Heeeey theeeere! Now that I finished Camping Chaos, I just had to write
another fic of Yu-Gi-Oh. This one's gonna be an AU, but doesn't take place
in ancient Egypt, nooo, it's set in the future! And because it's AU, we can
enjoy our favorite characters of YGO in a completely different time without
having to add some own characters, because I don't really like this. . .
But anyway. Just enjoy, will you ^-^
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Ryou's POV
RRRRRINNNG!!
Damn. Who put an alarm clock next to my pillow?? Oh . . . I guess I did it myself. Remember, Ryou, what's gonna happen today? "Dammit!!!" There I was, at seven o'clock in the morning, and work started at seven thirty. You'll never see me being that fast, but it was my first day . . . and of course I had to be accurate! Rushing to the bathroom of my apartment, I tripped over some clothes I left on the floor the last night when it was time to go to bed.
"Ouch. . . " Rubbing my left elbow which I bumped on the bathroom door, I stared into the mirror, observing the hazy sleep clouding my sea green eyes, and my messy white hair. Actually it was soft most of the time, but I didn't sleep to well this night . . . feeling a bit nervous, you know. I jerked a comb through my hair, clenching my teeth when it came to the tangles. Then splashing water in my face, trying to chase away the sweet, thick sleep still hovering around me, I found myself wondering what I should wear. They didn't give me instructions - just said I had to be there at seven thirty in the morning. Speaking of the time, I looked at the clock and gasped. It was seven twenty already, and I wasn't even clothed!
I made it, though. I don't know how I did, but I made it. Looking up at the still darkened sky, for it was early January; I stood in front of the big doors. I wanted to knock, or ring, but I couldn't get myself to. Nervousness rose in my chest, up to my throat, and I was about to turn away and just give up, when the door opened. I stared into a pair of curious lavender eyes.
"Hey, you've got to be the new kid", a male voice said. I ripped my gaze off of these eyes, and saw tanned skin surrounding them. Sandy blonde hair falling over his shoulders. And, I had to push myself not to shiver at the very sight, a lavender shirt matching his eyes, which ended right over his navel. In January!!!! "Uhm . . . I guess so.", I mumbled quietly, and gasped slightly as I was pulled inside the mansion.
Still fascinated that he hadn't goosebumps all over him, I followed the boy through a darkened corridor. He didn't look older than seventeen, though he seemed to be older than me. But I was only fifteen back then, going to turn sixteen in a couple of months. "My name's Malik, by the way.", his voice cut my thoughts, and I looked up just to see him smiling at me. "And you are . . . ?"
"Ryou.", I mumbled, eager to answer him; but not to tell my last name. It wasn't really 'that` famous, but for my parents had been high politicians, it wouldn't be useful nor likable. I've always been treated different when it came to my last name . . . people treated me pitiful, for my parents were dead for two years now, or, even worse, they wanted me to get lost because they had different views than my parents had.
"And you're here because . . . ?" Seemed like he didn't want to stop asking. "I - just need a job." Malik turned to me, smiling sadly at me. "Poor kid.", he mumbled, before he turned away again, leading the way to a big wooden door at the end of the corridor. Now I started to feel 'really` nervous. A loud crash was heard behind the door, followed by some yelling which sounded extremely angry. I shot a scared look at Malik who just smiled and nodded. "It's okay. Seems like my brother and the thief are fighting Seto-sama again."
Brother? Thief? Seto-sama? What was he talking about? What did he mean with `fighting`? How could anyone fight in such a mansion, daring to break some expensive things? Oh well. Malik lead me to the door, which was the door of an elevator, shoved me into it, and pressed a few buttons. Malik seemed to notice my nervousness, so he shot another smile at me. "Hey, don't be afraid. It's gonna be cool to have someone new with us."
"Who exactly are you?", I dared to ask, but I didn't get an answer, because the door opened and Malik pushed my head down. Lying on the floor beneath him, I heard something shatter. "Just stop that already! Seto, the kid's here.", Malik shouted over the yelling.
When I dared to look up, I felt my eyes widen. If I didn`t knew Malik was still beside me, holding me to the ground, I'd have thought he'd already stood up.
There were two boys, looking slightly older than eighteen, one with spiky blonde hair and deep lavender eyes, dressed in a black tank top and beige pants, the other one as white-haired as me, his eyes staring at me with a dark crimson color, dressed in a black chemise and black pants. Across from them there was another boy, at the age of nineteen or twenty, with brown hair and icy blue eyes, dressed in what seemed to be black pants and a white shirt underneath a dark blue coat. All three of them held a silvery weapon in their hands, which I recognized as those kinds of weapons you can shoot blast waves with. Though they looked slightly different, and had K.C. engraved.
Finally, Malik let me get up by removing his body from mine. It had felt warm, I noticed. Now I refused to shiver even inside my thin jacket. I was locked into the gaze of the white haired one.
"So, you're Ryou, right?", the coated one asked. His voice was as icy as his eyes were. "Bakura Ryou."
I flinched as he said my full name. How did he know?
"My name's Kaiba Seto." I stared at him. That was famous Seto Kaiba, CEO of Kaiba Corp.? "What, kid, don't you believe it?" Suddenly, his voice sounded slightly taunting, and he lowered his weapon, as the other ones did. Malik smiled as bright as ever, pushing me into the room. It was huge, I noticed. And it was quite empty, except for a few vases and a closet. Seto walked up to me, sheathing the weapon. If that was how my first day at work began, I had quite more to worry about, I thought.
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Sooo, how was it? Good? Bad? Worth to continue? I guess it's gonna be more interesting once Bakura has to teach him how to use his equipment *grins*
Voice-sama
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Ryou's POV
RRRRRINNNG!!
Damn. Who put an alarm clock next to my pillow?? Oh . . . I guess I did it myself. Remember, Ryou, what's gonna happen today? "Dammit!!!" There I was, at seven o'clock in the morning, and work started at seven thirty. You'll never see me being that fast, but it was my first day . . . and of course I had to be accurate! Rushing to the bathroom of my apartment, I tripped over some clothes I left on the floor the last night when it was time to go to bed.
"Ouch. . . " Rubbing my left elbow which I bumped on the bathroom door, I stared into the mirror, observing the hazy sleep clouding my sea green eyes, and my messy white hair. Actually it was soft most of the time, but I didn't sleep to well this night . . . feeling a bit nervous, you know. I jerked a comb through my hair, clenching my teeth when it came to the tangles. Then splashing water in my face, trying to chase away the sweet, thick sleep still hovering around me, I found myself wondering what I should wear. They didn't give me instructions - just said I had to be there at seven thirty in the morning. Speaking of the time, I looked at the clock and gasped. It was seven twenty already, and I wasn't even clothed!
I made it, though. I don't know how I did, but I made it. Looking up at the still darkened sky, for it was early January; I stood in front of the big doors. I wanted to knock, or ring, but I couldn't get myself to. Nervousness rose in my chest, up to my throat, and I was about to turn away and just give up, when the door opened. I stared into a pair of curious lavender eyes.
"Hey, you've got to be the new kid", a male voice said. I ripped my gaze off of these eyes, and saw tanned skin surrounding them. Sandy blonde hair falling over his shoulders. And, I had to push myself not to shiver at the very sight, a lavender shirt matching his eyes, which ended right over his navel. In January!!!! "Uhm . . . I guess so.", I mumbled quietly, and gasped slightly as I was pulled inside the mansion.
Still fascinated that he hadn't goosebumps all over him, I followed the boy through a darkened corridor. He didn't look older than seventeen, though he seemed to be older than me. But I was only fifteen back then, going to turn sixteen in a couple of months. "My name's Malik, by the way.", his voice cut my thoughts, and I looked up just to see him smiling at me. "And you are . . . ?"
"Ryou.", I mumbled, eager to answer him; but not to tell my last name. It wasn't really 'that` famous, but for my parents had been high politicians, it wouldn't be useful nor likable. I've always been treated different when it came to my last name . . . people treated me pitiful, for my parents were dead for two years now, or, even worse, they wanted me to get lost because they had different views than my parents had.
"And you're here because . . . ?" Seemed like he didn't want to stop asking. "I - just need a job." Malik turned to me, smiling sadly at me. "Poor kid.", he mumbled, before he turned away again, leading the way to a big wooden door at the end of the corridor. Now I started to feel 'really` nervous. A loud crash was heard behind the door, followed by some yelling which sounded extremely angry. I shot a scared look at Malik who just smiled and nodded. "It's okay. Seems like my brother and the thief are fighting Seto-sama again."
Brother? Thief? Seto-sama? What was he talking about? What did he mean with `fighting`? How could anyone fight in such a mansion, daring to break some expensive things? Oh well. Malik lead me to the door, which was the door of an elevator, shoved me into it, and pressed a few buttons. Malik seemed to notice my nervousness, so he shot another smile at me. "Hey, don't be afraid. It's gonna be cool to have someone new with us."
"Who exactly are you?", I dared to ask, but I didn't get an answer, because the door opened and Malik pushed my head down. Lying on the floor beneath him, I heard something shatter. "Just stop that already! Seto, the kid's here.", Malik shouted over the yelling.
When I dared to look up, I felt my eyes widen. If I didn`t knew Malik was still beside me, holding me to the ground, I'd have thought he'd already stood up.
There were two boys, looking slightly older than eighteen, one with spiky blonde hair and deep lavender eyes, dressed in a black tank top and beige pants, the other one as white-haired as me, his eyes staring at me with a dark crimson color, dressed in a black chemise and black pants. Across from them there was another boy, at the age of nineteen or twenty, with brown hair and icy blue eyes, dressed in what seemed to be black pants and a white shirt underneath a dark blue coat. All three of them held a silvery weapon in their hands, which I recognized as those kinds of weapons you can shoot blast waves with. Though they looked slightly different, and had K.C. engraved.
Finally, Malik let me get up by removing his body from mine. It had felt warm, I noticed. Now I refused to shiver even inside my thin jacket. I was locked into the gaze of the white haired one.
"So, you're Ryou, right?", the coated one asked. His voice was as icy as his eyes were. "Bakura Ryou."
I flinched as he said my full name. How did he know?
"My name's Kaiba Seto." I stared at him. That was famous Seto Kaiba, CEO of Kaiba Corp.? "What, kid, don't you believe it?" Suddenly, his voice sounded slightly taunting, and he lowered his weapon, as the other ones did. Malik smiled as bright as ever, pushing me into the room. It was huge, I noticed. And it was quite empty, except for a few vases and a closet. Seto walked up to me, sheathing the weapon. If that was how my first day at work began, I had quite more to worry about, I thought.
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Sooo, how was it? Good? Bad? Worth to continue? I guess it's gonna be more interesting once Bakura has to teach him how to use his equipment *grins*
Voice-sama