Adult-FanFiction.org : Yu-Gi-OH

Dissolution	By : DancingKirby Category: Yu-Gi-Oh 5D > General Views: 756 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, and I am not making any money from this fanfic.

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
- 4
The following year was the best that any of them could remember experiencing. Oh, it wasn't perfect, of course...they had their share of disagreements over how to best approach situations. For example, Crow might voice exasperation at always having to be the "bait," or they would all have different opinions on how long to hold a stakeout before making a move. Sometimes their arguments even grew physical. However, they knew they couldn't afford to stay mad at each other for long, and in the end everything always seemed to turn out all right.
To Crow's surprise, despite Jack's earlier hesitation he ended up applying himself wholeheartedly to this cause. Kiryu thrived in his job as leader; he never seemed to run out of enthusiasm. Yusei was like the glue that held them all together. More often than not, he'd be the one to break up the arguments. And as for Crow himself...well, he was just happy to have the chance to improve life in this dump a bit.
Their life wasn't exciting all the time, though. During the day, their lives were much the same as they had been before. They spent a lot of time doing various odd jobs for whatever people were willing to pay them. Kiryu was adamant that all team funds must be obtained legally. Crow spent most of his spare time with the handful of kids under his care. Sometimes, he also helped Pearson with his much larger group.
Things had been going along like this for several months when they got a major scare. Shortly after New Year's, Satellite had an outbreak of the flu, and all four boys got sick. Crow, Yusei and Jack were mostly better after a week or so, but Kiryu recovered at an agonizingly slow pace. Days turned into weeks, and Kiryu remained bedridden and feverish. Dr. Schmidt had his hands full with sick people already, so all that could be done was to put team activities on hiatus and hope for the best.
In the end, though his life never seemed to be in immediate danger, Kiryu kept to his bed for nearly a month, and took several weeks after that to fully recover. But even after that, something about him seemed...off. He'd never been one to lose his temper easily, but now he snapped at the other boys over every little thing. At first this was easily explainable...anyone would get a bit grumpy when recovering from such a long illness. So Yusei, Crow, and Jack decided to try to cheer Kiryu up again. His seventeenth birthday was in late February, so they began a lookout for an extra-special gift.
This was quite a significant gesture on their part, since birthday celebrations of any kind were virtually unheard-of in Satellite. Crow had turned fourteen that past October, Yusei had turned fifteen two months later, and both of them had gone about their day just as always. One time, on a rare night when Crow's minuscule TV had decent reception, the four of them had seen a birthday party scene in a commercial. They were rolling on the floor laughing at the ostentatious display for about ten minutes, long after the commercial break was over. So this year Kiryu was going to get the surprise of a lifetime.
Crow couldn't believe his eyes at first when he made his discovery in the junkyard, and neither could Yusei and Jack when he dragged it home. It was like the trash gods had sent this down just for them. Proudly perched on top of a rusty car frame was an old sewing machine. Kiryu had expressed his longing for such a device many times.
Of course, it wasn't quite in perfect condition. Most of its parts had been long since stripped by foragers. Crow was more than a bit annoyed by this, but he had to admit that he would have done the same thing if he'd been in their place. Their only option was to make replacement parts themselves. Martha had a sewing machine of her own that they used for reference. It was a different brand than theirs, but it still gave them a fairly good idea of the size and shape of the parts.
All three boys worked on the refurbishment...Jack hardly complained about it at all. They found scrap metal, melted it down, and poured it into the molds of their own design. It was a wonder no one got serious injuries from the molten metal...and that Kiryu didn't barge in on them in the middle of the process. He had a habit of dropping in unexpectedly, and they wouldn't have been able to hide their project in time if he had done this.
It was an exciting moment when they could finally put a foot on the pedal and hear the machine run. It didn't always work completely smoothly, though. Sometimes it got stuck, and to get it unstuck one had to lift it a couple of inches off the table and drop it back down. Overall, however, it was much more efficient and faster than sewing by hand. If Kiryu was able to do more mending, it would benefit them all, since it meant more money for their treasury. But even if this hadn't been the case, it would still have been worth it simply because of Kiryu's reaction.
They'd brought Kiryu to Crow's place under the pretext of discussing new leads on the latest gang they were tracking down. Kiryu seemed apprehensive about this...probably because he was usually the one to initiate team meetings...but he went with them anyway.
When they'd reached the house, they made Kiryu sit down and put on a blindfold. Now he was getting quite a bit freaked out.
"What the hell IS all this about, anyway?" he said as he darted his head back and forth. It was as they'd hoped...the thought of this being related to his birthday didn't even seem to be crossing his mind.
They had practiced the next part of the plan many times, to make sure that their coordination was perfectly-timed. Yusei brought the sewing machine, which was draped with a cloth, out from the back room. Then Jack, who had snuck behind Kiryu, removed the blindfold. They gave Kiryu the briefest of instants to adjust his vision, then Crow dramatically pulled the cloth off the machine with a loud "SURPRISE!"
Kiryu let out a quite girly-sounding shriek. If it had been any other time, they would have teased him about it endlessly.
"Is that...for me?" he breathed.
"No, it's for Yusei. We were just messing with you," Jack said in a deadpan voice. He paused a beat, then added, "Of course it's for you, idiot!"
Kiryu just sat there stunned. Then he said, "You guys are just...so fucking AWESOME! Now come here!"
He spread out his arms, and they all ran over and had a group hug. When they broke apart, Yusei said in a somber voice, "We're extremely sorry, but we couldn't get any of that fancy paper to wrap it in."
They all howled in laughter at this, as much over the fact that Yusei told an actual joke than over the joke itself. And maybe, just maybe, they were laughing in relief that the old Kiryu was back.

Crow struggled to stay awake. This had to be their most boring stakeout yet. He and Kiryu were paired together, and Jack and Yusei were watching another location. They almost always did it this way since Yusei was the only one of them that Jack could get along with for extended periods of time. Currently, the two of them were sitting on the roof of an old warehouse so they could have a better view. It was a good idea, except that there was nothing to actually see today.
He felt his head start to nod, only to be snapped back to full awakeness by Kiryu's voice.
"Crow?"
"Yeah?" Great, Crow thought. Now he was going to get a scolding for being lazy.
"Have you ever been in love?"
All Crow could do was stare at Kiryu stupidly. What sort of question was that? Crow didn't think that love of that kind even existed in Satellite. It seemed more like a rich-people thing.
Kiryu chuckled.
"Yeah, that was a dumb question; of course you haven't. Okay, how about: have you ever really wanted to have sex with someone, but couldn't?"
Crow supposed he knew slightly more about that stuff. He'd finally started to go through puberty properly around his fourteenth birthday (and was very thankful that Jack couldn't mock his high-pitched boy voice anymore), so he did get some vague urges every now and then.
Plus, he was living with three other guys all around the same age, and by now everyone on the team had either walked in on, or been walked in on by, someone during a very inconvenient moment. It was an unspoken rule that no one was allowed to make fun of anyone else's occasions of being busted, since they were all experiencing the same stuff.
So yeah, Crow knew about all that. But he still couldn't fathom wanting to have sex with an actual person. He was pretty sure that Pearson and Bolger did...things...sometimes, but thinking about doing it himself with anyone-male or female-made Crow's stomach turn. He thought that his experiences as a young kid had messed up the part of his brain that would have normally wanted to do that stuff. And he'd assumed that Kiryu had felt the same way.
"No, can't say I have," he ultimately replied.
"You're lucky, then," sighed Kiryu.
Well, this was never a conversation that Crow had expected to have. True, Kiryu would often say very random things, but it had always been when he was excited and/or joking. Now, he looked almost...depressed.
And had he always had those dark circles under his eyes, or was that just the effect of the sun going down? Now that Crow was looking carefully, Kiryu's cheekbones also looked quite a bit sharper than they had before his bout with the flu.
"You feeling all right?" he asked, "You look a bit thin."
He hadn't meant any harm, but the way Kiryu reacted one would think Crow had asked about his bathroom habits.
"Yeah, well, it ain't easy gaining weight back in this place. So how about you mind your own damn business?" he snapped.
Crow recoiled and held up his hands in surrender.
"Okay, okay, sheesh! No need to bite my head off or nothing!"
After that, they resumed the quiet tedium of watching the street.
It really wasn't like Kiryu at all to act this defensive. Maybe the boredom had gotten to him too; that was probably it. Or maybe something deeper was bothering him. Whatever it was, he'd get over it.
There were no further incidents, and Crow pushed the episode to the back of his mind. Shortly after this, they finally managed to bust all the gangs in that last tricky sector. In just under a year, they had reached their goal. The feeling of elation lasted for several weeks. But Kiryu insisted that the work wasn't over...they still had to be vigilant about keeping things orderly. And this was when the problems began in earnest.

The first incident happened in July. Satellite was in the grip of an intense heat wave, and it had been very difficult for the boys to get comfortable enough to fall asleep. Of course, they had no air conditioning, so they had all been forced to strip down to their underwear and spread their bodies out to occupy as much surface area as possible.
Just when Crow had finally dozed off, he, Yusei, and Jack were rudely awakened.
"All right people, time to get up! We have work to do!" yelled Kiryu as he shined a flashlight into their faces.
Crow and Yusei were still mostly asleep and couldn't move, but Jack managed to shield his face with his arm.
"Wha' the hell you talkin' about?" he yawned.
"I was just out around town and I saw drug dealers out there!" Kiryu shouted. "Now come on, are we taking them down or what?"
Crow sat up and squinted. Kiryu was in the same state of undress as the rest of them. Wait...so he had gone outside in his underwear? No, now was probably not the best time to ponder that.
In the mean time, Yusei had finally found a light switch and flipped it on.
"Yesterday, you said we could have the day off because of the heat," he pointed out in a voice that sounded much more patient than Crow felt.
"NO! No days off! I changed my mind! Do you think that the criminals are going to take a day off, you pussies?"
"Well, I'm not going to give myself heatstroke!" Jack snarled, "Those drug dealers were there before, and they'll be there later! Now go back to sleep before I have to help you along with my fist!"
"Hey, I'm not liking your attitude," Kiryu warned. He drew closer to Jack, who recoiled in disgust.
"Kiryu, what the fuck is that on your chest? That's nasty."
Kiryu looked down.
"I dunno...bug bite, maybe? Those damn mosquitoes are everywhere."
"That don't look like no mosquito bite to me...maybe you should have Dr. Schmidt look at that," Crow chimed in. He'd been about to assume that Jack was overreacting again, but that reddish-purple spot did look bizarre, especially against Kiryu's pale skin.
"It's fine. Now stop changing the subject!" Kiryu spat. He winced slightly, and probed his mouth with his tongue like he was looking for a sore tooth.
"And you look a bit flushed," Yusei added, "Are you sick again?"
"I'm sure..." Kiryu began, only to get cut off by Yusei walking over and feeling his forehead. Was it just Crow's imagination, or did Kiryu turn even pinker?
"Well,"Yusei finally decided, "You might have a fever, but it's hard to tell with this weather."
It took Kiryu a few seconds to recollect his thoughts, but when he did, it was clear that his mind was still set.
"G-great. Fine. Now is this Team Satisfaction or nursing school? Get your asses out of bed!"
Jack deliberately lay back down and put his pillow over his head, but Yusei shot him and Crow a pointed look.
"Okay, then, go get dressed and give us a few minutes to get ready," he told Kiryu.
Crow's "WHAT?" mingled with Jack's "You're kidding!"
Kiryu, on the other hand, beamed.
"See you guys, Yusei knows his priorities!" he sang. Then he merrily stepped out of the room.
Once he was gone, Yusei turned to address the other two, who were glowering mutinously.
"Now I know that this is a bit...extreme," he said, "But I think Kiryu knows what he's doing. He hasn't often been wrong before, has he? So let's just go along with what he wants to do."
Well, it didn't look like they had much choice in the matter. Yusei was like the unofficial vice-president, and he didn't get that way for nothing. Usually he had good judgment.

From there on out, things only got worse. Kiryu worked them all like dogs every day. He even frowned upon them taking meal breaks for any longer than the time it took to hurriedly gulp down a serving of noodles. When they needed a bathroom stop, they either had to hold it or go in an alley, with Kiryu watching to make sure there was no dawdling. They went to bed each night not knowing whether they'd be allowed to sleep all the way through it.
And yet, Yusei continued to insist that this would all improve the city in the long run. Crow started to wonder whether he actually thought that, or whether he was trying to shield Kiryu from their growing discontent. Kiryu had become so obsessed with all this that he had a permanently unhealthy look about him. They didn't like to think what would happen if something really bad happened.
When had it become the case that they were the ones taking care of Kiryu, and not the other way around?
Crow soon realized that it wasn't going to be a matter of if, but when.
"Okay, guys, F sector tonight!" Kiryu said one evening in late August. He looked expectantly at them as if waiting for them to jump in joy, but all Crow wanted was to go to bed. They'd barely gotten any sleep at all last night, and Crow felt like he was running on fumes.
Kiryu had made it sound like there was some huge mob, but it was just two guys. The older of the two didn't look to be much more than their age.
"Hey, we was just lookin' for food! We don't want to fight!" he pleaded, but Kiryu would hear none of it.
"Get him, Yusei!" he commanded. Yusei obediently ran after the poor sap.
"You do the other one, Crow!" Kiryu ordered next. Crow had to clamp down an urge to roll his eyes. Why didn't Kiryu ever do it himself anymore?
As he set off, he heard Jack complain, "What am I supposed to do...be a cheerleader?"
Cornering this guy was pathetically easy. He was all ready to take this person out as quickly and painlessly as possible when the gang member lifted his head and...oh shit, that was just a little kid! No older than Crow had been when he met Kiryu. He remembered what Kiryu had said that night:
"Kids here really only have two choices...join a gang or become a whore. Why won't anyone do anything?"
He had thought that they were doing something. Had they really strayed that far from their goal? The poor boy was just trying to live a life where he didn't get fucked up the ass every night...and now that was wrong?
"Go home. Leave!" snapped Crow, trying not to show his inner upheaval. He turned and rammed his fist against the first hard surface he could find, trying to block out the memories that had been triggered.
A little boy, hardly more than a baby, cold and hungry and scared...he'd trustingly followed the man who'd offered him food...
"Why is this so meaningless?" screamed Crow. For once, Yusei, who had already finished his duel, had nothing to say in defense of Kiryu.
After the boy had finished his bowl of soup, the man said, "Since I did something for you, you should do something in return. Don't you think that's fair?"
He heard a sound and looked back to see Kiryu sneering triumphantly down at the kid, and raising his boot to stomp him in the head...
The boy had cried and screamed for help and vomited up all he had just eaten, but if anyone had heard they didn't care...
"STOP!" Crow shouted as he tacked Kiryu, but it might as well have also been directed at the ghosts from his past.
Kiryu howled in rage at the fact that Crow had let his prey escape. Crow was caught off-guard by the heavy hit to his stomach, but it felt like nothing compared to his mental anguish. Jack appeared seemingly out of nowhere and held Kiryu back, and Yusei similarly restrained Crow.
As Crow demanded that Yusei let him go, anger and hurt welled up in him so strongly that he felt like he was choking on it. How could Kiryu have betrayed him on so many levels...and how could Yusei just go along with it?
"That's it, I can't take this anymore!" he gasped out, "Dueling is supposed to be about fun. This is just...messed-up! I'm leaving!"
He walked away as calmly as he could under the circumstances, ignoring Kiryu calling after him. After a few seconds, he heard someone else join him...Jack. He could only begin to guess at what his reasons were for leaving.
As they walked in silence, Crow started to wonder where he'd go now. He wasn't about to spend the night commiserating with Jack, and going back to his own place tonight would be too painful. As far as he could see, that left only one reasonable option.

"Yo! No slamming the door, please!" Pearson shouted from across the warehouse as Crow stormed in. The kids all looked up from their board game at the sudden noise.
Crow defiantly reopened the door and slammed it again even louder, just to show that he could.
Pearson ran over, saying calmly, "Now Crow, if you can't follow the rules, then I'll have to ask you to leave. I really don't think it's that difficult..." He trailed off as he saw the expression on Crow's face.
"What happened?" he asked in a gentle voice. But this only made Crow feel worse.
"I'll tell you what happened...Kiryu is a lying sack of shit and I'm never ever speaking to him again! EVER!"
"Hey, watch the language, the kids are right there," cautioned Pearson. Then he reasoned, "Well, I'm sure that it's not as bad as it seems now. This will probably all blow over in time, right?"
"It won't. And I don't want to talk about it anymore," Crow grumbled.
"Okay then. If you need some time to yourself, that's cool. You can set up camp by that wall...I think that spot's low-traffic. Oh, and we just had dinner and there's just enough food left for you...want some?"
"No."
"Well, I'd be happier if you'd eat something...but I'll let you have some quiet time now."
For the next several hours, Crow sat on an old blanket staring at the wall. He could hear Pearson murmuring something to the kids, and it was pretty obvious he was telling them to not bother Crow. He probably thought that Crow and Kiryu had had a lover's spat or something along those lines.
Crow didn't move even after all the kids had been put to bed. After they were all settled, Pearson walked over to check on Crow, but the latter refused to even look at him. After a few minutes, Pearson sighed and went to bed himself. The total darkness was soothing, and at some point Crow finally lay down and slept himself.
- 2
- 3
- 4
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Dissolution