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Ally of Justice Kaibaman

Chapter 21

Seto had always known that someone would eventually figure out who he was – he was pretty sure someone like Yugi knew from the beginning – and since Tristan was on the Police Force, he was also a possibility; however, he also noticed, from afar, that the shorter brunette lacked subtlety. He had some sort of recording device, Seto had seen him playing with it in his pocket; but it wasn't anything the CEO couldn't handle.

"Take a seat," Seto offered one of the dark brown, leather chairs. He and Joey took their place on the couch across from him and Seto pulled out a pen to play with, twirling it in his fingers and twisting the top.

Tristan grinned. "Don't do that, it looks incriminating."

Seto calmly placed the pen on the table between them. "Ok, so ask your questions."

"Alright." Tristan nodded but didn't actually know where to start. "I get the How, but I need the Why. Why did you become Kaibaman?"

"It began as a drawing for a new card; but when my products started going missing from the docks, I decided to investigate myself when your friends at the PD wouldn't. On the way home I saved a woman – it started from there."

"I see. Who else knows?"

"Mokuba, naturally, Joey and Roland." Seto crossed his legs at the knee. "What do you plan to do to them?"

Tristan smirked. "As much as I like Mokuba, he and Roland are accomplices; Joey's unstable due to the recent death of two family members. Your Dad was buried the other day, by the way."

"WHAT!" Joey screeched. "I'm not unstable!"

"Joe, all this talk of 'Red' clearly shows-"

"It shows fuck all! He's real and Kaiba can back me up on it!" He looked to the CEO. "Right?"

"Unless the Mutt wants me dead all of a sudden, then yes, Red is real."

Tristan shook his head. "No, you'll have to do better than that."

"RED!" Joey yelled, as though the former Blade of Chaos was somewhere else in the mansion and not sharing his body. Seto rubbed his ear to make the ringing stop. Joey stood and walked over to the mirror above the fireplace, only seeing his own reflection. "Damn, he must be out cold..."

"Joey..." Tristan sounded concerned.

The blonde dropped onto the couch again. "You know, back in the day you would have believed me..."

"I know; but psycho criminals throw crap like this at us all the time. Give me a break."

"No! You give me a break. There is nothing wrong with me. Nothing!" He shook his head. "If I can get him to talk to you then I know you'll believe me." He thought for a moment and then closed his eyes. "Give me a minute, ok?"

Seto's brow furrowed. "What are you doing?"

"He usually comes to me, but I'm going to see if I can go to him." He cracked an eye open to look at the brunette. "When he takes over...you..."

"I know, but was exhausted the last time we spoke so I don't think we need to worry."

Joey nodded and closed his eye again. After a moment, he found himself in the centre of a thick, black fog; he spun on the spot, trying to find his doppelganger in the darkness. "Red?"

"Isn't there a saying?" A deep, smooth voice echoed around the blonde. "Let sleeping demons lie?"

"Is that what you are?"

A tall figure stepped out of the fog behind him, dressed in a long, black coat, trousers, and red waistcoat over a white shirt; his long, black hair fell over one red eye. He had a long jaw line and a smooth face, as pale as a china doll. "I suppose so."

Joey whirled around, eyes growing wide. "Whoa...That's what you really look like?"

"No, Sherlock, I just look like this to confuse you."

"Really?"

Red rolled his one visible eye. "Idiot, this is the real me; but taking up your form in the mirror is just easier. Understand?" He watched Joey nod. "Now, what was with all the yelling?"

"Ugh, Tristan's here...could you...?"

"Do I really have to?" The blonde glared at him. "Fine. Fine; but I want something in return."

"What?"

"I'm not sure, yet. Relax this time; it'll make the switch smoother for us both." He began to fade and Joey slowly felt himself lose the connection to his body, feeling weightless. When Red opened his eyes, he found both Tristan and Seto staring at him; he draped his arms over the back of the couch and rested his temple against one, half-curled, hand. "Afternoon."

Tristan looked to Seto. "I don't see a difference."

Red rolled his eyes and walked over to the mirror. "You have too much hair, Joey." At that, Joey gave him the finger. Red turned to Tristan again, spun the heavy chair with one hand, and leaned in close. "See it now?"

"Whoa..."

"The name's Red, formerly the Blade of Chaos, I inhabit this body and I am Lord of the Red; also, I killed Joey's Father so he wouldn't have to waste his life with that pathetic excuse for a human. Understand?" Tristan nodded nervously and Red dropped back into his seat. "Can I go back to sleep? That shockwave attack really takes it out of a guy..."

"Stay for a while." Seto smirked. "This could get interesting."

"WHAT THE HELL!" Tristan yelled, shaking the chandelier above, and pointing at Red. "How the hell do you even exist? Yugi destroyed the Blade of Chaos!"

Red rolled his head back tiredly. "There was a small piece left inside of Joey's mind; from there, I fed off the small bits of despair he felt over the years – most of them were caused by his Father – and when his Sister died...well, you know the rest."

"So why kill him?" Seto asked.

"Because I hated the man. Useless piece of nothing was barely worth my time, but he caused Joey physical pain over the years; I need the body, so I took him out." At that, Seto chuckled. "What?" Red looked to him. "What has amused the invincible Kaibaman?"

The CEO smirked. "Oh, I just think you care for Joey more than you let on."

"Uh-huh." Red rolled his eyes. "That's why, up until a few days ago, I was willing to let him disappear for good."

Tristan frowned. "What happened?"

"Bakura happened. That stupid Shadow Realm is no match for me, but it's been a while since I've flexed my powers – it's tiring."

The pair watched Tristan run his hands through his hair. "My boss isn't going to believe this."

Red grinned. "Which part? You best friend being possessed by an evil sword, or Moneybags playing superhero?"

"Both..." he sighed.

"Well then." Seto stood and gestured to the door. "It seems like we're finished here."

"Yeah, I guess so." The shorter brunette stood and made his way out.

"Back to sleep I go," Red yawned.

Seto heard the main door close and held up his hand. "Wait for it."

Red heard Tristan scream and looked to the CEO. "What did you do?"

Seto picked up the pen and twisted the top again with a triumphant smirk. "Let's just say he doesn't have the evidence he needs."

Red chuckled. "Sly bastard. I could learn to like you." He slouched in his seat and closed his eyes. "Could, but...won't."

Seto sat next to the blonde again and gently shook him. "Joey?"

He slowly opened his eyes. "Did he behave?"

Seto smiled softly. "He gave Tristan a fright, but yes, he was too tired to cause trouble."

The blonde grinned. "Awesome. Now what's for dinner?"