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 Eight.

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The walk to school the next morning was mostly uneventful. I didn't bump into pink-haired drug dealers who were in love with creepy pedophiliac druglords, and that's always a plus. I didn't run into old enemies who nearly overdosed on some obscure drug and were gang-raped by members of the Japanese Mafia, that's a double-plus. In fact, virtually nothing of any importance actually occurred for most of the trip there.

Until I got to school.

Yuugi and Honda were at the steps, as always, talking about Duel Monsters and comparing their decks (Honda was getting better at dueling, and we were all proud). They looked up, spotted me, and waved. Yuugi asked if I had seen Anzu anywhere on my way to school. No, I hadn't. He frowned slightly. Poor kid, he's so into her, and she's so into his yami. And his yami's so into him. It's all confusing.

I heard a deep rumbling, and the very concrete I stood upon vibrated with the sound of a motor. We all turned to see the culprit, and found that it was no more than Supernova on her bike.

With Anzu on the back, her arms around Supernova's waist.

I'm going to assume it's to make sure that she doesn't fall off.

Anzu jumped off and whipped off the motorcycle helmet that Supernova had apparently given her (seeing as it too was blindingly white) and grinned like a great oblivious idiot. (Not that she was one, see.) "Hi guys! Supernova offered to give me a ride to school!"

Yuugi smiled, but I swear I heard him mumble, "But we always walk to school together..." Poor kid.

Supernova took off her helmet also, and walked behind Anzu. "Hey Yuugi. Honda. Jou."

Honda grinned and said hey, totally unaware of just about everything. Yuugi also grinned, but it was so obvious that he was hurting at the loss of opportunity to spend some alone time with Anzu. Once again, I reiterate, poor kid.

Anzu turned back to Supernova. "Hey, I'll see you after school today, okay?"

Supernova nodded and smiled serenely. "Absolutely. Have a good time in class." She went back to her bike and sped away.

Yuugi decided to turn his frown upside down. "Hey, guys! Let's get to class on time!"

Anzu gave Yuugi the biggest smile I've ever seen in my life. "That's for sure. But I need to talk to Jou for a sec. Don't wait up." Yuugi and Honda ran off to class. The moment they were out of hearing range, she let out the deepest sigh I've ever heard in my life.

"Problem?" Way to go, Jou. Stating the obvious.

"Can you keep a secret?"

"You know I can."

"Good, because I really don't want to crush Yuugi with this..." She paused, and seemed to will the strength to say whatever she needed to say. "Okay. I think... I think I might like girls."

At first I thought I heard her incorrectly. "Excuse me?"

"I said I think I like girls. You know, I think I'm a lesbian." She blushed deeply. "I know it sounds strange, but being around Supernova has made me realize it even more."

"Even more?" I said reproachfully. "What about Atemu?"

"See, that's the thing. I think I might have done that just because I felt obligated to say that I liked a boy. But I remember Battle City. I used to always try to cop a look down Mai's top. What other explanation is there for that?" [A/N: Pffffft.... wah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!]

"You're kidding."

"No joke. And now that I'm hanging around Supernova, I can't help but think about girls, especially her. I totally jumped at the opportunity to play DDR with her, just so I could check out her hips." I thought I was going to die when she said that, and she continued anyway. "And I gave her my phone number just so I could be alone with her. And I nearly melted when she gave me a spare motorcycle helmet, just so we could go anywhere in town together. And my legs quake every time she tells me to hold on to her waist." She took a deep breath. "Jou, do you think she could be into me?"

My face blanched, and I stumbled over my words. "Uh... ugh.. er... I think -- that... uhhhh..."

She answered the question for herself. "No way. Just look at her. She's smart, sexy, strong... how could she ever be into me? She probably has a boyfriend that she hasn't introduced yet, and he probably knows more about bikes than I do..."

"Don't worry about that, geez..." I mumbled to myself.

Anzu jumped on that shit. "What? She's not taken? There's my chance! Jou, I need you to tell me everything you know about motorcycles during lunch."

Oh God.

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I don't really wanna talk about Yuugi's frequent disappointment in not being able capture Anzu's attention for more than a few minutes. It's really sad how much he's into her.

After school, Supernova swerved up to us on her bike, and Anzu whipped her helmet out from nowhere, jumping on her bike without a word to us. Honda frowned. "Does it seem like Anzu's been spending more time with her than with us?"

Yuugi agreed. "I'm all for making new friends, but this is ridiculous. She can't just ditch us like that. Don't you think so, Jou?"

I nodded, and kept my mouth shut, for fear that Anzu's hidden sexuality would just spill out. (Anzu likes girls! Anzu likes girls! Can you believe it?!) [A/N: I can.]

We all opted to simply walk home, for Yuugi was in no mood to have any fun as long as Anzu was preoccupied with someone else.

Can you guess what happened as I walked home by myself? Can you guess? Come on, guess.

If you said that some random subordinate yakuzas swerved up to me in some dark German car (I'm guessing it was a Mercedes, I could be wrong) and shoved me into the back seat, you would be so right.

I'll tell you right now, I was scared shitless, for real. I looked to the yakuza sitting next to me, and I thought he glared, only I couldn't tell through his sunglasses. In fact, they all wore sunglasses, and they all wore suits. Looks like Tarantino wasn't that far off in describing them.

"Please don't kill me," I squeaked.

The two in front completely ignored me, and the one in back with me actually spoke. "We're not going to kill you."

"You're just going to mutilate me beyond repair." I was ready to cry.

Everyone laughed on cue. "Who," the driver snorted, "would ever want to kill you?"

That one made me blush in embarrassment. I'm not important enough to be killed. "So where are you taking me?"

"Ever heard of some git named AK?" Shotgun Girl asked.

"Unfortunately, yes."

"Yeah, he wanted us to bring you to him."

The driver snorted. "That man is so fucking... ergh. It's hard to describe it."

I decided to be helpful. "You could start with asshole."

"Thank you. He's a pompous asshole."

The yakuza sitting next to me in the back kicked the driver's seat, annoyed. "Eh, liar! You weren't saying that when you shoved yourself down Kaiba's throat!"

They all laughed, driver included, apparently amused at the thought. It made me sick.

Shotgun Girl restarted the AK-roast. "But seriously, either the guy is really perverted, or he's a serious kissass."

"You can't blame him, really," Backseat Yakuza added. "Hell, everybody's scared of us. They all find it necessary to ensure their safety."

"By letting us gang rape some gaming CEO? I'm not to sure about that," Driver Yakuza mused.

"Um... excuse me?" I meekly asked. "Where exactly are we going?"

"To some warehouse in the middle of nowhere. AK said something about dealing with you..."

Backseat Yakuza saw my pale face. "He's not gonna kill you."

"I know that. He's going to do worse."

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It's funny when I'm wrong. It's not funny when I'm right.

Backseat Yakuza immediately dropped his pleasant nature, and grabbed me around the collar, though he did whisper "sorry" as he threw me into the warehouse that was in the middle of nowhere. (For the record, Backseat Yakuza, I can't bring myself to tolerate you, you raped a man. Poor Kaiba. I never said that either.)

I suddenly wished that I was at the arcade with Anzu drooling all over Supernova, and vice versa.

AK actually looked rather nice that evening, save for the fact that he's a total asshole. I know you don't care what he was wearing, but I will tell you anyway: black dress shirt (sleeves rolled up), leather pants (leather?!!), and a pair of motorcycle boots. I know. You still don't care. But my eyes couldn't help but float to that tight derrière. (Hey that rhymed! But you still don't care.)

Wait a minute. Did I just give AK his props? Okay, everybody on cue now, one... two... three...

UGH!!

Moving on, please.

The Asshole Himself stepped up to me, and I tried my damnedest to find an exit. Unfortunately for me, the yakuzas guarded each and every escape route within my reach. Shit.

AK grabbed me around the collar and caressed the curve of my neck. "You smell wonderful, Pet," he murmured. (Hey thanks, AK! You know what? Fuck you.) He very nearly dropped me to the dusty floor, and I tried to compose myself as he said, "Tonight I'm going to have to discipline you greatly in obedience. At the same time, my friends here -- " at this point he gestured to the yakuzas, and I saw Driver Yakuza roll his eyes, " -- are going to have a spot of more fun with Kaiba-san over there." He pointed behind me, and I turned to see Kaiba, flanked by at least five more yakuza. He smirked, and I wanted to retch all over his probably faux leather. "He's all yours, gentlemen and lady."

The yakuza grabbed Kaiba as a mass unit and pulled him into another room, and a few seconds later I heard him yelp very loudly, which then softened to some assorted groans of anguish.

I glared at AK. "Why are you doing this to him? He has no quarrel with you."

"Because I can. Besides, he has no choice. It was either take it, or we 'accidentally' let Mokuba know about his older brother's... problem." He laughed, but not in humor. "I'm actually quite shocked at how ignorant the child is. Any other person and it would be quite obvious. But only tell the idiot that Kaiba-san is working late, or that he's out of town for the night, and he'll suck it all up foolishly. Must think that his brother is perfect."

Now I really wanted to strangle The Asshole Himself where he stood. Mokuba was my friend, if anything else, and AK had no business talking about him. But I held my tongue, and refused to answer.

AK noticed. "No answer? Hm. It's just as well, you can be very annoying when you open your mouth." He guided me into another room as well.

My annoying mouth fell to the dusty floor. The room was, well, quite beautiful. AK had set some very admirable paintings on the wall of the most amazing landscapes I had ever seen in my life. The place was so neat and serene, and there was incense burning in the furthest corner, giving the scent of the mountain breeze. He had set vases of remarkably pretty and healthy flowers on stands all around the room, and the sheer simplicity and how it worked so well actually caused my heart to swell. [A/N: I swear I didn't mean that to rhyme.]

However, unfortunately for me, there was also a bed, made with black silk sheets. It was quite obvious at this point in time what this room was meant for. More molestation. Ergh.

Actually, as you probably did not expect, AK did not put his hands on me right away. Instead, he snuck up behind me, stuffed a rubber ball in my mouth, and wrapped the leather straps attached to it around my head.

As you probably did expect, my general reaction was "Arrrrrghooefffnotferukerilphukenkeloo!" (Sorry, it's hard to talk around a rubber ball.)

AK, in his asshole manner, only grinned and shoved me to the bed.

He's always prepared. He flipped me over onto my stomach (of course I was fighting! But he's stronger) and pulled out some (guess!) leather straps that just so happened to tethered to the bed itself and held my wrists securely. And because he's such a nice person, he did the same to my ankles, leaving me spread out on my stomach, my face in the pillow.

Do I really have to tell you what happened next? Really?

So he pulled out a knife, right? And my school uniform was totally mutilated just so he could get it off me. (I thought I had a replacement at home, but I wasn't sure.) He tossed it aside, and paused, where I assume he was staring for a very long time. Ergh.

I really want to skip the ugly bits, so I'll just tell you that I resisted, and it really, really, really hurt like a motherfucking bitch. No, I am so serious. It did. In fact, I was screaming at the top of my lungs every single time he entered me, only the rubber ball did what I assumed was its job, and kept me relatively silent, save for a bit of mumbling.

Ugh. Now that was ugly if you ever did see it. For real, now.

He finished, eventually, and he sat at my side, running his fingers through my hair as if he hadn't just raped me. (Fucking asshole! As you can probably guess, I was beyond myself with anger, but I held my tongue.) "Now that we've gotten to know each other a little better, let's talk, ne?" [A/N: Arrrrrgh! What have I DONE?!]

Excuse me? The last motherfucking thing I wanted to do was talk, especially with him. I kept my face in the pillow and pretended to ignore him.

He continued anyway. "Why don't you tell me about Supernova's... thing for your friend Anzu?"

I mumbled some very inappropriate words, but seeing as the rubber ball was still there, AK couldn't have possibly understood me.

He was very well aware of this. "How silly of me! Allow me to remove that." He reached over and removed the stupid leather whatever-it-was. "Now, what was that you were saying?"

I still wasn't going to talk to him, but I was astounded at the idea that AK knew about Supernova and Anzu. Does he have little spies all over the city? Gods.

He grinned. "Surprised, Pet?" His fingers trickled down my very spine, and I trembled at his touch. "Yes, I know a lot about your new friend. She is nineteen years old. Her three favorite DDR songs are 'Sakura,' 'Daikenkai,' and 'Afronova,' but the song 'So Deep' reminds her greatly of Anzu. She was sponsored for a few months by Yamaha Motorcycles, but she gave it up because she had no time to race for them. She lives by herself in the M District, and works nights at a nightclub there. She went to America recently to visit some friends, and found that she loves California roll sushi. Her mother moved to Italy, her father died when she was eleven years old."

"Why the fuck would you need to know any of that?" I muttered under my breath. (Damn! I talked to him!)

AK chuckled and leaned over to kiss me on the shoulder (at which I tried to flinch away from him. Didn't work, but he got the message). "That's not all. I've been collecting information on your friend Anzu. Seventeen years old, local DDR champion, student at Domino High, recently came out of the closet to you, currently crushing on Supernova, though I don't know why, favorite DDR song of all time is 'Speed Over Beethoven,' has played Duel Monsters a total of seven times, and won only twice because her life depended on it... am I accurate, Pet?"

"Once again, why would you need to know that?"

"Because, Pet, I have enemies. It's best to know them before you take them out." He cupped my chin and forced me to face him, which was actually quite uncomfortable.

"Other than the fact that you're an insufferable asshole, why would Supernova ever be your enemy?" What? I had to know, so I could hold some more shit against him.

AK smirked. "You have predecessors. Think about that, and try to remember the night that you met Supernova. Just know that she promised me death."

Someone knocked at the door, and AK looked up. "I see the yakuza are done with your friend Kaiba-san." He released from my remaining binds, and I flipped back onto my back. AK look down at me and he smiled, prompting me to cover up with as many sheets as I could find.

AK got to his feet and opened the door. The most I could see were three other yakuza, all with rumpled suits and messy hair. In their arms, a nude Kaiba Seto. (Does this always happen?) They whispered something to AK, which caused him to laugh (which caused me to believe that it was really bad), and he nodded, whispering something back. They tossed Kaiba into the room, leaving with AK, shutting the door behind them.

At that moment, I felt more bad for Kaiba than for anything that had happened to me. And I knew that I really, sincerely wanted AK dead. I have said that I've hated people before. That was nothing compared to my intense loathing for AK. It sank through my skin and seeped right to my very core. I felt like I could not live until he was dead.

I realized that Kaiba had crawled into a corner, shivering rather pathetically. It was heartbreaking to see him like that, so I pulled off one of the sheets around my waist and tossed to him. Without a word, he grabbed and pulled it around his shoulders, curling into the fetal position.

I stared.

And I heard little hiccuping sounds, at which I realized that Kaiba was actually crying. [A/N: Kaiba does not cry. I cannot see him crying. For real.]

And then I realized that if anything else, no matter how much history we had, Kaiba really, really needed someone to comfort him.

So I went over to his corner and sat down, not really sure what to say. I tried patting him on the back, tried to tell him that everything was going to be okay, but I nearly choked on my own lie and Kaiba wouldn't let up, so I stopped serving that bullshit.

When he finally ran out of tears, he turned and glared at me. "What the fuck are you doing here? I thought you hated me."

I sighed. "Kaiba, I don't hate you that much. To be honest, I think that all of my hate is currently reserved for AK. Sorry."

He actually laughed a bit. Ugh. Kaiba does not know how to laugh. He just sucked in little bits of air and coughed them back out. Someone has to teach him. "I think everybody hates him a bit. Even his little boyfriend Kohta."

I raised an eyebrow. "You know Kohta?"

"Yeah. I met him when AK first tried to sic his little yakuza friends on me. He looked seriously pissed at him."

"He's jealous," I confirmed.

"Can't blame him."

We stopped talking for a second, apparently lost in our own thoughts. I can't say anything for Kaiba's, but I will say that I was definitely thinking about him. Nobody can deny that he actually has a very nice body... or at least, what's left of it thanks to the drugs.

Which brought me to my next subject. "Kaiba, why the hell are you still using? You're around Mokuba even less, which in itself is amazing. And even if in the rare occasion that you didn't care about that, your dependency is only giving AK methods to get in yakuza good graces. Not to mention the fact that you're completely fucking yourself up. Look." I pointed to his arm. "You're as twitchy as a motherfucker."

Kaiba mulled over his words for a moment. "You have no idea what addiction feels like. It's like..." he nearly drifted off, "it's like you're staring at the line, or you're staring at the needle, and you know it's bad for you, and you know the implications, but right before you're ready to throw it all out and start healing yourself, you're hit with this huge... this huge rush of thoughts and needs and cravings, and they're all saying take it! Take it now, you need it! You'll never feel right again if you don't! And you're so overwhelmed with this barrage and you can't think of any other way to get rid of it so you grab the paper and you nearly rip it in trying to roll it up and you snort the line as fast as you can and you start challenging the barrage, daring it to rear its ugly head, and when it's finally gone..." he paused to take a deep breath, "...when it's finally gone you don't feel much better and you start questioning why you started in the first place." His hands fell to his lap and he said nothing more.

My heart was crushed completely. "You have to stop before you kill yourself."

"I know that, baka," he snapped. "You need to get away from AK before he destroys you completely."

I thought furiously. "Let's make a deal. If you stop using, I'll find a way to take down AK, no matter what it takes."

"You have no clue how many people you'll be helping by doing that." Kaiba got to his feet and walked around the room, examining the paintings and flowers. "Nice room."

I got up also. "I know."

"AK design this?"

"I think so. Why?"

He picked up an expensive vase and examined it closely. "Because I hate that cunt with every bone in my body." Without any warning, he threw it to the wall, and watched it shatter into a thousand pieces.

I smiled, and also grabbed a vase. "Oh really? Because I hate that fucking asshole more than the Devil himself." I hurled it into the air and dodged the shattered china as it made contact with the low rise ceiling.

"Is that all? I hate The Master Twat like a fat kid hates vegetables." The glass in the frame of a rendition of the Grand Canyon flew all over the bed.

"That one sucked." I grabbed hold of various china figures, and threw them to the walls, each crash accentuating my words: "I hate that pompous jackass with every single fiber in my being."

And we threw things and we broke things and we cursed AK and everything that he stood for.

When there was nothing else to break, Kaiba and I swept the glass and china off the bed and we lay there side by side, panting with the joined efforts of getting out every gram of anger stored inside us. My vision began to get rather blurry and Kaiba turned to me. "You're crying. Why?"

"Because," I choked out, "I'm such a little bitch. I let AK do all of this to me, I let him do all of this to you, all because I wanted a spot of money."

"Shut up," he snapped. "You know that none of this was your fault. AK is an asshole."

I smiled through my tears, but I didn't feel any better. "I think we're stuck in this place for the night." I started to blush in shame. "Can I ask you something?"

"As long as you hate AK, anything."

"Can you stay here for the night?"

"Certainly."

I don't know what possessed us to suddenly be okay with crying, and screaming, and hating around each other, perhaps it really was our shared hate of AK, or perhaps it was because we both needed someone, or maybe there was underlying sexual tension, but none of it really mattered. For the first time in a long time, I actually slept in true peace.

[A/N: Dayum this chapter was LONG! Longest one I've written. Word count says that the actual body (including author's notes) is 4334 words. Okay, so Sweetflowerli says that I'm sick and twisted. Errr... let me explain. Okay, according to Dee Snider (of Twisted Sister, they sucked), Quentin Tarantino (my middle-aged director lover) is a "sick fuck." And if you watch Pulp Fiction, you'll probably agree (unless you're a fan). So if this fic has underlying Tarantino themes, then I have to be a sick fuck in writing it. I promise you, this kind of stuff does not get me off or anything. (Or does it?) Sorry for the continued sketchiness in this chapter, and ohmagod! It was so weird writing Anzu like that, and Honda and Yuugi are way too two-dimensional. (Anzu and Supernova, sittin in a tree. K I SS I N G.) Now to the Heavens to Bikini Kill jukebox. More of The Clash (I love The Clash), "Hateful": This year I've lost some friends (some friends), what friends? I dunno, I ain't even noticed. See I gotta get out again (again), my friend, I gotta see the mainman. Oh, anything I want. He gives it to me. Anything I want. He gives it but not for free, it's hateful. And it's paid for. And I'm so grateful, to be nowhere. See you next chapter (I'm thinking another two or three...?)]