Disclaimer: I don't own YGO. Nope, not mine, but I sure wish it was. I'm just taking the time to mess around with Yami and Seto and tech them some new games.
WARNING:
Yaoi – Yami/Seto pairing don't read any further if you don't like that sort of stuff.
Rated R because – well actually, this chapter isn't that bad. You get some suggestions as to what's coming – but nothing I wouldn't read my mother.
A/U setting – some things are different. Sentra, surrounding space stations and sister planets are mine. I'll share with anyone who asks.
A/N: Did Yami kill Mokuba? Nope. Mokuba was however his first crush. (This is a change. Mokuba is the older brother by 5 years in the Senturan Universe) Poor little Yami, grandpa kept him locked up at the Manner to protect him from the evil Kaiba Foundation. Hehe – then the Kaiba came knocking on the front door. So, who killed Mokuba and why is Yami so pissed at the Kaiba Foundation's missing executive board? I know, do any of you??
I know I said last night I wouldn't update until Friday, but I'm an early riser and was bored – kinda like Yami in chapter 7, only I write when I'm bored, not go shopping.
Thanks for all the wonderful reviews.
Enjoy,
~Kay
New Games
Chapter 9: Hostile Takeover
by Kyrenea
Seto Kaiba sat behind his stylish desk starring at the glass toped surface. What was wrong with the network connections? Scrolling through the system protocols he checked for viruses. Nothing, the program matrix was clean. Pulling up the daily routine statistics, he noticed that over the last few days, this had become Kaiba Foundation's slowest productivity period.
What was with everyone? One week away and his well oiled crew started to fall apart. The trip to Antares to fix the base's observation unit had been bad enough. He'd never come across so many people with absolutely no business touching a computer system. Then he comes home to find his apartment decorated, his vintage corvette with extra miles exceeding what he did in a month, and his closet an array of leather.
When he found Yami, the devil was going to pay.
But this?
He had shaved Kaiba Foundation down to those loyal to the CORE Council and those who had held their positions with no knowledge of his father's activities. They were the best research and development team inside the Senturan Net.
So why was it for the last week nearly half the network systems had been shutting down early and not logged back on? Kaiba ran through the network paths once again trying to find a pattern.
There.
It was a wave effect. The terminals weren't going down simultaneously. This told him the problem wasn't due to any type of normal alarm. Following the pattern of shutdowns, he realized they started on the first level with those units facing the building's main public entrance. Every unit between the front door and the elevator banks had been logged off for the day. Some of the users seem to have switched to terminals at the back of the offices.
But why?
Pulling up environmental controls he checked to see if the late evening sun was causing the front lobby and reference departments to heat up in any fashion. No. The building was a steady temperature throughout, a miracle, considering the amount of glass the architect had used in the design. Running over the window schematics he was reassured all the thermal insulation was working, so the glass itself shouldn't have been super heated or producing any type of glare.
Returning to the shutdown logs, he saw a definite pattern.
Elevator bay to elevator bay.
Kaiba Foundation's building hadn't been constructed with a central elevator complex. To help ensure the safety of Seto and the Foundations top scientists, each section of elevators had been offset from floor to floor. It would increase the travel time for anyone foolish enough to storm the front lobby. The design had been calculated to give personnel on the top floors maximum allowance for reaching escape routes.
The pattern didn't match any physical takeover scenario Kaiba had ever written. There was no way for the building to be stormed and an alarm not sounded. And who would waste time taking the reference departments and front line assistants off their terminals. Any honest takeover attempt would start with security being overrun.
So, if it wasn't an evacuation or takeover, what was going on?
Just on time, the first set of terminals by the executive elevator logged off. Whatever the problem, it was coming his way. Kaiba looked out the glass wall of his office to see the answer striding toward his door.
Yami.
He was smiling, that couldn't be a good sign.
The shorter assassin was dressed in his version of street clothes. Black leather pants, with no open side lacings, and soft leather, low-heeled city boots. The deep purple shirt appeared to be an imported silk design from Raven's Moon. The sleeveless, form-fitting fabric left his arms bare. This meant Yami had taken the time to put leather armbands and several layers of wrist chains on before leaving Sanctuary. More chains were about his hips along with the amethyst and silver studded belt that matched his chocker.
On closer inspection, Kaiba thought a few of those chains resembled metal restraints.
You were a bad boy, Seto Love.
He was a goner. Yami knew full well how to lower the security screens within the office. Damn if the pint-sized ball of terror didn't have bad timing. His games of hostile takeover could have waited until after Kaiba had delivered the nine-month report on the Marsten Industries project. He'd never get that information collected now, not with Yami striding toward his office at that leisurely pace.
The smile was enough of a warning for what his little minx had planned.
The sauntering, I'm just here for the view, walk told him the rest.
His office got hot all the sudden. Loosening his collar, Seto wiggled in his chair, trying to adjust his pants.
Remembering Yami's last visit to the office, Kaiba went about clearing all the information from his screen and shutting down the terminal. With that done, he picked up the few necessary items littering his desktop and deposited them on the shelves running along the sidewall. Just for good measure, he pulled the chairs away from the desk. They had been a rare find, no sense leaving them in a possible destruction zone.
He'd asked Yami for the courtesy of a warning call next time. Well, this must be the sex god's idea of a warning call. Kaiba looked through the glass one last time, only to make eye contact with a smoldering violet glare.
Yami smiled.
It was a real smile, not one of those fake attempts you see at national parades.
For some reason, Yami was genuinely glade to see him.
Yep, he was in trouble now.
