Goodbye to God.
Another Yu-Gi-Oh! fan fic with (guess what?) Quentin Tarantino-inspiration by Heavens to Bikini Kill
This is Ten.
Who ever thought that I would be spending the entire night with Kaiba Seto, CEO of the gaming corporation Kaiba Corp? I know that I most certainly didn't.
He pulled out his cell phone. "I'm going to call up an ambulance."
Supernova groaned loudly. "Don't bother with that bullshit."
"What?!" Anzu half-shouted.
"To quote Public Enemy, '911 is a joke.' I've got a friend who has a private clinic. He'll get here faster and I'll get out faster."
"You have to be kidding."
"I don't joke about this. He's like the yakuza trashman, he won't ask questions and he won't bullshit with you."
Kaiba was beyond himself with disbelief, but he obeyed anyway. "What's the number?"
Anzu immediately insisted upon staying with Supernova all the way to the clinic. I thought that we would be going with her, but instead Kaiba grabbed me by the elbow and muttered something to Supernova. She nodded and grinned.
He pulled me out of the now trashed House of Blue Leaves. "Excuse me? Where are we going?"
He smirked. "AK expects us at this apartment right about now. Tell me, Jou, do you have that dagger on you?"
I pulled it out of my blazer. "Yeah, I take it with me everywhere. Why?"
"Because we are going to pay AK a little visit."
Is Kaiba insane? If Supernova, a former member of the yakuza, general of Boss Tenkawa's personal army, expert in ninjitsu, master of the katana, teacher of both knife and scythe technique, couldn't kill AK, who is to say that we had a chance?
"We have a chance because he's got a thing for you, and therefore has a soft spot for you."
I stared at him in disbelief from across the limo. "You're joking, right? That man doesn't have a soft spot in his body. I'm his pet, you know, his plaything."
He grinned, feeling very clever. "Every child cares a little bit for his toy."
"Please."
"If I grabbed a doll that a child had nearly destroyed, he'll demand it back anyway, because it's his. Same goes for AK. If we merely pretend to be together -- "
" -- He drop his pompous act and lose himself in a rage of jealousy. Damn, Kaiba, you're good."
The chauffeur pulled in front of that all too familiar apartment building in the K District. Kaiba nodded to me and we climbed out. He tapped on the driver's window, and the chauffeur rolled it down. "Go home, and tell Mokuba everything. The drugs, the yakuza, AK, everything." The chauffeur nodded and sped away, as fast as one can with a limo.
We both looked up, and the building seemed to grow three times as high. We were about to step into some scary shit. I gulped loudly.
Kaiba nudged me and squeezed my hand. "Jou," he said, "if we don't make it out of here, I just want to tell you, what you've done for me over the past few days... trying to help me with my addiction... you're beautiful for getting over our shit and doing that."
"If we don't make it out? Kaiba, I will knock you the fuck out if you ever talk like that again." I squeezed his hand back and turned to him, smiling.
Perhaps I really am growing up. Because I'm thinking Kaiba's pretty damn beautiful too.
We both took a deep breath for courage, and delved right into the darkness.
The walk up to AK's floor was something terrible. We both constantly looked around ourselves, expecting some yakuza to ambush us on the way. At times, we were quite convinced that somebody was following us.
When we finally made it to the suspect floor, the hall extended by about five times, and I really, really didn't want to go. I grasped hold of Kaiba's sleeve (if you tell anybody, I will kill you) and gulped once again. "I've got too many bad memories of that place."
"You think I don't either?" he hissed back. "You think I'm not afraid of anyone who wears a suit? Jou, get the fuck over it. We owe it to ourselves and to Supernova to do this."
It sucks so much when Kaiba's right.
We stood at opposite sides of the front door, and I tightened my grip on my knife. Kaiba rolled his eyes. "Don't be scared. Justice is on our side tonight."
"Scared? Whoever said I was scared? Let's just do this, okay?" The bullshit fell out of my mouth and splattered all over the floor, barely missing Kaiba's Italian shoes.
Kaiba sighed. "On three. One..."
"Two..."
"Three!"
He kicked the door in (it fell down easy) and we both rushed the place. AK, who had been standing at the window, turned and smirked.
Without another thought, I yanked my knife out of its respective sheath and threw it with all of my might, picturing it flying right through AK's left eye in a very messy, gory fashion.
This is what happens when you do things without another thought:
The Asshole Himself barely turns his head to dodge the knife, watches it fly right into the wall and not his eye, pulls a ball and chain out of his jacket, throws it towards you, allows you to dodge it, yanks the ball back towards himself, kicks it back in your direction, aims for the wall behind you, and pulls, allowing you to realize that he just bound you around the arms in five seconds.
He tugged slightly and I fell to my knees. I tried to get back to my feet in an experiment in futility, but AK only tugged again, his strength overpowering me greatly. I ended up face first into the cheap carpet, my stomach covered in rug burns.
He laughed humorlessly. "Don't tell me you two are here for revenge." Neither of us answered, only glared. "Oh please. Did I not kick Supernova's ass hard enough? Hm? Or are you two just stupid?"
"Go ahead, AK. Bring in your yakuza, if you still think I'm scared," Kaiba snarled. (To which I must respond: bullshit!)
AK's eyes glittered with sadistic pleasure. "No, no, Kaiba. I don't need to bring in my little yakuza friends anymore. They're my subordinates now. My own personal army."
I heard Kaiba gasp. "You've been... you've been climbing up all this time?"
"Yes, you idiot," he snapped. "What, did you think I was just trying to kiss up? Of course not. I'm about to become the greatest drug lord in all of Japan. I was recruiting."
At this point, Master Ass pulled out a cell phone and pressed in a button, allowing us to hear it speed dial. He put the receiver to his ear. "Bring them out here. Now."
"What the hell is going on?" Kaiba snapped, obviously scared at his lack of knowledge and control.
AK only laughed as feet marched up every single stairway that we knew of, their stomping echoing off of every single wall and registering themselves into our skulls. "I would like to introduce you," he murmured, "to my personal favorite security detail, the Final 13." [A/N: The rest of this is going to be for the most part another huge Kill Bill reference. Sorry.]
And at that moment, thirteen men and women in suits and sunglasses rushed in through the doorway, flooding the tiny apartment, filling it to the brim, crowding entirely around Kaiba, AK, and me. Most of them wielded swords, though I saw a few with knives, one with an axe, another with a mace, and two with scythes. (Anzu would be so offended. "Everybody's using scythes now! They're not cool anymore!") Hey, whatever floats their boats.
And Kaiba pulled a sword out of nowhere. Hm. He probably trained with Supernova too.
AK grabbed me by the collar and wrapped the chain around my neck, making for a lovely choker. (Guess he was serious about me wearing the dog collar.) Keeping me at his side, he threw a look of victory at Kaiba. "It's over, Kaiba-san. Hope you've settled the score with your brother and your god." He backed out of the circle of yakuza, walking me with him, and as he stood outside of his bedroom, he cried at the top of his lungs, "Tear that boy apart, and leave nothing to spare!"
A tall, bald (but young) man stepped up, and waved his sword in a strange fashion at Kaiba as AK closed the door, and after that, all I heard were cries of adrenaline and steel clashing.
AK released me of the makeshift choker collar, at which I rubbed my neck and inhaled graciously. He glared and shoved me down onto the bare mattress on the floor, releasing me of my trousers. (Yes, I fought some more, and I even cut AK a bit on his arm. He was too busy undressing me from the waist down that he didn't notice.)
"What the hell are you doing now? Aren't you tired of this?" Perhaps rhetoric would get him off these foolish ideas.
No. He stroked my cheek slowly and planted a kiss on my forehead. "Every king needs a queen. You will always be mine, Pet."
I tried to ignore him as he went on about how he would dominate Japan's drug industry, and I strained to hear what was happening in the next room over. I breathed in relief a bit to find that I still heard steel clashing.
"Pet. Do not ignore me."
"I have a name."
"I couldn't care less."
He straddled my half-nude body with his now equally half-nude self.
I won't tell you (for the sake of comfort) what exactly he did, but I'll tell that this time around, it didn't hurt... as much.
When we reached the point that I assumed he would be finished, he kept going. (How?! If he weren't such an asshole, he could make somebody, like Kohta, really happy.)
I was slightly shocked. "Master... stop."
He didn't listen and kept going, only harder this time around.
"Stop," I demanded. "I'm... I'm serious."
No response. Even harder. I felt pain shoot through my spine, and tears involuntarily sprang into my eyes.
"Stop it."
Harder.
"Stop."
Harder.
"Stop!"
Harder.
"Stop!"
Harder.
Steel clashing with steel.
Steel slicing through bone.
A shriek.
Gushing blood.
"Stop!"
Pain.
Blood.
Death.
Noise.
Harder.
He wouldn't stop. I screamed in anguish and pain and hurt and anger.
Someone screamed in pain and hurt and the loss of a limb.
AK's verbal and physical release were loud and I swear they etched themselves into my very soul.
He groaned and I screamed and Kaiba killed.
Silence.
And I didn't know who was alive.
AK pulled out, and cleaned himself off, and dressed himself once more, resuming his state of perfection.
The door flew open, the cheap material sliced in two. Kaiba stood there, seeing me half-nude and in tears, seeing AK smug and pompous, and held up the head of the first of the Final 13. He threw it at AK's feet.
"Tell me, Kyoto Akira, do you have any other subordinates for me to take out?"
He smiled and held up his cell phone once more. "I have at least sixty five others. No way can you take them all on, Kaiba-san."
"What are you, stupid?!" Kaiba raged. "I'll kill anybody who wants to die, so line them up! I won't stop until we deliver your head to Supernova, and your parts to Kohta's family!"
AK laughed right in his face. "I would love to see you try."
"You die now, Kyoto!" Kaiba lunged at him, his bloody blade raised high in the air.
And as the fates would have it, the Asshole pulled out a silver six-shooter pistol. "Try your luck, Kaiba. One bullet or six?"
"What?" Kaiba seemed upset, disappointed, and just plain angry. "Who the hell in the yakuza carries a gun?"
"I do. To take care of idiots like you." AK smirked. "Tell me, Kaiba, why do you want this so badly? Because the yakuza had you a few times? Because you can't get over your addiction? Because... because you are in love with my Pet?"
Kaiba did not let his guard down. "Jonouchi Katsuya is not your pet, and he never will be." He looked directly at me on the bed, and I assumed that he was acting when he said, "I do love you, Jou. More than anything."
I chose to go with the act. "I love you too, Kaiba." I tried my damnedest to smile.
"Don't be ridiculous. You two hate each other," AK snarled.
"We got over it in light of hating you." Kaiba earned back the smirk.
"And I realized how beautiful he really was." Seeing AK turn red for the first time made me happy.
"You lie!" he screamed.
Kaiba shook his head. "No lie. Jou will never care for you."
"Idiot!" AK snapped defensively. "Do you think that my life centers around what my dog thinks of me?"
"Liar!" Kaiba answered cooly. "I know your past, and you have never kept a courier boy around for this long. Your dog is more than that to you."
His hands started to shake violently as he tried to deny it. "I have no feelings for a toy."
Kaiba wouldn't back down. "Name calling won't save you."
I grinned in pure hate. "Perhaps you should have spared Kohta. He seems to be the only person who ever cared about you."
I think he might have finally snapped at that moment.
Check that. I know he did.
He steadied his wrist.
He pointed the barrel.
"Die!"
Two shots.
My arm felt like it was on fire.
The world went black.
Yakuza trashmen are quite lovely and efficient.
The details of how exactly Anzu found Kaiba with a shot to the leg and me with a shot to my arm (AK barely missed the arteries) are very messy and complicated, and I am in no mood to hash them out. Let's just say that Anzu was sick all the way to the private clinic.
Kaiba and I got beds next to each other in the same ward, the trashman telling us that we would be bedridden for a few hours while he dug out the bullets and patched things up. Kaiba pulled out his cell phone (it goes everywhere he goes) and called up Mokuba, initiating an hour long apology and begging for forgiveness.
Mokuba loves his brother too much. He forgave him, and promised to be at the clinic in a matter of minutes.
Once Kaiba hung up, he threw a glance my way, but avoided eye contact with me. I heard a tiny sniffle, and I immediately knew he was crying. "Kaiba? Mokuba forgave you... why are you crying?"
"Because none of this should have happened..." he murmured. "What was wrong with me? Why did I use?"
"Kaiba... I can help you. Really. An eye for an eye, you know."
He smiled, his eyes twinkling with his tears. "Really? Because I can use all the help I can get."
I graciously returned the smile (they're cheap, you know), and we stayed in silence, completely appreciating each other for the first time.
"Hey, Jou?"
"Yeah?"
"When you said that you thought I was beautiful, were you serious?"
I paused, not wanting to say no, but wanting to make sure I was certain if I said yes.
Kaiba really is beautiful, you know.
"I was very serious, Kaiba."
"Good, because I was serious when I said that I was falling in love with you."
Any other man and I would have screamed bloody murder and tried to smolder him with my pillow.
This man and I thought I was going to cry, because I knew I actually was falling for him too. (Shut up.)
"Hey!" Supernova barked from the other side of the partition. "Cut the sappy shit, can't you see that Anzu and I are busy over here?"
I could hear Anzu sigh deeply. "Did you have to tell them that? Did you, really?"
I snorted. "As if we were interrupting you two."
"Yeah, Supernova," Kaiba added. "You'd get busy anywhere, even on an ambulance with a severe laceration on your back."
She snarled ferociously, causing us both to jump back a bit. "Don't talk about shit you don't know!"
"Darling, don't get all excited, you'll reopen your wounds!"
"Yeah, right! I've been through eons worse!"
"Oooh, let's all listen to more yakuza stories of you and Boss Tenkawa's army! Kaiba, get us some popcorn, okay?"
"You shut up! I taught you everything you know!"
"Oh dear... calm down, will you?"
"Please, Anzu, you know you like it when she's pissed."
"Kaiba! How dare you?"
"Don't act like you don't know..."
"Iiiiidiots, all of you!"
[end.]
A/N: slightly shorter, but I think the ending was appropriate. I am sorry if you wanted it to be longer, but I thought that this was the proper way to end it: with some mystery. Like what the hell is AK gonna do now? I guess he'll be an emotionally empty drug lord, and end up dying in a never ending cycle of death and revenge. That's terrible, but he deserves to live and suffer. Kohta! I love you, Kohta! (cries a bit, but gets over it) I believe that suffering is worse than death, so don't come yelling at me "why didn't you kill AK?!" I punished him, okay? He allowed himself to develop feelings for Jou, and that blew up in his face. Anyhow, here's the pitch for my next epic fic: "Speed Kills," a sort-of sequel to "Men In Suits," in which Jou completes his move to Tokyo, gets himself some action, gets himself some enemies, and starts thinking about his desertion of both Yuuki and Seto. Return of Yuuki? Possible, but not in the way that you expect. School has begun! And I've found myself a potential boy in la clase de espanol. Wish me luck with him. (He makes me happy... and he looks kinda like Jesse Michaels!) AP Chemistry RULES! And for the last Heavens to Bikini Kill jukebox: Operation Ivy "Caution". Caution is a word that I can't understand. Yeah, caution is a word that I can't understand. C-A-U-TION, (is a word that I could not understand), walked a dog with a real short leash (turned around saw the dog walk me!). Thanks to all of you who reviewed, and I hope to see you all next fan fic. I love you all!