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 Five.

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Oh hell.

AK looked up, and realized that Kaiba and I knew each other. His smirk, unfortunately, grew. "Kaiba-san. One of my best customers. I hope you found the goods I delivered yesterday in proper order." He kicked back and waited for Kaiba's reaction as he sipped benignly on his club soda.

Kaiba was apparently in a state of shock, and he had to force out his next words. "AK. It was a... pleasure. I see you and Jonouchi-san --" (he has never called me that, ever) "know each other outside of work."

"Ah, yes. You've dueled with Pet on multiple occasions, correct?"

Kaiba turned red with what I like to think is embarrassment. "That is irrelevant."

"I will decide what has relevancy. Are we clear, Kaiba-san?"

I have never seen Kaiba so submissive and weak ever in my life. He wasn't arrogant, he wasn't even assertive. This could not be the Kaiba Seto that I knew (and hated). The real Kaiba Seto was irritating, demanding, and bossy, he was insanely determined and he was flashy, he was worldly and he was openly powerful. What I saw in front in me in that nightclub was a thin wasp of a man, well on the road to destruction by cocaine. He wasn't even wearing one of his stupid fruity trenchcoats, and the cashmere sweater that he was wearing hung limply on his shoulders, which caused me to wonder if he ever ate anymore. Probably not.

Back to the current situation, with AK mocking Kaiba mercilessly and me turning redder and redder as the CEO in question absorbed the scene. A hundred thousand yen says that if he ever sees Mai around Domino, he'll tell her a story about how I must be gay. Urgh. She'll totally use that against me. I know she would.

Kaiba stared for a few more moments before trying to excuse himself without looking like a blubbering idiot. "I'll see you tomorrow at six fifteen. Saraba da." He bowed, and quickly ducked out of the area.

AK threw an arm over my shoulder under the pretense of success. "Kaiba-san looked as though he knew you very well. You two aren't...?"

"Absolutely fucking not." My voice, for the first time that evening , actually rose a few pitches above his, perhaps because I was reminded of the fact that I was supposed to hate Kaiba with all of my being. (I think I'm hating AK a bit more...) "I can't stand that pompous ass."

AK kept his smirk. Ugh. That smirk is ugly. "Really? So I suppose you wouldn't mind delivering product to him from now on?"

"Yeah yeah yeah, whatever." I turned, as so not to face him. Fortunately for me, my eye caught my watch. "Holy shit!"

AK frowned, and Kohta woke out of his stupor (he had done nothing but sit and watch AK drool all over me, at AK's demand). "What?"

"It's to midnight!"

"Are you going to turn into a pumpkin?" AK answered scathingly, and my mind suffered a slight blow. It recovered.

"No, but I have school tomorrow and I have to get up at six in the morning! At this rate I'll only get five and a half hours of sleep!"

AK rolled his eyes to the heavens, and he adjusted his prop tortoiseshell glasses. (He doesn't need them, but he wears them to look cool.) "How much do you need, Pet?"

I glared and I got up. AK pushed me back down. "I have to get to school on time."

"Or what?" Now AK was the one who was behaving like a child.

"Or I'll get a week's worth of after-school detention, and I won't be able to deliver anything for you." I paused for measure. "That means you can't see me."

AK snorted in contempt and rolled his eyes to the heavens. "I could see you whenever I wanted, but tonight I'll humor you. You may leave."

I got up and left, thinking that I wasn't going to say another goddamn word. But AK noticed my deliberate silence and said very loudly, "What do we say, Pet?"

I growled to myself and turned red as other patrons turned to look at me. "Thank you... Master."

"Much better. Now, go on home. I will see you in two days after school. No excuses."

I ran the hell out of that club. I didn't care if Kaiba saw me or not.

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I, thank the gods, woke up at six, after immediately crashing on my bed in my clothes when I got home that night. My father was asleep at the couch, the TV blaring nonsense, with two empty beer bottles on the floor. He's making progress, I suppose.

I ran most of the way to school, not because I was running late, but because I was so used to the routine. Wake up, roll out of bed, throw myself in the shower, throw myself out, throw on my uniform, take a swig of some milk (ain't nothing to eat in that place), run to school in order to not be late. This morning I lucked out. I was in front of Domino High with half an hour to spare.

Anzu, Honda, and Yuugi (who occasionally talked to his yami, Atemu) were all outside of the steps when they heard me coming. Honda grinned like the true idiot that he is (but I love him anyway). "Hey! Jou's on time for once!"

Yuugi smiled and nodded energetically (he's the size of a ten year old kid, and he's got the chipperness to match). Anzu flashed the V sign. (Ugh.) "See what happens when you start to care about your education, Jou? It's all about --"

"Yeah yeah yeah," I interrupted her before she could link my success to friendship. "I only rushed because I didn't want a week of detention. Sensei Kukihara can really back up her threats."

They all laughed, because they knew it was true.

"Hey! Katsuya! Jonouchi-san!" A female seemed to be addressing me, and we all turned to see who it was.

"Supernova! What's up?" I grinned. It's nice to see a familiar face outside of school.

She had parked her motorcycle right at the curb, and she tucked her helmet under her arm. Yuugi, Honda, and Anzu all stared as if she were from outer space, probably because she and her bike were both entirely decorated in white. She walked up to me and shook my hand graciously. "How are you? It was a pleasure meeting you last night."

"Last night?" Yuugi was surprised. "You said you were over at the library last night."

I looked immediately to Supernova, who immediately knew that my friends knew nothing about my... involvement in the narcotics industry. She looked to the others and nodded. "Yes. I met him at the library last night. I was trying to get a book on the top shelf. He helped me out. Nice friend you have there."

I secretly let out a sigh of relief. "Guys, this is Supernova."

They all dutifully said their hellos. She shook each of their hands, but seemed to pause when she got to Anzu. Her mouth dropped open slightly, and she quickly gained the bad habit of staring. "Why... hello."

I jumped in, so to save Supernova's pride. "This is Mazaki Anzu."

"Really? Pleasure to meet you, Anzu. That is... quite a pretty name." She was actually blushing. Can you believe that? I barely could.

Anzu was oblivious and only said thank you.

Yuugi checked his watch. "It's ten minutes to class. We should get going."

Supernova held up a hand. "I would like to talk to you for a moment, Katsuya."

I nodded and called to the others, "I'll be right there in a minute, don't wait up!" They left for class, leaving me alone with Supernova.

She rocked on her heels and whistled nervously, not really touching on the subject. "Anzu's very pretty... does she have a... you know... boyfriend or anything?"

I giggled a bit. (Yes, I do giggle.) "No. And nobody really knows if she's truly straight, so... chance for you?" That was bullshit, and I know it. Everybody knows that she's totally (and possibly way too much) into Atemu.

"Yeah, yeah..." She tried really hard to look nonchalant. Didn't work. "Great. Chance for me."

"So..." I drifted. "What'd you want to talk to me about?"

"Oh! Oh, yes," she came back to reality, "It's about AK."

"Oh, GOD. Does that asshole want me to ditch school or something?"

She frowned. "What? What makes you think that I would ever lower myself to work for that cunt?" She noted my "excuse me?" expression. "Whoops, sorry."

I shook it off. "Whatever. Please, make it quick."

She pulled what appeared to be a slim, wooden case with a hilt (a hilt?) sticking out of it. "Now that AK has announced to everyone in the... industry that you are his, you might have to protect yourself. There are other druglords, yakuza or not, who would love to get rid of competition. AK, of course, is nothing, but it's best to be safe. A friend of mine makes great weaponry, so I got him to allow you this."

I examined it carefully between my fingers. "Is it a...?"

"Yep. A knife. I would have given you one of my swords, but that'd be kind of hard to conceal. And look," she pointed to the case as if she were giving me a birthday present at a pleasant little slumber party, "I decorated the sheath. Thought it should have a personal touch."

The sheath was painted black, with what appeared to be white typewritten words (in English, which I know) all over it. She even added a screened photo of The 5,6,7,8s. How kind.

However, she had still given me a knife right before school started for the day, which made me wonder what kind of weapons she carried. I nodded my thanks, and she smiled as though it were nothing. Yep. Definitely former yakuza.

She added, "I need you to meet me outside of the park after school. With AK all over you, somebody's gotta teach you how to hold your own."

I grimaced apologetically. "I can't. We've all made plans to go to the arcade after school today. I can't cancel on my friends."

She rolled her eyes. "Self-defense doesn't outweigh the arcade?"

"I'm sorry." I thought for a moment. "You can meet us there though..."

"Absolutely not. Your friends don't need to see me."

"Anzu's going to be there." I knew I caught her attention. "And she plays DDR."

Supernova's face brightened. "Really? I'll be there." Her eyes went all cloudy, and I'm pretty sure I know why. She waved me away as she put her helmet back on and walked back to her motorcycle. "Go on off to class."

I did, and I heard the engine zipping away to wherever.

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Let's not talk about how much school normally sucks.

Anzu, Yuugi, Honda, and I all ran out of that terrible building, taking off our respective blazers and ties, glad to be free of school-prison for at least a few hours. In the stereotypical friendship fashion, we walked and laughed and teased our way to the nearest arcade.

Where Supernova was waiting, leaning against her motorcycle, only two seconds away from lighting a cigarette.

Anzu recognized her. "Hey, is that... who'd you call her? Supernova?"

Honda nodded. "Yeah, I think it is."

Yuugi frowned. "Is that a cigarette in her mouth? That's disgusting."

If I were a silly cartoon character, I would have started to sweat profusely. Yuugi, being the innocent little boy that he is, refuses to be around anyone who submits to chemical vices. (This includes smoking.) I know. I remember him going on the rampage over at Honda's house, throwing out any and all alcohol and/or cigarettes. I only wish you could have seen the look on Honda's sister's face when she got home to see her precious wine coolers all gone. And I wish you could have seen Honda try to make her believe that Yuugi actually went on any sort of rampage.

Supernova looked up and saw the disgusted look on Yuugi's face and the expectant look on Anzu's, and tossed the unlit cigarette to the ground. Ouch. Those things cost money. She must really be interested.

"Hey, Supernova. You came."

She rolled her eyes to the sky. "Yeah. I did." She turned to Anzu, under the pretense of coolness and calmness. Pssh, yeah right. "You're... Anzu, right?" My ass she didn't remember her name. One day and I already knew she had a crush.

Anzu nodded and smiled, totally oblivious. "And you're Supernova. Cool that you're here. Maybe we can all hang out today!"

"I asked her to meet us here," I explained.

"Oh. That's cool." Anzu's smile grew, and I swear I saw Supernova melt.

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Everything was wonderful.

Anzu challenged Supernova to a game of DDR (as she does to everyone she hangs out with), and I swear I saw Supernova blush when she said yes. She made up some bullshit story about how she wasn't that good and perhaps Anzu should help her get better. Uh huh. She wants her.

Anzu, being the oblivious girl that she is, grabbed Supernova around the waist and pulled her over to the nearest DDR machine. She melted again, and was barely able to put her tokens in the slot. I know she chose fast songs on purpose (give me a better excuse for choosing Afronova on heavy) and her eyes constantly drifted from the screen to Anzu's derriere. Once again, Anzu didn't notice.

Yuugi challenged Honda to a round of Tekken; Honda lost badly. Anzu kept laughing and poking at Supernova playfully, encouraging her to try harder. And I stood against the wall, sipping on a soda, watching my friends waste their money on pressing buttons and watching screens. Everything was most definitely wonderful.

Until the pager that Anzu got me for my birthday vibrated furiously at my side. Only one other person would ever page me at this point. Can you guess?

I tapped each of my friends on the shoulder, telling them that I had to go home, because my father was expecting dinner early tonight. Both Supernova and Honda knew it was bullshit: the former knowing that AK was summoning me to molest and force me to deliver drugs, Honda because he knew that I would never do shit for my father. They said nothing, for ignorance is bliss.

Supernova, however, nodded to my blazer, forcing me to remember that she had given me a dagger earlier, and that she expected me to use it. She muttered something about meeting her tomorrow evening at the park that was about two blocks away from Domino High.

You know, it's awfully nice of her to try to teach me self-defense, but really. What can I possibly do with AK all up in my pants?

[A/N: That chapter was fluffier, longer, and concentrated more on Supernova's newborn crush on Anzu. I'll get back to Jou molestation and potential violence next chapter. Oh yeah, and next chapter, Jou and Kaiba will get a bit... closer. You'll find out how. Sorry for this sketchiness. I wanted something slightly happier. To make up for it, the Heavens to Bikini Kill jukebox presents "Feels Blind" by Bikini Kill: As I woman I was taught to always be hungry. Yeah, women are well acquainted with thirst. Yeah, we can eat just about anything. We may even eat your hate up like love... we eat your hate like love, we eat your hate like love. We eat your hate like love, we eat your hate like love. We eat your hate like love, we eat your hate like love. We eat your hate like fucking love... HOW DOES IT FEEL? IT FEELS BLIND. HOW DOES IT FEEL, WELL, IT FEELS FUCKING BLIND. WHAT HAVE YOU TAUGHT ME? NOTHING. LOOK WHAT YOU'VE TAUGHT ME, YOUR WORLD HAS TAUGHT ME NOTHING. See you next chapter.]