Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Cute When You Scream ❯ Cute When You Scream ( Chapter 1 )

Cute When You Scream

oxymoronicism // 5x19x05

 

“Fuck with

my heart,

I'll teach you what it's like

to be so used.”

 

It was over. Not just the relationship. No, it was all over. Every last essence of that putrid, coniving bastard was over, or would be soon. Time could no longer act out the role as the impartially biased judge in the damned cause of rival versus rival. Yes, it was all over.

 

that you have to bleed

that dirt stuck in your plastic fingernails

“And just the scent of you

is enough to make me sick.”

 

The blonde smirked wickedly, his amber eyes burning with hatred, disgust -- and mischief. He sat with his elbows resting menacingly atop his knees, chuckling darkly as he looked down upon the gleaming lights from the mansion sitting egotistically above the other inhabitants of the world. If he narrowed his eyes and squinted a bit, he could clearly see his prey climbing into bed for the night, arrogant and unaware of his predator's vengeful eyes tracking his every move, his every routine, waiting for the perfect time to strike, and kill.

 

It was a classic game of cat and mouse. Predator and prey.

 

He tilted his head back, laughing at the sky, his eyes glinting with a fiendish aura. Previously he had been the prey, but not anymore. Just like a country boiling over with a desire for a swift and bloody revolution, he had turned the tables of existance. But this wasn't going to be any old revolution. Oh, no... He was going to take the world by storm and cause global chaos. “All or nothing,” he told himself, “all or nothing.”

 

Joey checked his watch. Four more hours.

 

And all I know is

revenge is sweet when...

 

“You know that you are worthless.”

 

And I am better than your games

where you play Princess

I've played, and always win.

 

The street lamps glowed brighter, casting a dark shadow on the boy's hardened face. He watched from his perch with golden, hawk-like eyes as his prey slipped inside a long black limousine. A feral grin crossed his lips. “I'll take my time to slowly plot your end.”

 

But now I will

spit bullets with my pen

And all I know is...

 

“You're cute when you scream.”

 

His quiet voice ricochetted off the walls. The emptiness of the hallway made his words pierce the skin of his prey, who froze, turning to stare at him like a deer caving in against the cold steel of a gun barrel. “You know that you are worthless.”

 

His prey started to speak. “I am better than--”

 

“The games where you play Princess.”

 

“I've played, and always win.”

 

I'll take you, on to the top

of this building and just push you off

Run down the stairs so I can see your face

as you hit the street

 

The cold air bit at his prey's face as he stalked forward.

 

“You know that you are worthless.”

 

“I--”

 

“Am better than your games.”

 

where you play Princess

I've played...

 

“And always win.” He extended a single hand, pressing his icy fingertips against Kaiba's chest.

 

“This time, I win.” Joey smiled darkly as he leaned forward. His lips were just millimetres from Kaiba's.

 

“So here's your kiss goodbye.”

 

Their lips barely met before Joey laughed, pulling back, his fingers still pushing against the thin fabric covering Kaiba's chest. He laughed again, his eyes possessed by hatred, and shoved him off the ledge.

 

Kaiba fell to the ground just moments later. The scream that pierced the night sky died.

 

You're cute when you scream...