Hey guys this is my first 'Yu-Gi-Oh' fic and I really don't know as much as I should about the series as I should so if things are extremely wrong please let me know. I will be using the Japanese names because in my opinion they are easier to work with. Ok so this is in a setting where Battle City has not occurred and therefore Isis or Malik(though I love Malik J ) This is Anzu centered, with a little Yami/Anzu romance on the side. No Mia though-she needs to die in a fire! All right now that that is done and over with lets get onto 'Thinking Over'
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She stepped out of the taxi and pulled her laptop bag and beat up backpack with her. The driver pulled away quickly, soon becoming lost in rainy the rush hour traffic. The girl, twenty or so watched him go for a moment before setting her gray-green eyes on the nearest hotel. Pushing a strand of rich red hair behind her ear, tucking it into her sunglasses for extra security she began to mumble to her self. "Of all the god forsaken places to be stranded for the next two days. When I get back Benton is dead" she said referring to her supposed travel agent. 'Just goes to show I can only depend on myself' she thought as she entered the modest but comfortable hotel lounge.
The clerk at the front desk looked up at her with his usual practiced smile. Despite the obvious overcast and rainy day his newest customer wore a pair of sunglasses, well two really, he noticed a second pair hooked securely into her low cut tank top that came to rest above her belly button. She wore low-rise jeans and a chain belt that wrapped around her waist seductively. As she moved toward the check in desk she gave the clerk the impression of some sort of secret agent and he worked quickly to hide the blush that had crept onto his cheeks and the banish the fantasy that had worked its way into his head. "Can I help you?" he managed to choke out simply enough. He nearly jumped when she leaned up against the counter.
"That depends," she said setting down he lap top carrier and back pack. "Do you have any rooms open here?"
"Of course!" He said trying to keep up formalities, acting as if he was on a blind date. He quickly pretended to flip through the directory, head down cast, attempting to look down her shirt. "Alright here you go room 48, I hope you enjoy your stay at Domino Heights hotel. Will you be…" he was caught off when she quickly grabbed the key from his hand. He watched her scoop up her bags and walk away toward the elevator and punch the button. Before getting on she turned back to him, a coy smile on her lips and her sunglasses resting on the end of her nose revealing her eyes.
"Next time you look down a girl's shirt try being a bit more discrete." She stepped back into the now open elevator and left the clerk to deal with those in the lounge. In truth the boy was slightly correct in her occupation. She was an agent of sorts, traveling the world over performing tasks for her wealthy customers. She mostly acted as a private investigator, solving crimes that couldn't be brought to the publics' or government's attention. She had been in Tokyo only hours earlier leaving after 'clearing up' an incident that connected a wealthy oil fields owner to a drug ring in the city. In truth the man was just a greedy ignorant bastard who thought he could do illegal oil trade into third world Asian countries through the Japanese mafia, however the man's 'sources' saw a moneymaking in the naïve Texan and set him up in a drug ring instead. Stepping off the elevator the girl sighed, she knew the Texan's sources, two faced sons-of-bitches that she had worked with before. But she knew that they weren't stupid enough to mess with her when she needed their 'services'.
After unloading her things in the traditional two bed western style hotel room the red head flipped open her cell phone and called the one person she cared knew where she was. Her boss/associate answer and immediately complained about the time. After a quick explanation as to her situation they hung up and the girl reached over the bed for her laptop. As she pulled the bag up a manila folder spilled out revealing her identity. Her name was Aurora 'Rory' Waters, age 22, nationality American. Multiple other ids and forged papers were shuffled in with her passport but she ignored them as she stuffed the papers back into the folder and started up the laptop. She used the machine for quite sometime; checking e-mails, keeping up her presence where need be, making information reports for herself, and lists of information on various societies, groups, and governments. She finally did some clean up on the folder, which contained her current cases. She moved two of the cases, her Texan drug issue and a pearl that had gone 'missing' that she located in Kyoto, to storage files and reread the current four she was working on.
Two additionally files sat in her active case folder, both seemingly lost causes, but Rory never gave up until everything was confirmed. The first was a case that Rory was working on secretly working on for two rich English philanthropists who had lost a good part of their fortunes had been lost in to a supposed humanitarian fund in the Middle East. Rory couldn't confirm it, partially because the case had been old when she took it on, but it seemed the foundation went under with the iron curtain in the 80's. The second case was one that Rory just couldn't get over. It was a missing persons case, something Rory didn't involve herself with unless they were international criminals or something to that effect. Rory had taken the case on four years ago when the little girl would have been eleven and her parents, now divorced but still collectively missing their daughter pleaded with her to take the case. Rory had kept up contact with the girl's father over the four years that she had worked on the case and truly cared about him and his small family. She never told him but she had tracked his daughter's kidnapping to an underground adoption ring but lost track of her afterwards. Now 15, 'No' thought Rory as she checked the date in the file, now 16 the girl's childhood would be coming to an end and time to find her, if she was alive, was running thin.
Rory had no reason to think she could be dead. These types of organizations only made money off of healthy, living kids. Looking over the computer-compiled picture along with the information Rory sighed, "Where are you Tea Gardner?"
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Alright, that's it for now but school is coming to a crashing end and as a senior I have a lot of stuff to do so if updates are slow…deal with it. Plus I promised to finish 'Broken Arrow' a DBZ story too. Plus there is other stuff I want to work on. So I hope you enjoy. Till next time then…Peace!
-Star_Chan