LD: I'm a bad girl.
Yugi: Huh? Why?
LD: I'm starting another ficcy, even though I really need to work on some of my other stories.
Ryou: Oh, what have we told you about that! Look at the one LotR fic.one chapter, and you put it up like six months ago!
LD: I know, and I'm sorry!
Yugi: Well, write your fic then..::sigh::
LD: That's kinda a problem.I'm just kinda randomly typing at this point, soooo....
Marik: You are such an idiot sometimes.
LD: Quiet you, or I'll sic littlestkitten on your hikari.
Marik: ::is quiet::
LD: ::has idea:: Yeah! I'll write a lame AU fic!
Ryou: Oh great....
Yugi: I have a bad feeling about this.I think she finally might have snapped. A lame AU fic. ::shudder::
Marik: For those who don't know our authoress's disturbed mind, a lame AU is one that is WAY AU.
Ryou: Like me as a stripper.
Yugi: Or me as a hacker.
LD: OH! Perfect! I love you guys!
Marik: Crap. Good thing I didn't say anything.
Ryou: Don't you DARE do that to us.
LD: Sorry! I don't own anything, by the way.
Yugi: No! She snuck the disclaimers past us!
Prologue
Seto Kaiba settled himself into a deeply plush blue leather chair. He had just finished dealing with another irritating day of the combination of school and running a multi-million dollar business. The only bright spots in his day were those few precious minutes he could spend with his little brother, and also times like now, in which he had a few moments of peace in which to spend working on his newest invention.
"Start up the Unition program." The command was directed towards the vocal interface of the main computer in his private lab as he leaned down to recover some notes and calculations from his briefcase.
The cool female voice of the computer's artificial intelligence system answered briskly, "Those files no longer exist."
"What?!" Kaiba's head snapped up towards the main monitor, "How can they no longer exist? I just updated them this morning! Run a search!" But sure enough, there were no files, programs or even documents by that name.
"Wait..you said that they 'no longer' exist. What does that mean?"
"It seems that the whole system rejected the program less than fifty- three minutes ago."
"Interesting. Bring up the whole area the program was stored in. Is anything reading there at all?"
"Yes, there appears to be some sort of..HEY KAIBA, HEY KAIBA, HEY KAIBA!!!!!!!"
The young CEO leaped to his feet and stared murderously at the large pink rabbit bouncing around on the screen which had apparently invaded his computer system, deleted his most delicate files and was even now destroying the integrity of, probably, the entire Kaiba Corp. computer network.
All while screaming an obnoxious greeting.
Across town, in a darkened room above a local gameshop, a wicked grin curled gentle lips and violet eyes sparkled with malicious glee as a small figure watched his new virus,W97.M.PegBunny1000 , take hold of one of the most advanced computer systems in the world and begin reducing it to mush. And the best part was that Kaiba himself had triggered it himself by snooping.
"Ah...Sweet justice."
* * * * * *
Elsewhere....
Ryou slid limply into the hard chair in front of a small vanity and loosely started removing bills from the various straps positioned across his body, counting as he went. There were a lot of them.
"Well darlin', get a good haul?" Ryou gave a tired smile to the elegant, dark-haired man leaning against the large bureau against the far wall of the dressing room and waved the handful of bills.
"An even $150. That's the best so far." The other man gave a low whistle.
"And that's just your first run tonight! What do you have...three more?" Ryou nodded and held up four fingers, signaling that he had a forty minute break. "Great! Do you want ta go get some coffee? You look like you need it."
"No, I can't. I need to struggle out of this mess." He motioned down towards his unusual outfit. He other man nodded a farewell and left as Ryou turned to look back into the mirror in front of him. Dark bags were visible under his eyes and he was paler than usual. He looked just plain wrung out.
'Marice is right. I'm a wreck.' He ran fingers through his remarkable white hair, which, paired with his pale coloring and lack of emotion for his work, had won him the stage name of Frost Angel, and sighed. Slowly he began removing the white leather strips, which made up one of his numerous costumes.
'I'm too young for this...I shouldn't be doing this! I hate it! I hate the crowds, the lights, the whole damn thing! It's so degrading.."
'Ah," a little, dark part of his mind whispered, "But you love it at the same time...the attention, the money..'
'Shut up!' But Ryou couldn't deny it...to an extent, he did indeed like what he did. But it still made him feel absolutely filthy. He rose from his seat and walked over to the bureau and pulled out a few pieces of gossamer ice-blue fabric. Looking at it, there in his hands, he didn't realize he was crying until the first few drops fell against the soft material.
All strength seemed to leave him as he sank to the floor. He drew his knees up to his chest and buried his face in them, sobbing. The tears dried up quickly enough...tears never helped anyone, but even then he didn't move, lost in thought as he was.
He sat like that for an unknown amount of time, until a harsh voice from the doorway broke his concentration.
"Get dressed and get your pretty little ass out there, sweetheart. Five minutes till showtime." The burly boss moved on past the door and down the hall. Ryou quickly tossed on his next costume and a bit of concealing makeup to hide the dark rings, which betrayed his lack of sleep.
Moving towards the hall, he turned to check the mirror one more time and a glint of gold caught his attention. He broke away swiftly, but the thought still lingered in his mind as he headed towards the stage.
'Bakura..where are you, now that I need you so badly?'
Ryou: I hate you.
LD: I love you too.
Bakura: What the hell are you doing to my hikari!?!
LD: Nothing too bad..well, yeah, it's bad. My hikari gave me major plot ideas.
Yugi: Was it me who put the virus in Kaiba's computer system?
LD: Yep. You don't like Kaiba in this.
Ryou: I take it he is a major reason for your plot?
LD: Yuppers.
Ryou: I still hate you.
Marik: Okay then..once more you remind me how weird you all are. Anyway...LD? Weren't you talking about issuing a challenge?
LD: What's the point? It's lame and nobody will do it, so why should I waste the space?
Yugi: She wants people to write a Ryou and Bakura abuse fic...but with Bakura as the victim.
Bakura: WHAT????
LD: It was all my hikari's idea!
Yugi: Huh? Why?
LD: I'm starting another ficcy, even though I really need to work on some of my other stories.
Ryou: Oh, what have we told you about that! Look at the one LotR fic.one chapter, and you put it up like six months ago!
LD: I know, and I'm sorry!
Yugi: Well, write your fic then..::sigh::
LD: That's kinda a problem.I'm just kinda randomly typing at this point, soooo....
Marik: You are such an idiot sometimes.
LD: Quiet you, or I'll sic littlestkitten on your hikari.
Marik: ::is quiet::
LD: ::has idea:: Yeah! I'll write a lame AU fic!
Ryou: Oh great....
Yugi: I have a bad feeling about this.I think she finally might have snapped. A lame AU fic. ::shudder::
Marik: For those who don't know our authoress's disturbed mind, a lame AU is one that is WAY AU.
Ryou: Like me as a stripper.
Yugi: Or me as a hacker.
LD: OH! Perfect! I love you guys!
Marik: Crap. Good thing I didn't say anything.
Ryou: Don't you DARE do that to us.
LD: Sorry! I don't own anything, by the way.
Yugi: No! She snuck the disclaimers past us!
Prologue
Seto Kaiba settled himself into a deeply plush blue leather chair. He had just finished dealing with another irritating day of the combination of school and running a multi-million dollar business. The only bright spots in his day were those few precious minutes he could spend with his little brother, and also times like now, in which he had a few moments of peace in which to spend working on his newest invention.
"Start up the Unition program." The command was directed towards the vocal interface of the main computer in his private lab as he leaned down to recover some notes and calculations from his briefcase.
The cool female voice of the computer's artificial intelligence system answered briskly, "Those files no longer exist."
"What?!" Kaiba's head snapped up towards the main monitor, "How can they no longer exist? I just updated them this morning! Run a search!" But sure enough, there were no files, programs or even documents by that name.
"Wait..you said that they 'no longer' exist. What does that mean?"
"It seems that the whole system rejected the program less than fifty- three minutes ago."
"Interesting. Bring up the whole area the program was stored in. Is anything reading there at all?"
"Yes, there appears to be some sort of..HEY KAIBA, HEY KAIBA, HEY KAIBA!!!!!!!"
The young CEO leaped to his feet and stared murderously at the large pink rabbit bouncing around on the screen which had apparently invaded his computer system, deleted his most delicate files and was even now destroying the integrity of, probably, the entire Kaiba Corp. computer network.
All while screaming an obnoxious greeting.
Across town, in a darkened room above a local gameshop, a wicked grin curled gentle lips and violet eyes sparkled with malicious glee as a small figure watched his new virus,W97.M.PegBunny1000 , take hold of one of the most advanced computer systems in the world and begin reducing it to mush. And the best part was that Kaiba himself had triggered it himself by snooping.
"Ah...Sweet justice."
* * * * * *
Elsewhere....
Ryou slid limply into the hard chair in front of a small vanity and loosely started removing bills from the various straps positioned across his body, counting as he went. There were a lot of them.
"Well darlin', get a good haul?" Ryou gave a tired smile to the elegant, dark-haired man leaning against the large bureau against the far wall of the dressing room and waved the handful of bills.
"An even $150. That's the best so far." The other man gave a low whistle.
"And that's just your first run tonight! What do you have...three more?" Ryou nodded and held up four fingers, signaling that he had a forty minute break. "Great! Do you want ta go get some coffee? You look like you need it."
"No, I can't. I need to struggle out of this mess." He motioned down towards his unusual outfit. He other man nodded a farewell and left as Ryou turned to look back into the mirror in front of him. Dark bags were visible under his eyes and he was paler than usual. He looked just plain wrung out.
'Marice is right. I'm a wreck.' He ran fingers through his remarkable white hair, which, paired with his pale coloring and lack of emotion for his work, had won him the stage name of Frost Angel, and sighed. Slowly he began removing the white leather strips, which made up one of his numerous costumes.
'I'm too young for this...I shouldn't be doing this! I hate it! I hate the crowds, the lights, the whole damn thing! It's so degrading.."
'Ah," a little, dark part of his mind whispered, "But you love it at the same time...the attention, the money..'
'Shut up!' But Ryou couldn't deny it...to an extent, he did indeed like what he did. But it still made him feel absolutely filthy. He rose from his seat and walked over to the bureau and pulled out a few pieces of gossamer ice-blue fabric. Looking at it, there in his hands, he didn't realize he was crying until the first few drops fell against the soft material.
All strength seemed to leave him as he sank to the floor. He drew his knees up to his chest and buried his face in them, sobbing. The tears dried up quickly enough...tears never helped anyone, but even then he didn't move, lost in thought as he was.
He sat like that for an unknown amount of time, until a harsh voice from the doorway broke his concentration.
"Get dressed and get your pretty little ass out there, sweetheart. Five minutes till showtime." The burly boss moved on past the door and down the hall. Ryou quickly tossed on his next costume and a bit of concealing makeup to hide the dark rings, which betrayed his lack of sleep.
Moving towards the hall, he turned to check the mirror one more time and a glint of gold caught his attention. He broke away swiftly, but the thought still lingered in his mind as he headed towards the stage.
'Bakura..where are you, now that I need you so badly?'
Ryou: I hate you.
LD: I love you too.
Bakura: What the hell are you doing to my hikari!?!
LD: Nothing too bad..well, yeah, it's bad. My hikari gave me major plot ideas.
Yugi: Was it me who put the virus in Kaiba's computer system?
LD: Yep. You don't like Kaiba in this.
Ryou: I take it he is a major reason for your plot?
LD: Yuppers.
Ryou: I still hate you.
Marik: Okay then..once more you remind me how weird you all are. Anyway...LD? Weren't you talking about issuing a challenge?
LD: What's the point? It's lame and nobody will do it, so why should I waste the space?
Yugi: She wants people to write a Ryou and Bakura abuse fic...but with Bakura as the victim.
Bakura: WHAT????
LD: It was all my hikari's idea!