Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Curse ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Title: The Curse

Chapter: Prologue

Author: Madyamisam

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: S/J

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Disclaimer: Do I ~look~ like a manga artist who owns the rights to a bishi infested Japanese comic/cartoon? Well? I do? O__O Well I'm not! I don't own anything.

Summary: Jounouchi Katsuya comes to work, under a new name, as a caretaker for rich billionaire Seto Kaiba only to find out a sinister plot around the house of his new employer.

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“Hold it right there, drop the weapon!” the detective shouted at the stranger dragging in the corpse of the infamous drug leader Hiwatari Usaki, a man whom she had been chasing for three long years with no leads, into the police station with one hand whilst holding a bloodied semi-automatic in the other. A gruesome trail of crimson lay behind the young teen as he stumbled in with the body. All the police officers trained their guns at the newcomer, hiding their disgust at the state of the boy.

“Detective Segawa?” the stranger croaked, raising his head to meet the other`s gaze, his eyes; blank and lifeless whilst his entire body was covered head to toe in dirt as if he had been wallowing in the mud for several hours. Parts of his face were swollen and the bleeding jagged cuts on his arms and temple started to fester and five ugly finger shaped bruises were splayed across the teen's wrist. Large spatters of fresh blood from his kill painted his face and torso, droplets of it dripped from his tresses of his stained hair whilst his back was covered in shards of glass. Recognition and horror met the woman's face as the blood soaked teen let go of the dead man's tie. She further cringed as her gaze went towards the dried up white stain on the boy's pants that was still visible in spite of the layers of dirt on top of it and she could just about make out the wooden splinters painfully embedded underneath the nails of teen's fingers. “Didn't you get my messages?”

“I did just now,” the detective whispered as guilt and frustration welled inside her. She glared at the young officer who had passed her the information so flippantly. Her rage burned as she remembered how the man had passed it off as some of kind joke to her, mimicking the teen's cries in a taunting manner. Aware of his superior's fury, the said officer swallowed nervously whilst attempting to look professional in spite of the evident revulsion in his face and the shaking gun in his hands. “I went to find you as soon as I heard, I swear.”

“You said you'd help me whenever I called. You said you'd be there for me.”

“Yes, I did.” Segawa whispered as tears filled her eyes. The boy had been like a son to her for a long time. She loved his determination, his honesty and how he took everything that life dealt him in his stride and it broke her heart to see him so devastated and desperate.

“I did that. I called you. I called but y-… you never came like you promised” the conviction of betrayal was evident in the teen's voice. Segawa abandoned all protocol and walked slowly towards the trembling boy, her gun aiming towards the boy's shoulder in case he tried to use the semi-automatic.

“I know, I'm sorry I failed you,” the detective said as a single tear ran down her face. “I know it's a lot to ask but, please, will you trust me just one more time?” She was met with silence as the young teen thought about her request.

”I killed him.” The young man whispered casting his gaze towards the corpse. Segawa could tell the shot that killed the drug lord had been an impulsive one and at close range. Half of Hiwatari's head was blown off leaving a gaping hole where the man's left eye should have been. The other side of the man's was just as gruesome as the muscles were contorted to a look of surprise whilst a blank blue eye stared up at the ceiling. The detective knew this was most definitely an act of self-defence on the teen's part.

“I have a pretty good idea why, the courts won't hold you against that,”

“They won't have to,” the teen whispered staring at the weapon in his hand before slowly pressing the tip of the bloody barrel to his temple. The detective's heart stopped at what the boy was about to do.

“Katsuya please don't!” Segawa cried out, using the boy's given name out of impulse. She lowered her own gun and pocketed into the holster on her left side. Jounouchi Katsuya stared numbly at the woman as he listened to her reason, the tip of the weapon still pressed against head. “That bastard deserved a lot worse than death. He has destroyed so many innocent lives, killed so many people and has gotten away with it. Please Katsuya, don't let him win anymore. Don't add yourself to that body count.”

“What can I do now though?” Jounouchi whispered, his hand trembling slightly as tears escaped his eyes. Segawa heart ached for him as her mind wracked desperately to prevent him from committing suicide.

“A lot, you can do so much more if you live.” The detective answered holding out her hand. “Please, I beg you. I beg you to trust me one more time. Please give me the gun and let me help you.” Segawa stared pleadingly at the teen, the guilt, frustration and anguish evident in her eyes as she stared into blank and lifeless brown ones. However, Jounouchi finally relented and slowly he removed the gun away from his head and placed it in the woman's hands. The instant, the cold metal of the weapon touched her hand, relief swept over her and she smiled placing a loving hand on the boy's swollen cheek. The teen's legs began to buckle and he sunk to floor. Segawa instantly supported him trying not to cause further injury to the boy. She allowed him to rest on his side to avoid the glass being pushed further into his back whilst he used her lap as a pillow. Segawa stroked the bloodstained hair tenderly and glared at the one of the officers who came closer holding a pair of handcuffs.

“Fuck off!” she growled making her subordinates cringe and back away. “Somebody call a God damn ambulance!”