Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Chrysalis ❯ Games ( Chapter 2 )

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Chapter Two: Games

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Two weeks have passed: Lunch

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"… and the squirrel jumped up to the branch with my phone hanging from it's mouth." Jonouchi shook his head.

"A squirrel." Kaiba had his head down on the table. His arms crossed protectively over his head. Small quivers rippled across his shoulders. It had been a disastrous week, even discounting the on going saga of the phones. One of his laboratories had missed some important data on a VR generator causing at least a two month delay before the product could even begin to be test marketed, the cleaning crew at one of the VR stadiums had accidentally shorted out the main computer causing the holographic monsters to rampage through a startled, sue-happy audience and Mokuba had tonsillitis.

"So I climbed up the tree after the little sucker, but damn it, he jumped to another tree." Jonouchi shook his head in disgust not noticing Kaiba cover his ears.

Yugi sat wondering if Kaiba was crying. Sure, Kaiba was tough. He was one of the best duelists in the world, a formidable and successful businessman, both Yugi and Yami respected him as a duelist and as a friend. Unfortunately, Kaiba also had emotional barriers that made fall out shelters look flimsy to protect his vulnerable heart. Jonouchi, with his penchant for cell phone destruction and overconfident swagger, had managed to get through those barriers and Yugi wondered if Kaiba could survive the experience.

Yami was leaning over Yugi's shoulder inspecting the food on the tray.

I think Kaiba is having a nervous breakdown. Yugi tipped his head up to look at his yami.

Well, next time we have a duel we can just start talking about cell phones and we'll have him by the second turn. Yami straightened looking disgusted and pointed at the brownish slime on Yugi`s tray. And what is this called.

Beef stroganoff with noodles, string beans and vanilla pudding. Yugi picked up his bent metal fork, tried to get the tines into a non-lethal configuration and started eating.

Yami looked shocked, Aibou, are you sure you should be putting that stuff in your mouth?

Well, if it's in my mouth I don't have to look at it anymore. Yugi gulped his food down quickly and chugged down his luke-warm milk.

Yami looked away shuddering and wondered how long it would take a ambulance to cart all the kids off to a hospital to have their stomachs pumped. He estimated about three hours, not counting the actual pumping and other procedures. Of course his light would be at the front of the line, so maybe thirty to forty five minutes. Which might just get them both home by five. Plenty of time to tuck his light safely in bed and watch the evening news.

Yugi pulled his pack up to the bench next to him and pulled out the latest game from the shop. A computerized version of Greedopoly. It was the hottest thing in the store right now. Grandpa was having problems just keeping it in stock. It was played just like the old version where you went around the board trying to get as much land and money as you could, with the winner being the one who drove all opponents bankrupt. This version however was a small holographic simulation. The game board, once unfolded and activated, produced a image of a small town that your holographic token would move around as you swallowed up money and hotels.

Yami had looked at it, read the rules and declared the game a barbaric, brainwashing tool that's only goal was to corrupt the masses into being brainless, capitalist zombies and refused to play. Yugi was wondering if he should start being more careful about the things his yami was watching on TV.

He looked up hopefully at Jonouchi. He had brought the game to school to see if Jonouchi or Honda would play with him, but Honda was not in school today and Jonouchi looked like he might not survive lunch judging by how Kaiba was reacting to the squirrel story. He quickly surveyed the rest of the lunch crowd. Anzu was sitting with her girl friends in a small cluster on the other side of the cafeteria. Bakura was just a couple of tables over hunched over his texts books and madly scribbling on a piece of paper, probably the essay that was due in Mr. Ito's class next period. He looked around again, maybe Duke? No, Duke wasn't in the cafeteria. Yugi sighed and ran his finger over the game controls.

A tiny figure shuffled by him and sat down at the end of the bench carefully putting her tray on the table. It was the new girl Yuai. She hadn't changed much since the first day of class, still dirty, mismatched, her uniform baggy, her hair hiding her face. Yugi looked at his game, looked at the girl and slid down the bench.

"Hi, I'm Yugi." He watched as she nervously jerked at the sound of his voice.

"Hi," She peeked up at him from behind long uneven bangs, her voice hardly more than a whisper.

"Would you like to play a game with me?" Yugi nudged the Greedopoly board forward.

"A…a game? W..wh…what kind of game?" Her small hands trembled, then she set her fork down neatly at the side of the tray.

"Yeah, well you see.." Yugi grinned. "My grandpa got me this game, but no one will play it with me. I was kind of hoping you might."

"Greedopoly?" She looked at him for a moment then looked at the game "You want me to play Greedopoly with you?"

"Uh, huh." Yugi nodded smiling at her.

One delicate finger touched the edge of the game reverently, "Okay."

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The next day: Lunch

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Yugi sat the Greedopoly board down on the table in front of Yuai and slid his tray onto the table without spilling any of his soup onto his potato chips. She looked up at him and gave him a slight smile. Yugi grinned back and twisted himself onto the bench. Yami settled on the table with his arms crossed, looking over the crowd of kids milling around with a slight frown on his face.

Do you know how many germs this place has? He glared at Yuai. That girl there probably has enough germs on her to send you to the hospital for a year.

Hey! I like her. Yugi nudged his pack under the table. She nearly creamed me yesterday at this game.

I have nothing against the girl. Yami glared at a lanky boy who sat down at the next table. I was watching a special report on influenza last night. They are expecting that deadly SARS virus to make a comeback. You can't be too careful.

Why don't you watch the cooking channel instead? Yugi sighed.

I tried, but coming here and watching you eat that stuff started making me feel queasy. Yami frowned down at the minestrone soup with it's anemic vegetables floating forlornly in it.

"Hi Yuai, want to play again?"

"Sure, Yugi." She quickly finished her soup and pushed her tray to the side.

He opened the board up and activated the display. Yesterday, she had come close to beating him. Yami had even stopped watching him for symptoms of food poisoning and taken a interest. It had taken all his concentration and a bit of coaching from Yami to beat her. Nothing like having a 5000 year old former head of state to give you tips on land acquisition. Not that Yami had changed his mind about the game, he just couldn't allow his light to be beaten by anyone at any game even a brain washing, capitalistic, zombie game.

"Would you like to be the leech or the tapeworm this time?" Yugi dumped his potato chips into his soup and started stirring them together.

"Would you mind if I was the flea?" Yuai's voice was still only slightly above a shy whisper.

Yugi wondered if she ever spoke above that level. The teachers in class seem to have given up trying to get her to speak up when reading out loud. Mr. Ito had screamed at her last Thursday because the kids three seats away couldn't hear her voice. He had stood in front of her for five minutes yelling about voice projection, class participation and school pride. Yuai had stood there shivering with her head bowed till the teacher walked away and ordered her to sit down.

"Nope, go ahead. I want to be the politician," he picked up his raspberry tart and stated flaking that into the soup too.

Yami gagged. That, that… isn't that supposed to be a fruit tart?

It doesn't taste anything like raspberries, Yami. Yugi stirred the soup into a mush. Actually, for some reason it tastes like pork.

Yami turned green and disappeared as Yugi started eating.

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That Evening

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Yuai pulled her hands against the belt that tied her hands to the frame of the bed making the leather tighten painfully against her wrists. She bit against the gag in her mouth and tried to hear what was happening in the next room.

Her father had come home in a rage. Something about work and the bastard he had for a boss. Yuai couldn't make out exactly what the problem was, mainly because the second he saw her he had backhanded her into the wall hard enough to make her eyesight blacken for a moment. The kicking and punching after that all ran together. She slightly remembered crawling into a corner trying to protect herself and being dragged back into the center of the room by her hair, but as usual it was mostly a blur of fear, pain and desperation that ended with her being tied to the bed in her parents room.

A hour or so later the door bell rang and she had heard the voices of some of her father's friends, their voices loud and slurry as they talked. Soon they had all settled down for a night of poker. Yuai hated poker nights, she usually managed to figure out when they were happening and stay out of the house for the night and maybe a few nights after. Her father couldn't win the game even with divine intervention, and the favorite stake he wagered was her.

The door opened and a pudgy, balding man with no chin and a scraggly goatee staggered into the room. He closed the door behind him and started unbuttoning his pants as he walked toward her. She could smell him when he was half way across the room. The stale, musty smell of beer, the bitter smell of tobacco and the bitter smell of old sweat on unwashed clothing. He giggled as his zipper stuck and stopped at the side of the bed to tug at it a few seconds before it came free.

"Hay baby, I got what you want right here." He pulled his pants down around his knees and fell on top of her, his hands pulling her legs apart then coming up to thrust his fingers between her legs. His tongue licked the side of her neck and trailed down to her nipples. He nipped and sucked while his fingers twisted inside her, then with a grunt he pulled his hand away and rammed his cock in.

Yuai looked at the ceiling, counting the cracks in the plaster as the man heaved and thrust into her. She had learned a long, long time ago not to struggle, not to move, just lay still and let them finish. The man was now panting and groaning, his hips pounding against hers, his hands grasping and kneading her ass, pulling her hips up into his thrusts. His pace quickened, Yuai bit into her gag in pain, then he gave a sharp grunt, a couple of deep thrusts and a shiver. Done. He squeezed her ass again and rolled off her.

"Thanks baby, see you next time." He pulled his pants back up his flabby ass as he walked back out the door and closed it behind him. The next hand was being dealt. Yuai tugged again at the belt and gave up for the night. Her father was too good at tying her by now, and she was too used to this. With any luck she'd only be won a few more times before they called it a night. Then of course it would be her father's turn.

She let her mind slip away, concentrating on chess moves she had read about in a book at the library. The door opened a few minutes later, she didn't bother to look. In her mind she watched the black and white chess pieces march neatly across their columns and rows.