blazing star.
A Yu Gi Oh fan fic by Heavens to Bikini Kill
Five
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Kaiba woke up to find himself on a rotting bed in a seedy motel on the outskirts of Domino. As he rubbed sleep from his eyes, he looked over to see a tall man with long brown hair and glasses, puffing on a cigarette and looking out the window, a gun in his other hand.
"Where am I?"
The man turned and puffed. "You're awake."
"I know that." Kaiba rolled out of bed and faced the man. "You're...Kenji."
"You remember."
Kaiba paused. "You tried to kill me."
Kenji smiled and sat on the floor. "Not really. I was paid to kill you, yes. But I didn't actually attempt to pull the trigger."
"Shut up, and get me home. Mokuba's going to have a fit..."
"Sorry, Kaiba, can't do that." He finished the cigarette and pulled out another.
"Why not?" he snapped.
"Because if we go back to Domino and you're not dead, Mr. Takashi will kill us both. I'm sure you don't want to die. In fact," Kenji paused to puff on the cigarette once more, "Takashi's probably watched the news this morning. You're probably all over the headlines, you're missing. He's sent out people to find us by now."
"We have to get back to Domino!"
"Not likely. You're stuck with me. And we're leaving in two hours for another motel."
Kaiba had to sit down, and he rubbed his forehead furiously. "What exactly are you going to do with me?"
Kenji smirked and sucked on his cancer stick. Blowing the smoke across the bed in Kaiba's direction, he said, "I've got it all figured out."
"Thank the gods."
"Shut your mouth, baka. We're going to inn-hop all the way back to Tokyo. There, I'll give the police my contract. Takashi will be jailed, and you can go back home."
"Two questions."
"Shoot."
"Why can't we just go right now, and won't you be arrested yourself?"
Kenji had to smile again. "We can't go right now because we'll be remarkably easy to trace. And as for me being arrested...it'll be justice for all of those people I've killed..."
"You're a noble man, Kenji."
"I don't need your compliments, Kaiba."
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We stayed there in the room for another half hour, Kaiba moping around and me going through my only pack of cigarettes. This entire plan was incredibly risky in nature, and I had to calm my nerves.
The cigarettes weren't working. I crawled onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. Too many what ifs were floating in the air, and there weren't enough cigarettes in the world to make them die.
Kaiba got tired of pacing and crawled right next to me.
Oh God. Please make him reconsider. I don't like him.
I think...I think I may love him.
That isn't possible! It can't be. I've only known the boy (yes, he's only eighteen, he's nothing more than a boy) for less than a week.
But, God, he's so beautiful.
It was twelve thirty three when he kissed me.
I had hardly any idea why he did. Perhaps he was thinking of his girlfriend (and there was something at the back of my head hoping that he didn't have one). Perhaps he wanted to annoy me as a penalty for snatching him away.
Perhaps he loved me. Not likely.
But I pushed all of that out of my head, and I allowed him to take control of my lips, my mouth, my heart. My eyes slowly shut as my mind floated into that mixed land of bliss and lust, hoping that this teenage CEO wasn't just a temporary intruder.
My arms snaked around his waist by themselves, wanting to pull him as close as he could possibly be. I felt him sigh into my lips as he created art on top of me, as his mouth asked more and more out of me.
He released me, or I released him, peering closely into my eyes.
There was nothing I wanted more than to hold him there with me, on that dirty old bed in that terrible motel, for the rest of eternity.
A Yu Gi Oh fan fic by Heavens to Bikini Kill
Five
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Kaiba woke up to find himself on a rotting bed in a seedy motel on the outskirts of Domino. As he rubbed sleep from his eyes, he looked over to see a tall man with long brown hair and glasses, puffing on a cigarette and looking out the window, a gun in his other hand.
"Where am I?"
The man turned and puffed. "You're awake."
"I know that." Kaiba rolled out of bed and faced the man. "You're...Kenji."
"You remember."
Kaiba paused. "You tried to kill me."
Kenji smiled and sat on the floor. "Not really. I was paid to kill you, yes. But I didn't actually attempt to pull the trigger."
"Shut up, and get me home. Mokuba's going to have a fit..."
"Sorry, Kaiba, can't do that." He finished the cigarette and pulled out another.
"Why not?" he snapped.
"Because if we go back to Domino and you're not dead, Mr. Takashi will kill us both. I'm sure you don't want to die. In fact," Kenji paused to puff on the cigarette once more, "Takashi's probably watched the news this morning. You're probably all over the headlines, you're missing. He's sent out people to find us by now."
"We have to get back to Domino!"
"Not likely. You're stuck with me. And we're leaving in two hours for another motel."
Kaiba had to sit down, and he rubbed his forehead furiously. "What exactly are you going to do with me?"
Kenji smirked and sucked on his cancer stick. Blowing the smoke across the bed in Kaiba's direction, he said, "I've got it all figured out."
"Thank the gods."
"Shut your mouth, baka. We're going to inn-hop all the way back to Tokyo. There, I'll give the police my contract. Takashi will be jailed, and you can go back home."
"Two questions."
"Shoot."
"Why can't we just go right now, and won't you be arrested yourself?"
Kenji had to smile again. "We can't go right now because we'll be remarkably easy to trace. And as for me being arrested...it'll be justice for all of those people I've killed..."
"You're a noble man, Kenji."
"I don't need your compliments, Kaiba."
----
We stayed there in the room for another half hour, Kaiba moping around and me going through my only pack of cigarettes. This entire plan was incredibly risky in nature, and I had to calm my nerves.
The cigarettes weren't working. I crawled onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. Too many what ifs were floating in the air, and there weren't enough cigarettes in the world to make them die.
Kaiba got tired of pacing and crawled right next to me.
Oh God. Please make him reconsider. I don't like him.
I think...I think I may love him.
That isn't possible! It can't be. I've only known the boy (yes, he's only eighteen, he's nothing more than a boy) for less than a week.
But, God, he's so beautiful.
It was twelve thirty three when he kissed me.
I had hardly any idea why he did. Perhaps he was thinking of his girlfriend (and there was something at the back of my head hoping that he didn't have one). Perhaps he wanted to annoy me as a penalty for snatching him away.
Perhaps he loved me. Not likely.
But I pushed all of that out of my head, and I allowed him to take control of my lips, my mouth, my heart. My eyes slowly shut as my mind floated into that mixed land of bliss and lust, hoping that this teenage CEO wasn't just a temporary intruder.
My arms snaked around his waist by themselves, wanting to pull him as close as he could possibly be. I felt him sigh into my lips as he created art on top of me, as his mouth asked more and more out of me.
He released me, or I released him, peering closely into my eyes.
There was nothing I wanted more than to hold him there with me, on that dirty old bed in that terrible motel, for the rest of eternity.