Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Confidential Pain ❯ Just Another Nut In A Tree ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer-Six chapters have already passed and if you can't guess Yugi's not mine, you're mad. I think it'd be rather entertaining to see the Yugioh Show displayed as this fanfic, ne?

Author's Notes-Well, I just stuck up chapter six. My editor says I'm getting a lot better with my stories, so I might not even need to run this one by the editor! So maybe two chapters in one day! Spiffy! Yes, last chapter was short. It prolly woulda been easier to write the whole chapter as `Yugi called the Exchange Network and signed up, hoping he would get chosen.' But what's the bloody fun in that?! On with the next one then! ^-^ Enjoy!

Just a little forenote I find quite entertaining...See, I started writing a summary of my fanfic to fill up pages in my Writer's Notebook. Well, looking back, I see that Chapter six had two lines in the summary; `Yugi signs up for a foreign exchange student program.' Yeah, that's it. I wrote a bloody chapter over one sentence. If I continue doing tihs, well, I'll have 100 chapters in no time... o.O But it's fun!!! ^-^

Chapter Seven- Just Another Nut In A Tree

A few tedious weeks had passed since Yugi had filled out the form to sign up for the Foreign Exchange Student Program. During that time, he had managed to continue doing his usual load of drugs while still playing normal at school. Anzu's murder had been quickly pushed in the back of people's minds with Jounouchi's `suicide' coming in instead. The police had stopped their search for the murderer, taking Jounouchi's suicide note saying that he was the murderer seriously. Jounouchi's parents were now in therapy, unable to cope with their dear son's suicide. The word was that they were slowly going mental, for their daughter had run away just a few years ago, and now their only remaining child was dead. Yugi seemed to be off the hook, but he was still on edge nevertheless. He and Onimo continued to do strange things for fun-beating up people, getting thrills from newly found drugs, robbing various places for the dough for more drugs, and just hanging out. Yugi had managed to rent out a small apartment with the stolen money that he didn't use for drugs. He had stopped worrying about being chosen for the program as more time passed, knowing that he was most likely not giong to be chosen if they hadn't contacted him yet.

The passing time brought colder days, dying trees, snow, and rain. It was one of these dreary days that Yugi and Onimo were stuck inside, the television stuck on a Simpsons marathon.

"...Doyvin and goyvin and the MAN EATING ROBOTS!!!" shouted a character from the show, producing prerecorded laughter in the background.

"This show is so stupid." Yugi muttered, his head lolling to the side in boredom.

"Word." Onimo said dully.

They both continued to stay transfixed at the screen, every now and then letting out a sigh. Suddenly the phone rang, causing both of them to jump in their seats and let out a string of swear words. Finally having a reason to move, Yugi ambled over the phone, which was sitting on the middle of the floor. He plopped down beside it and picked up the reciever.

"Hello?" He asked.

"Ohayo. May I speak to Mr. Onimo Morose?"

"Mr. Morose? I think you have-" A lightbulb switched on in Yugi's mind as he put two and two together. Onimo Morose was the name he had used on the Exchange Program!

"-reached the right number! You are talking to him right now!"

"Excellent. I am calling in regards to your entry in the Foreign Exchange Student Program. We are very sorry that-"

Yugi's heart skipped a beat. Very sorry that what? He wasn't chosen? No...he had to have been chosen! Just HAD to! But no on begins a good sentence with `we are very sorry that'. He wasn't going to make it. Yugi felt his heart plummet to the bottom of his stomach.

"-we had so many entries and that we were only allowed to pick one of them as the winner. However, you have been chosen as the lucky one to participate in the program! Congratualtions! You will recieve further information on the program via mail soon. Have a nice day!"

Yugi heard the click of the person hanging up, but it didn't register in his mind to hang up. Instead, the drone of the dialtone replaced the man's talking. After a few moment, the phone fell from Yugi's hand and bounced on the floor a little before landing.

`I won...I'm be going to America...I'm gonna start a new life...I won!!!' Yugi thought excitedly. His heart had zoomed back into place and was now beating wildly.

"ONIMO! ONIMO, YOU WON'T BELIEVE IT!!!!" Yugi stood up, a smile plastered on his face, and ran over to Onimo to give him a hug. Onimo peered at him with an annoyed expression, his attention flickering to the TV every few seconds.

"Whaaaat....what is soo bloody important?" He asked irritably as a commercial came on.

"I won! I Won!!! I WON!!!"

"You won? You won what? The lottery?" Onimo began to perk up as he thought of all the drugs they'd be able to buy with the winnings from the lottery.

"No, better! I get t-"

"Drugs! Drugs! A whooooole lotta drugs!" Onimo asked, his eyes wide and hoping.

"No! I-"

"Las Vegas! A trip to Las Vegas!"

"NO DAMMIT! JUST LISTEN TO ME HERE!!! I GET TO GO TO AMERICA AS PART OF A FOREIGN EXCHANGE PROGRAM! AND YOU'RE COMING WITH ME!!!" Yugi's grin widened even more after he said this, watching Onimo for some kind of reaction. It wasn't the reaction he had expected though.

Onimo's hopeful grin vanished in an instant and was reoplaced with a dark scowl.

"That's it? That's what you're bloody excited about? Going to fuckin America? What the hell?!" Onimo watched as Yugi's smile faltered.

"Well...aren't you happy? We can start new lives there, even though we'll only be ther for a year-"

"A YEAR? We're gonna be there for a YEAR?!"

"Well, yeah! But that'll give us enough time..."

"Pfft. Enough time for what, I daresay?"

"Well, to start over. Get new lives, you know? Even though drugs are great, I don't want to die from them. We can stop doing drugs, get new reputations-"

"Stop...doing...drugs?" Onimo asked slowly, a pause between each word. His eyes began to glow with hate at the thought of no more drugs.

"`Oh, let's go to America! Let's start new lives! Let's stop doing fuckin drugs! I don't want to die from them!'" Onimo mimicked, his voice rising with each word.

"When the hell did you sign up for this fuckin program anyway?! Wnd why didn't you tell me about this before now, huh? What the hell kind of friend are you trying to play?!!?"

"I didn't think it was important, ok?! They were only going to pick one person as the winner of this thing so I doubted I would be chosen!!! That's why I didn't tell you! What kind of friend am I?! I'm the one who murders people to save our skins, rob banks so that WE can get drugs-"

"Oh ho ho, but does that matter any more? You don't WANT to do drugs anymore, bastard! I live solely on drugs, and now you're gonna make me move to bloody America without them! FUCK YOU!" Onimo took a step towards Yugi, then unexpectantly swung at him, punching Yugi hard in the stomach. Yugi gasped and grabbed his stomach, keeling over. With a satisfied look, Onimo turned his heel and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door so hard behind him that the TV shook cautiously on top of the wobbly TV stand.

Still clutching his throbbing stomach, Yugi looked up towards the door where Onimo had just been.

"Note to self...get more friends..."

~*~Later That Day~*~

Yugi folded his last remaining shirt and placed it neatly in the black suitcase along with his little amount of other clothes. Turning around, he began looking through his chest of drawers, checking to make sure he hadn't missed any clothes. Sighing, he closed the drawers, then shut his suitcase. Sliding it off the bed, he hooked his hand around the handle and took the suitcase towards the door, where he set it down to await his long travel to America in a few days.

Yugi had recieved a thick envelope in `Kaiba Speedy Mail Service' telling him all about the program, but mostly rambling about the oh-so-great-superior-to-all one, Seto Kaiba. Yugi was never really in touch with who was rich or famous or cool or anything of the sort, so he hadn't had the slightest idea who this Kaiba was when he signed up for the program. The booklet called `Kaiba-The Story Behind The Best' told of how Kaiba was the richest man in the world, and only a teenager. He had created a game called Duel Monsters along with tons of equipment to go along with it. He also ran several other services; speedy mail, Kaiba Land (a humongous theme park), Kaiba Unleashed (a chain of store selling merchandise featuring Kaiba-Kaiba pictured t shirts, mugs, etc), Kaiba Dress Up (A store where you buy your own Kaiba looking doll that can buy all kinds of clothes for and dress him up), My Life As A Kaiba Fanatic (A a chain of clubs where Kaiba Fanatics met to discuss their Kaiba fanatic lifestyles, where Kaiba would make an appearance once every five years), Hello My Name Is, And I Turned Gay For Kaiba (Where people who turned gay just for Kaiba could get counseling, or have a Kaiba look alike found and live Happily ever after), Dance Like Kaiba (a huge danc club where you learn to dance like Kaiba does), and many many more. By the time Yugi had finished reading the 50 page booklet all about Kaiba, he was disgusted by how rich this guy was, and the kind of things he ran.

Yugi then picked up a slightly skinnier pamphlet on the program, which he read eagerly. It seemed like the chance of a lifetime to Yugi, and he was surprised and feeling very damn lucky after reading what he was allowed to do. When they said Exchange program, they had really meant it; he was gonna basically BE Kaiba! With a few rules and restrictions, at least. He got to live in Kaiba's MANSION. His spending allowence was $3000 a DAY. He was allowed to bank that too, so if he spent $2500 one day, the other $500 would carry on over to the next day. He was allowed to use any of Kaiba's services, including his helicopters, airplanes, submarines, boats, trains, subways, cars, limos, you name it.

"Fwooooo...." Yugi whistled once he finished the pamphlet.

"The only thing I'm not allowed to do is make him go bankrupt!" Yugi exclaimed with a smile on his face. "It's too bad Onimo isn't my friend anymore, he would have a blast...if only he had more enthusiasm..." Yugi muttered as he flipped through the remaining papers, telling him when he had to leave.

"Damn, I have to be up at 4:30 in the friggen morning tomorrow?! Shit...I better go to bed now then...I'm gonna oversleep..." Yugi finished up reading the papers, then neatly placed them back in the folder and put them on top of his suitcase. He then trudged slowly back to his bed and fell down on it. Tomorrow morning, 4:30, the airport...America...

Yugi was swimming in a huge pile of money that was filling the whole room. Onimo was watching him in disgust from a catwalk above him, a cigerette hanging out of his mouth.

`Traitor!' Onimo shouted as he stopped to let out the smoke from his mouth. He then flung the lit cigerette into the pile of money that Yugi was swimming in.

`Onimo! Wait! I know I kissed him, but it's not what you think! ONIMO!!!' Yugi watched as Onimo began laughing manically. A sudden spurt of flame errupted where the cigerette had landed-the pile of money was burning!

'Have a nice time in Hell, Yugi!' Onimo laughed as he began walking away from the burning room, smoke trailing after him.

`Onimo! Wait! Help me! I'm burning!' Yugi watching in horror as the fire swelled and circled around him. Suddenly it was on his hair, on his arm, he was burning! The smell of burning flesh filled his nostrils as he let out one last agonizing scream...

Yugi's violet eyes snapped open. His clothes were sticking to him from all the cold sweat that had broken out on his body, and he was breathing hard.

"It was just a dream...just a dream..." He muttered, still creeped out by it. He sat up in his bed and swung his legs over the side of the bed. The room was very dark, as was the sky outside. There was an occasional `tweet tweet' from the birds outside. He shifted his gaze to the blinking red digital clock on thefloor by his bed. Three thirty?!?! He was going to have to scamper if he wanted to get to the airport in time!

Hurriedly, he ran to his drawers to get some clothes. Realizing all his clothes were in his suitcase, he flung it open and threw on a pair of mismatched clothes. Reclosing the suitcase and grabbing everything he needed, Yugi ran out the door, locking it behind him. Halfway out the main door of the apartment complex, Yugi realized he had forgotten to put his shoes on. Cursing under his breath, he turned back around, rushed up the stairs, fumbled for his keys, and got through the door. After a few minutes of searching, he finally found them and slipped them onto his feet. He then raced out the door, locked it in record time, and rushed down the hall and out the main door.

The sky was dark and filled with onimous looking clouds that blocked out the sunrise. There were barely any cars on the roads. Yugi ran steadily down the sidewalk towards the airport.

A few minutes of ragged breathing had passed when Yugi decided to take a break from running, a short one. He put his things down on the ground around a flickering street light and leaned against the cool metal pole. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe regularly when something hit his eyelid. His eye opened in response, only to be blinked shut as something else hit his eye. Soon, many things were hitting him, drenching him. Rain. The rain started out as a drizzle, but within sconds had turned into a raging thunderstorm. The rain came down in turrents, soaking Yugi to the bone. Lightning streaked through the blackened sky with sonic booming thunder trailing not too far behind.

Sighing, Yugi walked out from the puddle of flickering light and began his soggy walk towards the airport. He probably would have saved time not getting his shoes, for they weren't proving very useful at the moment. He might as well have been walking in the rain barefoot because his shoes were filled with water.

Yugi quickened his pace; he knew the airport wasn't that much farther. He sped walked for a few blocks, running off and on. After about fifteen minutes, he had reached his destination. He paused outside the building where he would look up his flight schedule before slowly walking in, leaving wet footprints behind him.

Yugi approached a man standing behind a large wooden desk.

"I'm here for the 4:30 am flight to America on the Kaiba plane..." Yugi mumbled at the man. The man smiled.

"I suppose you're the lucky winner of the Exchange program?" He asked brightly, flipping through his flight schedule book.

"Mmm hmmm..." Yugi said in response, looking around in the large room.

"Okeydoke, well, you might want to have a seat. Your plane will be here in about a half an hour.

"Whhat?! That long? I wouldn've thought I'd have missed it!" Yugi exclaimed as he fell into a nearby chair. The man smiled knowingly.

"It's daylight savings." He stated. Yugi groaned.

Somewhere in the distance, a clock chimed four.

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Author's Notes-Well, there's the end of that chapter. Hmm...I guess I lied when I said it'd be chock full of goodies. Oops. Well, the next few chapters will be. I didn't realize how long it would take me to describe the signing up and the leaving. Gomen!!!! I hope you liked it though. I might even get a third chapter up today!! ^-^ PLEASE REVIEW!!