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 Seven.

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Can you believe that I had to stay there on that kitchen floor all night long with Kaiba in my arms? Ugh. That shit's ugly.

I woke up at about five in the AM (that translates to ungodly hours) to somebody screaming bloody murder. I had to blink a few times to clear my line of sight, only to see Kaiba standing over me, covered in a cashmere sweater and a towel, glaring daggers in my general direction. Oh dear.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he snarled.

"AK sent your fix. Nice to see you're awake."

Kaiba's eyes narrowed dangerously. (Why am I so used to that look?) "AK? That son-of-a-bitch?"

"None other. Anyway, I saw you on the kitchen floor and God told me I'd go to hell if I didn't help you." I paused for measure. "You, Kaiba, are not worth going to hell over."

His frown deepened. (I know! It seems impossible, doesn't it?!) "That doesn't explain why you are here in my apartment a few hours before your school day starts."

I grew indignant. "Excuse me? I stayed and risked my ass for you --"

"Oh, being late for school is a big risk?" Kaiba interrupted.

"Shut the fuck up 'fore I knock you out, son!" I took a deep breath before continuing, I didn't need to start up another fight. "Okay, look. I stayed because you were all weird thanks to AK's drugs. I had no idea what he injected you with or how much, and you didn't either, so I had no option but to stay. Sorry for caring, Kaiba."

He paused, knowing perfectly well that today, he was in the wrong and I was in the right. (V is for Victory!) "Whatever. I need to get home. Find your way out." He turned to leave for the only other room, presumably to change into some real clothing.

"Excuse me?" I protested once more. "We're all the way out in the K District, in case you haven't noticed. It'll take me a lifetime to walk back to school. And besides, you still need to hand over your money for the stuff I had to deliver." I pointed to the backpack that I had thrown aside hours earlier.

Kaiba stared at the bag, and his eyes moved to his arm, still covered by cashmere. "You ever had one of those moments," he said thoughtfully, "when youreally, really regret something you chose to do?"

"You're weird, Kaiba." I got to my feet, and brushed myself off. My uniform still has to look somewhat neat, you know. "Just take the cocaine and pay up."

He snapped out of his reverie and reached for his thick wallet on the kitchen counter. He pulled out a wad of yen and tossed to to me. I counted it out, and kicked the bag to him. "Enjoy." I stuffed the money in my pocket, and prepared to leave for AK's apartment, and started thinking of a good excuse as to why I would be late for school... again.

"Wait," Kaiba called. "I'll give you a ride."

Eh? Since when was Kaiba so generous? (Never.) "I'll need a few rides, but thanks anyway."

"Fine, I guess you really want to walk all the way home..."

"Shut up and grab your keys."

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Let's skip the uneventful trip to AK's (where I simply put the money under the door, though I expected him to "question" me as to why the money came in so late), and the equally uneventful trip to my apartment, where I quickly showered, ate, and ran back out to Domino High. We can also skip the uneventful school day itself, because nothing that had relevancy happened that day, other than Anzu telling me that she got Supernova's number (under the pretense of friendship of course) and that she wanted to hang out with her in two days' time. (As friends... right.)

After school, I made up another story about how I was going to the library downtown to study. They bought it, and said that they were going to go help out at the Kame game shop (owned by Yuugi's grandfather, Sugoroku) until dinner time. Perfect.

I walked off in the direction of the subway entrance, and waited until they had turned around the corner. Perfect. I dashed off in the exact opposite direction to the park. I slowed to a mere walk as other patrons gave me funky stares.

I went to the furthest corner of the place, amongst plenty of trees and brushes, more than enough to cover up our actions. Supernova had said that we didn't need people interrupting us... whatever the hell that meant.

She was already there, leaning against a tree, her helmet at her feet, a cigarette already in her mouth. I grinned when she looked up and saw me. "You know, Anzu doesn't really like being around smokers that much. Maybe you should quit."

"Already ahead of you." She held up a box of nicotine patches. "This is my last cigarette." She inhaled deeply, exhaled in pure pleasure, and threw the butt to the ground, swiftly crushing it. Putting the box in her backpack, she walked up to me, taking out her own personal dagger. "Did you bring your weapon?"

At that moment I realized that I went through the entire day with a dagger in my blazer. Hm. Concealing weapons is not that hard. I pulled out the case and showed her.

She grinned. "Wonderful."

Without warning, she whipped her dagger out of its sheath, and lunged at me. I cried out in surprise and shock, and tried to dodge it. It was obvious that if she wasn't so kind, the blade would have gone into my forehead, and not into the tree behind me.

As I tried to catch my breath, she pulled the blade out of the wood (poor tree), and turned to me, smirking. (Oh God, not you too!) "You didn't see that coming, did you?"

I shook my head. No, I didn't see that coming, because one could assume that a friend would not lunge at you with a dagger.

"Look, Jonouchi-san --"

"Please, call me Jou," I interrupted in an attempt to appear calm and collected.

"Whatever, Jou. I'm not going to waste my time teaching you the 'way of the warrior' or any of that Karate Kid crap. You're gonna learn how to hold your own."

I frowned. "What makes you think I can't hold my own?"

"Punching out stupid high school boys does not count. Now that you're working for AK, proper fighting is a must. Nobody in the narcotics industry fights without a weapon. You need one too, and you need to know how to use it right. Now, take it out!"

I pulled the dagger out of its sheath, and held it like a sword, upright. She frowned. "That is exactly the incorrect way to hold your dagger. Never hold it upright, never."

I flipped it so that the blade was pointed to the ground. It looked weird.

"Now, we're going to have ourselves an little mock fight, just to see where you're at."

"Uh... okay --"

Supernova lunged at me, again. Her blade shot upward to my face, and I shouted again, and blocked it away with mine.

She grinned her approval, and crouched to slash at my stomach. I jumped back, and my dagger slashed downwards, to which she only side stepped and went for my arm. I barely moved it away in time.

Her smile grew as she side stepped around me, looking for a weak spot. God, she's scary when she's fighting. I suddenly felt bad for whoever had to deal with her when she was yakuza.

She took advantage of my brief lack of attention, and flipped the knife in midair, caught it, and stabbed at my stomach as if it were a sword. I closed my eyes and prayed to the gods for two seconds before I realized that I wasn't dead, or even close to it.

She stayed crouched in her position, holding the tip of the blade precisely three centimeters from my torso. It was steady, not shaking at all, and she looked up at my blanched face and laughed.

"If you don't mind, Supernova," I was able to gasp out, "could you please not be so close with that thing?"

She stood upright, and fingered the blunt of her blade. "You have a lot to learn, Jou." She paused. "Now, you are going to shadow me. You need to learn proper knife technique. Now."

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Remember Pai Mei from that Quentin Tarantino film Kill Bill Vol. 2? Remember how he was a total sadist, and he hated women, Americans, and just about everything else? Remember how he constantly beat the crap out of his student?

He ain't got nothing on Supernova.

She didn't have to actually touch me to make sure that I was exhausted beyond relief. She believed in constant repetition, insisting that I do the same lunge or the same stab twenty or thirty times, sometimes because she somehow knew I wasn't doing it right, and sometimes because it amused her. As my wrist was begging for me to stop, hers was mocking me constantly, saying "Hurry up, you ass! You work for AK, this is what you get!"

It was almost six when she finally decided that we were done for the day. I would have collapsed at her feet, only I would have expected her to make me do the switch stance exercise for another fifteen minutes.

She brushed herself off as if she had never forced a seventeen year old kid to nearly kill himself with knife exercises. Reaching into her backpack, she slapped on her first nicotine patch. Dedicated. "We still have a lot of ground to cover. But you're picking it up relatively well."

"That's great," I snapped sarcastically, and I sat on the ground to nurse my future carpal tunnel wrist. "So, what's happening? Are we back here tomorrow?"

"Nah. We shouldn't make it so obvious by coming here very often. Maybe every two or three days."

I rolled my eyes to the sky. "Or is it because you're seeing Anzu so often?"

She glared. "Anzu and I are friends. That is all."

I laughed. "Don't be so discouraged. You have a chance..."

"That is bullshit and you know it. She's straight."

"How do you know this?" Oh crud.

"She talked about this somebody named Atemu. It was like she was in love with the guy or something. I looked at her dead in the eye when she mentioned him. No way can she be into girls." Supernova sighed in defeat.

Supernova does not know defeat.

I tried to make it feel better. "Well.. I can get her over Atemu..."

Her head snapped up. "You know this guy?"

"Yeah. Great guy, really. But he's totally not into her. He's actually really into his hikai -- ahem, I mean friend, Yuugi." Now for once, that was not bullshit. Really. I'm serious. Atemu likes his hikari. For real. Even though they share the same body. I know.

Supernova's smile went right back to her face. "Excellent! You do that for me, and I'll love you forever."

I smiled and nodded, but really I was thinking that to do that I would have to completely break Anzu's heart. That is something I am not doing. She'll fall for Supernova. How can she not?

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[A/N: Dayum this chapter's long!]

On the way home, the pager went off again.

Shit.

I delayed for a few moments, thinking that if I didn't check, it would go away.

It didn't go away.

I checked.

It was AK.

I ran to the nearest pay phone and slowed the dialing process for as long as I could. My fingers must have weighed a few tons, making it much harder to press the actual buttons. When the deed was finally done, I waited.

Two rings and AK picked up. "Hello there, Pet." How the hell does he know? Gods! "May I ask you a question?"

If I say yes, he'll go ultra-creepy. If I say no, he'll take it out on me later. I opted for no answer.

"Tell me, Pet, when I sent you to make the delivery at nine, why did I not get the envelope until five fifteen the next morning?"

I still didn't answer.

"Can you tell me what you were doing with Kaiba-san?"

I was feeling extra-insolent that evening.

"I know that I am not talking to myself, Pet."

"Good for you." I am not about to just jump into obedience. The guy's a sadistic asshole. Uh uh.

"Why were you there until five in the morning, Pet?"

"Getting all defensive, hm?" I snapped. "Maybe I was there so long because he was totally fucked up on whatever you injected in him, and your little yakuza buddies had their way with him and left him on the bathroom floor." I paused. "Taking drugs and lying down all by yourself without even knowing if the dose was lethal? That's how Hendrix died."

"Quiet, Pet." I didn't have to protest. I knew I made my point. "I didn't know you cared so much for Kaiba-san."

I snorted right over the phone, making sure that AK noted my contempt. "I don't. But unlike you, I actually give a shit about my fellow man. I don't enjoy watching people suffer, and I won't let somebody die just because my..." I choked out the next part, "master wants to get all buddy buddy with the yakuza."

"You are going to regret saying that, Pet."

"That's a tragedy, Master, because I am not coming over tonight. Go jack off to pedophiliac porn."

I slammed the phone back onto the receiver, and for a moment, I felt bad for doing such a thing. I got over it.

What do you know? An entire night without being groped by the Asshole.

A sign from heaven? Perhaps. Poor use of foreshadowing? Most definitely.

[A/N: Okay.... also sketchy. But I will say that we are reaching the official climax of the story. Expect a huge twist in the one-sided Anzu/Supernova, and some serious changing of ground in AK's abuse of Jou. Oh yes, and Kaiba/Jou will find some climbing upwards to the imminent end that we all know and love: them being together. Unless I choose to be evil and completely change the shit all around. (AK takes Kaiba for himself? Psssh, you'd all kill me.) Hmm... I'm reading these reviews up in here, and they make me happy. I am not used to getting so many reviews. It's tiiiight. What makes people read this? Is it my summary? Eh? Eh? Okay, on to the Heavens to Bikini Kill jukebox. "Rudie Can't Fail" by The Clash (Jesse Michaels and I have something in common. We love The Clash. We live for The Clash): How you get a rude and a reckless? Don't you be so crude and a feckless. You been drinkin brew for breakfast. Rudie can't fail. I know that my life make you nervous. But I tell you I can't live in service. Like the doctor that was born with a purpose. Rudie can't fail. I went to market, to realize my soul, 'cuz what I need, I just don't have. First they curse, then they press me till I hurt. Rudie can't fail! See you next chapter, and drop me a review. Damn it.]