Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Confidential Pain ❯ Dancing With Raindrops ( Chapter 6 )

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Author's Notes-Sorry for long update!!! Egad! My bunny died and then I got grounded from the computer until I cleaned my room. Well, I've been sneaking on, but not long enough to write chapters. Anyway, I did get a head start. I've been writing in school.... I wrote a five-page summary of what's going to happen in the next few chapters. ^.^ Just to let you know, it's not going to be chapter after chapter of Yugi either taking a new drug or murdering someone. There is indeed something.... a nice plot...* cackles * And oh, I can't wait to write it! So enough with Author's Notes, on with the chapter, ne?

Confidential Pain

Chapter Six-Dancing With Raindrops

Yugi awoke the next morning with the back of his head throbbing in a painful, pulsing rhythm. He slowly sat up and rubbed his head, wondering why it hurt so much. After he blinked quite a few times and his vision came into focus, he saw that he was on the ground, at the base of a large oak tree.

"Ah...must've fallen out last night...shit. And it rained, too. " Yugi sighed as he began to rise into a standing position, clothes dripping. His legs, however, began to disagree with this and buckled underneath him. Yugi found himself once again lying on the ground, this time rubbing his bottom where he had practically kicked himself.

"I'm taking a wild guess that this is NOT my day..." Yugi mumbled as he once again began to rise, leaning against the tree for support. When he finally got to his feet, Yugi breathed a little of the fresh spring air as he looked at his surroundings, wringing the excess water out of his shirt and pants. There were little kids playing on various playground equipment, adults throwing Frisbees for their dogs, couples sitting together on park benches, and random passersby. Several people gave him dirty looks before walking swiftly away from him, as if he was a germ.

"Yeah, fuck you too..." Yugi muttered a little too loudly as one random man walked past him. Sighing, Yugi wondered what was wrong with him. Looking down at his clothes, he realized that he did look rather...gangster like. His clothes were torn and stained and soaked through with rain. He smelled rather repulsive- a mix between cigarette smoke, garbage, sweat, drugs, blood, and who knows what else.

Sighing, Yugi kicked the ground with the tip of his dirty beaten shoe. He looked down at the only more-than-one-dollar-worth item he had on him, a small gold pocket watch dangling from a thin golden chain. The time read half past noon.

"Holy shit!" Yugi cried out, staring at the time. He'd have to kick it into high gear if he wanted to get to school in time! His eyes flicked downwards as he began running to stash his pocket watch back into his pocket. A moment too late, he looked up. His violet eyes widened as he collided head on with a large tree. For the third time that morning, Yugi found himself sprawled face-first against the cold dewy grass. A piece of soggy paper fluttered down from the said tree and landed with a dismal plop on Yugi's face. Two small indentations in the paper puffed and deflated as Yugi gave an exasperated sigh.

"Ok," he gritted out, his voice muffled, "one more time I fall on the ground and I swear...That...what's this?" Yugi slowly sat up, peeling the sheet from his face, careful not to rip it. His eyes darted from side to side as he quickly read the slightly smudged red print on the tattered sheet of paper.

"Foreign Student Exchange Program..." Yugi read. "Come live in America for a year...trade places with a true American...limited availability...sign up now, no fees necessary." Yugi began breathing rather quick paced as he reread the ad several times through. He couldn't believe it...a chance to start a new life in a new country, filled with new people, new chances, new everything! Not to mention, he didn't have to pay a single cent towards it. Excitedly, Yugi swiveled around in all directions, searching for a pay phone in the large, populated park. Seeing one at the far end of the park, Yugi began running towards it, his head held high to avoid any oncoming trees.

When he finally reached the small glass enclosure, Yugi leaned quickly against the side wall to catch his breath. While doing so, he just happened to overhear some of the muffled conversation of the person speaking inside.

"Yes, I'd like to speak to *mumble mumble mumble*. Yes, it is about the exchange. Yes, I'll hold."

Yugi's eyes widened in shock. If he wasn't one of the first persons to sign up, his chances were little for actually getting in. He didn't know how long the flyer had already been up before he had seen it; maybe he was already too late...

"Thanks so much! I'll be looking forward to it! Mm hmm!"

Yugi usually had pretty good manners, but hearing this person's conversation was driving him up the wall. His head snapped up and he walked briskly to the door of the booth. Pulling the door open, Yugi stepped inside the small area and reached for the man talking on the phone. Grabbing his shoulder and spinning the man around, Yugi punched him in the stomach with his free handand then pushed him out of the booth, slamming the glass door shut behind him. Reaching for the dangling phone, Yugi ignored the beats of the screaming man pounding on the walls and held the phone to his ear.

"Gomen, but the person you are trying to reach has unexpectedly become unavailable. If this is an important person, he would have called from a home phone, rather than a pay phone. I recommend contacting him later. This is a pre-recorded message. Have a nice day!"

Yugi grinned as he hung up the phone and picked it back up. His heart began to beat hard in his chest to the rhythm of the dial tone as he punched in each number of the Exchange Program headquarters.

"Hello, and thank you for calling Kaiba Exchange Network. If you are calling in regards to the program, you have called the right number. If you are calling in regards to Kaiba Land, this is the wrong number, so press 1 at this time. If you are calling in regards to Kaiba Corp, this is the wrong number, so press 2 at this time. If you are calling in regards to Kaiba Unleashed, this is the wrong number, so please press 3 at this time. If you are calling in regards to Kaiba Dress Up, this is the wrong number, so please press 4 at this time. If you are calling in regards of My Life As A Kaiba Fanatic..."

Yugi leaned against the wall tapped his foot impatiently as the prerecorded message droned on and on. He quirked an eyebrow at `Kaiba Dress Up', wrinkled his nose at `Why Is My Car Making That Noise? Oh Wait, It's Kaiba!', and then blinked at `Hello My Name Is, And I've Turned Gay Just For Kaiba.' By 268, Yugi was sitting on the ground, struggling to keep at least one eye half open. When the message reached, `If you are calling in regards to signing up for the foreign exchange program, please press 529 at this time,' Yugi perked up and stood up to press 529. He heard a small beep, and then ringing.

"Hello! My name is Upper Rator and I will be your assistant today."

"Finally! Now, I'm interesting in signing up fo-"

"If you have called to sign up for the program, please stay on the line. If you have called to talk to Kaiba, he says to jump off a cliff and he'll join you shortly, after verification of your death. If you have called to have sex with Kaiba, he says to leave your address and he'll send you a screwdriver to screw yourself with. If you have called to threaten Kaiba, please press 1 at this time. If you have called to scream fanatically at Kaiba, please press 2 at this time. If you have called to have Kaiba Surgery, please press 3 at this time. If you have called to plead for free Kaiba Merchandise, please press 4 at this time. If you have called to ask for Kaiba's email address..."

Yugi groaned as the list went on and on and on. Ten minutes later, the operator said, "If you have called to be a Kaiba's Personal Slave, please press 127." Yugi sat back down and let his head thud against the concrete, cursing thickly. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the list ended with, "Thank you for calling. To find out if there is any room left to sign up for the Exchange program, please press 641 at this time."

He hesitated a moment before pressing the numbers in. He wasn't too excited about another long operator list. Yugi didn't know who this `Kaiba' was, but he sounded awfully rich and famous.

"Hello and like, welcome! You've like, totally reached the right like, number! So like, if you want to find out like, how many of those exchange thingy spots are still like, available, then you like, gotta press like, uh...what's that number again? Hmm...Well, like, while I get that number, here's like, some hold music! Like, yeah!"

The ditzy operator was replaced by some insanely stupid and annoying music that made Yugi want to die just from hearing such things. He was a mere two centimeters from hanging up the bloody phone when the voice came back on.

"Like, whoever would have guessed that number! It's like, so easy to remember but I like, totally forgot! Oh! Like that one time back in like, I dunno, first grade like I..."

"God! What's with this?!" Yugi screamed, slamming the phone against the wall several times in frustration. When he lifted it back to his ear, the ditz was still reminiscing about first grade.

"Yeah! So like, the number you need to press is like...oh gawsh! You would totally not believe this! I forgot!"

Yugi screamed and beat the phone several times against the glass wall once again, just happening to miss the number. Frustrated, he picked it back up.

"So now you just press that number and be on your merry way! Kay? If you like, totally missed that number you big doofus, just hit 5 an this message will replay."

"WHAAAAT?!?!?!! OH, BLOODY STUFF YOURSELF WITH A BLOODY DOG!!!!!" Yugi screamed in rage at her. Sighing, he made to punch in 5, but missed and hit 1 instead without noticing it.

"Hello. There are currently spots available to sign up for the exchange program. Press One at this time to sign up."

Excited at finally getting some information without a long list, Yugi reached for the one. He didn't really know why the message hadn't played back, but it was alright with him!

"Hello. This is a prerecorded message by the one and only Seto Kaiba. I am delighted that you have taken interest in this Foreign Exchange Program Consider yourself very lucky indeed if you get chosen for this trip. Out of the millions of entries, only one of you will be able to partake in this exchange. Why only one, you ask? Because I'm Kaiba and I said so. If you are still interested in wasting more of your life by listening to a prerecorded message about the program, press one at this time."

"Oh you're so full of it…why don't you stuff it with a dog too..." Yugi muttered, pressing one.

"Hello again. Enter your exact location."

"Sulidy Park, the red glass phone booth to the north, Tokyo, Japan."

"Thank you. An information sheet will greet you shortly."

Yugi heard a click as the recording hung up. Just as it did, Yugi heard a large whirring noise above his head. Stepping out of the booth, Yugi looked up to the sky, where several people were pointing. Following their points, Yugi saw a small jet with KAIBA printed in large letters along the side. Suddenly a man in a parachute jumped out of the plane and floated down. A few seconds passed as the man approached the ground in front of Yugi. Once he landed, he handed Yugi a long plastic tube, then pressed a button, retracting the parachute neatly into its pack, turned around, and jogged away before Yugi could reply.

Yugi muttered, "Weird…" He popped off the top of the tube and turned it upside down. Nothing came out. He peered into it, and saw it was stuffed full of paper. Yugi carefully took two fingers and pulled it out, letting it unroll to its full length, its full length being all the way to the ground and several feet more. Quickly gathering it up as best he could, he stuffed the bundle under his arm and made his way over to a nearby picnic table. "Oh bloody."

There were endless questions, followed by 5 circles after each of them. Yugi took a deep breath, pulled out the few pre-sharpened pencils in the tube, and got to work.

A few questions down, he got to one asking for his name. He hesitated for a moment, not wanting to put down his real name. He decided to use an alibi in case the police began investigating him. He had, after all, committed murder. So he scribbled down `Onimo Morose.'

Two hundred or so questions later, Yugi was finished. The pencil he was using fell out of his sore hand, joining the others with broken tips and dull nubs, and began trying to massage his injured hand. After a few moments of rest, Yugi rolled up the questionnaire and managed to stuff it back into the tube.

"Now what..." He muttered, looking at the plastic container. A guy had parachuted down to give it to him, so how was he supposed to get it back to Kaiba?

"Excuse me sir, I'll be taking that." A young man in a black suit and black sunglasses tapped Yugi on the shoulder and held out his hand to collect the tube. Yugi surveyed the man quickly. He noticed the Kaiba emblem on his breast pocket, with KAIBA embroidered underneath, so he handed it over. The man took it, then walked away, leaving Yugi alone at the picnic table.

"Well.... now I'm bored..." Yugi sighed as he looked up at the sky. His view, however, was slightly blurred as large fat raindrops plopped into his eyes.

"Definitely not my day..." Yugi said as his hair began to droop with the pouring rain.

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Yes yes, I know. Veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeery Short chapter with nothing much happening in it. But it had to happen eventually, ne? Don't worry; next chapter will be chuck full of goodies. I'll try to get the next chapter up asap. ^-^ PLEASE REVIEW!!!