blazing star.
A Yu Gi Oh fan fic by Heavens to Bikini Kill
Seven
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Seto Kaiba, CEO of Kaiba Corp, top duelist, and new lover of Kenji Kokuro, woke up tied to something made of wood. His mind, still blurry, told him it was a chair.
He shook his head a bit to clear his mind's eye. Looking around closely, he found that he was in a warehouse of some sort, in the middle of nowhere. He didn't think that he was anywhere near Tokyo or Domino.
The room was noticeably dark, and Kaiba had to squint in order to look around, only being able to see what was directly in front of him. Therefore, all that was in the warehouse (for Kaiba, at least) was a table and some assorted boxes.
"Seto?" a voice whispered croakily. "Are you awake?"
Something hard clashed awfully with flesh, and Kaiba cringed as he heard Kenji groan with anguish. Another voice barked something about no talking.
The room stayed silent as Kaiba mulled the situation over. Takashi was obviously some sort of sadist. There was no definite idea on what he'd do to Kenji, but Kaiba knew that Takashi would not let either of them get out alive.
The door wrenched open and Kaiba squinted even more as the sunlight nearly blinded him. The silhouette of a two tall, lanky men flanking a shorter, wider man formed in the doorway, and the strings of light all flicked on above his head.
Kaiba eyes once again had to adjust, and he did not like the sight he saw. "Takashi!"
A large, balding man with enormous glasses and an awful smirk looked right back at Kaiba. As Kaiba struggled with his binds, the smile grew and grew until Kaiba could see a mouth full of yellow, rotting teeth.
Takashi spoke. "What do we have here? The great Mr. Kaiba is...powerless."
The room echoed with slow, measured laughter as Takashi's thugs joined in.
He lifted a hand and the laughter stopped. "You will find, Mr. Kaiba, that nothing is more effective than ruthlessness."
"You mean killing people you can't compete with?" Kaiba growled.
Takashi smiled even more. "Hm. Jealous?"
"Not of a murdering twat like you."
"Perhaps it's because I was able to get the yakuza on my side..."
"Oh, so now you have to resort to organized crime just to make a profit?" Kaiba snarled. "Not too impressive, Takashi. Tactics of an overly desperate man."
"Don't flatter yourself, Kaiba." He pointed to the left. "You will also find that the odds are all in my favor. Examine carefully the state of your...boyfriend."
Kaiba saw Kenji, matted hair and bleeding, chained to a wall by his wrists. "What do you want with him? He has no quarrel with you!"
Takashi clucked. "Silly boy. Mr. Kokuro and I had an agreement, a contract if you will. He violated the terms of the contract, therefore he must meet retribution." He stroked his first chin thoughtfully. "I would even go as far to say that it's your fault."
"You don't understand love, Takashi, and for that I pity you."
Takashi chuckled, and his stomach rolls quaked. "Don't serve me that. You die tonight, Kaiba." He laughed even harder, and he signaled to his yakuza that it was time for them to leave.
The door slammed behind them, and the only light left was that of the waning sun through the window.
"S-seto..." Kenji mumbled. "A-are...a-are you alright?"
Seto smiled sadly. "Don't worry about me. You need help."
"Fuck that. It's my fault you're here."
"We could get into that, but now's not the time."
Kenji paused carefully. "Seto, you can get out of here."
"Don't shit me like that."
"No, I'm serious. I looked around the room while they were beating me. There's a table only three feet away from where you are, and a box cutter's on it."
"Shut up, Kenji. I won't be able to get you out of here."
"Will you just forget about me?! Damn it, Seto --" Kenji stopped and cringed as pain coursed through his veins.
"Kenji..." Kaiba whispered. Oh, how he wished to touch him at that moment!
"Don't...don't be stupid. I know you can shift over to that table and get the box cutter."
"I won't. I..can't leave this place without you."
"Damn it, Seto. Even if I could leave with you, Takashi will still hunt me down. I don't have the money to get some sort of security detail."
"You...you can live with me! I'll spend whatever it takes to keep us safe together," Kaiba pleaded desperately.
Kenji sighed. "You and I both now that that will never work. Seto, please. Don't try to make this hard."
"No. I will not leave without you."
"Do not draw this out any longer. We only have at most two hours of daylight left...Takashi will come to kill us both...he'll probably torture you...I can't stand that..."
"But --"
Kenji gritted his teeth as he shot, "Leave. Now."
Kaiba couldn't see the box cutter through his tears as he dragged his chair to the table. Struggling for a while, he grabbed hold of the blade and carefully cut his way through the rope. After cutting himself a few times, his hands were free. He went to work on the foot binds.
But he didn't get up from the chair.
"Kaiba, bakayaro! Get out of here!" Kenji shouted.
"I will not! I love you too much for that!" Kaiba shouted right back.
"Don't be so damn stupid...please, Seto. I don't want you to die. Not yet." Kenji couldn't wipe his eyes, and streams flowed down his face.
"I promise you, I will get out of here. But not yet..." Kaiba whispered as he walked to his chained lover. "Gods, Kenji, what have you done to me? I'm so weak around you..."
"Womanish..." Kenji mumbled, and he chuckled. "Seto, you've got to give me what I want. And I want you to get out of here in one piece."
"It's not for free, Kenji." Kaiba knelt down beside and stroked his chin.
"Then what do I have to do to convince you to leave?"
"A kiss." Kaiba took over Kenji's dry, chapped lips.
"Damn it, Seto," Kenji mumbled into Kaiba's mouth, "I've had the shit beat out of me...I'm too tired for this."
"No, you're not."
Kenji only answered by kissing him back. As their lips merged, the world melted around them, and all they could think about was each other, and what they wanted, and what they knew was the truth. Kenji tugged constantly and hopelessly at the chains around his wrists, and that only made Kaiba even more sad, and he wanted to save his own life even less.
Kaiba wrapped his arms around Kenji's neck and held him, rocking back and forth. The former assassin sighed deeply. "I love you more than you will ever know."
"I think I'm going to cry," Kaiba mumbled.
"Please, don't. I just might laugh at you." Kenji smiled through his tears as Kaiba brushed his hair away from his face. "Gods, we're acting like a couple from one of those romance books."
"Oh, shut up, Kenji Kokuro."
"It's hateful, Seto Kaiba." Kenji had to smile again. "I could say your name all day. This has been really drawn out. Get out of here."
Kaiba kissed Kenji's forehead delicately. "I'll come back for you."
This time, Kenji didn't argue.
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My sins have caught up with me tonight. It's about time, God, where were you when I was killing so many men, so many women?
I'm hearing footsteps crunching against the gravel, and each step seems to be measured, a march to my death.
So as I wait for Takashi's yakuza thugs to destroy me in anger of Seto Kaiba's escape (and their pending arrest, I know he'll have it done), I think I should like to try to make things up with You.
God, my primary point of order is as thus: why would You let me get away with all of this? Was it in Your Divine Plan to have me torn apart in a decaying warehouse in the middle of nowhere in Japan? I'm so sorry, God, that this happened. I honestly don't know how I got here.
In addition, Sir, I'd like to take this time to apologize. I've ruined Seto Kaiba's life. No, really, God, I have. He should have never met me. I should have never gone to Domino. I should have risked it and stayed in Tokyo. Hell, I would have been willing to move out to America just to spare Kaiba all of this hell. Nobody deserves to go through what I put him through. Can you do me a favor, God, and somehow make sure that he can just forget me once he gets back home?
The door has opened, and Takashi's digusting smile has been wiped off of his face. He's forgotten all logic as he's pointing at me, screaming at me, accusing me of somehow letting Kaiba escape.
Beating me won't work, you damn pig.
Gods, Seto. I want you too much. You've eaten out my insides, this hurts so much to think that I won't see you for (hopefully) a few more decades. Seto...please, don't come back. Run.
I've been preparing for this moment all of my life.
I think I've been forgiven. Are there any cigarettes in heaven?
A Yu Gi Oh fan fic by Heavens to Bikini Kill
Seven
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Seto Kaiba, CEO of Kaiba Corp, top duelist, and new lover of Kenji Kokuro, woke up tied to something made of wood. His mind, still blurry, told him it was a chair.
He shook his head a bit to clear his mind's eye. Looking around closely, he found that he was in a warehouse of some sort, in the middle of nowhere. He didn't think that he was anywhere near Tokyo or Domino.
The room was noticeably dark, and Kaiba had to squint in order to look around, only being able to see what was directly in front of him. Therefore, all that was in the warehouse (for Kaiba, at least) was a table and some assorted boxes.
"Seto?" a voice whispered croakily. "Are you awake?"
Something hard clashed awfully with flesh, and Kaiba cringed as he heard Kenji groan with anguish. Another voice barked something about no talking.
The room stayed silent as Kaiba mulled the situation over. Takashi was obviously some sort of sadist. There was no definite idea on what he'd do to Kenji, but Kaiba knew that Takashi would not let either of them get out alive.
The door wrenched open and Kaiba squinted even more as the sunlight nearly blinded him. The silhouette of a two tall, lanky men flanking a shorter, wider man formed in the doorway, and the strings of light all flicked on above his head.
Kaiba eyes once again had to adjust, and he did not like the sight he saw. "Takashi!"
A large, balding man with enormous glasses and an awful smirk looked right back at Kaiba. As Kaiba struggled with his binds, the smile grew and grew until Kaiba could see a mouth full of yellow, rotting teeth.
Takashi spoke. "What do we have here? The great Mr. Kaiba is...powerless."
The room echoed with slow, measured laughter as Takashi's thugs joined in.
He lifted a hand and the laughter stopped. "You will find, Mr. Kaiba, that nothing is more effective than ruthlessness."
"You mean killing people you can't compete with?" Kaiba growled.
Takashi smiled even more. "Hm. Jealous?"
"Not of a murdering twat like you."
"Perhaps it's because I was able to get the yakuza on my side..."
"Oh, so now you have to resort to organized crime just to make a profit?" Kaiba snarled. "Not too impressive, Takashi. Tactics of an overly desperate man."
"Don't flatter yourself, Kaiba." He pointed to the left. "You will also find that the odds are all in my favor. Examine carefully the state of your...boyfriend."
Kaiba saw Kenji, matted hair and bleeding, chained to a wall by his wrists. "What do you want with him? He has no quarrel with you!"
Takashi clucked. "Silly boy. Mr. Kokuro and I had an agreement, a contract if you will. He violated the terms of the contract, therefore he must meet retribution." He stroked his first chin thoughtfully. "I would even go as far to say that it's your fault."
"You don't understand love, Takashi, and for that I pity you."
Takashi chuckled, and his stomach rolls quaked. "Don't serve me that. You die tonight, Kaiba." He laughed even harder, and he signaled to his yakuza that it was time for them to leave.
The door slammed behind them, and the only light left was that of the waning sun through the window.
"S-seto..." Kenji mumbled. "A-are...a-are you alright?"
Seto smiled sadly. "Don't worry about me. You need help."
"Fuck that. It's my fault you're here."
"We could get into that, but now's not the time."
Kenji paused carefully. "Seto, you can get out of here."
"Don't shit me like that."
"No, I'm serious. I looked around the room while they were beating me. There's a table only three feet away from where you are, and a box cutter's on it."
"Shut up, Kenji. I won't be able to get you out of here."
"Will you just forget about me?! Damn it, Seto --" Kenji stopped and cringed as pain coursed through his veins.
"Kenji..." Kaiba whispered. Oh, how he wished to touch him at that moment!
"Don't...don't be stupid. I know you can shift over to that table and get the box cutter."
"I won't. I..can't leave this place without you."
"Damn it, Seto. Even if I could leave with you, Takashi will still hunt me down. I don't have the money to get some sort of security detail."
"You...you can live with me! I'll spend whatever it takes to keep us safe together," Kaiba pleaded desperately.
Kenji sighed. "You and I both now that that will never work. Seto, please. Don't try to make this hard."
"No. I will not leave without you."
"Do not draw this out any longer. We only have at most two hours of daylight left...Takashi will come to kill us both...he'll probably torture you...I can't stand that..."
"But --"
Kenji gritted his teeth as he shot, "Leave. Now."
Kaiba couldn't see the box cutter through his tears as he dragged his chair to the table. Struggling for a while, he grabbed hold of the blade and carefully cut his way through the rope. After cutting himself a few times, his hands were free. He went to work on the foot binds.
But he didn't get up from the chair.
"Kaiba, bakayaro! Get out of here!" Kenji shouted.
"I will not! I love you too much for that!" Kaiba shouted right back.
"Don't be so damn stupid...please, Seto. I don't want you to die. Not yet." Kenji couldn't wipe his eyes, and streams flowed down his face.
"I promise you, I will get out of here. But not yet..." Kaiba whispered as he walked to his chained lover. "Gods, Kenji, what have you done to me? I'm so weak around you..."
"Womanish..." Kenji mumbled, and he chuckled. "Seto, you've got to give me what I want. And I want you to get out of here in one piece."
"It's not for free, Kenji." Kaiba knelt down beside and stroked his chin.
"Then what do I have to do to convince you to leave?"
"A kiss." Kaiba took over Kenji's dry, chapped lips.
"Damn it, Seto," Kenji mumbled into Kaiba's mouth, "I've had the shit beat out of me...I'm too tired for this."
"No, you're not."
Kenji only answered by kissing him back. As their lips merged, the world melted around them, and all they could think about was each other, and what they wanted, and what they knew was the truth. Kenji tugged constantly and hopelessly at the chains around his wrists, and that only made Kaiba even more sad, and he wanted to save his own life even less.
Kaiba wrapped his arms around Kenji's neck and held him, rocking back and forth. The former assassin sighed deeply. "I love you more than you will ever know."
"I think I'm going to cry," Kaiba mumbled.
"Please, don't. I just might laugh at you." Kenji smiled through his tears as Kaiba brushed his hair away from his face. "Gods, we're acting like a couple from one of those romance books."
"Oh, shut up, Kenji Kokuro."
"It's hateful, Seto Kaiba." Kenji had to smile again. "I could say your name all day. This has been really drawn out. Get out of here."
Kaiba kissed Kenji's forehead delicately. "I'll come back for you."
This time, Kenji didn't argue.
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My sins have caught up with me tonight. It's about time, God, where were you when I was killing so many men, so many women?
I'm hearing footsteps crunching against the gravel, and each step seems to be measured, a march to my death.
So as I wait for Takashi's yakuza thugs to destroy me in anger of Seto Kaiba's escape (and their pending arrest, I know he'll have it done), I think I should like to try to make things up with You.
God, my primary point of order is as thus: why would You let me get away with all of this? Was it in Your Divine Plan to have me torn apart in a decaying warehouse in the middle of nowhere in Japan? I'm so sorry, God, that this happened. I honestly don't know how I got here.
In addition, Sir, I'd like to take this time to apologize. I've ruined Seto Kaiba's life. No, really, God, I have. He should have never met me. I should have never gone to Domino. I should have risked it and stayed in Tokyo. Hell, I would have been willing to move out to America just to spare Kaiba all of this hell. Nobody deserves to go through what I put him through. Can you do me a favor, God, and somehow make sure that he can just forget me once he gets back home?
The door has opened, and Takashi's digusting smile has been wiped off of his face. He's forgotten all logic as he's pointing at me, screaming at me, accusing me of somehow letting Kaiba escape.
Beating me won't work, you damn pig.
Gods, Seto. I want you too much. You've eaten out my insides, this hurts so much to think that I won't see you for (hopefully) a few more decades. Seto...please, don't come back. Run.
I've been preparing for this moment all of my life.
I think I've been forgiven. Are there any cigarettes in heaven?