Goodbye to God.

Another Yu-Gi-Oh! fan fic with (guess what?) Quentin Tarantino-inspiration by Heavens to Bikini Kill

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This is Four.

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It was the best of nights. It was the worst of nights. It was an age of wealth. It was an age of addiction.

Yeah yeah yeah, it's all the same.

I walked down the M District, a slightly cleaner (but not by much) area of Domino, looking for the address that the asshole (you know, AK) had given me. Of COURSE I didn't want to go, but honestly, did you think I actually had a choice? Please.

I looked up at the building in question and there was the dirtiest nightclub I ever did see. The very ground that I stood upon shook violently with the pounding beat of... TECHNO?? AK likes that... that crap?! No wonder he only gets to violate high school boys. (Not everyone in Japan is into electronic music, thank you very much. Well... Anzu is, but she's a stupid-head. Just kidding.)

I checked my watch, seven thirty in the PM. I spotted bright pink hair out of the corner of my eye. Asshole time.

AK walked up with Kohta flanking him, as if he were some sort of bodyguard. The asshole grinned and Pink Hair laughed through his cigarette. I noted that AK never seemed to allow himself to be seen using any chemical vices: alcohol, cigarettes, or his merchandise. Must have given himself an air of power to not succumb to the same crap that destroyed kids on the street everyday. Including Kaiba...

Poor Kaiba. (I do have a heart, but I never said that, okay?) He's on the road to being hopelessly addicted, and I've seen what happens to addicts over the past week. I couldn't care less what happens to the pompous ass, but Mokuba? Is he honestly thinking about Mokuba when he's snorting the powder? What's wrong with him?

Okay, enough of that. Let's go back to the asshole.

AK found it imperative to speak. "You made it, pet." Kohta found AK's new moniker for me ridiculously funny. I, unfortunately, did not.

"I didn't have much of a choice, did I?" I kept my fists to myself. Kohta once showed me one of the many knives that he keeps within his poser Matrix coat. He was wearing the coat that night. [A/N: Kohta reminds me of this one boy I know through debate/forensics. He seriously never goes anywhere without some sort of weapon. At a tournament, he carried this one cane. "That's not any sort of weapon!" I said. He grinned and pointed out the real 8-ball that's used as a handle. "I could bash someone's head in," he said. He once pulled a straight razor on a kid in the middle of some bookstore. Yeah. Really creepy, and you don't wanna fuck with him. Unless you like mutilation.]

The asshole's smile grew. "You're learning. Lovely." He turned to the nightclub, the place where I really didn't want to go to. "So, what do you think?"

I grimaced. "Couldn't we go to the House of Blue Leaves? It's only a train ride away... and hey! I think The 5,6,7,8s are playing tonight!" I cowered slightly at AK's glare. "Or we can stay in town! In fact, Baka Baka is playing downtown!" [A/N: The 5,6,7,8s are the COOLEST!]

Kohta raised an eyebrow. "YOU like The 5,6,7,8s? That's a GIRL'S kind of rock band." My blush confirmed his answer and he turned to AK. "Potentially gay."

I took great offense to that comment, but I remembered the poser Matrix coat and didn't do or say anything. I'm such a bitch.

AK smiled with great pleasure as Kohta tossed his cancer stick to the ground and crushed it swiftly with his toe. The asshole lead the way into the club and Pink Hair grabbed me by the elbow and tossed me through the door.

I expected to shell out some yen for cover charges, but the asshole nodded at the doorman and all three of us whizzed right by. So he's good for something.

AK grabbed us a booth (booths in a crappy nightclub?) and Kohta plopped me down right next to him. I tried to scoot away without being too obvious. Didn't work. Kohta growled and glared, and I was prompted to scoot closer to AK, bringing me a counterproductive result.

Pink Hair lit up yet another cancer stick. "Those things kill, you know."

He growled at me to shut up, and called out, "Oy! Supernova!"

Within ten seconds, a tall, lanky girl with relatively dark skin and shaggy black (with white streaks?) hair walked up, dressed as if she worked there. She forced a smile and acknowledged the two. "Hello, Kohta. AK." What appeared to be hate glittered through her eyes for a moment when she recognized the latter, but it was gone when I tried to take a closer look.

AK smirked, and the intent to cause humiliation and hurt ran through his eyes. It stayed there. "Tell me, how is your brother doing?"

She gritted her teeth dangerously and changed the subject to me. "Who is this?"

AK looked at me for a moment, and turned back to her. "Oh. Just a new... employee. His name's Jonouchi Katsuya, but he prefers to be called 'Pet'."

She rolled her eyes and shook my hand. "Nice to meet you --" she added the next part deliberately, "Katsuya."

"Nice to meet you too," I answered dutifully.

"Pet," AK added, "this is Supernova. She won't tell anyone her real name."

She glared and tried to change the subject again. "What will you three have?"

AK wouldn't drop it. "If I remember correctly, she's yakuza."

"I WAS yakuza," she snapped. "Boss Tenkawa was killed. Now, what will you have?"

"Oh yes. I remember now. And I remember that you said that you didn't want to work for anyone else but Tenkawa, and nobody wanted you anyway because you're half African," AK mocked mercilessly.

"What. Will. You. Have?" Supernova forced through her teeth.

AK chose to kill the joke for the sake of his thirst. "I shall have a club soda with grape juice, Kohta will take his scotch straight, and Pet will have..." he thought for a moment, "Pet will have a Raspberry Passion. With one of those cute little umbrellas in it."

Hell naw if I was going to take an apparently girly drink in front of AK. "I'll have water, please."

AK's arrogant smile disappeared, replaced with a very ugly look of anger. "Excuse me? I've ordered for you. It's rude to reject."

"Ah, but I am deathly allergic to raspberries," I tried.

AK snapped his fingers and Kohta pulled out the index card that had my face on it. AK took it and scanned it quickly, handing it back to Kohta. "No. You're not. Why are you lying?"

"I don't want a Raspberry Passion. I want water," I insisted, crossing my arms and pouting like a small child.

"Oh really? Well, I insist that you have a Raspberry Passion. It's quite refreshing, actually," AK snapped sarcastically.

"I'll just bring a small Raspberry Passion with a side of water for you, okay?" Supernova interrupted. She looked directly at me as she said this, and I swore I saw specks of sympathy in her eyes. She smiled. "Gee, I make it sound like we're at some fast food restaurant."

She laughed, and Kohta and I joined in, both apparently jumping at the chance to be sincerely amused. AK glared at his colleague, and he immediately stopped and growled at me. I stopped, and Supernova glared at AK.

He smirked right back. "Shouldn't you be off to get our drinks?" As she left, he added to her retreating back, "And tell the DJ to play some Denki Groove!"

I saw her shake violently for a few moments, and she continued on her way to the bar.

AK grinned after her in victory, and turned to me. "So. You digging the music, Pet?"

I tried my hardest to ignore the pounding, repetitive crap that emitted from thirteen speakers all around the room. "Absolutely fucking not. I hate techno."

"That's a pity." He stroked my hair. "You'll learn to tolerate it. Or perhaps even love it."

I changed the subject before I could punch him out. "How do you know Supernova?"

His eyebrow lifted in interest. "Hm? You like her?"

"She's pretty." What? I hadn't the opportunity to check out a girl in quite a while. [A/N: No, Supernova is NOT a Mary Sue. I promise you, she has her faults. A lot of them.]

"Really now. You're into girls?" His eyes flashed dangerously once more, and I chose not to answer. AK noticed. "I asked you a question, Pet." I still stayed silent. He stopped stroking my hair. "You dare to ignore me?" Still no answer on my part, and he yanked my head back, kissing me very publicly. I blushed furiously, and I prayed that nobody I knew was here. "Keep in mind that I employ you, I pay you, and I own you. Do not rub me the wrong way, Pet."

He waited for my answer, and I obliged. (What was I gonna do? Kohta keeps knives and he's in AK's service.) "Yes... AK."

"Oh no, I don't think you should call me by my name anymore. I refer to you by a nickname, you should be allotted that same opportunity." I didn't like where this was going, and I was right. "From now on, you will refer to me as Master. Are we clear?"

"Yes... Master."

"Good."

I bowed my head so that AK could not see me cry in shame and embarrassment.

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Supernova brought the drinks fairly quickly, and I downed my water without giving her the chance to actually set it down on the table. She smiled at my desperation, and promised to bring another glass later if I so wished. I wished.

AK's lip curled at our apparent nonspoken alliance against him. "Where is Pet's Raspberry Passion?" he snapped.

She nearly slammed it down between us. "Here."

He inspected it carefully. "Where is the umbrella that I asked for?"

For once, she smirked at him. "We're all out of cocktail umbrellas."

"That is bullshit and you know it," he snarled.

Her smile of small victory grew and at this point, she actually showed her teeth. "Would you like to check storage to confirm your hypothesis?" Her confidence grew as he refused to answer. "No? Then would you like to order any more feminine drinks? I believe we're all out of cherries also." She turned on her heels and marched away.

AK shoved the drink (which had lost most of its embarrassing feminine appearance) at me. "Drink it."

I drank, and I didn't mind. Hey, AK lost an opportunity to humiliate me. It was all good.

Until he began to stroke my leg. Boy, was that uncomfortable. He must have decided that if he couldn't humiliate me into total submission, then straight up molestation should work.

He put down his club soda (told you he doesn't drink alcohol) and Kohta watched on with his fifth cigarette in his mouth, and AK leaned even closer to me (if that were possible). "You know what my hands are telling me?" he whispered huskily. "They're telling me that you've got the body of a god." El mano de AK slid up my thigh. Urk. "Let's see if they're right."

Apparently Kohta does have a soul, and I think he was getting uncomfortable. "Um, I think I'm gonna go talk to Supernova over at the bar." His face was rapidly turning red and he let his cigarette go out.

AK was still making his way to my zipper. "You will stay right there, Kohta." Kohta obeyed, and I didn't know why. (Doesn't HE carry the weapons?) He diverted his attentions back to me. "Now... I believe I was just about to..." His fingers trickled over my zipper, and I gulped loudly. "Relax, Pet."

Idiot.

He chose to ignore my obvious sentiments towards him, and pressed on the zipper softly. "I think this will be rather enjoyable." He paused for measure. "For me, at least."

I gritted my teeth so hard I thought they would break. "Whatever makes you say that?" Such sarcasm must be unhealthy.

"Because you and I both know that you're a stone-cold fag." He seemed to want to put off the actual undoing of the zipper. For measure, of course.

"You have no idea what you're talking about." I struggled not to retch when I added, "Master."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, that's so."

"Hm. Insolent, are we?" He began to slowly unzip my trousers. "I can fix that."

Don't nobody want to be a Good Samaritan and save me anymore? I looked around frantically for security or somebody (even Supernova was nowhere in sight) to help me. All were either ignoring everyone else or had assumed that I was AK's bitch, and didn't want to intervene.

But apparently, one person had noticed that AK was totally trying to diddle with me in public, and he walked up to our booth. Unfortunately, it was the last person I wanted to see.

"Kaiba?"

[A/N: Oooooh! Semi-cliffhanger! And YES, this chapter is finally long enough! And a new character, who I promise you will not go for Jou (and Jou won't go for her) but will play a nonromantic role later in this strange, twisted, dark humor story. Heh, what if she went for Anzu? I'd have like a mini-yuri story in here. Hey... that's not a bad idea. Not a bad idea at all. Or if she went for Mai? Or Isis? Or Shizuka? Or... or...heheheheheh. That's a big maybe. As in, I am seriously considering it. Noticed how AK and Kohta are changing as this story progresses? Kohta used to be the dangerous one, and AK the source of relief. Now AK is totally abusing Jou, and Kohta obviously doesn't like it that much. And I wonder how Supernova knows AK, and why does she hate him so? (Other than the fact that he is one pretty sadist.) Hmm.. speculate amongst yourselves, and leave a review while you're at it.]