Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ It's My Life ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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Me: Yay. Chapter 2… Got nothin' much to say so ENJOY!

Don't own Yugioh or characters…

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Decisions, Decisions

Chapter 2

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Rishid groaned quietly, feeling his whole body awaken from his deep sleep, sore and drained. His watch, which was directly next to his ear, was irritatingly loud and obnoxious, so he turned it off by smashing his wrist against the counter, shutting it off immediately. For a few minutes, he laid there, but then gradually, he let his eyes open and tried to take in his surroundings. When he couldn't figure it out, he sat up sluggishly, feeling a slight headache setting in.

“Ah. I see you're up.”

Startled be the woman's voice, he jolted violently and nearly fell off the bar stool, turning his head sharply to see Jin.

“Wh…where am I? What happened?”

She chuckled warmly and sat in front of him. “You're at The G Note, remember? Here.” She set down a cup of coffee in front of him with a small muffin looking pastry. “You must be hungry…”

Rubbing his head unhurriedly, he squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his headache begin to get worse and throb.

“Nnngh… What time is it…?”

Jin looked up at a large clock dangling perilously on the wall.

“8:43 AM… Why?”

Rishid's eyes widened and his mind shocked awake like an electric wire. No… As swiftly as he could, he tore his cloak from off his back and wrapped it around him in little under 3 seconds. Hurriedly, he stepped down off the bar stool and onto the floor.

“I'm sorry… I have to get going!”

“But--!”

Before Jin could object any further, Rishid was almost flying out the door and down the street in the blink of an eye. Jin watched him go, feeling a… almost sense of loss.

“Why was he in such a hurry?”

Catherine, the old woman from last night, chuckled slightly and huffed.

“Chh… Men.”

Stupid, STUPID, STUPID!!!

Rishid was nearly soaring down the streets and sidewalks, bumping into the few passersby that were unfortunately in front of him. He hadn't returned… he hadn't reported back to Master Malik. He had fallen asleep in a bar!! How could he be so damn stupid!? Silently cursing to himself, he tried his best to get through people and get to the HQ in time…

By the time he had gotten there it was already noon. Somewhat out of breath, Rishid paused for a moment to catch his breath, and then pushed open the old, brown door of the HQ, which was just a pretty old, abandoned building and scurried inside. It was eerily quiet and dark… as usual. Rishid swallowed and took hushed steps down a hallway to his left, keeping in mind not make too much noise. His heart pounded solidly against his chest as if it was about to burst out like a caged animal.

He had never disobeyed Malik before. NEVER. He was always on time, always there when he needed to be…One time, he had seen someone before who had disobeyed Malik… but he wasn't around anymore to tell his side of the story. With that in mind, Rishid inaudibly tried walk by two other guys in cloaks who were standing side by side next to an open room, but they caught him in the last second.

“Well if it isn't Rishid, Master Malik's top gun. Where have you been all night, big guy? Out roughin' it up with some ladies?”

Rishid cringed. It was the Sazuka brothers…

“Yeah,” said the other brother. “Master Malik's been wantin' you since yesterday and by the looks of it…Well, I'd go see him right now if I was you.”

They both laughed mockingly, making Rishid tense up in anger. All he wanted to do was grasp their heads and bash them against the stone hard walls… But he couldn't do anything. He had more important things tend to. Taking a deep breath, he walked into the room with shaky, numb legs. Malik was sitting on his throne-like chair as usual, but the whole room was trashed. A table was completely turned over. A lamp was smashed into a million pieces. Even the dark brown drapes were torn to shreds and ribbons on the ground. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Rishid walked shakily in front of Malik and bowed slightly.

“Master Mal—“

“Where the hell were you yesterday?”

Malik's voice was like a cold, steel knife cutting through Rishid's nerves, making him feel feeble and unsteady.

“I-I was at a—“

“Oh. So your damn little trips outside are more important than me, huh?”

“N-no Mas—“

“You thought that since you had a taste of freedom outside you could just abuse it like that, hm?”

Rishid bowed his head, trying to assess the situation.

“I had… lost track of time, Master Malik. Forgive me…”

Malik's eyes widened with malice as his fingers dug into the arm of the chair, making his knuckles go sheet white. He bared his teeth, clenching them in ferocity.

“Forgive you? Is that an order?”

Rishid swallowed nervously. “N-no, Master Mal-“

“No. I think it was an order! Who do you think you are Rishid, to order me around!?”

“I…I'm so-“

“Oh, you'll be sorry, alright!! When I'm finished with you…” With a snap of his fingers, the two Sazuka brothers were in the room. “Haru, Soshi. Get yourselves and the others to the other room and take care of Rishid for me.”

Rishid felt his face flush pale and stared at Malik with fearful eyes as the two brothers grabbed him by the arms. They were both shorter than him, but at least 4 times stronger.

“B-but Master Malik!!”

Malik's face twisted into a malevolent smirk, his eyes glowering dark violet.

“Sorry, Rishid, but if I let you go off the hook so easily, the others will take advantage of that and think they'll be able to do the same thing without punishment…Besides, they'll assume I'm going soft.” And with a slight nod, the two brothers were dragging Rishid off and out of the room.

He struggled feebly and miserable to get free from the two guys' iron grips . But it was no use. They took him just down the hall and to the left towards an old, decrepit room that was hardly ever used. Until now… Before Rishid could react, the two men shoved Rishid inside the fairly large room, causing him to fly into the wall with enough force to make him black out for a few seconds. As he started to get back up, he soon realized that there were quite a lot of guys in cloaks surrounding him, each with their own weapon of choice, whether it be a bat, knife, or fists, they were ready.

“Well if it isn't the all favorite Rishid, uh?” said a tall, thick man who had a long jagged scar running across the ride side of his head to the left side of his jaw. “ I've been waiting for this moment for a relatively long time. And so have my buddies here.”

Rishid swallowed, feeling a lump in his throat. The others smirked with crazed violence…

“No hard feelings, right Rishid? I mean… You are still our favorite.” Everyone laughed mockingly. “Well, we might as well get this party started.”

With lightning fast speed, Rishid felt an object smash against his skull without warning. He had no time to respond or defend himself because the next thing he knew was that he was on the ground in an almost fetal position, trying to ward off all the kicking, thumping and stabbing of the other guys. He tried his best not to cry out, because that would only show weakness and weakness to the other guys would easily be snuffed out… The torment and pain seemed to go on for an eternity and the only thought in Rishid's mind was why Malik would do such a thing….

Finally, when Rishid opened his eyes, he saw that he was alone in the room. It was quiet again, and there was no one else in sight. A small light flickering outside the door was the only thing that kept him from total darkness. He was lying on the cold stone floor, doing his best to stay conscious. He moved just enough to try and get up, but went into a huge coughing fit, feeling blood slowly trickle down the corner of his mouth. White hot pain came from every twitch, every movement he made so he didn't even fight to get up. With little progress, dragged himself to one of the walls and leaned on it in order to asses what his injuries were.

His left eye was swollen shut, so he couldn't see out of it at all. His head throbbed mercilessly, making what little vision he had blur in and out constantly. He already knew he had a split lip because he felt the dry crust running down his chin. Finally, a sharp, piercing pain was stiffening his shoulder, and when he let his hand pass over it, he realized that there was an immense piece of jagged glass jutting out of it.

Groaning a little, he clenched his teeth out, got a good grip on the uneven glass and yanked it out with all his might. It was a huge mistake. He yelled out in agony as the glass itself cut deeper into his skin as it was pulled out. Hand flying to the injury, he hunched over, trying to will the agonizing punishment to go away.

It took a good 3 minutes before the pain actually subsided. Sweat trickled down the side of Rishid's face and the corner of his jaw. Letting his head rest against the wall, he little by little closed his eyes and settled into darkness once more…

A sharp kick to the ribs woke Rishid in an instant. He half groaned, half whimpered as he felt his body turn slightly on his bad shoulder. There was quiet chatter for a moment, then yelling…

“HEY!! We know you're not deaf Rishid!! Get yur ass up and report to Master Malik!! He wants you right now!!”

When Rishid made no attempt to obey at all, two cloaked figures forcefully hauled him to his feet, vigorously dragging him to the room where Malik was. Rishid's mind barely processed anything as he was heaved violently into the next room. He fell into a miserable bundle on the ground, motionless. He heard one of the other guys vaguely bawl something at him and when he didn't comply, he was pulled by his neck so that he was kneeling and facing Malik, who was smirking down at Rishid cruelly.

“Well, Rishid. You look well…” Malik stood up and walked over to Rishid, pacing back and forth in front of him. “You see what happens when you disobey me, Rishid?”

Rishid knew he had to answer. He swallowed and mustered up all that he had left. “Yes, Master Malik…” His voice came out course, making it hurt to even breathe.

Malik chuckled, seemingly normal and cheerful. “You see? It's so much easier if you do what I want. Things go so much easier…. Now…” He bent down to Rishid's level, staring directly into his dull, golden eyes. “Do what you were supposed to do in the beginning and this time…” He squinted his eyes slightly. “Don't disappoint me.”

The two guys released Rishid and ambled away, leaving him to struggle to stay up. Malik huffed slightly with little concerns for him and walked out of the room.

“You know, Rishid?' Malik said before leaving completely. “You really are nothing but a pathetic waste of space….” And then, he was gone.

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Where was he?

Rishid stumbled down the street with scarcely any direction in mind… In fact, there was just about nothing in Rishid's mind. It was all rambled thoughts and memories coming back in little bits and pieces. The road/street ahead of him swayed perilously in his sight, making it even more difficult to walk straight. Holding his injured shoulder, he let his body lean against a post, catching his breath, and then slowly continuing on his uncharted journey.

He didn't know what he was supposed to do. Go to a hospital? Return to his job? All he wanted to do was lay down and rest, but that was nearly impossible. He had to obey Malik… Abruptly, rain started to fall again, but this time, slowly with more water. Rishid looked up dully and saw the sky turning a dark grey-black. He didn't care this time… It didn't matter…

Stopping for a second time, leaning on a lamp post, he tried to catch his breath. His body was bruised, he knew, but he was more concerned about his shoulder. He was pretty much unable to move his arm, making it stiff. He didn't know if he would ever be able to move it…

Suddenly, he smelled something familiar… Something calming and kindly. Looking around, he realized that he was across the road from the very bar that he had fallen asleep in. For some reason, he felt angry, almost furious with rage. This was the place that got him into trouble with Master Malik… But it was still a nice place… with nice people… and a nice woman…

He didn't know how he had crossed the street, but he had gotten to the other side in seemingly no time. He pushed open the door to the café with a trembling hand, which was covered in fresh blood from his shoulder. Once again, there were very few people inside, making the atmosphere peaceful. He painfully made his way to the very spot he had sat in the night before and caught his breath.

“Rishi-kun?”

With dull, glazed eyes he looked up to see the concerned face of Jin. He almost wanted to smile at her and tell her how happy he was to see her…

“What… happened to you? Your eye…” She leaned over the counter a little and touched Rishid's bruised eye with delicate creamy-white fingers.

“I…” Rishid croaked quietly. “I…got into a fight…”

“H-how? What did you—“ She suddenly gasped loudly, covering her mouth in shocked surprise. “Rishi-kun!! Y…You're bleeding!!”

Rishid looked at his hands. They were completely covered in black-red blood, which dripped onto the counter.

“I… got stabbed…shoulder…” He didn't have much time to react, because the next thing he knew, his vision swam and with a quiet groan, he let the darkness envelope him in its comforting embrace.

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Me: Yay. Chapter 2. Poor Rishi-kun. =( Lol. Oh well. Enjoy and Chapter 3 will come up soon.

Rishid: Yay… TT__TT