AN: LOADS of violence and language. Well, no ones gonna use the word
'darn' or 'crud' when they're about to pee themselves in fear or kill
someone. Well I wouldn't! 'Tis a fact! Oh and there is a touch of Y/Y
pairing, though it's VERY subtle and implied.
Hurts XIX
"Kaiba?" Yami asked me.
"Huh?" I asked, turning to face me.
"KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE RA-DAMNED ROAD!!!" Yami screamed at me. I rolled my eyes and turned back. "Sorry about that. Uh, is this speed actually legal?"
"Nope." I shrugged. "Relax Yami. I've been driving since I was eleven. I've been trained by the best driving instructors in the world."
"Like who? Evil Conevil?" Yami snickered. Slightly, surprised that he knew about the modern day stunt devil, I shot him a glance out of the corner of my eye. He glared at me and I looked back at the road.
"No. Two New York cabbies, one retired NASCAR driver and a teacher from a stunt driving school." I told him.
"Explains the driving."
"Look, nothings going to happen to us." I sighed.
"It's not us I'm worried about!" Yami replied, hiding his face in fear as I did a sharp turn, barely missing another car.
"What were you going to ask me?" I asked, exasperated. What a coward.
"Oh, yea. Do you actually know where we're going?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do happen to know where were going. Being as I am DRIVING!"
"Jeez! No need to get mad!" Yami shrugged. "How do you know?"
"I ran a computer check my laptop is connected to my computer in the basement. Can't access a damn file from my main frame, but I can do searches. Your friends are in a warehouse in the sleazier areas of the city."
"Sleazy?" Yami snorted.
"What do you want me to say? It's an old whore-house alright?" I shrugged. "Anything else you wanted to know?"
"Not really." Yami told me. I nodded stiffly and pulled into a deserted alleyway. "Um, Kaiba? Aren't you supposed to be slowing down?"
I didn't answer, but continued on at my, now, highly illegal rate of speed. Doing a three-sixty turn, I slammed on the brakes and parks inches from a metal door. I patted the steering wheel.
"She handles well." I muttered. We got out of the car and looked over our first obstacle. Getting in.
"Kaiba? You got a plan?"
"Yes."
"Well, why aren't you telling me it?"
"I'm praying you've got a better one."
"Well, I haven't got even one." Yami sighed. "What's yours?"
"We cover the door in gasoline, then blow up my car." I mumbled. "One or two bullets and my engine becomes a bomb."
"Think it'll work?" Yami asked. I shrugged.
"It's got a high success rate then ramming the car into the door at high rates of speed."
"Good point." Yami nodded. I took out a can of extra gas from the trunk and sloshed it over the door. Pulling out a gun, I took the safety off and pointed it at my car.
"Any bright ideas would be really useful now." I informed Yami.
"Just blow it up." Yami told me.
"A shield would be nice for starters." I mumbled and Yami nodded. I pulled the trigger three times and winced, as my Mercedes became a fireball, igniting the gasoline on the door, flames crawling up the metal. Yami threw up he shields and we watched in comfort (at least physically) as my car exploded and took out the front door. The smoke cleared and we were standing next to the charred remains of my car and the door.
"Well, that went well." Yami shrugged.
"So it did." I spat, pulling out two automatic guns. "Lets go."
By the time we were halfway down the hall, reinforcements were coming our way. By the time we made it to the second floor I was down to my fourth gun. (AN: Think the matrix. Flip to the scene where they're breaking into the military controlled building. Exchange the Neo with Seto and Trinity with Yami. That's that I'M talking about!)
"How many of those do you have?" Yami asked.
"Eight." I shrugged. "But that's alright. Each gun hold twenty bullets and I brought extra ammo."
"Eight and extra ammo?!" Yami screamed at me. I was about to yell back, when I heard something.
"shush!" I whispered to Yami. "There it is again."
"What?" Yami asked.
"Someone's calling for you." I told him. "This way."
We ran down the hall and finally came to the source of the sound.
"YAMI!" A voice was calling, pounding on the door.
"YUGI!" Yami called back, trying to break down the door.
"Yami!" I cried, pulling him back. "The door is solid oak and the lock is practically new. I don't think I can pick the lock, but you sure as hell can't break it down."
"Then what do you recommend?" He asked, rubbing his sore shoulder.
"Tell Yugi to back as far away from the lock as possible. I'm gonna shot it off."
"Yugi, did you hear that?" Yami asked. "We're gonna get you out, just get as far away from the lock as possible."
"I already am." Yugi called back. I pointed my gun at the lock and fired twice. Bringing my foot up, I brought it down hard, causing the door to swing open. Yugi rushed out and jumped into Yami's arms. "YAMI, YAMI, YAMI!!!"
"I'm here, Yugi." Yami assured his light. I allowed Yami to comfort Yugi as I checked for any threats.
"They took her away from me. Said I wasn't the important one." Yugi told Yami, oblivious to my presence. "I tried to help her Yami! She was screaming and crying!"
"I'll find her." I offered, sticking my hands in my pockets, trying to find my phone. "Yami, you take Yugi back to the car, and I'll..."
"Seto? We blew your car up to get in." Yami interrupted me. I rolled my eyes.
"Think I don't know that?" I asked. "Why the hell do you think I've got three other cars?"
"Oh." Yami muttered. I found my phone and opened it.
"Kaiba here." I said. "Two cars. Porsche and Limo. Leave in the limo. I don't care how many it takes! Two of my friends. NOW!"
I hung up and looked at Yami.
"My Porsche will be waiting for you in the next alley. Here are the keys. If I don't show up in half an hour, leave without me. If you're chased, leave without me. Oh, and here." I smirked, handing him an automatic. "You're shadow powers are a bit to slow if your up against a mob."
"Thanks." Yami nodded, taking the gun. I shrugged and turned.
"Thirty minutes." I yelled at him. "See you then."
Hurts XIX
"Kaiba?" Yami asked me.
"Huh?" I asked, turning to face me.
"KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE RA-DAMNED ROAD!!!" Yami screamed at me. I rolled my eyes and turned back. "Sorry about that. Uh, is this speed actually legal?"
"Nope." I shrugged. "Relax Yami. I've been driving since I was eleven. I've been trained by the best driving instructors in the world."
"Like who? Evil Conevil?" Yami snickered. Slightly, surprised that he knew about the modern day stunt devil, I shot him a glance out of the corner of my eye. He glared at me and I looked back at the road.
"No. Two New York cabbies, one retired NASCAR driver and a teacher from a stunt driving school." I told him.
"Explains the driving."
"Look, nothings going to happen to us." I sighed.
"It's not us I'm worried about!" Yami replied, hiding his face in fear as I did a sharp turn, barely missing another car.
"What were you going to ask me?" I asked, exasperated. What a coward.
"Oh, yea. Do you actually know where we're going?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do happen to know where were going. Being as I am DRIVING!"
"Jeez! No need to get mad!" Yami shrugged. "How do you know?"
"I ran a computer check my laptop is connected to my computer in the basement. Can't access a damn file from my main frame, but I can do searches. Your friends are in a warehouse in the sleazier areas of the city."
"Sleazy?" Yami snorted.
"What do you want me to say? It's an old whore-house alright?" I shrugged. "Anything else you wanted to know?"
"Not really." Yami told me. I nodded stiffly and pulled into a deserted alleyway. "Um, Kaiba? Aren't you supposed to be slowing down?"
I didn't answer, but continued on at my, now, highly illegal rate of speed. Doing a three-sixty turn, I slammed on the brakes and parks inches from a metal door. I patted the steering wheel.
"She handles well." I muttered. We got out of the car and looked over our first obstacle. Getting in.
"Kaiba? You got a plan?"
"Yes."
"Well, why aren't you telling me it?"
"I'm praying you've got a better one."
"Well, I haven't got even one." Yami sighed. "What's yours?"
"We cover the door in gasoline, then blow up my car." I mumbled. "One or two bullets and my engine becomes a bomb."
"Think it'll work?" Yami asked. I shrugged.
"It's got a high success rate then ramming the car into the door at high rates of speed."
"Good point." Yami nodded. I took out a can of extra gas from the trunk and sloshed it over the door. Pulling out a gun, I took the safety off and pointed it at my car.
"Any bright ideas would be really useful now." I informed Yami.
"Just blow it up." Yami told me.
"A shield would be nice for starters." I mumbled and Yami nodded. I pulled the trigger three times and winced, as my Mercedes became a fireball, igniting the gasoline on the door, flames crawling up the metal. Yami threw up he shields and we watched in comfort (at least physically) as my car exploded and took out the front door. The smoke cleared and we were standing next to the charred remains of my car and the door.
"Well, that went well." Yami shrugged.
"So it did." I spat, pulling out two automatic guns. "Lets go."
By the time we were halfway down the hall, reinforcements were coming our way. By the time we made it to the second floor I was down to my fourth gun. (AN: Think the matrix. Flip to the scene where they're breaking into the military controlled building. Exchange the Neo with Seto and Trinity with Yami. That's that I'M talking about!)
"How many of those do you have?" Yami asked.
"Eight." I shrugged. "But that's alright. Each gun hold twenty bullets and I brought extra ammo."
"Eight and extra ammo?!" Yami screamed at me. I was about to yell back, when I heard something.
"shush!" I whispered to Yami. "There it is again."
"What?" Yami asked.
"Someone's calling for you." I told him. "This way."
We ran down the hall and finally came to the source of the sound.
"YAMI!" A voice was calling, pounding on the door.
"YUGI!" Yami called back, trying to break down the door.
"Yami!" I cried, pulling him back. "The door is solid oak and the lock is practically new. I don't think I can pick the lock, but you sure as hell can't break it down."
"Then what do you recommend?" He asked, rubbing his sore shoulder.
"Tell Yugi to back as far away from the lock as possible. I'm gonna shot it off."
"Yugi, did you hear that?" Yami asked. "We're gonna get you out, just get as far away from the lock as possible."
"I already am." Yugi called back. I pointed my gun at the lock and fired twice. Bringing my foot up, I brought it down hard, causing the door to swing open. Yugi rushed out and jumped into Yami's arms. "YAMI, YAMI, YAMI!!!"
"I'm here, Yugi." Yami assured his light. I allowed Yami to comfort Yugi as I checked for any threats.
"They took her away from me. Said I wasn't the important one." Yugi told Yami, oblivious to my presence. "I tried to help her Yami! She was screaming and crying!"
"I'll find her." I offered, sticking my hands in my pockets, trying to find my phone. "Yami, you take Yugi back to the car, and I'll..."
"Seto? We blew your car up to get in." Yami interrupted me. I rolled my eyes.
"Think I don't know that?" I asked. "Why the hell do you think I've got three other cars?"
"Oh." Yami muttered. I found my phone and opened it.
"Kaiba here." I said. "Two cars. Porsche and Limo. Leave in the limo. I don't care how many it takes! Two of my friends. NOW!"
I hung up and looked at Yami.
"My Porsche will be waiting for you in the next alley. Here are the keys. If I don't show up in half an hour, leave without me. If you're chased, leave without me. Oh, and here." I smirked, handing him an automatic. "You're shadow powers are a bit to slow if your up against a mob."
"Thanks." Yami nodded, taking the gun. I shrugged and turned.
"Thirty minutes." I yelled at him. "See you then."