Tornado: Hey peeps. This idea came to me last night while I was eating dinner, and it seemed good.
DT: I always wondered why she carried a notebook along with her. She started writing things in the middle of dinner.
Tornado: Needless to say my parents weren't too happy.
DT: Tornado doesn't own Yugioh.
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Marcus Mellor is a headstrong businessman from Denver, Colorado. His company, Mellor and Jacobs Incorporated, is the biggest military manufacturer on the west coast. They provide the US military with everything from guns to tanks. He is the CEO of the multibillion-dollar company, and the fourth richest man in America. I was assigned to kill him.
His partner, Ethan Jacobs, sought the help of my employer, Gozaburo Kaiba, who put my partner and me on the case. Everything was carefully planned, nothing could go wrong; it never did when I schemed the mission. Mellor was spending a few nights in Domino City, California to meet with the largest technology producer in the United States CEO. I, Seto Kaiba, am that CEO. That night I was holding a dance that he was invited to. When he left, we would follow him to his apartment, and slit his throat leaving behind no evidence whatsoever. Not only had it been planned perfectly, but also it was executed in the same manner.
Mellor left after about half of the other guests, and I excused myself from the group of executives that I was conversing with. I surveyed the prey that would soon be consumed as he stepped into the black limo that awaited him. I turned the corner to find a black Honda Civic waiting my arrival. The driver was a blonde boy, no older than sixteen, with brown eyes that were partially covered by straw bangs. I slid into the passenger seat, and glanced at the other occupant. He was focused on the alleyway ahead of him; his gaze never left the street as he handed me a plastic contact container. I sighed as I opened the lid to reveal two green lenses.
"This is ridiculous. Why do I have to wear contact lenses, but you don't?" I asked annoyed.
"Cause my brown isn't as easy ta identify as your blue ones. Sides, he might put two and two together," the blonde replied.
"Not that it's going to matter because he's going to be dead anyway before anyone can get to him."
"Boss's orders, and I don' question."
"Let's do this, Joey, before the other guests begin to suspect anything."
Joey didn't say another word as he sped out of the alleyway, and onto the main street. His turns were automatic, and the more I watched him, the more I began to appreciate his abilities. He was the perfect assassin. We reached the hotel the Mellor was staying in, and got into the elevator for the top floor.
"Who's gonna kill him?" Joey asked.
"You got the last one, so I get this one."
He nodded, and we finished the short ride in silence. We stepped onto the top floor, and I pulled out a phone card, sliding it between the doorframe and the door. After a few minutes, we were admitted to enter, leaving the phone card in a chewed up heap. My leather gloves forced my hands to sweat as we stalked through the seating area. Joey held a Glock in his gloved hands in case I couldn't kill our target fast enough. The noise was coming from the bedroom, and Joey and I strode in without any hesitation. Mellor lay in bed, completely naked, with a redheaded woman, who was also completely naked. I saw Joey smirk, knowing that he wanted to have fun with the girl as well, but I glared at him, turning his expression professional again.
"Who the hell are you? What's the fuck is going on here?" Mellor asked when he noticed us.
"We're here to send you peacefully into the hell hole that you will be required to dwell in for the rest of you pathetic existence," I informed him. "You and your slut as well."
Mellor looked thoroughly frightened, as he should have been. The girl seemed to know her fate, and accepted it quietly. I shot Joey a suspicious glance, and he caught my train of thought. He aimed his gun at the so-called prostitute.
"A'right, whore, get out of da bed slowly," he said firmly.
The girl did as she was told, revealing a near perfect body. Her breasts were overly large and she had an hourglass shape to her. I caught Joey gawking at the girl again.
"Hey, horny, you can take a dip in the luxuries when we get this done," I snapped.
"Sorry, just do it already."
I nodded, and walked over to the bed. The man lying in it pulled away, but I caught him, slitting his throat in the process. His bedmate was too calm about having seen the man be stabbed. Joey caught this as well, and questioned what to do with her. I returned his gaze with a sadistic smile, and he slammed her against the wall. He held her in place tightly, while I rummaged through all of her possessions, determining what exactly she was. There was no doubt in my mind that she was going to die, but I'd like to know who exactly was on my case.
I found a Beretta tucked away in her purse. Joey gave an amused scoff, still keeping the gun trained on her temple. I dug a little deeper, and found the thing that I had been searching for.
"So Agent Lithe, how do you feel about dying on a mission that the FBI placed you on?" I asked.
"You'll never get away with this," she spat.
"Watch us," I said, wrapping her long fingers around the blade in my hand.
I guided her over to the gurgling form of Marcus Mellor, and shoved her hand into his throat, twisting it to the side. Mellor gave a final shudder before falling limp. The woman was shocked, and stared at me with her mouth open and her eyes wide. I smiled viciously before throwing her onto the bed. Joey's eyes went wide for a moment, but soon returned to normal when he realized my tactic.
"I'll allow you to live if you sleep with me," I whispered to my prey.
"Why? Can't you get a girl of your own?" she asked.
"No, of course not. Do you or don't you accept?"
"I'll accept," she answered, hesitantly.
"Wrong answer," I said lifting the blade to her throat, and slitting it as well.
Her eyes widened in shock, but soon comprehended the fact that I had tricked her into believing that she could live. I turned to Joey, who was holding his groin and carried a look of disappointment on his face.
"I wish yah would have let me play a little."
"I'll comment on that later, right now let's get out of here," I said leaving the two bodies.
"It looks just like a murder/suicide," he commented.
"That's how it's supposed to look. I hadn't planned on the federal agent, but it all worked out in the end."
We left the room, and departed the hotel in complete silence. Joey was slightly agitated the rest of the way to the car. Finally it became too much for me to bear.
"Look, if you're horny just go fuck Mai for god's sake."
"I thought yah didn't believe in God," the boy replied.
"I don't, but it makes the expression sound so much better," I shot.
"Yah goin' ta go fuck Tea after that snob fest of yours?"
"Probably. I just hope she's in the mood for it."
"That's the good thing about Mai, she's always in the mood for sex."
"That's the price I pay for a friendship freak, I guess."
"I couldn' live without sex."
"No shit, Sherlock. I swear you're bi."
"Duh, how long it'd take yah ta figure that one out?"
"On my assignment with you."
"Opps, sorry bout that."
"All right. God I'm horny."
"So what yah gonna do if she ain' in da mood."
"Take matters into my own hands."
"Yah ain' gonna rape her, are yah?"
"Christ your stupid. I think that's what makes you a good assassin, you're too stupid to ask questions."
"I know yah don't question orders either."
"That's because I'm smart enough to know not to."
"A'right, here's yah stop. Get out of my goddamned car."
"Oh, and Joey, don't forget to dump it."
"I won'. See yah at school, moneybags."
"Whatever, mutt."
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Tornado: So what did you think?
DT: Not a bad start, but it needs to get more interesting.
Tornado: Trust me it will. R&R.