MMMR: Parallel Works Zero

The mood of this room was...for lack of better words.

Tense.

Not even in the normal sense of tense. This was a stronger form of tension, one that Jason Beck never expected to see from this group of brilliant and ruthless minds.

Denial of Defeat? That's what this meeting was all about.

"Gentlemen!" Beck declared from his pedestal gaining the attention of the bored, tense, angry, disheartened and volatile members, "Welcome to the International and Interplanetary Assembly of Civilized Criminals."

"Who came up with a piss-shit name like that?"

"Who cares." A russian terrorist with a brace over his neck barked at the Irish gangbanger, "As long as I can have my vengeance on Price and all of the American Dogs!"

"Just leave the soap for me." An old man with an eye-patch and an army uniform stated before he launched into a rant that Beck was starting to grow tired of, "I lost an eye, five years after I lost 30,000 men, both in the blink of an eye. And the world just...fucking watched!"

"Rough story bro," A Jamaican eating cake stated, "Want some of my boys to wack them?"

"No..." The General said to the jamaican, "I'll kill that little..."

"Stop eating my seseme cake." An African general asked the jamaican with a smile before it turned into a snarl, "STOP! EATING MY SESEME CAKE!"

"Nigga shut your ass up!" A woman from the hood of the USA yelled before brandishing a submachine gun.

"Darkie! Did you speak when you's wasn't spoken to?" A man in a ridiculous ghost custom demanded as everyone of african descent gave the man a very violent look.

"Enough." A man with orange shaded glasses stated and everyone listened, "If you would Mr. beck?"

"Thanks, before we go any further, we'll go into roll call." Beck stated as he brought out a list, "Shadow Company?"

"Present."

"Russian Mafia?'

"Here you capitalist dog."

"Must be having a nice day, Yakuza?"

"Present."

"Albanian Mafia?"

"You see us."

"Irish Resistance?"

"Right next to ya, you catholic piece of shi-"

"That'll be all." Not that Beck blamed the Irish for being angry because of Britannia, "Blood Diamond Rapist Drug Lords?"

"Here."

"Triads?"

"Fuck you."

"Lovely, Serbian Mafia?" Said representative gave Beck the turkey, "Okay...Yardies?"

"You wanna play some poke mon?"

"Not right now." Those tended to be as dangerous with Russian Roulette the "fully loaded" version, "BET Underground?"

"Cracka do you see any other niggas in this room?" The woman turned to the African drug lords as if they were the ones who started trouble, "Wanna fight poor-ass bitch niggas?"

"After the meeting." Beck reprimanded, if a fight broke out here then no one would be going home, "Axe Gang?"

"Present."

"Surprise...surprise..." Beck stated, stunned at the identity of the Axe Gang leader, "Neo Nazis?"

"Hail Hitler!"

"He's dead." Ignoring the Neo-Nazi's glare, Beck continued, "Al Queda?"

"Osama lives!"

"Of course." The master thief wasn't surprised that they were still in denial, "Castro Inc.?"

"Are there any other cigars around here?"

"Do it outside," Castro the Third was just as bad as his father, "Knights of the Ku Klux Klan?"

"We's gonna hang us some negros?"

"After the meeting!" Beck hated it when they did that, especially with some present members, "Ocean's Twenty-One?"

"They're out on a job."

"Alright, David Xanatos?"

"He's not in this fanfic."

"Oh...where did this note come from?" Beck crumbled up the note and shot it into a trash can before he continued, "Gigantic Talking Turkey Sub?"

"He quit remember?"

"DAMN IT GIGANTIC TALKING TURKEY SUB!" He had far too much information and dirt on everyone to be left alone and even Beck was worried now, "Mounted Tiger Head?"

"Are we on Lunch Break?"

"Did you even prepare for this meeting?"

"No." Who invited him to these meetings anyway? He's never prepared!

"Champ Inc.?"

"Where else?"

"Great to hear you my friend!" Beck called out to Mr. Champ before he went on, "League of Self-Thinking Machines?"

"Bite my shiny metal ass."

"No thank you. Tourist Op?"

"And here I thought there was no room for tourists?"

"Long as they pay. Sparkler Hunters?"

"Open season's coming soon."

"Looking forward to it." Everyone accounted for or dead, Beck decided to get the meeting underway, "Gentlemen, this closing session of this crime decade shows that we'll have a few more problems in the next one. Thoughts about this?"

"The people need to be silenced." Makarov began with that same violent tone that wasn't lessened by his broken neck, "I say incite another string of rebellions."

"But half of us already control their governments," The Triad representative stated, "And that hasn't shut them up!"

"Maybe we should extort more money from the banks."

"What money?"

"Good point." Beck said in response to the discussion between BET and the Serbs, "Global Warfare?"

"Done to death, everyone's expecting that."

"Fine." Beck acknowledged for Black Company's General, "Budget cuts for anyone?"

"Frankly, we're losing money with the sex trade," The Albanian crime boss managed with a stutter from horrible memories from a certain CIA father, "We're thinking of losing it."

"It's of poor taste anyway." Beck admitted, "Other suggestions?"

"We're expanding our protection rings."

"Fine." Beck nodded to the Yakuza and then looked around the room, "Any heists in the works?"

"We've spotted a Lunar convoy going to Mars," Rosewater stated before his phone rang, he opened it up and read a text before putting it back into his pocket, "My men are already taking it over."

"Great!" Beck shouted in an attempt to get this group enthusiastic, "What about the playboy industry?"

"We've yet to control the rate of online porn," The Tourist reported, "Until we do, we're losing more money than we're spending."

"Drop it then." Beck suggested, "Drug trades?"

"Shepard screwed us over."

"I told you to keep them out of American borders."

"Well it's kind of hard when they keep fucking expanding!"

"Language sir," Beck said to the drunken Irishman, "Hitmen groups?"

"They're turning against us." Shepard stated as he lit a cigar that he'd snatched out of Castro's hand, "Same with the sleeper agent groups."

"Joy." Beck said, trying hard to scream how badly that idea was doomed to fail from the start, "Set-ups and blackmail?"

"They keep calling the bluffs and taking initiative on confessing."

"Sad." The Yardies weren't too subtle about that kind of thing, "Control of illegal music downloads?"

"They ignore us too."

"Not surprised." Beck said in an apologetic tone to the Klansman, "Slavery Rings?"

"The slaves keep revolting!"

"Again, not surprised." Again, Beck was trying hard to keep from yelling at the African drug lord, "Video Game torrent rings?"

"What rings?" The Yakuza boss stated as he brought up a broken katana to symbolize his lost honor in this area, "The gamers are cooperating with their governments in exchange for legal copies of the games they're downloading! It is disgraceful!"

"There's something that I didn't see coming." Beck lied to keep this man from committing ritual suicide, "So in short gentlemen, we're on the verge of bankruptcy, no?"

Most in the room grew more quiet, almost like they were trying to ignore Beck's question.

"I believe that I can resolve this dilemna." The viewscreen behind Beck said as it turned on and revealed a phrase saying "Audio only" in Japanese.

"Mr. Tokita, please take over from here."

"Gladly." Beck flipped over his pedestal and sat indian style on the meeting table as the screen continued to speak, "For obvious, imagery reasons, I can only communicate with you gentlemen over an audio-only channel."

"Understood, get to the point."

"Very well." Mr. Tokita stated in response to Makarov's interruption, "My company is already organizing a weapon's exhibition event between myself and my allies and adversaries to show off the weapons of the near-future."

"The purpose of this exhibition is two-fold. Obviously, to display the power of our new inventions, particularly mine, in order to gain the official financial backing to mass-produce these models on a larger scale and sell them to the highest bidder amongst nations."

"So you're giving these machines to the capitalist dogs-"

"I said nations, not empires." Tokita clarified to Makarov, one of the most wanted men in the world. "If the Federation, Britannian's or American's wish to purchase these products, their individual member states will have to do so."

"Sowing the subtle seed of disunity." The Triads boss, a Doctor in the study of Sun Tzu's Art of War "I like it, my men will like it more."

"And with more money goin towards national defense, we'll finally be able to resume..." The BET woman couldn't contain her joy as she burst out, "THE DESTRUCTION OF BLACK PEOPLE!"

"Least we's agree on that." The KKK Arc-dragon admitted as the BET representative continued to laugh evily, "What's the second fold?"

"General Shepard and Mr. Makarov have assisted me greatly with this next part." Mr. Tokita continued, "From the moment that they enter, the companies will have all of their financial information searched with only the mention of their company name or the name of any one person associated with it. Using this information, I will make a withdrawal from their accounts, one that will purge them to the point of bankruptcy."

"And then you use that money to buy the companies?"

"Exactly." Tokita answered the Albanian representative, "My project receives the funding it requires and without legal jurisdiction or proof, no one will be able to touch me. And all of you will receive a bountiful reward for your parts in this plan."

"And more victims for our operations." Beck stated as he saw the moods of this assembly rise, "Everyone wins!"

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Everyone head in the room turned to the back where the sound of slow clapping was heard. And growing louder as the clapper in question walked closer to the meeting.

"Bravo, bravo," A black haired and unusually affeminate young man stated as he continued to clap, "Masterful scheme. I'm impressed."

"Who let this kid in?" The African Drug Lord asked as his men took out their guns.

"He did." Lelouch stated, pointing to the lone guard in the back who hadn't made a move to stop this boy, "All I did was ask."

"Give me one reason why my hoe here shouldn't break in your face with her sharpened brass nails?" The BET rep asked as one of her guards stood up and started stalking over to the young man with a strong intention for violence.

"Because she wants to do a trick for you." The boy stated as he looked into the woman's eyes and brushed the bangs of his hair as he put a pencil on the table, "My dear, make this pencil disappear."

"What kind of-" The Irishman was cut off when the guard abruptly stopped and slammed her head onto the part of the table where the pencil was and slumped onto the floor, limper than a fish save for a nervous twitch of her legs, "The..."

"Could've been cleaner," The young man noted with disinterest as the crime lords looked at him with anger and shock. He then singled out the Yakuza boss with his finger, "But I don't too much about this suit, after all, you're the one who bought it."

"What do you want kid?" Beck asked as he motioned with his hand for the Yakuza boss to lower his katanas. Only a descendant of the Samurai would bring a sword to a gunfight...and do well with it, "He's got no way out anyway, what do we gotta be scared of?"

"You clearly don't know who I am." The young man said and grew somewhat more serious when he saw a note of recognition from the parties based in Europe, "No...you do, I'm just a potential hostage right now, aren't I?"

"Hit it on the nail, son." The KKK leader said as one of his men and a Neo-Nazi ran over to grab the young man, but their hands never reached him because not only did they stop moving upon meeting the boy's eyes, but another newcomer had thrown an arm across the Neo-Nazi's skull and drove his other hand onto the cap of the Klansman's head.

Neither moved after they fell.

"Though my associate here," The young man continued, unaffected by the mobster's sheer terror shown from the presence of the Black masked figure in a victorian fashioned outfit and cape, "Disagrees." They all immediately stood up. Some to fight, others to run and a few to just stand.

"Sit down...if the Black Knights wanted all of you dead-"

"You'd be dead by now," The young man said to the on-edge crime lords, "My associate is merely here to ensure that you sit down and listen."

"Go on, Prince Lelouch."

"Thank you, Mr. Rosewater." The eleventh prince of Britannia said to the still calm Rosewater and then began, "First, before I go to my proposal, I will diagnose your problems. Rewind back to 1999, all of you were the kings of the world and even after Second Impact and 9/11, even trigger-happy Bush wouldn't cross any of you..."

"But what about-"

"That was Obama, not Bush." Lelouch clarified, earning a snarl from the jihadist, "Anyway, from four years ago to today...something happened. What? Have you all been on a four year drinking binge? Still crying over watching the prom king take your date backstage and rock her world?"

"You little!" One of Shepard's men walked over with a night stick, apparently offended by Lelouch's comment and raised it to bash the young man's head into his brain. But Lelouch's associate black knight elbowed the man in the back and wrapped his arm around his neck and a series of unsettling crunches were heard as Zero effortlessly broke too many places in the man's spine to bother counting.

"Must it always end in violence?" Lelouch asked as Zero let the soldier drop to the ground dead while Shepard snatched another cigar from Castro, "Anyway, now here you are in a little group therapy session, scared out of your minds that a terrorist leader like most of you and some little prince whose no where near in line for his father's throne."

"Who says we're scared of you?"

"You're reactions when I first entered." Lelouch pointed out to Castro, whose nervousness only rose when he failed to find a cigar, "But this isn't about me...is it? I know the truth. I know why all of your rings have lost money. I know why your men are getting more scared of their jobs then their supposed victims are of them. I know why you've all lost your edge in the criminal underground. Why you've lost your footing in the global economic picture."

"Seto Kaiba." Now Beck was getting ticked and if that was the case then everyone else was close to the boiling point, "I'm right, aren't I?" There wasn't a single man in this room who hadn't heard of Kaiba's rising company, or had lost something to the little bastard's rise. In short, if there was a list of people in the world that everyone in the room could agree on hating, Kaiba would be somewhere in the top 5.

If he wasn't number 1.

"Kaiba's a whore." Shepard stated as he threw away a used up cigar while Castro looked on powerlessly, "He only acts to gratify his fucking ego."

"Exactly." The mobster's anger only grew because they knew that Lelouch was right, "To Kaiba, this is all a game and he won't feel like he's won until his enemy is completely broken. See, Kaiba hasn't only bought out your legal partners and marginalized your areas of influence and fear, he's also showing the world your true colors. In his mind, showing them just how stupid they are for ever being afraid of bullies and losers like all of you."

"The people? Forget about them." Beck took out a comb to fix his afro as Lelouch continued, "They're just symptoms of the true problem. Kaiba, whether he cares or not, has become their rallying cry. The catalyst that tells them that they can make a difference. If some little orphan boy can become the head of one of the most powerful companies in the world, then they can throw off the shackles of their oppressors."

"And without someone to oppress, the foundations of your organizations fail." Lelouch pulled his legs up onto the table as the bitter criminal lords just watched him, "And then, when they rise, you fall."

"As for Mr. Tokita's plan, and the back-up plan that I know you've also set up, drop them while you can." The screen showing Mr. Tokita had remained completely silent as Lelouch spoke, "As soon as you step foot into that Exhibition, Kaiba will eat you alive. He has no red tape, he has no boundries, he has no jurisdiction, if you piss him off with this plan, he will destroy you and ignore the UN's attempt to negotiate a cease-fire."

"I mean, remember what happened when Wal-Mart sent him a faulty watch?" Some of the Klansmen cringed at the memory as Tokita signed out and some mobster's simply broke down, "I believe that I've proven my point. Acceptance is always the first step."

"So what do you propose, Black Prince?"

"Simple," Lelouch said to Rosewater, "Kill Kaiba." The Black Prince was unmoved when most of the criminal lords began to laugh at his plan.

"Kill Seto Kaiba...not a bad job," Beck acknowledged as the room continued to ring with nervous laughter. "Except for one question, if this is so easy, then why haven't you done it?"

"If you don't have a reason to oppose someone then don't antagonize them."

"What will it take to give you a reason?" Makarov asked threateningly and intrigued at the same time.

"Well," Lelouch moved his mouth from side to side while he tried to think up a word, "Half."

"Of our earnings?"

"Of all shares in the companies you still have affiliations with or own," The laughter instantly stopped now, Beck wasn't surprised, "If you don't have your own company, I'll take half of the shares that you still have...or cookies from your grandma's kitchen."

"Oh that's it little cracka!" The BET Representative yelled as she pulled out a submachine gun and held it gangsta style at Lelouch along with her guards, "Time to bust a cap in those pretty eyes!"

"Ah yeah! I'll settle for a smartass catholic!" The Archdragon of the Klan cried as he and his guard pulled out hunting rifles and leveled them on Lelouch, "You've got a pretty mouth son, we'll go for that first."

"But why point those guns at me?" Lelouch asked as Zero remained silent behind him. "When you can point them at yourselves?" Then, for no reason that Beck could think of, The Klansmen and BET reps were pointing their guns at their own heads while they stood wide-eyed and in shock at what was happening.

"What the hell is this?"

"The Black Prince is not going to budge on his proposal." Brother Anchor pointed out, "I assume that there is a time limit for a decision?"

"Yes." Lelouch answered as he stood up from his chair as though he'd become bored, "You have two weeks."

"You think that you can just barge in here and humiliate us like this?" The Neo Nazi rep asked in outrage, but barely kept from reaching for his own gun.

"Isn't that what I'm doing?"

"We can't touch you. But we can touch your friend." The Neo Nazi stated as he pointed to the still silent Zero, "The Underground's putting a hit out on you Zero! 250 million dead, 500 million alive so I can kill you myself and dump your corpse on the prince's dining table."

"I see that we won't be getting anywhere today." Lelouch said to himself as he brushed his hand across his forehead and the Klansmen and BET groups dropped their arms and guns, "You'll able to find me when you're ready to talk." Then Lelouch turned from the meeting and stunned the group when the guard in the back simply opened the door for him and Zero and then closed it like they were honored guests.

"What was that?"

"The Black Prince and his Black Knight of Zero." Beck stated before he waited for a moment for this event to sink into the minds of these criminal minds, "Whose for an earlier dismissal?"

No one voted nay or veto for that motion.

Author's Notes:

Thus concludes this Parallel Works of Mighty Morphin Mecha Rangers!

Once again, I have no idea as to how many of these I will make, but if anyone has any requests, then shout them out and I will deliver!

Thanks for reading and stay tuned for future chapters of MMMR!