Today is Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Well I don't remember when this idea popped into my head, but it did, and I wanted to write it because of the guns XD Just kidding… kind of…
Summary: Yami is a spy and also a paid assassin. He is hired to spy on the new heir of the KC… But when the time comes to kill, will Yami be able to?
Warning: Yaoi (boy on boy), and in the later chapters killing.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.
My Paid Assassin
Chapter one: I need your service
A dark room…
Only the noise of turning pages is heard…
The fading light of a lamp barely illuminates the newspaper…
"The Dark Assassin Strikes Again…" A deep masculine voice is heard. "Hmm… I'm in the front page of the newspaper… It's been a while since I've appeared there…" A devilish small smirk forms in his lips. "Let's see what they have to say about me…" He props one of his legs on his oak desk and crosses the other one, resting it on top. He pushes himself from the desk, making the two rear legs of the chair he's sitting on, rest in mid air.
"And yet again, the Dark Paid Assassin struck again." He begins to read. "This time, it wasn't a millionaire, or middle class man; it was a regular man, who owned a little diner in Court Avenue. The cause of the killer murdering the man is unknown; all that is known is that the man was shot in the heart three times, assuring his death…" He paused turning the page. "We interrogated the man's wife, Crystal, and she told us: 'I was in the kitchen, washing the dishes, and my husband was watching TV in the living room when all of a su-' "
"BOSS!" The hyperactive voice of a man is heard all around the building.
As the blond man enters the dark room and turns on the lights, Yami loses his balance, the chair flies of landing under the desk, Yami lands flat on his back and the newspaper he was holding, is now making its way down on that said man's face. "JOOOOOEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" He roars.
"Ah… Are you okay boss?" Joey approaches the desk and bends forward to see if his boss was okay.
"Next time you enter my office like that…" He takes the newspaper of his face. "I'll make you dance with my gun…" He glares at the younger man.
"Oh… Sorry Yami." He walks around the desk and gets to where Yami is. "Let me help you up." He leans down stretching his arms.
"Don't! Touch me…" He gets up by himself. "You're a walking menace…" He says while dusting of. "Pick up the chair for me, please." He orders Joey.
"Sure." Joey crawls under the desk and Yami sits on it, his feet hanging and covering the hole which Joey used. "So… I was going to tell you that…" The blond pauses when he sees his boss's feet hanging. "A client just arrived at the door." He turns around, pushing the chair out of the other hole.
"And where is the client?" Yami gets off of the desk, landing on the ground, not permitting Joey to get out.
Joey, once more, turns around and gets out through the hole he initially came in from, while Yami picks up the chair and puts it on place. "Well… I left the client with Bakura and Marik…" Joey smiles innocently.
Yami's left eye twitches when he heard that. "Well… let's just hope for your sake that those two psychos haven't driven him crazy yet…" He pauses, as he walks around the desk and stops next to where Joey is standing. "And if they have… I advise you to run as fast as you can… If you don't want to end up in the hospital…" He emphasizes the word, if.
"Aha…" He says scared.
Yami walks away and Joey slowly tiptoes away, assuring that Yami didn't notice where he was going to hide.
Yami walks through the long hallway, looking around to see if he spots Bakura, Marik, and the client. "So, you're saying you like white wine more than red wine, huh?" The deep voice of a man named, Bakura, was heard. Yami continued on walking, knowing now that they were in the living room. "Yes, I do." An unknown voice for Yami comes from the near room.
As Yami approaches the room, Bakura and Marik's deranged laughs get louder; and as he turns around the corner, Bakura and Marik stop laughing, those two, already aware of their boss's presence. "Yes Yami, what can we do for you?" Bakura hung himself tight from the client's neck.
"Well one thing I want you to do is, to get off of his lap." Yami points out, as he sees Bakura sitting on the clients lap, like if he was Marik, his boyfriend.
"Humph, no."
"Marik, take your boyfriend away from this person." Yami approaches the three men, standing in between Marik, and Bakura and the client.
"Make me." He says, stubborn to help Yami.
"Oh, I'll make you." He, out of nowhere, gets out his gun and points it to Marik's head. The sound of the gun loading made Bakura and Marik react fast and take out their guns and point them to their boss; one gun pointing at Yami's chest, and the other one pointing directly to Yami's crotch. "Hardy, har, har Bakura." He says, noticing where Bakura's gun was pointing at.
"Hey… a shot of this baby will get you sterile, that's for sure."
Yami laughs, evilly, lowering his gun, unloading it and putting it on his back pocket. "What will make you two weirdoes get away from him…?" He gives up; knowing that tormenting them won't work.
Both Bakura and Marik lower their guns and put them aside. "Can we scare the shit out of your brother?" Bakura inquires, knowing that he just put his boss in a rough situation.
"But… Yugi… He… Damn you…" He mutters under his breath. "Just…" He hesitated. "Don't hurt him…" Yami closes his eyes, crushed by Bakura and his boyfriend.
"Yes!" Both of the weirdoes celebrate. Bakura gets off of the client and Marik stands up from the couch. "Bye-bye, sweetie pie." They once more say in unison, waving goodbye at their sweetie pie. Yami, a little baffled, raises his left eyebrow, and Bakura and Marik set out a big freaky laugh, slowly disappearing as they walked away.
Yami looks at the client, who seems rather tranquil; and that amazed Yami. Normally, people who have encounter Bakura and Marik get traumatized of their gay and psycho ways to annoy someone, and normally they don't get out of that trance after a day or two. But… he was different…"Umm, sorry for their ignorance and annoyance… They don't know the words average human being."
"It's okay… I'm quite used to those kinds of people…" He speaks standing up from the couch and stretching out his hand. "My name is Maximilian Crawford."
Yami takes his hand with a small smile. "I don't usually give my whole name out, so I'm just going to tell you this; around here I'm call Yami, and outside, they call me The Dark Assassin."
"Nice to meet you, Yami." He states, taking away his hand.
Yami puts down his arm. "Follow me." He turns around and begins to walk heading out of that room and entering the long passageway.
This three-story building is the headquarters of Domino's Paid Assassin Association, also known as the DPAA. From the outside, the building looks like a three-story house, which the neighbors know as the house where two of the most annoying neighbors live, and that's because the house is owned by Marik and Bakura, and they lend the first floor to the DPAA, for their special meetings.
10 people compose the DPAA. The head chief, Yami; the co-chiefs, Bakura and Marik; the main hacker, Joey; the gun expert, Mai; and the five remaining are the students that soon will become paid assassins.
Yami and Crawford arrive at Yami's office, and the three-colored haired man opens the door for the client, giving him permission to enter. The person enters the spacious room that once was the master bedroom, and Yami entered next, going directly to his chair and sitting there.
"Please sit." He invites him.
"Will do." He sits on one of the two chairs in front of the desk, opposite from Yami.
"Please state your business." He says as he took out some papers out of the desk.
"Well, I need your service. I need you to spy on the new heir of the KC."
Yami scribbled something on one of the papers. "And why do you want us to spy on this person you're talking about?"
"Because, last month, he just announced a new gaming system, and just a week ago he announced a new portable game, and everyone's expectative is really high, because since he became the CEO, his industry has gain a lot of money, and they say that at the end of the year, he could be the richest man on earth. And I don't want my card game industry to go down just because of a simple game."
"I see… So both of your companies are game industries?" He takes out his notebook and writes something on it.
"Yes." He affirms.
"Okay…" He takes a deep breath. "Our cost depends on the thing you want us to do and on the time you give us to do so…" He pauses and grabs a piece of paper. "The service you require is the spy service." He writes the word spy on the paper. "The minimum time you can give us is a week; that will cost you 100." He writes week=$100 on the paper
"Hundred?" He inquires, knowing that it won't cost him 100 dollars.
"One hundred thousand dollars." Crawford nods. "Or if you want, you can have the results in 2 weeks; that will cost you 80." He writes 2 weeks=$80. "Or we can bring your results in a month. I can say that this method is the best, it'll cost you 50, and it'll bring you bigger results as for information." He writes month=$50.
"Hmm…"
"So what do you say? Which one?" Yami asks.
"In a month." He states clearly.
"Good…" He writes something on the previous sheet of paper. "And to assure that we won't just get away with your money: the day that you want us to start, you pay us half of it; in this case 25,000. And the final day, we'll contact you, give you the information and you'll give us the remaining money."
"Okay… Do you accept checks?" He questions, getting out a checkbook.
"Of course." Crawford writes on the check the necessary amount of money and his signature. When he's done, he gives it to Yami. "Oh…I'll tell you our policy." He puts away the check, keeping it safe in his desk. "If the money isn't paid in the corresponding time, if you go to the police and blab our location, or do something alike, I'll have our best assassins hunt you down… and kill you. Understood?" He says, cold face and voice, saying that he wasn't fooling around.
"Understood." He affirms without any hesitation.
"Okay, so, I'll be your spy, and all you need is to sign here, which confirms that the things listed above are the things you want us to do," He points to a line, that under it said: client. "And sign here, this confirms that you know our policy and the consequences of violating it."
Crawford signs both sheets of paper. "I'm the one who's going to keep this." He puts the papers in the 'C' folder. "You're done. You may go now."
"Thank you." He stands up from his chair and bows down…
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"Waaaa." The crying of a little baby is heard.
"The baby…" A tall brunet quickly stands up from his chair and races to a sofa that was near his desk. "Shh, shh, shh. Don't cry." He whispers softly, so he wouldn't disturb the little black haired baby. "It's three o'clock; it's time for you to eat." He says nicely, rocking the baby.
Seto, while the baby was quiet, takes out a bottle with warm water and puts in some baby powder milk; closing it and shaking it well, he checks if it is warm enough and then slowly and carefully approaches it to the baby's mouth; the little one sensing the bottle, opens his mouth and begins to suck on it.
"That's it…" He smiles while encouraging the baby to eat. "You're so beautiful…" He caresses the baby's smooth head. "My little Mokuba…" He bends down to kiss the baby…
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Don't kill me for not updating the other ones… They are almost done… Well, hope you liked it. Please Review please.