Finding Angels
Disclaimer: I own this fanfiction and that's about it.
Author's Notes: Don't drink and drive because you'll die
Pairings: YamixYuugi, BakuraxRyou, MarikuxMalik, SetoxJou
Author's Notes2: I am 100 positive that Jounouchi is his last name and his first name is Katsuya, but since the fanfiction world likes using Jou as his first name, then I'll be sticking with that to avoid confusion :P
Summary: The ruler of Heaven and Hell has decided to play a game where the angels would camouflage themselves and the demons would come down to Earth and identify the angels. Whichever side can catch all of the candidates of the other race, wins. WARNING: Extremely random and pointless storyline ahead.
Chapter 1: How the hell are we supposed to do that?
When people ask him about Mariku, Yami doesn't know what to say. He blinks once and blankly stares at the demon in front of him then wonders why he was even asking such a preposterous question. Afterall, he isn't very close to Mariku.
There are reasons why. Yami thought for awhile, thinking of a good answer, but it always comes out truthful. "That's a stupid question." Afterwards he walks away.
When people ask him about Bakura, he scratches the side of his head and gives a confuzzled expression at the school newspaper crew. "Who's that?"
He gets the weirdest questions and is assigned to do the strangest things. This... however was no exception. Yami reread the mission pamphlet for the fifth time with Mariku on his right and Bakura on his left. "What the hell?!" He looked up at the ruler's second-in-command.
"We already sent one demon to Earth to help you with the surveillance. I'm sure all know him. His name is Seto Kaiba."
Yami crossed his arms, "Are you saying that we cheated?" His red eyes narrowed dangerously thin.
"Do you have a problem with that?"
"No," Bakura replied for him. Yami just glared at him. "You should've been an angel," the albino rolled his eyes in response.
"So…" Mariku started while scanning the paper. "How many people are in this school?"
"There are five thousand students in Domino High."
The three demons felt three lines coming down the side of their heads. All opened their mouths to protest, but all were in too much shock for their voices to come out. Instead after a few minutes, the three's frozen expression changed into that of an exasperated one. "How the hell are we supposed to do that?!"
Don't ask me, I'm not the one taking on this mission. Apparently Heaven and Hell liked to compete. According to the second-in-command, war would've taken too many lives so both rulers decided to play silly games instead and use Earth as the board. This game was planned four years ago and only now was Hell to make a move. Supposed to make a move, Yami bitterly corrected.
Heaven would send down three angels down to Earth and four years later, Hell was supposed to assign three demons to find the angels. However the objective changed a week ago when Heaven decided that it would be fun if the angels were to guess the demons as well. However they won't be notified of the changes until the demons get a month worth of adapting time. Their presence was needed as soon as possible.
School was starting the next day.
Their strategy was to lay it down low. "If we were to be in these 'gangs' it would be too obvious because that's the first place the angels would look." Bakura groaned in disappointment. They just read about the different personalities in teenagers of Domino High; Bakura and Mariku were interested in the ganster lifestyle.
Since Earth was in the middle, it had the pain of distinguishing the difference between evil and good, and gangs were a normal soul's idea of 'evil'. Although either Heaven or Hell wouldn't even bother to care since they were in either one so whatever they did would be all bad or all good.
Humans were confusing. Earth was troublesome.
Yami wondered how humans lived when they were torn between the two forces. "This is why," Bakura replied to Yami's musing, "people suicide."
Yami wasn't too sure what to reply back to the idiotic concept. Perhaps Bakura was right; he should've been an angel. However all that didn't matter. Hell's reputation was on the line and there was no way he would let three goody-two-shoes win.
"So…" Mariku leaned into the wall while twirling with his dagger. "What do you suppose we do?"
He explained that it would be better if they were to lay it down low. If they were to be normal students—as described in the A Demon's Guide to Human Types and how they work Booklet—that work hard to maintain good grades and is in two or three extracurricular club activities--it would be harder for the angels to find them. "Just blend in." Majority of the humans were supposedly normal anyway.
Upon arriving at their condminium that was a ten-minute walking distance from Domino High School, the three demons dumped their suitcases in the living room in exhaustion. All three resented the idea of living with Seto Kaiba.
When he entered the kitchen, Yami paled. "Hey," he yelled into his 'cellphone'. "You're going to send food right?" Stupid reception, he grumbled at the as he saw that his line was disconnected on the screen. He entered the living room where his two companions were sitting on their luggage. Yami took a deep breath and asked the stupidest question that he had ever asked. It's probably even dumber than one of the questions that the other demons gave him. "Do any of you guys know how to cook?"
"That's a rhetorical question, Yami. Of course we don't." Mariku snorted while bouncing on his red suitcase.
"Are you saying that we have to eat out at a restaurant every single time?" Bakura looked up at from his current position.
He sighed. "Let's call Kaiba."
"I've hired some chefs to cook all three meals for you guys. Don't worry he's just going to cook and leave. No need to thank me because this is Hell's money I'm using."
Yami sighed in relief. It felt as if a huge load just got off of his shoulders. "Thanks a lot Kaiba. This is the first time I've ever liked you."
"And I hope this is the last time you will ever like me." With that, the line went dead. He sighed for the fifteenth time and hung up. Now it was time to unpack and rework strategies. His eyes narrowed as he walked into the three rooms.
"Why do I get the smallest room?"
"Because you were here last, dumbass," Bakura replied as if it was the fairest thing in the world. Yami thought, since he was the one making sure they had food to eat, he should at least get the medium-sized room.
What a rude bunch.
"You really should've been an angel." Bakura chuckled while shaking his head as he took out his tenth leather(1) pants.
If he said that one more time, Yami swore he would punch him.
They were reworking strategies. Yami said that he and Mariku should be brothers since they're both using an Egyptian background. However brothers usually don't get along well especially when it comes to the same age. So they would distance themselves at school but would at least pass a look of familiarity at one another. Bakura would be Mariku's best friend.
Oh yes and Yami had Kaiba order red contact lenses.
It was clear that they had the upper hand in this game. According to the A Demon's Guide to Human Types and how they work Booklet, most teenagers nowadays are known as 'unfilial, ungrateful, and rebellious punks'. It was a stage known as puberty.
"What the hell?" Bakura exclaimed. "Humans are so complicated!"
"It's not fair." Mariku whined, resting his head on his crossed arms on the coffee table in the living room. "The angels had four years to adapt to this complicated 'human' thing! We have only one night!"
Yami felt a vein popping. "You know what? All we are going to do is the opposite of what we do in Hell." He immediately took back the words he said.
"How the hell do we do that?!" Bakura and Mariku shouted.
Yami sighed…again. "Let's call Kaiba."
"So you guys are using the blending in tactic…" Seto Kaiba reluctantly decided to help, but since it was a mission from Hell then he had no choice but to help them out. "It's simple. All you do is shut up and listen to the teacher when he or she is talking. When someone upsets you, don't beat them up. Don't punch anyone unless you're getting jumped."
"What does 'getting jumped' mean?"
"When someone's attacking you." Seto felt a headache coming. "It probably would be best if Bakura and Mariku just hang out with each other if you don't want to join gangs."
"You hear that," Yami faced the duo. "Don't give into the temptation of drugs and sharp shiny things!"
Seto was feeling more ridiculous by the minute. Apparently, this was some Let's-get-advice-from-councelor-Kaiba time. He was sexy prodigy CEO of a multi-billionaire company, and he had been degraded to a councelor for three idiot demons. "Yami, I'm hanging up."
"But we need more ad—"
End of Chapter 1
(1)I never understood why leather should be on sexy people.
Author's Notes3: I did warn you that it was random. Pretty soon you will see the pointlessness as the story progresses. I tried making it funny, but I don't think it's working, is it? SIGHS But there are a lot of puns :D