blazing star.
A Yu Gi Oh fan fic by Heavens to Bikini Kill
Six
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They drove, leaving that godforsaken motel behind them. In the car, a thick, dense silence existed, and it was content with swallowing any and all comfort between the two. Kenji looked right ahead at the road, not having any cigarettes to smoke, and Kaiba just looked out the window, not really paying attention to the open, green landscape.
After fifteen minutes of enduring this suffocating quiet, Kaiba had to wrench his lips open, otherwise he would choke. "You're cold."
Kenji rolled his eyes, and kept them on the road. "Whatever possesses you to say that?"
"You kiss me and say nothing afterwards. What kind of a man are you?"
He snorted in false contempt. "What do you -want- me to say then?"
"A simple 'I love you' would do." Kaiba folded his arms and began to pout like the little boy he truly was.
Kenji's eyebrows raised to the heavens, and his face seemed to slowly process what had just been said. The younger man stared and waited for a response as the assassin's brain chewed on that last spoken sentence slowly, savoring it, testing every morsel.
Kenji laughed.
Kaiba frowned. "What is so funny?"
"You're behaving like a woman." Kenji snickered for effect as he changed lanes. "I hardly know you. You hardly know me. What has it been? Four, five days? Only a silly, insecure woman would demand that I say 'I love you'."
"Excuse me? How dare you?" Kaiba raged. "I offered you my heart -- "
"I never asked for it," Kenji refuted sharply.
" -- But you didn't refuse it, either."
"Got me there." Kenji smirked. "So, you want me to tell that I love you."
"Unless it's not true, and that kiss was for nothing."
"Womanish. Foolish." He paused. "Fine. I love you."
Kaiba adopted Kenji's smirk. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" He faced the assassin. "I love you too."
"Ugh." Kenji looked as though he had just finished watching a God-awful film of some inappropriate sort. "What do you get out of me saying that?"
Kaiba stared. What kind of a fool was this man?
Kenji pressed on. "I fail to see why you need to be told these things. We both already know that I can't live without you, even though we've only known each other for four and a half days."
Kaiba smiled to himself, and looked back out at the window, no longer having to say anything.
----
Kenji pulled into an old, decaying gas station. "I hope you have to go. We're not making another stop until we get to the next motel."
Kaiba unbuckled himself and climbed out of the vehicle. "When's that?"
Kenji grinned evilly. "Another hundred kilometers or so."
"Fuck you."
"I wish you could, Seto. But here's not the place, and now's not the time."
Kaiba laughed and walked with him into the convenience store.
Kenji looked through the cigarettes as Kaiba grabbed packet after packet of sweets. The assassin looked up from some foreign Malboros. "I didn't think you'd be into all of that candy."
"I'm not. But I need something that'll last for a few days."
"Damn!" Kenji slapped himself on the forehead. "I've forgotten to feed you." He searched through his wallet and found not much. Using his account would be practically running into Takashi's hands. He looked longingly at the cigarettes. "But I really wanted those Malboros..."
Kaiba pulled out something from his pocket and slapped it into Kenji's hands. "Here. I'll never smoke them."
The assassin held them up to the light. "Malboro...? Hm." He turned to grab something that composed of actual food. "You give me everything I want, Seto."
"But it's never for free. You're welcome, my love..." Kaiba muttered to himself as he went back to the sweets. A few more minutes of searching, he looked up. "Say, do you believe in true love?"
"True love?" Kenji muttered as he lit up. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You know, soul mates and all of that cheesy romance movie stuff." He sat right in the middle of the tiny aisle, looking up at the assassin.
Kenji sat next to him on the floor, puffing rather seriously. "Why do you ask?"
"A long time ago," Kaiba began, staring at the ceiling, "I used to think that was a load of shit. I used to think that there was no such thing as love, especially that stuff where two people would hardly know each other and suddenly fall in love for no reason."
"What interests me is that you thought there was no such thing as love, Seto."
Kaiba sighed deeply. "It was when my parents died. Mokuba and I were sent off to an orphanage. I hated it. Then Gozaburo [sp?] Kaiba visited the orphanage, and I cheated at a game of chess to get him to adopt us."
"And?" Kenji encouraged softly.
"It was hell. Worse than anything anyone could imagine. He would force us to study and work twelve hours a day. We couldn't play, and if even our handwriting was too messy, we weren't allowed to sleep until we 'practiced' with a thousand lines. He even..." He broke off, tears forming in his eyes.
"Don't worry about it. You don't have to continue." Kenji put out his cigarette and rested his head on top of Kaiba, rubbing his back softly.
"Not now, but I will. I want you to know everything about me."
"Womanish." Kenji spat again, but much softer this time around. "I assure you, you don't want to know anything about me. You'd hate it."
Kaiba smiled, and allowed Kenji to wipe the optometrical faucets located on his face. "God. I really do love you. Somehow."
Kenji smiled and lifted his chin. "Somehow." He leaned in for a kiss, ignoring the shocked look on the cashier's face.
"Hey, let's pay for our stuff. We don't need Takashi finding us." Kaiba got to his feet and brushed himself off.
Kenji pointed to the obscene amount of candy in the CEO's arms. "I don't have enough money for all of that."
"Yeah, so, I do." He dragged the sweets to the counter and to the still shocked cashier.
"I hope you carry cash. Using credit would be remarkably stupid."
"Oh, shut up." Kaiba pulled out a fat wallet. "How much will it be?"
"Nothing at all."
They both looked up to see the cashier (a young man with short black hair and a strange bone earring) pointing an obscenely large rifle at them. Kaiba's initial reaction was to drop his sweets to the floor and put his hands to the air. Kenji only wanted to get out his gun without getting Kaiba shot.
"The hell are you doing?" he snapped.
The rather unattractive (upon closer examination) man grinned, showing only about five teeth in his mouth. "Mr. Takashi has been wondering why the great Seto Kaiba has been reported as missing, but not as dead." His eyes narrowed to cat-like slits. "And here he was hoping that his assassin had just done a good job."
"Really?" Kenji mused. "Well, you can tell that twat that he can go suck his father's penis, because Kaiba isn't dying anytime soon, at my hands or at anyone else's."
The man smiled even wider, if that were possible. "Wrong answer, Kenji Kokuro."
Something heavy crashed on Kenji and Kaiba's heads, and all was black.
A Yu Gi Oh fan fic by Heavens to Bikini Kill
Six
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They drove, leaving that godforsaken motel behind them. In the car, a thick, dense silence existed, and it was content with swallowing any and all comfort between the two. Kenji looked right ahead at the road, not having any cigarettes to smoke, and Kaiba just looked out the window, not really paying attention to the open, green landscape.
After fifteen minutes of enduring this suffocating quiet, Kaiba had to wrench his lips open, otherwise he would choke. "You're cold."
Kenji rolled his eyes, and kept them on the road. "Whatever possesses you to say that?"
"You kiss me and say nothing afterwards. What kind of a man are you?"
He snorted in false contempt. "What do you -want- me to say then?"
"A simple 'I love you' would do." Kaiba folded his arms and began to pout like the little boy he truly was.
Kenji's eyebrows raised to the heavens, and his face seemed to slowly process what had just been said. The younger man stared and waited for a response as the assassin's brain chewed on that last spoken sentence slowly, savoring it, testing every morsel.
Kenji laughed.
Kaiba frowned. "What is so funny?"
"You're behaving like a woman." Kenji snickered for effect as he changed lanes. "I hardly know you. You hardly know me. What has it been? Four, five days? Only a silly, insecure woman would demand that I say 'I love you'."
"Excuse me? How dare you?" Kaiba raged. "I offered you my heart -- "
"I never asked for it," Kenji refuted sharply.
" -- But you didn't refuse it, either."
"Got me there." Kenji smirked. "So, you want me to tell that I love you."
"Unless it's not true, and that kiss was for nothing."
"Womanish. Foolish." He paused. "Fine. I love you."
Kaiba adopted Kenji's smirk. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" He faced the assassin. "I love you too."
"Ugh." Kenji looked as though he had just finished watching a God-awful film of some inappropriate sort. "What do you get out of me saying that?"
Kaiba stared. What kind of a fool was this man?
Kenji pressed on. "I fail to see why you need to be told these things. We both already know that I can't live without you, even though we've only known each other for four and a half days."
Kaiba smiled to himself, and looked back out at the window, no longer having to say anything.
----
Kenji pulled into an old, decaying gas station. "I hope you have to go. We're not making another stop until we get to the next motel."
Kaiba unbuckled himself and climbed out of the vehicle. "When's that?"
Kenji grinned evilly. "Another hundred kilometers or so."
"Fuck you."
"I wish you could, Seto. But here's not the place, and now's not the time."
Kaiba laughed and walked with him into the convenience store.
Kenji looked through the cigarettes as Kaiba grabbed packet after packet of sweets. The assassin looked up from some foreign Malboros. "I didn't think you'd be into all of that candy."
"I'm not. But I need something that'll last for a few days."
"Damn!" Kenji slapped himself on the forehead. "I've forgotten to feed you." He searched through his wallet and found not much. Using his account would be practically running into Takashi's hands. He looked longingly at the cigarettes. "But I really wanted those Malboros..."
Kaiba pulled out something from his pocket and slapped it into Kenji's hands. "Here. I'll never smoke them."
The assassin held them up to the light. "Malboro...? Hm." He turned to grab something that composed of actual food. "You give me everything I want, Seto."
"But it's never for free. You're welcome, my love..." Kaiba muttered to himself as he went back to the sweets. A few more minutes of searching, he looked up. "Say, do you believe in true love?"
"True love?" Kenji muttered as he lit up. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You know, soul mates and all of that cheesy romance movie stuff." He sat right in the middle of the tiny aisle, looking up at the assassin.
Kenji sat next to him on the floor, puffing rather seriously. "Why do you ask?"
"A long time ago," Kaiba began, staring at the ceiling, "I used to think that was a load of shit. I used to think that there was no such thing as love, especially that stuff where two people would hardly know each other and suddenly fall in love for no reason."
"What interests me is that you thought there was no such thing as love, Seto."
Kaiba sighed deeply. "It was when my parents died. Mokuba and I were sent off to an orphanage. I hated it. Then Gozaburo [sp?] Kaiba visited the orphanage, and I cheated at a game of chess to get him to adopt us."
"And?" Kenji encouraged softly.
"It was hell. Worse than anything anyone could imagine. He would force us to study and work twelve hours a day. We couldn't play, and if even our handwriting was too messy, we weren't allowed to sleep until we 'practiced' with a thousand lines. He even..." He broke off, tears forming in his eyes.
"Don't worry about it. You don't have to continue." Kenji put out his cigarette and rested his head on top of Kaiba, rubbing his back softly.
"Not now, but I will. I want you to know everything about me."
"Womanish." Kenji spat again, but much softer this time around. "I assure you, you don't want to know anything about me. You'd hate it."
Kaiba smiled, and allowed Kenji to wipe the optometrical faucets located on his face. "God. I really do love you. Somehow."
Kenji smiled and lifted his chin. "Somehow." He leaned in for a kiss, ignoring the shocked look on the cashier's face.
"Hey, let's pay for our stuff. We don't need Takashi finding us." Kaiba got to his feet and brushed himself off.
Kenji pointed to the obscene amount of candy in the CEO's arms. "I don't have enough money for all of that."
"Yeah, so, I do." He dragged the sweets to the counter and to the still shocked cashier.
"I hope you carry cash. Using credit would be remarkably stupid."
"Oh, shut up." Kaiba pulled out a fat wallet. "How much will it be?"
"Nothing at all."
They both looked up to see the cashier (a young man with short black hair and a strange bone earring) pointing an obscenely large rifle at them. Kaiba's initial reaction was to drop his sweets to the floor and put his hands to the air. Kenji only wanted to get out his gun without getting Kaiba shot.
"The hell are you doing?" he snapped.
The rather unattractive (upon closer examination) man grinned, showing only about five teeth in his mouth. "Mr. Takashi has been wondering why the great Seto Kaiba has been reported as missing, but not as dead." His eyes narrowed to cat-like slits. "And here he was hoping that his assassin had just done a good job."
"Really?" Kenji mused. "Well, you can tell that twat that he can go suck his father's penis, because Kaiba isn't dying anytime soon, at my hands or at anyone else's."
The man smiled even wider, if that were possible. "Wrong answer, Kenji Kokuro."
Something heavy crashed on Kenji and Kaiba's heads, and all was black.