[fiction] So...umm...have some her0in!Kaiba/Yugi?
Err...my last post mentioned that I was hoping to finish up some outstanding fic, and then immicolia enabled me and this was the result. XD.
So...when we last left Our Heros (hee!), Yugi was hallucinating a rather s&m-ish Atemu. Er...but he's better now. Sorta. Maybe. NC-17 for mature themes (drug use, primarily). No sex in this part, however. Previous parts can be found here. And of course, I don't own the Y, the G, and the O.
Yugi later learns that his heart stopped beating at 4:54 P.M.
Apparently, just before he died, he did manage to call Kaiba, though he doesn’t remember it, and Kaiba had come over (through Yugi’s bedroom window, and really how cliché is that?).
Yugi doesn't know what he was like when Kaiba found him, but Kaiba obviously could see that it was more than time to call an ambulance.
Of course, it couldn’t end there. Kaiba and his mother had had a vicious fight right in front of the shop, and their words had been brutal enough to make the front page.
The nurse brings Yugi the morning paper along with breakfast, and since it’s before visiting hours, none of his friends can hide it from him.
“Scandals Once Again Rock Duel Monsters,” reads the front-page headline, above the fold no less, and the accompanying picture is of Kaiba making one of his overly dramatic hand gestures and of Yugi’s mother, mouth open and obviously screaming at Kaiba.
The first paragraph of the article mixes just enough truth with titillation to pass for journalism, and Yugi groans when he sees that not only has Kaiba been implicated but also Jounouchi, Honda, and (bizarrely enough) Bakura Ryou. And he knows that if the normal press is running with this the tabloids must be having a field day.
And then he feels like his heart’s stopped again when he reads the first sentence of the second paragraph.
It’s a quote from Kaiba.
And Yugi can imagine how it actually sounded. How Kaiba’s voice would be tight with impatience as he responded to Yugi’s mother’s accusations with: “Your son is dying, and your biggest concern is whether or not I’ve been intimate with him?”
Although, Yugi’s pretty sure Kaiba didn’t say anything nearly as polite as “intimate,” but there are some words that just can’t be recorded in the newspapers.
The article continues with the facts: how Mutou Yugi was taken to the local hospital, how he was revivied, how Kaiba Seto refused to respond to any inquiries about his alleged relationship with Mutou Yugi. Then it recited the usual facts about heroin use among the disaffected youth, ending with a bit of anti-Duel Monsters propaganda, letting in some quotes from the spokesman of some far-right religious advocate group, who smugly declared that this incident had confirmed what he had long believed: that Duel Monsters was responsible for drug addiction, homosexuality, and (probably) the current round of problems in the Middle East.
Yugi winds up throwing down the paper in disgust and attacks his breakfast for lack of anything else to do. He’s hooked up to an I.V., and he supposes he has it to thank for the fact he’s not doubled over in pain at the moment.
He tries to look attentive when the doctor bustles in with a stack of pamphlets and words like “treatment” and “therapy” and “the truth about heroin,” and it looks like he’s going to detox after all.
Bouquet after bouquet of flowers arrive for him and chocolates and hate mail, and Yugi feels so strange and disconnected from it all, and he knows it’s probably due to the drugs they’re pumping through his veins, but he feels he ought to feel something.
And then it’s visiting hours, and his mother is tearfully clinging to him, and Jounochi, Honda, and Anzu are standing awkwardly in the background. Otogi, Bakura, and even Mai (and where has she been this whole year?) are there, but Kaiba (of course) isn’t.
They don’t overwhelm him with questions. They don’t push. They don’t say anything about the papers.
In fact, they don’t say much of anything, other than they’re so thankful and relieved that he’s okay, and whatever he needs, they’ll give him. They’ll stand by him because they love him.
But deep down, he can sense their disappointment. Their shame. Their hurt.
Because, after all, he called Kaiba instead of them. Because Kaiba - unlike them - had his priorities straight (even if Kaiba himself isn’t). And because, now, they’re indebted to Kaiba.
They eventually leave, saying they know they’re wearing him out, but they’ll be back tomorrow, and maybe Yugi will feel up to playing a quick old-fashioned game of Duel Monsters with Jounouchi-kun?
And then the nurse bustles in with food and tests to conduct, and Yugi amuses himself by tracing the contours of the room with his eyes.
He must have dosed off for a second because someone has turned the lights off in his room, and the machines he’s hooked up to are quiet now.
And there’s the smell of cigarettes, and someone is sitting on the end of his bed.
“You fool,” Kaiba tells him.
Yugi doesn’t bother asking how Kaiba got in here: money talks, even from those currently on the bad end of publicity.
“I feel weird,” he confesses.
“They’ve got you on a morphine pump,” Kaiba informs him. “But they’re starting you on methadone tomorrow, so you’ll start feeling better.”
“H-how - ?”
“I asked, Yugi,” Kaiba says with a shake of his head. “Honestly, I don’t know what’s worse for a hospital: you being so clueless or your friends being so stupid.”
“My friends aren’t stupid,” Yugi says automatically.
“That idiot actually asked the doctor if your heart stopping would really be that bad,” Kaiba drawls. “Because, according to him, they do transplants for that sort of thing now.”
Kaiba’s obviously more tired than he’s letting or else he would’ve used another anecdote to despair of J’s intelligence. Because Kaiba’s just revealed that he was in the waiting room along with the rest of them.
Yugi knows he should be making a pretty important connection here, but his neurons refuse to fire, and so he just stares at Kaiba.
“He wanted to punish me,” he says instead. “But you brought me back.”
“You had so much junk in your system, you wouldn’t know what was going on,” Kaiba counters. “And you could never really tell fantasy from reality very well in the first place.
“And hell, you’re high as a kite, and I’m expecting you to be rational.” Kaiba says, almost to himself. He rises off of the bed.
“Don’t go,” Yugi begs.
“I didn’t pay them for the whole night,” Kaiba tells him. “And you need to sleep.” But he leaves an offering in the form of Yugi’s deck before he leaves. “For when you feel more like yourself.”
The deck’s still there in the morning, proving to Yugi that Kaiba really was there last night. And Kaiba’s right: they take him off the pump and put him on methadone, and he starts to feel more like himself.
If he even knows what feeling like himself is.
Because he’s back to smiling and laughing to his friends and lying to his mother and waiting for the hours to crawl by until he can have -
But he doesn’t need the heroin anymore. The doctors explained it to him, in small words because Jounouchi was in the room.
So that must mean he needs Kaiba.
So...when we last left Our Heros (hee!), Yugi was hallucinating a rather s&m-ish Atemu. Er...but he's better now. Sorta. Maybe. NC-17 for mature themes (drug use, primarily). No sex in this part, however. Previous parts can be found here. And of course, I don't own the Y, the G, and the O.
Yugi later learns that his heart stopped beating at 4:54 P.M.
Apparently, just before he died, he did manage to call Kaiba, though he doesn’t remember it, and Kaiba had come over (through Yugi’s bedroom window, and really how cliché is that?).
Yugi doesn't know what he was like when Kaiba found him, but Kaiba obviously could see that it was more than time to call an ambulance.
Of course, it couldn’t end there. Kaiba and his mother had had a vicious fight right in front of the shop, and their words had been brutal enough to make the front page.
The nurse brings Yugi the morning paper along with breakfast, and since it’s before visiting hours, none of his friends can hide it from him.
“Scandals Once Again Rock Duel Monsters,” reads the front-page headline, above the fold no less, and the accompanying picture is of Kaiba making one of his overly dramatic hand gestures and of Yugi’s mother, mouth open and obviously screaming at Kaiba.
The first paragraph of the article mixes just enough truth with titillation to pass for journalism, and Yugi groans when he sees that not only has Kaiba been implicated but also Jounouchi, Honda, and (bizarrely enough) Bakura Ryou. And he knows that if the normal press is running with this the tabloids must be having a field day.
And then he feels like his heart’s stopped again when he reads the first sentence of the second paragraph.
It’s a quote from Kaiba.
And Yugi can imagine how it actually sounded. How Kaiba’s voice would be tight with impatience as he responded to Yugi’s mother’s accusations with: “Your son is dying, and your biggest concern is whether or not I’ve been intimate with him?”
Although, Yugi’s pretty sure Kaiba didn’t say anything nearly as polite as “intimate,” but there are some words that just can’t be recorded in the newspapers.
The article continues with the facts: how Mutou Yugi was taken to the local hospital, how he was revivied, how Kaiba Seto refused to respond to any inquiries about his alleged relationship with Mutou Yugi. Then it recited the usual facts about heroin use among the disaffected youth, ending with a bit of anti-Duel Monsters propaganda, letting in some quotes from the spokesman of some far-right religious advocate group, who smugly declared that this incident had confirmed what he had long believed: that Duel Monsters was responsible for drug addiction, homosexuality, and (probably) the current round of problems in the Middle East.
Yugi winds up throwing down the paper in disgust and attacks his breakfast for lack of anything else to do. He’s hooked up to an I.V., and he supposes he has it to thank for the fact he’s not doubled over in pain at the moment.
He tries to look attentive when the doctor bustles in with a stack of pamphlets and words like “treatment” and “therapy” and “the truth about heroin,” and it looks like he’s going to detox after all.
Bouquet after bouquet of flowers arrive for him and chocolates and hate mail, and Yugi feels so strange and disconnected from it all, and he knows it’s probably due to the drugs they’re pumping through his veins, but he feels he ought to feel something.
And then it’s visiting hours, and his mother is tearfully clinging to him, and Jounochi, Honda, and Anzu are standing awkwardly in the background. Otogi, Bakura, and even Mai (and where has she been this whole year?) are there, but Kaiba (of course) isn’t.
They don’t overwhelm him with questions. They don’t push. They don’t say anything about the papers.
In fact, they don’t say much of anything, other than they’re so thankful and relieved that he’s okay, and whatever he needs, they’ll give him. They’ll stand by him because they love him.
But deep down, he can sense their disappointment. Their shame. Their hurt.
Because, after all, he called Kaiba instead of them. Because Kaiba - unlike them - had his priorities straight (even if Kaiba himself isn’t). And because, now, they’re indebted to Kaiba.
They eventually leave, saying they know they’re wearing him out, but they’ll be back tomorrow, and maybe Yugi will feel up to playing a quick old-fashioned game of Duel Monsters with Jounouchi-kun?
And then the nurse bustles in with food and tests to conduct, and Yugi amuses himself by tracing the contours of the room with his eyes.
He must have dosed off for a second because someone has turned the lights off in his room, and the machines he’s hooked up to are quiet now.
And there’s the smell of cigarettes, and someone is sitting on the end of his bed.
“You fool,” Kaiba tells him.
Yugi doesn’t bother asking how Kaiba got in here: money talks, even from those currently on the bad end of publicity.
“I feel weird,” he confesses.
“They’ve got you on a morphine pump,” Kaiba informs him. “But they’re starting you on methadone tomorrow, so you’ll start feeling better.”
“H-how - ?”
“I asked, Yugi,” Kaiba says with a shake of his head. “Honestly, I don’t know what’s worse for a hospital: you being so clueless or your friends being so stupid.”
“My friends aren’t stupid,” Yugi says automatically.
“That idiot actually asked the doctor if your heart stopping would really be that bad,” Kaiba drawls. “Because, according to him, they do transplants for that sort of thing now.”
Kaiba’s obviously more tired than he’s letting or else he would’ve used another anecdote to despair of J’s intelligence. Because Kaiba’s just revealed that he was in the waiting room along with the rest of them.
Yugi knows he should be making a pretty important connection here, but his neurons refuse to fire, and so he just stares at Kaiba.
“He wanted to punish me,” he says instead. “But you brought me back.”
“You had so much junk in your system, you wouldn’t know what was going on,” Kaiba counters. “And you could never really tell fantasy from reality very well in the first place.
“And hell, you’re high as a kite, and I’m expecting you to be rational.” Kaiba says, almost to himself. He rises off of the bed.
“Don’t go,” Yugi begs.
“I didn’t pay them for the whole night,” Kaiba tells him. “And you need to sleep.” But he leaves an offering in the form of Yugi’s deck before he leaves. “For when you feel more like yourself.”
The deck’s still there in the morning, proving to Yugi that Kaiba really was there last night. And Kaiba’s right: they take him off the pump and put him on methadone, and he starts to feel more like himself.
If he even knows what feeling like himself is.
Because he’s back to smiling and laughing to his friends and lying to his mother and waiting for the hours to crawl by until he can have -
But he doesn’t need the heroin anymore. The doctors explained it to him, in small words because Jounouchi was in the room.
So that must mean he needs Kaiba.