Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Oblivion Club ❯ The Oblivion Club : Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

The Oblivion Club

By Shi-koi

Author's Note: Single slashes i.e. / are Yugi's thoughts to Yami, and double slashes i.e. // are Yami's thoughts to Yugi. Italics are the characters personal thoughts.

Content: This is an AU. (See warnings)

Warnings: Contains character unpleasantness, torture, light BDSM, bad language and Yaoi. There are things in this story that people may find disturbing. Things I do not approve of in real life. Read at your own peril. I wrote this during a very bad time in my life. So some major venting on the characters. Hopefully not too much though. I really do like them. May have some fluffy bits.

Pairings: Yami/Yugi, Jounouchi/Yugi, Jounouchi/Yami/Yugi, Kaiba/Yugi, Kaiba/Yami/Yugi, Kaiba/Yami/Yugi/Jounouchi.

Rating: R

Disclaimer: Nothing of Yu-Gi-Oh is mine. The song words are from 'Kryptonite', don't know who sings or owns it. Again, not mine...the only thing of mine is the plot.

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It was that time again. He had lasted almost a month this time, not through his own choice but through circumstance. The petite, spiky-haired youth looked up at the darkly glowing silver sign. 'Oblivion'. Large violet eyes filled with innocence and purity closed, when he opened them a minute later they also contained a desperate need. The overwhelming desire to taste the pleasures and pains that the Oblivion Club offered.

He stepped inside.

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Well I took a walk around the world to ease my troubled mind,

I left my body lying somewhere in the sands of time,

It started before he had ever even seen the Millennium Puzzle. Before he even understood what it was that his body craved. And because he didn't know what he wanted, he didn't know how to find it....

"Hey you! The one with the weird hair! Yeah that's right, turn around." A sneering voice yelled.

The slender boy turned, his tri-coloured hair glinting in the early morning sun. The red tips sharp and bright around the black halo, golden bangs framing his small face. "I-I'm sorry. D-did y-you mean m-me?" The boy stammered. His violet eyes widened frightfully as he looked upwards into the cruel face of a man over twice his size.

Yugi gulped. The other was wearing the same navy blue uniform he had on. Although judging from his size he was in one of the later years.

"Hell yeah I meant you." His greasy black hair flopped into his eyes. He brushed it back impatiently and told the smaller boy. "You're new here, so we'll let you in on the rules." He pointed behind him, there were half a dozen unsavory youths lounging near the school entrance. "Unless you want hassle from us you've got to pay up for protection."

"P-pay? But I haven't got any money?" Yugi protested.

The man shrugged. "Oh well, guess we'll have to take it outta your hide."

"But that's not fair!" Yugi gasped, horrified.

"Tough kid, life ain't fair." With that they advanced on the violet eyed boy.

Yugi turned and fled, hoping to get inside the gates before they caught him. He made it. Barely.

"You can't hide from us, kid! We'll get you next time. And the payment just doubled!" The thug called out.

That first day set the tone of the next two years. His fourteenth birthday came and went, but there were no outward differences. His fifteenth birthday soon came round and still the slim youth was all alone. He found it hard to get the courage to make friends, and was picked on by most everyone bigger or older than him. He started to close in on himself, not going out for fear of what could happen He felt helpless and that scared him.

He craved control, but the only thing he had any control over was how he played his games, so he poured himself into them spending any time he had reviewing his weaknesses and strengths, practicing every move and strategy ever recorded. His grampa helped. He was concerned about his grandson, but figured it was a phase, something the boy would grow out of once he made some friends.

Mid-way during his fifteenth year, Yugi did something amazing. He solved the golden puzzle his grampa had given him on his last birthday. He made a wish on it. Nothing was ever going to be the same again.

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The violet-eyed youth ran, gasping, heaving great big breaths into his small oxygen-starved body. He skidded to a halt and hid behind a corner. Pushing himself flat against the shadows.

He heard pounding footsteps.

"I know you're in there Yug! Come on out!" A heavily accented voice called out.

Yugi held his breath. The figure got closer, peering into the shadows. Suddenly he pounced.

"Ha!! Gotcha!" Then, with great dexterity the figure started to tickle the helpless smaller youth.

"Aaargh! Jounouchi-kun!! Stop! I give! I give!" The small boy shouted out between huge giggles.

"Cool!" The taller figure put Yugi down and they walked back into the sunlight. Yugi looked up and saw his blond-haired friend frown at him. "You know Yugi, it ain't healthy for you to spend all your time at the Game shop. I wish you'd come out more with us. We are your friends you know." Jou's warm chocolate eyes filled with worry.

Yugi sighed. He was so much smaller than his friends and he had hardly any self-confidence. The outside world scared him, made him feel helpless.

"I'm sorry Jounouchi. But at least I agreed to come out with you and Honda tonight didn't I?" Yugi asked.

Jou snorted at Yugi. "Only 'cause I had to tickle it outta you first."

"Where are we going anyway?" Yugi asked curiously.

Jounouchi stretched, his hands behind his head. "Figured we'd go see that new action flick Honda's so mad to see." The blond shrugged. "We could always go to the Dueling centre afterwards."

Now that Yugi didn't mind. He knew he was an outstanding duelist. His friends could never beat him. After all, his grampa had spent a lot of time teaching and helping him. All those nights when he'd had no friends had been spent in the company of his warm, kind grampa learning all the nuances, strategies and twists of the game.

Every time he dueled his mind went through everything he'd learned at breakneck speed, most of it instinctual now. Yeah, going to the dueling centre would be worth leaving the comfort of his grampa's company.

They got to the game shop.

"See ya in a couple of hours Yug! Bye!" Jou waved Yugi off at the door, shouting as he left.

Yugi grinned, he'd only known the blond teen for a few months, but they were becoming very good friends. He picked up his Millennium Puzzle from where it rested around his chest. When he had solved it he'd made a wish. To have the courage and strength to make true friends. My wish did come true after all. I'm making true friends.

Yugi thought briefly of the friends he'd made in the past half year. Jounouchi, Honda, Ryou and Anzu. Of them all he got on best with Jounouchi. The outgoing teen seemed to be able to draw him out of his shell effortlessly. He'd come a long way from picking on the smaller youth. Now he seemed to take pride in his role as protector of the violet-eyed boy. They're all the same. It's nice. I feel safer when they're around.

"Yugi? Is that you?" A low voice called out from the shop's interior.

Yugi opened the door fully and walked in. "Yes grampa, it's me." He gave his grampa a hug. Yugi took off his outer coat, hanging it up. "Is it okay for me to go out tonight with Jounouchi and Honda?"

"Course it is." Sugoroku smiled broadly at his treasured grandson. "You really should get out more often Yugi." He nodded his head. "I approve of your choice in friends. They'll take good care of you."

"Thanks Grampa." Yugi picked up his backpack and carried it upstairs. He took a shower and got ready.

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"Oh man, that was so cool!" Honda was fairly bouncing on his feet, arms waving as he re-enacted his favorite parts of the film. "And when he..did you see? Oh wow!!"

Jou slapped himself on the forehead. "Y'know Honda, It would help if you actually finished a sentence. 'Cause we ain't mindreaders."

Yugi giggled.

Honda smiled sheepishly. "Yeah....I s'pose. Sorry it's just...that was so..."

Jounouchi and Yugi exchanged identical grins. "Yeah."

"C'mon, if we hurry we can get to the duel centre before they stop doing food." Jou picked up his pace. It was nearing eight o' clock.

"They still do snacks you nimrod." Honda rolled his eyes.

"Ack! You call that food?" Jounouchi scowled. "Man you're sick." He thought for a second. "Doofus."

"What did you say?"

"Moron."

"Numbskull."

Yugi watched as the two teens traded insults. It always amazed him how they could be such good friends and yet argue constantly, for any reason.

They got to the dueling center, they warm golden light lit up the pavement through the large glass windows. Jounouchi held the door open for his friends. As they stepped inside, Yugi felt the familiar pinch of cold steel slide through his lungs, making it hard for him to breathe. He hid the reaction.

"Hey, whatcha waiting for Yug? Lets Duel!" Jou quickly chose a table and got his cards out, Honda pulled a chair up to watch.

Yugi swallowed, his palms sweating, his vision narrowed into two white tunnels. There were so many people here. It felt too crowded. He took a deep breath and sat down opposite his blond friend. Honda reached out his hand and Yugi passed him his coat, leaving him in his favorite dove grey t-shirt. Jou passed Honda his light green coat.

They started to play. Within twenty minutes he'd wiped out all of his friends lifepoints. Yet he'd barely focused on the game. He won a second game, then a third. His concentration never faltering. They soon grew an audience. Yugi never noticed. The cards were all that mattered. As long as he focused on the cards he didn't notice there were people around him.

After his fifth defeat Jounouchi stood up. Yugi shuffled his cards again.

"Hey, do you mind if I play him?" Jou looked round. The owner of the voice was slightly taller than his own 5ft 11", an attractive green-eyed youth with pale golden locks that fell artlessly around his handsome face. He oozed confidence. Immediately Jounouchi's hackles rose. He didn't like this guy.

"Uh, sorry, but we were about to leave. C'mon Yugi." Jou told him. Not even sorry in the slightest.

The youth looked at him, eyes narrowing. "I think I'll ask him myself." He leant over Yugi, frozen in his chair. "Well? Shall we Duel?" The sickly sweet voice drawled.

"I-I w-we, uh..." Yugi couldn't think. Not with the arrogant youth invading his personal space.

"Say yes." The youth whispered silkily.

Yugi gulped. "Yes." He squeaked.

Finally the youth sat down, away from Yugi's personal space. Jounouchi and Honda glared at the obnoxious teen. Anyone could see that Yugi was terrified of him.

They shuffled their cards, each splitting the other's deck.

They introduced themselves. Yugi wiped damp palms on his denim jeans. He knew it wouldn't show on the dark material. He picked up his first five cards. Within seconds he was back in his game space. Nothing could touch him here. He felt his other side reach up and meld with him.

"Ooooh, the silent type." Natsuti Asama, the green-eyed youth observed.

Honda and Jou scowled at him.

Yugi never noticed. The cards were everything. Nothing mattered. Only the Game. For every move Asama made Yugi had a counter move. Yugi was wiping the floor with the other duelist. The look in Asama's eyes slowly darkened in furious anger. He was being humiliated by this kid. He'd seen Yugi play Jou, but Jounouchi was such a bad player he figured Yugi would be only marginally better.

Asama snarled as Yugi wiped out his last defense, leaving his life points open to a direct attack. In moments it was all over. Asama snatched up his cards and put them away, glaring angrily at the detached youth who had just beat him before storming off. Yugi was still in his own world as he picked up his cards, shuffled them and put them away in their case. He tucked the case into his coat pocket.

Finally, the world came roaring back.

Yugi realised what he'd done. He'd beaten the other player, effortlessly. He smiled. Jounouchi and Honda started patting him on the back, congratulating him. Suddenly he felt sick. Nerves finally overloaded. Throwing his coat down on his seat Yugi excused himself and virtually ran to the mens room.

I can't believe it. I won that duel. I wasn't even nervous. Grampa will be proud. Yugi walked over to the sink and splashed cold water on his face. He held onto the sink for a moment, waiting until his stomach settled. Yugi breathed a sigh of relief. He pulled out some soft tissues from a box on the counter and dried his face. Yugi never heard the door open behind him. But he did hear the lock click.

Yugi spun around. Amythest eyes wide.

"You really shouldn't have done that." Asama leered at Yugi. He backed the slender youth up against the sink. The taller boy smirked as Yugi's eyes filled with fear. He trailed a finger down Yugi's cheek and over the smaller boy's lips. He leant forward, making Yugi arch back over the sink, trying to get away from him.

Without warning Asama threw a punch directly into Yugi's stomach, making him gasp in pain and shock, his body tried to double forward, coming in contact with the other youth. Asama pulled Yugi close, noting with satisfaction the tears which had filled his large violet eyes.

"Not so passive now huh?" He whispered cruelly into the helpless boy's ear. He pulled Yugi towards him and crushed his lips in a bruising kiss. Sliding his tongue in when Yugi tried to take in a deep breath to stop the pain. Yugi bit him. "Shit!!" Asama backhanded him, making Yugi hit the mirror behind him cracking it.. The Sennen Puzzle flew off to land on the floor.

Yugi spat out Asama's blood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"P-piss off!" Yugi stammered, not at all sure if it was wise.

He heard rustling. Pushing himself away from the mirror Yugi was about to turn around when the first lash hit him. He screamed. His body dropping to the floor, trying to curl up away from the torturous blows.

Asama rolled his leather belt back up and whipped it against the smaller youth. He lost all control, beating the smaller youth mercilessly. Drinking up the screams which tore themselves from Yugi's throat. As he bloodied the slim youth he heard noises coming from outside the door. Probably from the screams. Came the absent thought. He stopped and leant towards the motionless teen, pulling away his arms from where he'd held them, trying to protect himself.

Asama stroked himself through his trousers, seeing Yugi like that had pushed all his buttons. He rolled the youth over, noting his agonized groans when he was touched. His grey top was virtually shredded, bloodied trails making their way across his back and sides.

He smirked, he could hear frantic pounding on the door, someone demanding to be let in. Asama ignored it. He knew how secure that fire door was, and he could always get out through the emergency exit.

He reached down and started stroking the younger boy, knowing exactly what to do. He grinned evilly. He knew that by making the boy respond he would scar him emotionally and mentally as well as physically. Asama heard the bloodied boy take in a shuddering breath and release it in a pained gasp. He forced the boy to completion, enjoying the keening moan he made when he released.

Asama stood up again, he raised the belt again, bringing it down hard it against the chest of the sobbing youth on the floor, his throat too hoarse to scream. He stopped when he thought he heard something. Nope, he thought, they're still banging on the door, so I'm safe.

He didn't notice until a warm body came slamming up to him from the direction of the emergency exit. Asama growled in disbelief. The belt was torn from his hands and a second later a fist punched him out, cracking his head back against the tiled wall, knocking him out. He never saw the fury on the face of the blond haired youth or his friend.

"SHIT!!" Jounouchi unlocked the bathroom door, letting in the security team and screaming for an ambulance. Honda took off his tan trenchcoat and placed it beneath Yugi's head. Wincing as he took in all the cuts and bruises across the petite teen's body. His eyes caught sight of Yugi's beloved puzzle and picked it up, tucking it into his pocket for if...no when Yugi woke up.

Jounouchi came back in, tears streaming down his face. "C'mon buddy. It'll be alright." He raised a bloody hand and pushed a golden bang away from Yugi's bruised face. Both Honda and himself had done their best to break their way in, to no avail.

They heard as security cuffed the unconscious Asama, staring at him in disgust when they realised what he'd done to the pale bloody teen on the floor.

There were shocked gasps when the duelists in the doorway got a clear look at Yugi, lying comatose on the floor, blood pooling beneath him in thin rivulets. They recognised him from the duels earlier, everyone liking his quiet, unassuming nature when he dueled. There were a round of cold looks at the ebony-haired youth as the security detail dragged the unconscious Asama out, handcuffed.

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Tbc...

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