Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. If I did, Seto and Jou would be all over
each other, all the time. And I mean, -all- the time. *chuckles*
Warning: AU fic, male/male relationships. Possibly a lime in later chapters if I feel up to it.
Pairings: Seto/Jou, Yami/Yugi. Marik/Malik, Bakura/Ryou
A.N. Wha! Jay's meant to be here helping me with this! In other words, my first fanfic (that I'm uploading) and I would appreciate constructive comments if you care to give them. I -have- got a second chapter, which I think is considerably better then this one, and i might put that up later. Might. For now, just read this bit.
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You know those days where nothing goes right? The days where you fall out of bed, burn your breakfast and then find out you have nothing clean to wear? The days where the first thing you think is 'Uh oh, it's going to be one of those days.' We all have them every once in a while.
'Katsuya! Where the hell are you? Hiroto's made a break for it and we need you down at the bridge pronto. He'd headed in a-'
Yup, it was definitely going to be one of those days.
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The case had gone on longer then anybody expected, or really wanted. Honda Hiroto had only been a minor drug lord, no more then a dealer really, but it turned out he had more initiative then anybody planned on. He had led them all on a fine goose chase around the city before being cornered on a bridge in the north of town. Desperate to escape capture he jumped, plummeting the five hundred meters to the river below. A foolish move, he was killed on impact. Apparently he forgot that the river was notorious for its rocks.
'Brooding again Jou?'
The blond sighed silently before turning around and flashing his tri- coloured friend a goofy grin.
'Ya caught me Yugi,' he ruffled the shorter man's hair affectionately. 'I was just thinking over the case.'
'With good reason.' Ryou Bakura commented, making his way over to the large tinted window where the others stood. 'This case opened up several questions about how our system works. That someone like Hiroto was able to hide for so long.' He shook his head slightly, his silver-white hair bouncing around his shoulders. 'That shouldn't have been allowed to happen.' 'Neither should so many people have had to die.' whispered Yugi.
'Yugi, it couldn't have been helped.' Jou smiled sadly. 'Anzu made that choice, not you.' Anzu, Honda's woman, had been a close companion of Yugi's. She had been a friend of Yugi's family for years before she met Honda. Things had gone down from there.
'He has a point Yugi.' Ryou gave his friend a comforting hug. 'You didn't ask her to jump in front of the gun.'
Yugi gave them both a weak smile, before shrugging Ryou off and sitting back down at the table. Jou was about to go after him when the door at the far end of the room opened and a man who could have passed for Yugi's slightly taller twin strode confidently into the room, leaving the door to slam carelessly behind him.
'Alright everybody.' He dropped a cream manila folder onto the table as everyone else took their seats. 'I know our last job was slightly botched-'
'Botched would be an understatement Yami.' Ryou said softly. 'More like royally screwed if you ask me.' A new voice put in. A tanned man in his early twenties was leaning against the doorframe, peering out from under his blond bangs to give Yami a challenging look.
'You're late Malik.' Said Yami, irritably.
'Traffic.' Malik shrugged, as if that was all the explanation needed before sauntering into the room, swinging his chair backwards and plonking down on it next to Jou. Yami growled softly, before continuing.
'As I was saying, our last mission was slightly botched, but no matter. We still managed to bring Hiroto down, so technically it was a success.'
'Success?' Yugi repeated, his voice devoid of all emotion.
'Yes Yugi.' Yami said cheerfully, not picking up his mirror image's mood.
'Success?' Yugi repeated a little louder, before narrowing his amethyst eyes in a glare at Yami. 'How could you possibly call it a success?' he said softly, coldly.
'We brought him down Yugi.' Yami said, trying to calm the younger man. 'He can't hurt anyone anymore.'
'But what about the others?' Yugi yelled, taking everybody aback. Yugi hardly ever yelled. 'What about all the innocent people who we had to bring down with him?' Tears were starting to spill down Yugi's childlike face, making him seem even younger. Yami quickly moved around the table to where the younger man sat, picking him up easily and sitting him down on his lap.
'Hush Yugi.' He murmured into his lover's hair. 'You know that's not what I meant.'
'Well this is all fine for us to say,' Malik grumbled. 'But what are we going to tell the victims' families? How're we going to explain to them what happened?'
'How about the truth?' Jou said, breaking his brooding for a moment.
'You can't be serious.'
'I'm perfectly serious Malik.' Jou sighed, running a hand through his messy hair before resting his head in his hands. 'There's no point really in lying, they're bound to find out eventually what really happened.'
'He's right Malik.' Ryou cut in before Malik could resort. 'I think they would be angrier at us for lying to them then they would be for hearing the truth.'
'It's already been taken care of.'
All eyes returned to Yami, who was still cradling Yugi in his arms. 'I've taken care of the funeral money and explanations already.' He set Yugi back on his chair before retrieving his own.
'Then why the meeting?' huffed Malik. 'I have better things to be doing at this time of night, take sleeping for example.'
'No rest for the wicked Malik, we have a new case.'
'Already?' Ryou spoke up, 'Isn't it a little soon?'
'Usually it would be.' Yami opened the manila folder and skimmed a few of the sheets. 'But these orders come from high places, and what we're being offered isn't anything to sneeze at either.'
Malik sneezed. 'So what do we have to do?' inquired Yugi, ignoring Malik's over enthused display of blowing his nose. Yami made a face of disgust, before pushing the folder over to Yugi.
'Guards?' Jou, who had been reading over Yugi's shoulder, exclaimed in distaste. 'We're being lowered to mindless bodyguard jobs?'
Yami cleared his thought, silencing the sounds of outrage about to spill from both Jou and Malik.
'You didn't read the rest of the file Jou. We've been ordered to guard a wealthy computer programmer and businessman, one Seto Kaiba.
'Who?' Malik interrupted.
'I've heard of him.' offered Ryou. 'He's the CEO of Kaiba corp. You know, the company that makes the virtual reality Duel Monster games.'
'Turns out those games aren't the only thing he programs.' said Yami, successfully drawing attention back to himself. 'Turns out he's been tinkering with some dangerous software, software the government wants destroyed and quickly. We haven't been given the details, just the orders to guard him and his house until the programs are terminated.'
Jou looked puzzled. 'Shouldn't that take only a few minutes?'
'Apparently not.' retorted Malik, rubbing his hands together in glee. 'It would have already been done if it was as simple as that, must be some pretty complex programming.'
'Don't get any idea's about tinkering, Malik. You aren't coming.'
'What?'
'We only need four of us to go.' explained Yami. 'Malik, you and Marik will be staying here in case we need backup.'
'S'pose this means I won't get paid either.' Malik grumbled, fiddling with his earring. 'You'll get paid the amount of a backup, and the full amount if we call you in.' Yami reassured him.
'Yeah, whatever.' Malik stood, stretching. 'Sounds like a bit of a boring case to me. Most excitement you'll probably get is arse cramp. Now if you were going somewhere exotic, take France for example, then I might be ticked off.'
'Don't be so bitter Malik.' laughed Yugi, throwing a paper ball at the Egyptian. 'You and Marik will have a great time.'
Malik grinned wickedly. 'Oh yeah, we'll have fun, in more ways then one.' He sniggered at Yugi's blush.
'Yami?' Ryou was flicking through the folder again. 'This is all well and good, but where exactly does Kaiba live?'
Yami grinned, shooting a triumphant look at Malik.
'In France.'
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'Flight 1362 to Paris, France is boarding now at gate four. Would all passengers travelling on flight 1362 to Paris, France please go to gate four immediately.'
Jou winced slightly, rubbing his ears. For some reason those overhead speakers always made his eardrums sting. The same thing happened when more then three electrical appliances were on in the same room. For this reason Jou had tried to keep as few as possible in his house, often earning him the comment that he wasn't a very 'high tech' person. Jou preferred to keep it that way. No point having gadgets everywhere if they only made him uncomfortable. 'Jou! Wait up!'
Jou stopped in the middle of the corridor, causing a middle aged woman with far too much perfume on to crash straight into him.
'Would you watch where you're going?' she snapped, showing unnaturally white teeth.
'Erm, sorry ma'am.' Jou muttered, moving to one side. Scowling slightly he turned to the cause of the problem, Marik. Marik was standing beside him, looking as if he owned the place and wearing an outfit Jou was positive Malik had been wearing yesterday. Not that it would have made much difference, they shared everything from their looks to a bed.
'Marik, how the hell did you get past the metal detectors?' Jou eyed Marik's many belts, buckles and the strange gold dagger that he always kept strapped to his waist.
'You really don't want to know, and I don't have time to tell you.' Marik said, grinning psychotically. 'I'm just delivering your mail.'
'Mail?' Now Jou was really beginning to worry. 'Marik I don't have time for this.'
'I know.' Marik suddenly thrust a floppy disk into Jou's hand. 'So I won't mess about this time. This is what Malik and I looked up about Kaiba last night, Malik asked me to get it to you.' He looked up, suddenly smirking. 'Hope ya have a good time Katsuya, send me a postcard!' With that he sprinted off, upsetting a duty free stall along the way. Jou stood there, still staring at the spot Marik had been.
'I wish he wouldn't do that.' Jou muttered, before shoving the disk into his jumper pocket and entering the gate lounge.
'Jou!' As soon had Jou set foot in the lounge he was attacked by a little tri-coloured ball of energy, also known as Yugi Motou.
'Heya Yugi. Morning Yami, Ryou.' Jou managed to gasp out while trying to pry Yugi off his waist. 'Man, who fed him sugar?'
'Jou, you're late.'
'Yeah Yami I know. Jeez, what is it with you and punctuality anyway?' Jou managed to free himself from the aforementioned tri-coloured ball and flopped down onto a lounge sofa. 'I was just talking to Marik.'
'Marik?' Ryou frowned, thinking. 'How on earth did he get-'
'Through the metal detectors? I don't think we want to know.' Jou relaxed into the sofa, only to open his eyes and find Yami staring at him. 'What?'
'I just want to know why Marik was here Jou.'
'Well,' he hesitated, fingering the floppy disk in his pocket. 'He.he just came to say see ya from him and Malik. Said he couldn't find you guys and for me to pass the message on.' Yami stared at him for a moment more before relaxing, apparently buying Jou's story. Jou let out a breath he hadn't even known he'd been holding. It would be nice to know a little more about the person they were working for then Yami for a change.
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A.N. Heh, well yes, that's all for this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Comments are appreciated. I think I'll need to re-write these A.Ns later...
Warning: AU fic, male/male relationships. Possibly a lime in later chapters if I feel up to it.
Pairings: Seto/Jou, Yami/Yugi. Marik/Malik, Bakura/Ryou
A.N. Wha! Jay's meant to be here helping me with this! In other words, my first fanfic (that I'm uploading) and I would appreciate constructive comments if you care to give them. I -have- got a second chapter, which I think is considerably better then this one, and i might put that up later. Might. For now, just read this bit.
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You know those days where nothing goes right? The days where you fall out of bed, burn your breakfast and then find out you have nothing clean to wear? The days where the first thing you think is 'Uh oh, it's going to be one of those days.' We all have them every once in a while.
'Katsuya! Where the hell are you? Hiroto's made a break for it and we need you down at the bridge pronto. He'd headed in a-'
Yup, it was definitely going to be one of those days.
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The case had gone on longer then anybody expected, or really wanted. Honda Hiroto had only been a minor drug lord, no more then a dealer really, but it turned out he had more initiative then anybody planned on. He had led them all on a fine goose chase around the city before being cornered on a bridge in the north of town. Desperate to escape capture he jumped, plummeting the five hundred meters to the river below. A foolish move, he was killed on impact. Apparently he forgot that the river was notorious for its rocks.
'Brooding again Jou?'
The blond sighed silently before turning around and flashing his tri- coloured friend a goofy grin.
'Ya caught me Yugi,' he ruffled the shorter man's hair affectionately. 'I was just thinking over the case.'
'With good reason.' Ryou Bakura commented, making his way over to the large tinted window where the others stood. 'This case opened up several questions about how our system works. That someone like Hiroto was able to hide for so long.' He shook his head slightly, his silver-white hair bouncing around his shoulders. 'That shouldn't have been allowed to happen.' 'Neither should so many people have had to die.' whispered Yugi.
'Yugi, it couldn't have been helped.' Jou smiled sadly. 'Anzu made that choice, not you.' Anzu, Honda's woman, had been a close companion of Yugi's. She had been a friend of Yugi's family for years before she met Honda. Things had gone down from there.
'He has a point Yugi.' Ryou gave his friend a comforting hug. 'You didn't ask her to jump in front of the gun.'
Yugi gave them both a weak smile, before shrugging Ryou off and sitting back down at the table. Jou was about to go after him when the door at the far end of the room opened and a man who could have passed for Yugi's slightly taller twin strode confidently into the room, leaving the door to slam carelessly behind him.
'Alright everybody.' He dropped a cream manila folder onto the table as everyone else took their seats. 'I know our last job was slightly botched-'
'Botched would be an understatement Yami.' Ryou said softly. 'More like royally screwed if you ask me.' A new voice put in. A tanned man in his early twenties was leaning against the doorframe, peering out from under his blond bangs to give Yami a challenging look.
'You're late Malik.' Said Yami, irritably.
'Traffic.' Malik shrugged, as if that was all the explanation needed before sauntering into the room, swinging his chair backwards and plonking down on it next to Jou. Yami growled softly, before continuing.
'As I was saying, our last mission was slightly botched, but no matter. We still managed to bring Hiroto down, so technically it was a success.'
'Success?' Yugi repeated, his voice devoid of all emotion.
'Yes Yugi.' Yami said cheerfully, not picking up his mirror image's mood.
'Success?' Yugi repeated a little louder, before narrowing his amethyst eyes in a glare at Yami. 'How could you possibly call it a success?' he said softly, coldly.
'We brought him down Yugi.' Yami said, trying to calm the younger man. 'He can't hurt anyone anymore.'
'But what about the others?' Yugi yelled, taking everybody aback. Yugi hardly ever yelled. 'What about all the innocent people who we had to bring down with him?' Tears were starting to spill down Yugi's childlike face, making him seem even younger. Yami quickly moved around the table to where the younger man sat, picking him up easily and sitting him down on his lap.
'Hush Yugi.' He murmured into his lover's hair. 'You know that's not what I meant.'
'Well this is all fine for us to say,' Malik grumbled. 'But what are we going to tell the victims' families? How're we going to explain to them what happened?'
'How about the truth?' Jou said, breaking his brooding for a moment.
'You can't be serious.'
'I'm perfectly serious Malik.' Jou sighed, running a hand through his messy hair before resting his head in his hands. 'There's no point really in lying, they're bound to find out eventually what really happened.'
'He's right Malik.' Ryou cut in before Malik could resort. 'I think they would be angrier at us for lying to them then they would be for hearing the truth.'
'It's already been taken care of.'
All eyes returned to Yami, who was still cradling Yugi in his arms. 'I've taken care of the funeral money and explanations already.' He set Yugi back on his chair before retrieving his own.
'Then why the meeting?' huffed Malik. 'I have better things to be doing at this time of night, take sleeping for example.'
'No rest for the wicked Malik, we have a new case.'
'Already?' Ryou spoke up, 'Isn't it a little soon?'
'Usually it would be.' Yami opened the manila folder and skimmed a few of the sheets. 'But these orders come from high places, and what we're being offered isn't anything to sneeze at either.'
Malik sneezed. 'So what do we have to do?' inquired Yugi, ignoring Malik's over enthused display of blowing his nose. Yami made a face of disgust, before pushing the folder over to Yugi.
'Guards?' Jou, who had been reading over Yugi's shoulder, exclaimed in distaste. 'We're being lowered to mindless bodyguard jobs?'
Yami cleared his thought, silencing the sounds of outrage about to spill from both Jou and Malik.
'You didn't read the rest of the file Jou. We've been ordered to guard a wealthy computer programmer and businessman, one Seto Kaiba.
'Who?' Malik interrupted.
'I've heard of him.' offered Ryou. 'He's the CEO of Kaiba corp. You know, the company that makes the virtual reality Duel Monster games.'
'Turns out those games aren't the only thing he programs.' said Yami, successfully drawing attention back to himself. 'Turns out he's been tinkering with some dangerous software, software the government wants destroyed and quickly. We haven't been given the details, just the orders to guard him and his house until the programs are terminated.'
Jou looked puzzled. 'Shouldn't that take only a few minutes?'
'Apparently not.' retorted Malik, rubbing his hands together in glee. 'It would have already been done if it was as simple as that, must be some pretty complex programming.'
'Don't get any idea's about tinkering, Malik. You aren't coming.'
'What?'
'We only need four of us to go.' explained Yami. 'Malik, you and Marik will be staying here in case we need backup.'
'S'pose this means I won't get paid either.' Malik grumbled, fiddling with his earring. 'You'll get paid the amount of a backup, and the full amount if we call you in.' Yami reassured him.
'Yeah, whatever.' Malik stood, stretching. 'Sounds like a bit of a boring case to me. Most excitement you'll probably get is arse cramp. Now if you were going somewhere exotic, take France for example, then I might be ticked off.'
'Don't be so bitter Malik.' laughed Yugi, throwing a paper ball at the Egyptian. 'You and Marik will have a great time.'
Malik grinned wickedly. 'Oh yeah, we'll have fun, in more ways then one.' He sniggered at Yugi's blush.
'Yami?' Ryou was flicking through the folder again. 'This is all well and good, but where exactly does Kaiba live?'
Yami grinned, shooting a triumphant look at Malik.
'In France.'
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'Flight 1362 to Paris, France is boarding now at gate four. Would all passengers travelling on flight 1362 to Paris, France please go to gate four immediately.'
Jou winced slightly, rubbing his ears. For some reason those overhead speakers always made his eardrums sting. The same thing happened when more then three electrical appliances were on in the same room. For this reason Jou had tried to keep as few as possible in his house, often earning him the comment that he wasn't a very 'high tech' person. Jou preferred to keep it that way. No point having gadgets everywhere if they only made him uncomfortable. 'Jou! Wait up!'
Jou stopped in the middle of the corridor, causing a middle aged woman with far too much perfume on to crash straight into him.
'Would you watch where you're going?' she snapped, showing unnaturally white teeth.
'Erm, sorry ma'am.' Jou muttered, moving to one side. Scowling slightly he turned to the cause of the problem, Marik. Marik was standing beside him, looking as if he owned the place and wearing an outfit Jou was positive Malik had been wearing yesterday. Not that it would have made much difference, they shared everything from their looks to a bed.
'Marik, how the hell did you get past the metal detectors?' Jou eyed Marik's many belts, buckles and the strange gold dagger that he always kept strapped to his waist.
'You really don't want to know, and I don't have time to tell you.' Marik said, grinning psychotically. 'I'm just delivering your mail.'
'Mail?' Now Jou was really beginning to worry. 'Marik I don't have time for this.'
'I know.' Marik suddenly thrust a floppy disk into Jou's hand. 'So I won't mess about this time. This is what Malik and I looked up about Kaiba last night, Malik asked me to get it to you.' He looked up, suddenly smirking. 'Hope ya have a good time Katsuya, send me a postcard!' With that he sprinted off, upsetting a duty free stall along the way. Jou stood there, still staring at the spot Marik had been.
'I wish he wouldn't do that.' Jou muttered, before shoving the disk into his jumper pocket and entering the gate lounge.
'Jou!' As soon had Jou set foot in the lounge he was attacked by a little tri-coloured ball of energy, also known as Yugi Motou.
'Heya Yugi. Morning Yami, Ryou.' Jou managed to gasp out while trying to pry Yugi off his waist. 'Man, who fed him sugar?'
'Jou, you're late.'
'Yeah Yami I know. Jeez, what is it with you and punctuality anyway?' Jou managed to free himself from the aforementioned tri-coloured ball and flopped down onto a lounge sofa. 'I was just talking to Marik.'
'Marik?' Ryou frowned, thinking. 'How on earth did he get-'
'Through the metal detectors? I don't think we want to know.' Jou relaxed into the sofa, only to open his eyes and find Yami staring at him. 'What?'
'I just want to know why Marik was here Jou.'
'Well,' he hesitated, fingering the floppy disk in his pocket. 'He.he just came to say see ya from him and Malik. Said he couldn't find you guys and for me to pass the message on.' Yami stared at him for a moment more before relaxing, apparently buying Jou's story. Jou let out a breath he hadn't even known he'd been holding. It would be nice to know a little more about the person they were working for then Yami for a change.
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A.N. Heh, well yes, that's all for this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Comments are appreciated. I think I'll need to re-write these A.Ns later...