Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Confidential Pain ❯ Just Pick One and Cut ( Chapter 11 )

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Confidential Pain

Chapter Eleven- Just Pick One and Cut
(Oh yes, and if you haven't figured it out, Onimo is sort of like Yami/Atemu, in the way that he's a `older' version of Yugi. But the Yugi in this fanfic is about the age of the Atem in the anime, but…you get my point?)

 

Yugi gazed idly around the room, trying to remember what exactly he'd wanted to search for anyway. Back when he didn't have anything to work with, he'd been overflowing with questions and wonders. But now that he was there, hands perched atop the keyboard of the super-all-knowing-and-superdandy-Kaiba computer, his mind was a complete blank.

 

“Think…think…think…” he muttered, spinning slowly from side to side in his chair. His eyes roved over the scattered awards, portraits, family lines, and animal heads that lined the walls of the study. A faint itching started to form in the back of his mind as he stared at the walls-as if the answer was right in front of him. His eyes came to rest on a framed family tree of the Kaiba's. A few of the names looked familiar, but he'd probably just heard about them in the news and such. Yugi began to wonder how far back his family tree---

“THAT'S IT!” Grinning, Yugi whirled back to face the monitor and brought up Google. He'd search for HIS family tree! Adrenaline pumped through his body with the new idea, and his fingers flew across the keys as he typed in a worthy search item- `Muto Family Tree'.

 

…Nothing. Google, Yahoo, MSN, Dogpile--none of them provided a single hint to Yugi. There didn't seem to be another Muto in the world; he couldn't even find himself. Sighing dejectedly, he switched to searching for pictures. There had to be at least one picture on the net of him on vacation or something. Surely his mom had snapped some and sent them around to other family and friends?

 

“Dude, what the fuck is up with all this gay-ass porn?!” Yugi exclaimed as the pictures loaded quickly. He hurriedly clicked to the next page, and the next, and the next- but they all seemed to be filled with pictures and drawings of two porcupine-headed boys screwing each other. Even scarier was the fact that they had a freakish resemblance to himself and Onimo. Shuddering, he skipped ahead to the twentieth page of pictures.

 

A bright one in the corner caught his eye. The Kaiba Corp logo was scrawled across the top, and underneath stood a fancily dressed smiling bride holding on to her handsome husband. It took Yugi a few moments for it to register that the handsome man in the picture was none other than Seto Kaiba himself!
“…He smiles?” From all the pictures lined in the mansion and televised interviews he'd seen, Kaiba wasn't exactly the smiling type.

 

Yugi clicked on the site, which turned out to be a fan archive of any and all pictures anyone in the world could get their paws on of Kaiba. It was very creepy seeing so many people gush over the man…yet the pictures they provided were like digging into Kaiba's diary or something. Just because they were so not-Seto and personal looking.

 

The archive titled `Wedding Ceremony T^T' seemed to be the most interesting. Yugi couldn't recall Mrs. Kaiba's face, even though there must have been portraits of her all over the mansion. Scanning through the wedding pictures though, her face didn't show in a single one of them. Either the picture was taken from the back or the side, or her veil was down. It was really starting to irritate him for some reason.

 

“AH! FINALLY!” He smirked as a picture began to load of the bride unveiled and posing for her audience. When he saw her face however, he didn't get the relieved feeling of recognition he'd thought he would. Instead an unsettling feeling tickled his stomach, and something seemed to be poking his brain as if to remind him of an incident with that woman. But the more he stared at her face and probed his memory for her, the more it seemed to ease into the black hole of his past.

 

“She must have…come to talk to us at school…or something…” He mumbled, coming to a decision to just let it go. It wasn't that important anyway- he was looking for HIS family, not Kaiba's. So what if she looked familiar? She was famous by marriage, surely everyone knew her.

`You didn't even know Kaiba was married,' came a small voice in his head. Yugi shook his head, trying to berid himself of the thought.

 

Reaching into his pocket, Yugi rummaged through the starburst and skittles and gum wrappers for the small bottle he'd stashed a few hours ago. Fingers touching it, they wrapped around it happily and drew it to the desk. A small label, halfway peeled off, read `CX-With love to our skradlada, F&J.' The label was handwritten by one of the two good friends of his that resided in New York, Freez and James**. They often sent him experimental products, extras, or just one-time flukes that didn't do much. Some were pretty horrible, but free drugs are nothing to complain about!

 

Yugi unscrewed the cap, putting it to the side, and tipping the bottle, he tapped it on the small groove between his outstretched thumb and index finger. A small mound of white substance gathered in the groove, dancing in his lusting violet eyes.

 

“To wasting away,” he cheered, raising his hand slightly before bringing it carefully to his nose. In one deep breath, the substance had disappeared, leaving only a reddening nose and slight twitch behind.

 

“Yugi! How's it been?” Onimo called from the doorway, startling Yugi.

 

“Onimo-hey! Long time no see. Where the hell have you been?” Yugi held up the half-empty bottle toward Onimo, who strolled across the room to take it.

 

“Hm. This is new…” Snorting the rest of the contents, he tossed the empty bottle back to Yugi. “So Christina's dead?”

“Yeah. They made this out of his bones. Pretty fucked up, eh?”

 

“Haha. I'm gonna smoke you when you die, Yugi. Gonna fuckin molest you and throw your penis to the drug dealers.” He snickered, dropping his arms across Yugi's shoulders from behind. Yugi shook his head, laughing.

 

“You're not the only one who's wanted a puff of that.” Yugi winked trailing his fingers across Onimo's warm flesh—
`Wait…why…? Since when was I attracted to Onimo? I'm straight…I thought he was too?'

 

His thoughts were brought to a flashing halt as he felt Onimo's warm tongue flicker across his nape, leaving behind a trail of wet and burning skin. Yugi's eye rolled in and out of focus as his heart began pounding faster-he could feel something tightening in his jeans.
`But…why?'

 

“Onimo-what are you doing?! I'm not--” A moan escaped his lips instead of a protest. Onimo's hand had slipped under his shirt and was now caressing his chest. Yugi could feel his belt coming undone above his tingling skin.

 

His mind completely shut down as he felt his pants being lowered. The chilliness of the room only passed across his skin for a moment-in the next Onimo was grinding crudely against him. Yugi heard sirens screaming in his head, but the moist feeling driving on him was too ecstatic to give up.

 

He was drowning in the lust Onimo was pouring onto him- gasping for breath as he experienced this new type of wild madness that felt so damn good. Yugi's whole body shuddered with each hot breath against his sensitive skin-but the sirens were getting louder and louder. The more he tried to ignore them, the more they came into focus. Yugi screamed in agony, not wanting to tear away from Onimo, but at the same time wanting to find out what the hell was trying to distract him.

 

Sirens screaming shrilly-and thunder; horribly loud thunder that shook the whole mansion-his head throbbed with all the noise, why wasn't it stopping?! And then there were voices! Where were these voices coming from?! Screaming at him, surrounding him-what did they want??

 

“GET AWAY!!!!!” Yugi screamed as loud as he could, clamping his hands tightly over his ears. He didn't want to hear it anymore—“JUST STOP IT!” He felt himself fall out of the computer chair, landing in pain on the soft carpeted floor. Grabbing his head, he continued to roll around and kick and scream, trying to drown out the horrible sounds.

Letting out an anguished cry, he forced his eyes open and glanced wildly around the room. So many shadows-blurred and surrounding him. Slowly they started to come into better focus-black boots, guns, helmets-black clothed people-all pointing their weapons at him.

 

“Wha-what the hell?! Get away from me!” Yugi cried, suddenly filled with fear. They were here to kill him?!

 

“You're under arrest!” One of them boomed, his loud voice penetrating Yugi's skull like a bullet. Had he been shot? Or was it…

 

“NO!” He slammed his eyes shut and turned away from the noise, willing it to go away.
`Onimo. It's just him. This is just Christina, it's his world…It's all gone…none of this is real, he's fucking with my head! I'll just sleep, it'll all be gone when I wake up! It'll all be gone…'

 

He felt himself drifting away, leaving behind all this mess. Just as he found peace, a cold shiver ran across his wrists, and a harsh grip formed around his arms. He felt his feet lose touch with the floor. Jerking awake, he discovered himself in the grasp of two police officers, two more following with guns pointed at him.

 

“You-you can't do this! It wasn't me-I'm just here…I'm not…it's wrong…Onimo….he did it…” Yugi trailed off helplessly as he realized Onimo had disappeared- he always had when trouble reared it's ugly head. Onimo wasn't being towed away…he wasn't being blamed for this…

Raising his head with much effort, Yugi focused on the computer chair. He and Onimo-just moments ago…what was that anyway? So many thoughts whirled through Yugi's mind, making it hurt much worse than it should have.

“I'll get you for this Onimo!” He shouted across the room, spit flying from his mouth as hot tears began to trash his face.

 

The police tightened their grip on him and dragged the struggling boy across the room. Yugi flew a last fleeting glance around the room-he'd never see this pampered place again. The bright chandeliers, the fancy furniture, the detailed paintings…the computer screen. The forgotten page displaying an unseen portion of pictures of the wife. Standing in a garden-overalls clutching her body-a small boy smiling stupidly in her arms.

 

Yugi's eyes widened and he felt his heart come to a stop as he stared into the eyes of the little boy. The eyes of the mother.

 

“No…” He muttered, realization and denial crashing into him. Even after he'd been dragged out of the room and down the hall, the picture floated crisp in his mind.
“Jounouchi…” His breath clenched in his chest- blood inked pen, a horrid murder/suicide, the lingering kiss- and the picture on the desk. The framed photo Yugi had smirked at as he wrote the suicide note. The eyes that had stared at him; demanding to know why.

 

The same eyes that would then gaze into Kaiba's.

 

That would watch that little boy be murdered.

 

 

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-End Notes-
So like WHOAH what the hell is going on?! XD
When I reread this chapter when I found it MONTHS after it was written, I was like, what the hell was I writing? I didn't even get it. But then I remembered and it was all good.
The version you're reading is tons different than the draft—I got a tad excited and started typing like mad at one point. And then the phone rang and the whole mood was ruined. =( Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!
Confidential Pain is slowly spiraling to an end as our little Yugi is taking his toll on life. If you've figured out what Yugi has, Kudos to you! If you haven't, that's all good too cuz there's more to learn!

I get myself confused a whole lot writing this. I had to make a chart the other day because I keep forgetting who is who and what's gonna happen to who. >_<

 

**CX, Freez, and James
I really like this movie called Party Monster, and that part just comes from the movie. CX is referring to Christina, played by Marilyn Manson (which is another story, but that's my nickname too, Christina, nother story for a different day), Freez is referring to a drugdealer in the movie, and James is referring to James st James, the original Club Kid. I mainly just wanted to tie in one of my other obsessions into the fanfic, but it's basically saying that Yugi gets lots of drugs from them. Yeah.

And the drug they give him, CX, is made from the rushed bones of the dead Christina. This is also tying into a think in Manson's auto about Twiggy (I think?) that decided to smoke some bones one time.

So yeah.

 

Stay tuned! <3