Star: Hooray! I'm back with a brand new story!

Yami: Woopdie doo

Star: I swear, I don't have a clue as to where this story came from. I was in church daydreaming about Naruto in the middle of the homily, and suddenly this whole plot just popped into my mind. I wanted to run out of church, drive home, and write this immediately.

Yugi: Guess church is good for something after all.

Star: Yay! I have a new story and a new plot bunny! His name is Estafo! Say hello to everyone, Estafo!

Estafo: (bounces up and down)

Star: Yay! Also, thanks to the people who told me that they would like to read this story. I wasn't too sure if I should start writing it now or not, but you guys convinced me. So here is chapter one, and chapter three is already semi done. I haven't started on chapter two yet, though. :sweat drop:

Disclaimer: Idea is mine! Characters are not.

"speech"

'thoughts'

"phone/radio/walkie talkie conversation"

Summary: Trained from birth, Yugi Mouto, codename 'Kit', is the world greatest and deadliest assassin. He has traveled the world on missions and taken down the world's most dangerous criminals. He is swift, sly, cunning, and the top agent in Alter, a secret organization that controls all the governments of the world from the shadows. Now Yugi and his friends and fellow agents, Ryou Bakura and Malik Ishtar have been given a new assignment: find and kill the evil Maximillion Pegasus and stop his newest plan to destroy the world. For Yugi, this mission is personal, so he, 'White' and 'Scarab' travel to Japan and enroll in Domino High, where they can stay near Pegasus' headquarters. Aided by agent Jounouchi Katsuya, 'Pup', the group sets off to take Pegasus down. But as they try to blend in with the other students, the group finds themselves befriending the school's most popular students: Yami, Bakura, Marik, and Seto. Add three more students, Otogi, Honda, and Anzu, and Yugi finds himself caught up in the party called 'teenage life'. But now, distracted by his growing feelings for one of the boys, Yugi is loosing sight of his mission. How could the best in the world crumble so easily? Is it love, or is it a plan? Could one of the members of this group be working for Pegasus? Do the agents of Alter have what it takes to kill one of their friends? Will they fail this mission, and let Pegasus destroy humanity? What is more important: personal happiness or the safety of the world? The four agents don't know anymore.

(Pairings: Yami/Yugi, Bakura/Ryou, Marik/Malik, Seto/Jou, Otogi/Honda)

Here is chapter one of 'A Mask Over My Heart.' Enjoy!

----------Enter the Agents---------

"Security Breach! Security Breach! Security Breach!"

The speakers repeated this phrase while sirens screamed through the night air, and red warning lights came to life, lighting up the whole building. Shouts and footsteps added to the noise as men in white lab coats, and solders in full armor ran around trying to find the cause of the disturbance. Guard dogs and their handlers roamed the outside, while search lights scanned the night skies looking for any air craft. The gates were locked and guarded, while armored vehicles drove around the perimeter of the building, trying to find the ones that had caused the disturbance.

Watching the commotion from an air vent inside the building, two men in all black watched smugly at the panic they had caused. They had successfully stolen what they had come for, and as a bonus they had killed many people. The one in front nodded to the other and they started crawling along the vents, hoping to find a place where they could escape with their prize. The 'prize' was a case containing six vials of blue liquid that, if ingested, would cause the heart to spasm before caving in upon itself. One drop in the water system could kill a whole town in a matter of hours. They were stealing it so that they could threaten their country's leader to listen to them.

Reaching a certain vent, the one in front pushed it opened and crawled through it, entering a storage room. Looking around he spotted the sign that would lead to their freedom. The red 'exit' sign that led to the roof. Waving to his partner, the man started to walk towards the door when suddenly, a knife flew out of no where and landed right in front of him. "Who's there!" he called, and in reply a figure walked from the shadows.

"You won't get away with that case," said this new figure, brushing his long, silver hair behind his ear. This male was also dressed in all black, his clothes consisting of a sleeveless, hooded sweatshirt, pants, and combat boots. Two black wristbands, an arm band that was on his upper right arm, and a slim, black ribbon around his neck was all that accented his upper body. He wore a gray belt with two knives hanging from it, a gun holster on his right thigh and a large gun strapped to his back. On his upper left arm was a tattoo with two letters. One was a red capital 'A', and the other was a black, lowercase 't'. The 't' went through the middle of the 'A', and the horizontal line matched perfectly with the horizontal line of the 'A'. The letters were encased in the outline of a silver diamond.

"Who are you?"

"Alter agent number B37-09D, codename 'White'. I'm proud to be your opponent today," the male, still in his teens, replied with a smile.

"Opponent?" the man laughed. "You're just a kid! Stop playing around, punk, and go home to your mommy."

White's eye twitched in annoyance before he sped forward and kicked the man in the stomach, sending him flying across the room. "For your information, I'm seventeen. Now hand over that case if you don't want to die."

"You little brat!" the second male said, dropping the case and rushing towards White with a knife in hand. White dodged it and jumped onto a crate that was behind him. Jumping up again, he grabbed onto the ceiling rafter, and swung up to land on it. Standing up straight, he smiled again and pulled the black ribbon from around his throat.

"It seems as if you've chosen the hard way," he said, tying his silver hair with the ribbon, and brushing his bangs from his chocolate eyes. "I hope you lived a good life, because it will end tonight!" With that, he jumped from the beam and landed in front of the man, drop kicking him and sending the thief to the ground. Pulling a knife from his belt, he was about to stab the man when the other thief tackled him from behind.

White grunted as he was pinned down, and felt the gun from his leg being removed from it's holster. Thinking fast, White pushed himself up with his hands and flipped them over, jumping away and taking his gun with him. "No one touches my gun," he cried, firing at the man. But he was a second too late as the man rolled away from the line of fire. Picking up the two knives that White and his partner had dropped, he ran towards the teen.

White dodged the first strike, and made a move to kick the man in the side, but the man caught his leg and kicked White's other leg out from under him. White placed his hands on the ground and did a back flip, and jumped onto another crate. He fired at the man, and managed to his him in the right shoulder. The man yelled, and charged towards White, throwing a knife at him, White dodged by jumping off the crate, but wasn't fast enough to avoid the next attack. He hissed in pain when the other knife cut into his left shin. Pulling the knife out, he jumped out of the way for the third attack, he rolled away from the man and shot twice at him. Luckily, the bullets hit their mark this time, and the man fell down dead bleeding from his heart.

Turning quickly when he heard a noise behind him, he shot at the second man but was too late as he ran out the door. White made a move to follow him, but a flash of pain went through his left leg, and he found he couldn't move it. "Damn all hell," he cursed, then pulled out a small headset, and hooked it around his right ear. Turning it on, he spoke into it, hoping that he would be heard.

"White calling Kit. Do you copy, Kit?"

"Loud and clear, White. What's your status?" a male voice responded.

"Target one is down, but target two is moving and he has the object with him. I'm out, so target two is yours."

"Where is target two headed?"

"To the roof. He should get there in a few."

"Copy. I'll touch ground in eighty seconds." White then picked up the sound of wind rushing past and chuckled.

"Going for that old move of yours?"

"Of course. You know how much I enjoy it. It gives me such a rush."

"Of course it does. I'll wait for your arrival here. White, out."

"Kit, out."

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High up above the building, a few thousand feet in the air, a body was dropping through the sky at an alarming rate. This body belonged to agent A49-28G, codename Kitsune, Kit for short. Kit was plummeting head first to the ground, his hair and clothes billowing about. Though no one could see him, because he blended in with the night sky. He was wearing a black, sleeveless tank top, baggy black pants, and black boots. A silver snake arm band was on his left arm, and a black bandanna was around his neck. A long, black cape fluttered in the wind as he picked up speed. Hands covered in black gloves brushed blonde bangs away from his face. The rest of his hair, a strange mixture of ruby and onyx that spiked upwards was now disheveled from all the wind. And on his left upper arm was the same tattoo that White had.

Kit also carried a belt with two knives, a gun on each of his legs, and a large sword on his back. Additional weapons, such as smoke bombs, and grenades were scattered in pockets or holders on his belt. A grappling hook rattled against his side during his fall. And to top it off, he wasn't wearing a parachute. But even though he was falling towards the ground at more than sixty miles per hour, his eyes were closed and a small smile was on his face.

"Kit," came another voice, this one also belonging to a male.

"Yes, Sir?" Kit replied, opening his large eyes a crack to reveal shining amethyst behind the lids.

"Can you confirm sight of the target?"

"Negative, Sir. He has yet to leave the building."

"How close are you to landing?"

"Two thousand feet and closing."

"Are you wearing a parachute?"

"Do I ever?"

"Kitsune! How many times have I told you to wear a parachute!"

"Don't worry, Boss," Kit replied with a laugh. "I've done this plenty of times, so don't worry."

"Of course I worry! What would your grandfather say if I came to him and told him that his grandson is now a big splatter on the pavement all because he wouldn't wear a parachute?"

"He'd probably die of shock. After he killed you of course," Kit laughed.

"Don't laugh at that! I can't afford to lose my best agent! Even if you are only seventeen! Besides," the man added in a hushed voice, "Your grandpa scares me when he's mad."

Kit laughed again, and opened his eyes completely. "Well, Boss," he said, flexing his fingers. "Time to get to work."

"Be careful, Kit."

"Always. Kit out." Bending his head backwards, Kit spotted a pole on the communication tower below him. Grabbing his grappling hook, he waited till he had fallen past the pole to fire the hook. It ejected from the barrel and wrapped around the pole. Once the wire became taut, Kit shifted his body and swung through the air. Pulling out a small, silver disk from one of his pockets, Kit pressed a button and turned it into what looked like a snowboard, and he slid down the tower leg.

He saw another pole far below him on the main building, and he jumped from the tower. Falling through the air, he reached for the grappling hook again and pointed it at the pole. He fired the hook, and it wrapped itself around the pole, allowing Kit to swing gracefully from the tower to the building. Kit then landed on the top of the large, metal air system, and waited patiently for his target to exit.

He didn't have to wait for long as the man carrying the case burst through the door and ran to the edge of the roof. Kitsune smirked and jumped behind him, startling the man who turned around quickly with a gun in his hand. "Oh fuck," he said when he saw Kit standing there. "Another one of you."

"Hand over the case, or die," Kit ordered, completely serious as all the humor from before disappeared.

"You're the one that will die here!" the man yelled, firing at Kit. The boy dropped to the ground and rolled away, pulling out a knife and throwing it at the man, but it missed as the man jumped out of the way. "I won't let some brat stop me!" he yelled, rushing towards Kit. Kit got up and dodged the man's punch, then retaliated with a kick. He hit the man in the side, and sent him to the ground, but the man quickly got up and tackled Kit. The two rolled along the ground, kicking and punching each other before Kit escaped.

The agent pulled a smoke bomb from a pocket and lit it, throwing it at the man. White smoke billowed out, and the man dropped to the ground while coughing. Kit placed the bandanna over his mouth and entered the smoke, stopping in front of the man. Taking a gun, he cocked it and placed it against the man's forehead. "See you in hell," he said, and began to pull the trigger.

But before he could fire, a shower of bullets came down from the sky, and both Kit and the man jumped away. Looking up, Kit saw an enemy helicopter above them, with it's guns pointed at him. The guns began to fire again, and Kit ran behind the air system, using it as cover. "Damn them," he growled, firing at the chopper. But his bullets were stopped by the ones being fired at him. Just then Kit noticed the man was heading towards the helicopter, and with an angry yell, Kit pulled out two grenades. He had to stop the man! But the only way to throw the grenades at the copter was if he left his hiding spot. And if he did that, it would take too long to pull out the pin and throw them. There was only one option.

Suddenly Kit jumped from behind the air system and rolled across the ground, his cape wrapping around his whole body, offering him slight protection from the bullets that started to come down again. Quickly, he threw the two grenades towards the helicopter, and ran back behind the air system. Suddenly two great explosions could be heard. Once the smoke cleared, Kit peeked around the metal vents. Just as he expected, the bullets had hit the grenades causing them to explode near the helicopter. Now the helicopter was no longer able to steady itself, and the thief couldn't climb aboard. The helicopter flew away and crash landed to the ground in a fiery explosion.

"There is no escape now!" Kit yelled, coming from behind the vents to face the man.

"Damn you!" the man yelled, turning back around to face the teen. "Why don't you die!"

"Because that's your job," Kit said, sliding his sword from it's scabbard, the blade glinting dangerously in the moonlight. The man pulled out his gun and began to fire at the teen. Kit ran straight towards the man, dodging the bullets effortlessly and hitting them away with his sword. Before the man could blink, Kit was right in front of him, the sword inches from his heart. The thief looked down and gasped in fear when he saw the large, amethyst eyes looking innocently up at him. Suddenly, Kit smirked and thrust the sword upwards and pierced the man's chest, the blade going straight through the man's back. The man, clutching his chest, screamed in pain before crumpling to the ground. Kit smiled in victory, and walked over to grab the case that had been dropped to the ground in all the commotion.

"Damn…it," the man said as he lay there dying. "Who are you?"

"Me? My name is Kitsune. Top agent of Alter, and the best assassin in the world. You should feel proud to be killed by me."

"Best…my ass," the man croaked out.

"I think you should die now," Kit said, pulling out a gun and shooting the man twice in the head. "Losers shouldn't talk so much." Then, with a sigh, Kit walked over to the balcony and grabbed his grappling hook, replacing it on his side. Looking at his sword, he made a face at the amount of blood that was on it. Ripping a piece of cloth from the man's shirt, he wiped off all the blood, then strapped the sword to his back again. Throwing the bloodied cloth to the ground, Kit walked towards the door and entered the building, his cape billowing out behind him.

He walked down a flight of steps till he entered a room where he spotted White leaning against a wall, holding his left leg. The other agent looked up at him and smiled, waving at Kit. Kit rolled his eyes and walked over, sitting down next to the other teen. "I heard all that noise upstairs," White said.

"Really now?" Kit asked amusedly, tossing one of his knives in the air and catching it.

"The whole building shook when you used those grenades."

"It wasn't my fault that I had to use them! If that guy had just given up when I told him, and that helicopter hadn't shown up, nothing would have happened."

"But when is it ever that easy?" White asked, shaking his head. "Bad guys just never learn. So what's the count this time?"

"Five hundred seventy-two successful assassinations, three hundred completed search and rescue missions, one hundred and eight completed body guard assignments, seven hundred fifty-five completed miscellaneous missions, and zero failed operations," Kit listed proudly.

"Man," White said with a smile. "You aren't the best agent in the world for nothing. And to think, you are just seventeen."

"White, Kit, do you read?" came a voice from their headsets.

"White here. I read you loud and clear, Sir."

"Kit here. I hear you too, Boss."

"Have both targets been eliminated?"

"Yes, Boss," Kit responded. "I carried out my orders, and have secured the case. Both targets are down, as well as an enemy copter."

"Good work, agents. The med team is on their way to pick you two up. Return the case to the scientists and head for the roof."

"Sir," White said, "I've suffered an injury to my left shin, and am unable to move it."

"Fine. Wait there for the team to get to you. Kit you go on and return the case."

"Roger. Kit, out. Ok, make that seven hundred fifty-six completed miscellaneous missions."

"I am so glad I'm your friend and partner, Kit," White commented as he stretched his injured leg out. "I would hate to be your enemy."

"I'd hate to be yours too," Kit replied, getting up and picking up the case. "Ok, when we get back to the base and you get your leg fixed, we are getting food. I'm starving!"

"I don't see how you can fall from the sky over seven thousand feet, and still have an appetite," White said with a roll of his eyes.

"It's all a matter of the mind."

"My mind and my stomach don't get along at times."

"Whatever you say, Ryou," Kit responded with a laugh, turning to the door.

"Shut up, Yugi. Now, go give that case back! I want to get home!" White ordered.

"Yes, sir!" Kit said sarcastically, before running out of the room laughing.

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Star: Yay! (huggles Estafo) You are my new favorite plot bunny!

Yami: Why wasn't I in this chapter?

Star: Because I hate you. Just kidding!

Yugi: Why did you make me into an assassin?

Star: I made you like James Bond. Except the fight scenes seem to fake to me. I can't do fight scenes!

Yugi: Cool! I'm James Bond!

Star: Yes you are. So stay tuned for my next exciting chapter! Also, the next chapter to Bright Shadows should be coming out soon as well. Hope to see you then! Bye!