AlexJai: My other story, 'The Perfect Match' was such a success! I love Yami/Kaiba so I decided to do another one. Although, this storyline is very different, it still has the same type of relationship/bickering of the other one. It was extremely hard to write this story . . . you know, thinking of all the ideas and things to happen. I have to make it exciting since it involves ESPIONAGE! Well, on with the first chapter and don't forget to REVIEW!
Summary: Yami is a secret agent of International Espionage. He has to protect Kaiba, who's an inventor and a target for the mysterious group of corporate leaders, 'The Consul'. Follow them on their adventure as Yami tries to find out exactly why 'The Consul' wants Kaiba and ends up discovering something about himself that he feels for the inventor.
Disclaimer: Sigh . . . No, I do not own Yugioh . . .
INTERNATIONAL ESPIONAGE: DOMINO DISTRICT
Mission One: Obtain the Target
It was a long day of work. Kaiba was still trying to find the missing link to his invention. He was trying to create a generator that would allow holograms to become real. Well, real in the sense that they could be touched, react to the world around them, and even emit their own scents. If he found the missing reactor to charge the generator, he would earn millions, maybe billions, and be considered the greatest inventor of the century.
But as his attempts had failed once again today, he found himself at the local bar near his apartment. It was an ordinary bar: televisions showing the news or some sports program, tables filled with single men or men trying to escape their rampaging wives, a kind bartender you could confess all your problems to, and his personal favorite, men like him; ones who felt almost hopeless with life and needed a strong drink.
The strong drink tonight was a Cerebellum. As he downed the first shot, the vodka burned his throat pleasantly.
The door to the bar opened. Kaiba sat there still feeling the sensation of the alcohol going down into his body. A woman sat down at the bar a couple seats away from him.
"And what can I get for you, miss?" asked Johnny, the bartender.
"A Crimson Passion, please." Her voice was deeper than most women's were, having a soothing tone to it.
"Crimson to match your eyes, huh?" Johnny smiled, taking out a glass and making her drink - a drink that signified she preferred a fruitful taste to a raw, alcoholic one like his Cerebellum.
Kaiba now took the time to survey the woman. She had raven-colored hair that gracefully flowed to her lower back. The dim lights glistened off it, making Kaiba want to reach out and caress the silky strands.
Kaiba's eyes roamed further down. She was wearing black, remarkably tight, vinyl pants on slender legs. Opposing her tight pants was a cloak that draped over her small shoulders. It disappointingly hid what she was wearing on the top. Kaiba did admit that she was very attractive.
Johnny set her drink down in front of her. He looked at Kaiba, who gave him a nod. Johnny gave him another Cerebellum.
Kaiba downed it, closing his eyes to enhance the feeling of the vodka. When he opened his eyes, he glanced over to the alluring woman. As if knowing he was staring, she turned her head to look at him.
Kaiba knew he must have been gaping. Her eyes were a color he had never seen before; they could not have been natural with such a captivating color. The woman smirked at him, her strikingly scarlet eyes glinting with amusement.
Kaiba turned back to his empty glass.
"I've never seen such a lovely lady like you here before. What brings you here?" Johnny asked the woman.
"A hard day at work," the mysterious woman answered in that voice that seemed to penetrate Kaiba's ears, no matter how much he tried to listen to something else, like the television audibly announcing the weather for the next few days.
"And it looks like another moderate week in Domino . . ."
"Where you from?"
" . . . High's in the 70's . . ."
"I live more up north near downtown."
" . . . Tuesday will have isolated showers . . ."
"That's a far way from here."
" . . . Wednesday will be warmer with clouds . . ."
"I'm down here for some important business."
" . . . Thursday a little windy . . ."
"Oh. You met someone down here?"
" . . . Friday will warm up considerably . . ."
"I'm meeting someone down here."
" . . . Saturday will be very hot . . ."
"A date?"
Kaiba tuned the television out and looked at the woman from the corner of his eye.
"An arrangement." Kaiba saw her set a few bills on the counter. "I should be leaving so I'm not late for it."
"Come back again," Johnny grinned.
The woman stood up from her barstool. Kaiba glanced at her once more and she sent him a playful wink. Kaiba's entranced eyes followed her as she left the bar.
"Definitely a looker," Johnny commented, wiping the counter with a rag.
Making up his mind, Kaiba quickly threw some money down and hurried out of the bar. When the crisp, night air hit his face, he looked down both ways of the alley. There was nothing. He looked towards the street and was about to walk out to it when the compelling voice pierced his ears.
"You followed me."
Kaiba immediately turned and saw her standing there, poised, bewitching.
"Yeah," was all he managed to say as he stared into her radiant ruby eyes.
"What for?" she asked, taking a step towards him. He couldn't take a step back as his legs felt immobile. He was too enthralled.
"I-I don't know," Kaiba replied as she took another step.
An elegant grin tugged at her luscious lips. She was now standing right in front of him, several inches shorter than he was.
"I know who you are," she whispered, in a seductive manner, taking one of her chilling, yet delicate fingers and lightly running it down his cheek. "Do you know who I am?"
Kaiba was hardly able to shake his head, his thoughts not even wondering on how she knew who he was. The sensation of the woman's finger caressing him, and her eyes . . .
The infatuating woman slowly raised up to whisper in his ear. "I'm an IE Secret Agent. I can become invisible when I want to, appear when I want to. And I always get what I want."
Kaiba couldn't even register what she was saying. His heart was racing as the woman's breath graced his ear.
"Do you know what I want?"
Kaiba barely breathed. "No."
"I want you . . . Kaiba."
Kaiba's eyes widened, shocked. How did she know his name?
Before he knew what was happening, the woman stepped away from him and the cool metal of a gun was pressed to the side of his forehead.
"Now you have two options," the woman steadily informed him. "A, you come with me unharmed, or B, I kill you."
Kaiba was too stunned to respond.
"Answer!" she ordered harshly as Kaiba heard a click.
"A-A!" He reflexively flinched, gravely hoping she wouldn't pull the trigger.
A devilish smile spread across that forbidden, mesmerizing face.
"Good choice." She lowered the gun, then swiftly brushed past him.
Kaiba watched confounded as she swung her leg around and sat on a motorcycle that wasn't there before.
The obsidian motorcycle started and the woman looked up at him with that same devilish smile. "My name is Yami," the woman said putting on a matching black helmet. "And I'm not a woman."
Kaiba raised his eyebrows in utter dismay. He was still unable to say anything as the motorcycle zoomed away onto the street.
Suddenly a black car pulled up next to him. Kaiba didn't know where the hell that came from either, but it didn't matter as two, bulky men stepped out and grabbed him.
"Let go!" Kaiba shouted, struggling uselessly.
The two men threw him into the vehicle and entered after him. Kaiba desperately tried to open the other door, but only fumbled for the handle, as he couldn't see in the darkness.
"Stay still, or this will hurt."
Kaiba felt an unyielding hand squeeze his arm, and his sleeve was pulled up. A sharp pain stung his arm and he shortly began to feel light-headed.
What had he gotten himself into?
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
Like my first chapter of an excellent to come story? Man, men are so easily tricked . . . hehe . . . Anywho . . . REVIEW SO I KNOW IF I SHOULD CONTINUE AND WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT IT!