Author's Note: Something new I'm trying, and another entry for Couple Boost. A collection of AU oneshots in one story so I don't confuse myself, which would be bad. That idea was originally Lucarly's idea, and I really think she has something here. I'm still shaky on some of the details, so if your confused with anything please let me know. Not only will I be able to clarify for you, it will help me know what I need to explain more. I tried to keep the characters in character as much as possible, as well, so I hope I did them justice. This is one of the longest oneshots I've created and this only took me two days, so I'm fairly happy with it. I hope you are as well. Please read, review, and as always, if you see anything wrong just tell me and I'll correct it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's. Nope. Not at all. /grin. All I own, is the universe.

No Such Thing As Love

She handled the semi-automatic like an old pro, which is what she was. A startling fact when taking in her youthful appearance, and her slim hands making quick work of reloading the deadly fighting weapon. Of death. Scattered about her in the back seat of the unmarked black sedan lay numerous other weapons of terror, most that would make a grown, war seasoned man weep. She twisted her body so her back was against the passenger seat, and her legs against the back of the back seat, while quickly opening the side window and hanging out of it.

Now, normally, this wasn't something a sane person would do. But, drastic times call for drastic measures. And, Izayoi Aki was most defiantly sane. Sane, but admittedly, desperate.

"Yusei!" she yelled from outside the car, firing off bullets whenever she had an open shot, taking care to not to waste precious ammo. "I know you really like driving, but do you think you could stop and maybe, I don't know, help not get us killed!" She glanced down moodily as her gun finally emptied itself. Ducking back into the still fast moving vehicle, she threw her gun away, and grabbed another one, just as her partner twisted the wheel sharply to the right. He accelerated even more, the gas pedal literally pushed down to the floor, and the speedometer reading 110 mph.

"Hold on. Just trying to get away from prying eyes. After all," he yelled back, not bothering to spare a glance backwards, knowing she wouldn't see it. "We are supposed to be doing this secretly. As in, no one finding us out."

"Don't try to lay this at my feet!" she snapped back, once again outside the widow, seemingly oblivious to the sights and sounds of bullets ricocheting inches from her body. She wasn't really worried about getting hit (after all, that's what bullet proof vests were for); she was more worried about if they had APLS, armor piercing laser rounds. Those things hurt like a bitch. APLS were bullets that emitted currents of electricity, with enough strength to kill a man in seconds. It was a double whammy; the pain of the actual bullet and the withering agony of thousands of volts of electricity coursing through your body.

They sucked. Even with the magnetic bracelets that absorbed most of the electricity, she would still take regular old bullets any day. "I so did not break cover!"

"Which is why we are currently running through a backwoods with four men chasing us, while they are shooting at us might I add." Yusei mumbled sarcastically, frantically looking for a good place to stop and finally bring the goons behind them down. Aki cursed as another clip emptied. Ducking back into the relative safety of the car, she scrambled back up towards the passenger seat.

"Screw it, I'm just wasting ammo right now. They are seriously armored; tires, windows, the works. Almost as good as ours, it would seem." She didn't even bother with a seat belt, instead busying herself with an open laptop that currently had up on screen a program constantly monitoring their vehicle. "No hits that will damage us, we are still good to go. Fuel is down to less than a quarter though, Yusei, you better find something quick."

He didn't answer, but she knew he was looking for the best place to fend them off. The trees flashed by in a blaze, and so did a couple of bullets. The dirt road they were on was loosely compacted, and even with Yusei's skillful driving, they had to take it slow. Their speed had dropped from over 100 mph, to just under 40. He'd be damned if they died in a car crash from speeding. Finally, he spied a rising of the ground about 100 feet to their left. And thank the gods, the trees chose to clear out right at the base of the hill, allowing him an easy drive up. "Aki, get ready."

She closed the laptop, and threw herself in the back once again, sorting through used clips and reloading guns that needed to be reloaded. "I'll take left." She called out as Yusei sped up and turned sharply to the left, tires squealing, dirt flying, and bullets zinging past them. All she got was a nod of affirmation, but that was all that was needed. He pushed onwards, reaching the top of the hill just as the boys reached the base.

He quickly threw the wheel hard to the left once again, spinning the car and pointing it towards the east, facing away from the glare of the setting sun and facing the hit men staring coolly back at them from behind the protective coverings of their opened doors. Their car was exactly the same as theirs, black, unmarked, and carrying enough weaponry to level half of the wood they currently stood in, all while protecting the people inside with armor that would make any tank driver green with envy. Since their cars were so similar, Yusei could only guess that their doors were armored as well, just like theirs. He opened the door, and making sure to keep behind the door, so as not to get his foot shot off, he kicked down a piece of metal that was folded up against the door. It fell down, landing with a heavy thump, only showing that with its three inches of steel it would faithfully protect any body part that would normally be exposed in a firefight behind car doors. Without it, they would have most certainly gone for the legs. Smirking, he noticed that they hadn't thought of that, and their ankles and shins were exposed.

He heard more than saw Aki repeat the same thing on the right side of the vehicle, and then grabbing a black duffel bag. She ducked out of sight and scrambled silently across the front seat. The open door on both sides would decrease their chances of getting shot at; they would think that there were two targets on two sides, instead of two targets on one side. And until their little ruse was up, which would last until they both took their first shots and dropped two men, then would be fairly safe. She set her bag down in-between them, and moved over to the far side, the side farthest from the body of the car.

"Where do I shoot?" she asked calmly, turning towards him and handing him a gun from her massive duffel bag of doom. She knew that he wasn't just looking out of the window for fun; instead he was scouting out potential weaknesses that would make their job easier and quicker. He would know any and all weaknesses since their sedans were so alike. Of course, Yusei had found those weaknesses through trial and error. This is how they did things; working seamlessly as a team together, working so close together their minds seemed almost connected.

"The hinges." He replied in the same cool tone of voice, finding room to look along his sight, while Aki did the same. "The idiots haven't figured out yet that they should be armored first before anything else.

Aki smirked tightly and all fell silent. Nothing seemed to move, neither the wind nor the hit men. Finally, after what seemed like ages of anticipation, one of them finally shot.

It went wide, and Aki guessed the one who shot was new, because she could hear the mutterings of his partner to him in reassurance. Fools, she thought dangerously as she shot a glance to Yusei, not even having to guess as to whether he heard the mutterings. He most defiantly heard them. You don't send a newbie to take down of the top Special Ops teams in the world. She twisted left, exposing the barrel of her gun. She fired, hitting the left door of the left vehicle, and blowing out one hinge. She quickly brought down the second as well, as Yusei did the same on the other side of the car. Both the doors dropped free and the men hiding behind them glanced down with shock, before their bullets brought them down.

They turned to the other car, and brought the doors down as well, but not before one of the men managed to sneak off and hide behind the bumper, out of sight of either of their bullets, while Yusei brought down the third man. "Damn." Yusei cursed quietly. Aki sighed, and then knowing she had to do this quickly or else Yusei might just kill her, she sprinted out from the cover of the sedan and ran for the tree line a couple feet away. She ignored the immediate shots that followed in her wake, and turned around and lined up quickly and fired. He went down, but not before getting one last round off. She twisted quickly and she was almost fast enough to dodge the bullet. But not quite. It gorged through her right bicep before she managed to reach the tree line, drawing a line of blood and a snarl from her lips.

Yusei shot her a look, with which she responded with an equally sharp look and motioned around the clearing. He pursed his lips, obviously not happy, but nodded all the same. Keep his side arm out, he ducked behind the back of the car and silently worked his way over to the trees on the other side of the clearing. Both of them, stepping lightly over fallen leaves and branches and making sure to keep an ear for noise, used the trees as cover as they walked down the hills and over to the fallen bodies. Pools of blood were gathering, and the doors were resting in haphazard piles, sometimes even lying on top of the bodies. They were not taking any chances though, checking each man's pulse point. After covering two and making sure that they were actually dead and not playing dead, she holstered her gun and began walking up the hill back towards their car.

She pulled out the first aid kit and started a half assed job of patching up her arm with her non-dominate hand. Yusei kneeled in front of her and redid everything she had just done, more neatly and better than anything she could ever do.

"Thanks." She stated quietly, as she maneuvered herself back into the passenger seat, knowing that he was still mad at her.

"No problem."

In the year 2012, chaos erupted all over the world. International crime truly over ran every single country. Governments failed, new governments came into being, and thousands died in the struggle for new power. The top countries in the world sent their leaders to what was widely considered to be the capital of the known trading world: Neo Domino City. Their hop was to find a way to control the problem and find it quickly. One man put forward the idea of an international policing force instead of the individual countries trying to handle the problem themselves.

That man and the man in charge of Neo Domino and its surrounding area known as Satellite: Rex Godwin.

American by birth, he had immigrated to Japan in the late 1970's as a teen with his family, and it had been uphill ever since, resulting in him basically controlling Neo Domino with his security force. Which he had then expanded to cover bases in every developed country, and many non-developed countries. He combined already existing police forces into one superpower, with unlimited access, almost unlimited power and influence, and money.

Lots and lots of money.

Throughout the next 18 years, he slowly brought the crime to a more manageable level, similar to what it was at before the disaster of 2012. His Security Force, the elite of the police world, was found not to needed as much anymore, instead the regular agents were left to help the governments of the countries they were already residing in. However, the last remaining remnants of the chaos were the most intelligent, the most powerful, and the richest. The last of the crime syndicates were not handled by the regular agents (Godwin had lost to many good men and women trying to put them up against this kind of crime), instead these crime lords were handled by the elite of the elite:

The International Security Special Operations. International Special Ops. The ISO. Or, the Agency.

It was all the same.

Thankfully, her wound did not require stitches.

Godwin, however, was still not pleased. "Izayoi. Did you not understand your mission? You were not to break cover." He stated coldly, his white gloved hands held in front of his face as always, elbows bent and placed on the hard wooden desk. The sun was rising and through the window that was at Godwin's back, Aki guessed the time to be around half past six. Both she and Yusei were standing in front of Godwin's massive desk, hands linked behind their backs, shoulders back, legs apart, and staring straight at Godwin. Only the best was allowed in ISO, and they were the best. Godwin only found it slightly unnerving that they would not break eye contact with him. Under that unnerviness was a sense of pride though. He had created them, molded them, into this. "Izaoyi. Answer the question."

"Permission to speak freely sir." She answered in clipped tones, neither her nor her partner's face moving.

"Denied. Answer. Did you not understand your mission?"

"I understood perfectly, sir. I found it necessary to break cover."

They still were not moving and Yusei even seemed to be staring at him more intently now. "Oh?" he raised an eyebrow. "Do tell."

"I believed my partner dead." Her voice ringed throughout the sudden silence, her quiet voice as always, carrying an impact that made his blood freeze. "Now sir, my partner and I have been up for over 24 hours, we have yet to eat, and I really want to stop my arm from bleeding. May we be excused?" Her voice was tightly controlled, obviously restraining herself from directly telling him to piss off and stomping out of the office. Yusei was looking like he wanted to do the same thing. He eyed them both, wondering like many others, just what the relationship was between them.

Inter-departmental relationships were frowned upon greatly, and in his world, frowned upon translated into either 'fired' or 'dead'.

Godwin made a gesture with one hand. "I expect a typed report at 0900, from both of you." They both left the office and him with his thoughts, neither speaking a word.

The walk to the elevator was silent, all other employees of the ISO stepping out of their way, bowing and murmuring their names (Fudo-sama, Aki-sama, welcome back), like they actually cared about them. The ride in the elevator was silent (whir, whir, whir went the gears). The drive back to the mansion where all twenty some agents of the ISO lived was silent as well (anger and guilt were guarding their minds and tongues).

Yusei pulled into the small garage that belonged to him, with his extensive love for cars and other motor vehicles. Martha, the caretaker of the hold mansion and a mother to all of them, but most especially to Yusei, Aki, and a few special others, had been so fed up with Yusei taking up all the garage space had just given him the keys to the locked doors and said, "Get your crap outta here." He turned the car off, and they both just sat there for a few seconds. It was very dark, and they could hear the faint clicks of the engine cooling down.

"You thought I was dead?"

She nodded, eyes staring hollowly out of the window. "Yeah." He swallowed, and leaned back against his seat, arms in front of him still holding on to the steering wheel.

"Why did you-?"

"I saw you go down, and I just panicked." She blurted, turning to face him. "I heard a gunshot, I saw you hit the floor, and I-I just…"

"And that was enough to make you break the cover that took us weeks to forge?" he snapped angrily, their motto, their creed, running continuously through his head; 'Never break cover, never fail the mission. The mission is above your family, your friends, your lover; the mission is your life.'

She just looked at him, and he knew that he would have done the exact same thing. "This is getting too dangerous."

She smiled bleakly, and he saw the pain in her eyes, of being told once more that she was too dangerous to love. "Good thing we're doing it, and not someone else. After all, best of the best. We're the only ones who could handle it."

"And look how well we are." He muttered. She sighed.

"It was bound to happen someday. The sexual tension was there from day one." He chuckled dryly, and turned his body to look at her, noticing the chill that was entering his bones without the heater running.

"We should go inside." She sighed and nodded, as they both stepped from the car, each carrying duffel bags full of weapons and clothing. He locked the car, and shut the lights off. He stepped outside to see Aki waiting for him. He locked the door and started towards the house and the kitchen where they could see one or two bodies moving around sleepily. He pulled her up short a few feet from the house and tugged her out of sight.

"That conversation never happened." He warned with a low voice, a bare hands-breath separating their bodies. He could feel the warmth coming from her heavily coated body. She smiled that sad smile that once could barely see, and he hated himself all the more for it.

"Of course not." She said, no emotion in her voice at all. She turned away from him and walked into the kitchen where cries of delight and welcome met their ears. She left him staring at her back with a hard cast to his eye.

It had to be done. Their job was too dangerous. It sucked the life out of any person in it, and the good ones only lasted a few years. They both feel into the later category. Neither could afford the things that would take from them if they lost the other. How many rules would they break? He refused to think about her though; her eyes, her smile that only he saw, her mind, her body, her perfectness for him.

No. Even those thoughts were dangerous. He followed in her wake, receiving the same cries of welcome as she did, and he met her eye. The look was short, and sad, and filled with broken promises. It was full of memories of late nights, and of feelings of old pain and anger.

In the end though, there was no such thing as love in the Agency. Lust, surely, but not love.

In the Agency, their creed was their life. Their mission was their life. It spoke nothing of partners, and it surely didn't speak of love.