for control of his company. He's a snotty nosed brat who just happens to inhabit an attractive body.
I haven't killed him yet because I don't want to deprive his brother.
It's three in the morning. Poor kid. In three more hours he's going to wake up to a panicking staff, wondering where their boss went.
-And it's paid for
And I'm so grateful to be nowhere-
We're going to a hotel, Kaiba. In fact, we'll be going inn-hopping. If you're not dead in three days, Mr. Takashi will probably get five more thugs on our behinds. We'll both be torn limb from limb.
-This year I've lost some friends
Some friends? What friends?
I dunno, I ain't even noticed-
Tell me, Kaiba, do you have any friends that we're leaving behind?
The moron shrugged in his moronic way. "No. I don't have any."
Looks like we've something in common.
-You see, I gotta go out again
Again? My friend
I gotta see that mainman-
A seedy motel. It will do for the night. We're at least out of Domino.
I hate the way that you turned up your nose at the sight of your temporary home, Kaiba. I could make it easier for you and put a bullet in your head.
Settle down and make yourself at home. I've got to figure out what to do with you.
-Anything I want
He gives it to me
Anything I want
He gives it but not for free
It's hateful
And it's paid for
And I'm so grateful to be nowhere-
Four thirty seven in the morning and you fell asleep. I don't want to touch your hair.
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A/N: Song is "Hateful" by The Clash. The lyrics will make more sense to the story later.