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 Six.

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I think AK gets off to me knocking on his door.

He threw it open, totally breathless, then he realized that I was still standing. He composed himself into his routine asshole manner, and smirked. I only glared. His eyes narrowed and he yanked me into the apartment by my collar.

He threw me into the general living space, where Kohta was packing tiny sampler bags of cocaine. This time he wasn't smoking the merchandise, but a cigarette dangled out of his mouth anyway. I waved hello to Pink Hair, and he only nodded his recognition.

AK's index finger ran down my cheek. Ass. "Wait here."

I let out my AK-nervous anticipation breath the moment he left the room. Kohta looked up to see his partner gone, and looked to me. "How are you, Jonouchi-san?"

I was sort of surprised, for that was the first time Kohta had ever struck a conversation with me when AK wasn't there. Normally he just growled and fiddled with some razor until AK returned. Of course, I didn't want to incite Kohta's pink haired rage, so I answered the best I could. "I'm fine, considering the circumstances."

Kohta laughed, but sincerely this time around. "You're not the first, and I doubt you'll be the last."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I think I had an idea, I just needed Kohta to confirm it.

"It means, Jonouchi-san, that AK's gone through plenty of high school boys like yourself. All of them in situations like your own, all of them in need of money."

"There has to be a reason why he does this, then..."

"Yeah, it gives him power. He doesn't look like it, but he gets off on power." Kohta paused to put out his cigarette. "You know, he wasn't always like this... He wasn't such an ass when we first met..." He put down the bag he was packing, and drifted off into space.

Only to be pulled out of it by AK's reentry. "Is that all, Kohta, or do you wish to tell Pet even more about when we were young and stupid?"

"There's lots to tell, AK," Kohta growled softly, "and not all of it is about us."

"Give Pet a history lesson later. For now, we must deal with this." The "this" in question was a dog collar that he held up in my face. It was black leather, yes. It had studs, yes. And most of all, it had a sterling silver name tag, with "Pet" engraved on it.

Kohta snorted and put down the cocaine to light up another cigarette. "Wonderful. So Jonouchi-san gets to inherit the collar."

AK laughed, but never sincerely. "Rather early, I know. But I think I'm getting attached this time around." He looked to me. "What do you think?"

"I think you're a sick fuck."

I honestly regret saying that. I should have known enough not to be so insolent. But men and their pride...

AK's smirk turned very ugly. His eyes narrowed in pure anger, yet his voice was as always, calm and unwavering. (But I think he was a little too quiet for comfort.) "I will not ask you to repeat it. I will only tell you that you will never speak to me in such a manner again. Are we clear, Pet?"

I refused to answer, more insolence on my part.

"I asked you a question, and I expect an answer."

Still no speech emitting from my voice box. Ooooh, I must have been thinking crazy that night.

AK said nothing more. He only grabbed me by the collar, and in an amazing show of strength, shoved me to the wall and held me there. "Insolent boy," he murmured, "I'll have to teach you obedience."

You guessed it. He molested me. Again.

To be accurate, he threw aside my blazer (thank the gods he didn't notice the dagger in there, he was too absorbed in me), unbuttoned my shirt, and in a stereotypical fashion ran his hands all over my chest. He mumbled some assorted (and stupid) things about how I was a bad dog and how I needed to be punished or I would never learn. Honestly, you would think that if I was so "bad" as he said, then he should just stop paying me. But no, a sadist doesn't think like that.

His stupid hands slid in their stupid manner down to my stupid zipper and he stupidly threatened to stupidly unzip my trousers and stupidly violate me. Fortunately, Kohta isn't as half as stupid, and he got up and threw a pillow at AK's head. "Haven't you had enough?"

AK threw me aside ('cuz, you know, I'm no more than his pet at this point), and strode up to Kohta under the pretense of authority. Kohta refused to back down, and instead only crossed his arms and served up a very frightening death glare. "Excuse me?" AK snapped.

"I said, 'Haven't you had enough?' You've been molesting high school boys left and right for the past five years. Ever stop to think how it affects people around you?"

AK snickered. "Do you honestly think I care about what happens to them? They're toys. When toys are old or broken, you throw them away. You've known this for five years, since when did you get so humanitarian on me?"

"So maybe you don't care what happens to these boys, but I know you care about how it affects me, if nobody else. I went into this industry so I could be with you, and you did the same for me. Now suddenly molesting teenagers is more important? You're making it really hard to love you, AK..."

Say what? Kohta and AK are... in love? Well, not at this moment, because AK is addicted to teenage boys, but they must have been together at some time. Hard to imagine, I know. (On a side note: is everybody in the narcotics industry gay or something?)

Regardless, they both stood there, glaring in what I assume is a mixture of love, hate, disappointment, and expectation. (For all I know, it could just be hate.) AK, still glaring at Kohta, picked up a blue and black school backpack and tossed it to me. "Put on your clothing, take that backpack, and go to Kaiba's. He should have recovered by now."

"Excuse me?" I was confused. "Recovered from what?"

"Just go!" That was the first time I had ever seen AK actually yell, so I split that scene as soon as possible.

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I walked into Kaiba's secret apartment building at about ten past nine in the PM. I went up the creaky ass stairs, passing the elevator that was always out of order. I walked down the sticky hall, holding my breath, because I could probably get drunk and high if I breathed the air. I found the apartment in question, and I knocked.

No answer.

I knocked again.

No answer.

I knocked rapidly and repeatedly, calling, "Hey, Seto? Seto?" (No way was I going to say his last name, in case anyone was listening.) "You there? I know you have to be..."

I began to hammer in frustration, knowing perfectly well that I couldn't go anywhere until the materials were delivered. My hammering caused the already unlocked door to swing open. I walked in, not really thinking.

"Anyone here?" My voice echoed, and there was still no answer. I walked into the kitchen (or what you could call a kitchen). "Holy shit!"

There lay Kaiba Seto, ruthless CEO of the Kaiba Corporation, master duelist, owner of the three Blue Eyes White Dragons, teenage genius, amazing businessman, on the floor of a kitchen in the K District, Domino's ghetto, completely nude and shaking like mad. Don't tell anyone, but I ran to his side and lifted his head, examining the damage.

His eyes were heavy lidded, and his hair strewn everywhere, not containing an ounce of the perfection that it normally did. I noticed that there were assorted pock marks all over his arms, probably from needles. Damn, he shoots heroin too? Does he wanna die?

He was breathing. That was a good sign.

Apparently, he was also somewhat awake. "J-J-Jou?" he mumbled. His speech was relatively slurred. I had a sneaking suspicion that he had used something within the past few hours.

"What happened to you, Kaiba?" No, I didn't care. But nothing is scarier than seeing your fellow man so... so fucked up like this.

"It..." he struggled with his words, "it was... it was AK."

"What?!"

"AK.." he paused to cough a bit, "came... here..."

"Okay," I patiently tried to translate, "AK came over here, how long ago?"

"S-six... fifteen... think..."

"You think he came over around six fifteen... then what?"

"Had... some... ya... ya..." He seemed to have trouble making out more than two syllables at a time.

"Ya...? You mean yakuza?"

He jumped at the mention of the word. "Yes!" He fell back in another coughing fit. "They... ah... attack... me... they... stick... needle..."

"They jumped you? And they injected you with some narcotics?"

"Yes. Then... AK... says... good time..."

"AK told his yakuza buddies that he wanted to show them a good time." This time around it wasn't confirmation. I knew that was precisely what AK would do.

Kaiba nodded slowly.

I didn't need him to talk anymore. "Correct me if I'm wrong. So AK comes over like you had planned at six fifteen with a couple of his yakuza buddies. He says that he wants to show them a good time, so they jump you, hold you down, and stick you full of some narcotic with really serious debilitating effects, most definitely not heroin. While you're totally drugged out, they... rape you?" I thought I was going to gag, and Kaiba nodded for me to continue. "They rape you, leave you on the kitchen floor to recover, and split, leaving the front door open."

I paused. This was terrible. AK had a reason for being such a sadist with me, and I took it like a bitch because I needed money. But doing that to Kaiba? He was probably the wealthiest customer he ever had. And knowing AK's nature, he probably took photographs of those yakuza bastards raping the poor man.

The primary question was why? Why the hell would AK even consider attacking Kaiba? And why was he hanging around with yakuza? Did he want to get on their good side? That's a pretty sick way to do it, even for him.

"Kaiba?" I asked softly, considering his bad shape. "Do you know what they injected you with?"

He shook his head and even more of his hair fell in front of his eyes. I brushed them away, his eyes were indicators of his condition.

"I'll have to take you to the hospital."

"Noooooo!" he wailed, and he began to squirm and fight away from me.

"Kaiba, stop it! For all we know, that dose could be lethal!"

He kicked even faster and shit, behaving like a small child, mumbling things about how he couldn't be seen like this and such.

I rolled my eyes to the ceiling. "You've got to be kidding, Kaiba."

His continued struggling said no, he wasn't kidding.

"Then what the hell am I supposed to do with you? I won't take you home to Mokuba, and I'm not taking you to any of our homes... Do you honestly want to stay here?"

He nodded fiercely, apparently riding on pure adrenaline, provided by the shock of being potentially found out.

I sighed deeply, and secretly cursed the gods. Why was I the one who had to stay with Kaiba that night? Why do I have to risk school just to make sure the person I've immaturely (yes, I admit that our hate for each other is immature) hated for such a long time doesn't die? This sucks. I didn't even know what he was injected with or how much, so I didn't even really know how much danger he was in. All I knew was that AK was behind it, and therefore, that could not be good.

"Kaiba," I muttered, blushing furiously, "I'm going to have to stay with you tonight. But you had better have some way to make sure I get to school on time tomorrow."

No answer. And that was because he fell fast asleep, snuggling into my warm, clothed chest.

Okay, whatever they injected him with must have given him a serious high, because Kaiba does not snuggle. Think about it. Imagine a tall, skinny, brunette rich boy prick who wears the stupidest, flashiest, fruitiest trenchcoats you ever did see snuggling with anyone, even his little brother. That's right. You can't.

Something very strange occurred to me as Kaiba slept away on that kitchen floor. The man was completely nude, completely intoxicated (with something), and completely vulnerable. Shouldn't I take advantage of this remarkable opportunity to show Kaiba how much I hate him?

No.

And why not?

Because that's what a sick fuck does, and you're not a sick fuck.

Is that all? I know there's gotta be another reason why I'm not beating the shit out of Kaiba and taking photos.

The hell you asking me for? Maybe you're gay or something.

Never say that again.

Why not?

You can't just turn gay.

Didn't say you did.

Then what are you saying?

I'm saying that maybe you always liked guys but you either didn't know it or you refused to believe it. Admit it, Kaiba does have a nice body.

Yeah. He does. Don't mean I like him.

You don't have to.

Okay. As long as I'm not obligated to this cunt in my arms, it's all gravy.

You took the idea a lot better than I thought you would.

I know. I think I'm growing up. Hey, I'm even taking care of a hopeless druggie.

I tapped Kaiba on the head, waking him up for a moment. "Hey, twat, you got a phone in here?"

He nodded and barely lifted his arm to point at the phone on the countertop. It looked as though it had never been used.

I set him down gently and took the phone, taking out my pager and flipping through some numbers.

"Hey, Supernova? About tomorrow after school. AK just had Kaiba gang-raped so he could get in yakuza good graces. I'm in."

[A/N: Ehhhh, this chapter was kind of sketchy, but at least I got the Seto/Jou ball rolling. It's weird though, Kaiba is totally not the pompous ass that we see in the manga or the anime. That's what drugs do to you, children, they make you a pussy and you get jumped by your dealer. Still, the second half was pretty sketchy. Ooooh, Kohta's been in love with AK? Where's his head at? How's he gonna love a sadist who likes to violate high school boys all the time? Shit's confusing you, isn't it? Don't worry, all will come together. Eventually. On to the Heavens to Bikini Kill jukebox, "Jogging With Jesus" by Ecstasis (my band, I play bass and sing harmonies): I said we're jogging with Jesus! Please boy, believe us! I'm a start a-knocking on heaven's door, and I'm not gonna go to school no more! I don't think you like me... but that won't affect me... I'll just call you a damn poser, and I'll be punk rawk while you run off with her! See you next chapter.]