PFM: this is a story idea that has been plaguing my subconscious for god knows how long. But, now, I will be victorious!
Yami: is she alright upstairs?
Bakura and Mars: no.
Mars: I don't think her elevator goes all the way to the top floor.
Bakura: what elevator?
Yami: ::looks at Mars:: who are you?
Mars: I'm Pop's only male alter ego. I'm from General anime and story categories.
Yami and Bakura: ::look at each other:: oh.
PFM: Mars, honey, will you do the legal stuff?
Mars: sure. Pop doesn't own YGO, Anthy, Li, or Jetta. She does own Kaylynn and she does own this story. Plagurism will result in death.
PFM: floggings will continue until moral improves.
Yami and Bakura: O_o; ??????
Mars: nevermind it.
PFM: there IS yaoi in this story.
Bakura: yaoi?
PFM: yup.
Yami: swearing?
Mars: you bet.
Bakura: implied attempts at rape?
PFM: yea.
Yami: OOC behavior up the wazzoo?
Mars: yup
Bakura: drugs?
PFM: you bet.
Yami: violence?
Mars: uh-huh.
Bakura: Gang activity?
PFM: yes, sir.
Yami: cult rituals?
Mars: you betchya.
Bakura: actual success at rape?
PFM: there's a big possibility there...
Yami: yuri?
Mars: no! geez-are you stoned?!
PFM: what the hell is your problem?!
Yami: well, it was the only thing left to ask about.
PFM: do I ever write yuri stories?
Yami: no...
PFM: then what makes you think I'll suddenly start now?
Yami: well, I don't know.
Mars: then, we'll dismiss the idea as temporary normality.
Yami: ok.
PFM: good.
Bakura: here's the story.
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Life In The Fast LaineBy Pop Flower Millenium (if I was sain, do you think I'd even be trying this from the beginning?)
An ivory haired boy sat propped up in a bed, staring out a window at the city where his sister had disappeared-she worked late into the night, doing what he didn't know, but when she came back, she'd always have a smile on her face and something to say to him to comfort him. His older sister was the only family he had, his mother had died giving birth to him, his father had had another wife several years before that but she too had died, leaving him with a baby girl to take care of. But when their father had been killed they were all each other had. His sister had been just like a mother while they were growing up and she'd always come through for him. He smiled as he thought of her. She would come home soon, and smile and talk with him, then she'd make them something to eat and they'd go to bed after that. He leaned back against the back of his bed and closed his eyes as he waited.
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A brown-blond haired girl stood in an alley waiting with a briefcase tucked under her arm, she looked up as a car pulled into the alley and several men got out, one was at least twice her size, the other was at least half a foot shorter then she. The two walked over to her,
"Well, if it ain't King Kong and Dr. Freakinstein. Come to get the goods, boys?" she teased, making the bulky man snort defensively, the shorter man only reached into his coat and pulled out a small sack, he handed it to her, she kept the case close as she opened the sack and counted the bills inside carefully, "kyay." She said with a cheerful grin, handing him the case, "there ya go." She said, then she turned to depart, "Nice doin business with ya." She waved to them from behind and disappeared into the shadows, another job well done. And just a little closer to getting what she needed.
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A white haired boy stalked angrily down the street, he'd just been mugged-sure, he'd gotten his stuff back, but he hadn't gotten to kill anyone, which was what he'd wished for. But he softned as he thought of what waited for him back at his apartment. His bleech-blonde love. He smirked as he thought of the slim, tall teen that waited for him to return. He quickened his pace as he neared the building, now wanting to get home even more so then before.
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Violet eyes looked up from a book as the front door to the apartment opened and a familiar form walked in,
"Bakura!" the boy said happily as he put his book down and ran over to the ivory haired boy, who caught him around the waist and kissed him on the forehead,
"How was your day?" Bakura asked, the boy in his arms grinned softly as he looked up at the slightly taller boy,
"boring without you."
"oh, Malik, you always say that, you'd think you missed me or something." Bakura said teasingly, making Malik cock an eyebrow at him and smirk, "but, I did miss you." he continued, then he scooped the other up into his arms and carried him off to their bed room, his own plans taking shape for that night.
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The brown-blond girl pushed opened the door to her shabby apartment, looked around then scoffed, "geez, ya think I'd be able to afford better." She said to herself as she closed the door behind her and took off her coat. She tossed it onto the couch and went down the hall, unduttoning her vest as she did so, exposing her black tanktop underneath the denim. She got to the door farthest to the right and knocked softly, then opened it, she smiled softly at the ivory haired boy sitting in bed, "Hey, bro." She said softly. He turned from the window to look at her and beamed,
"Kaylynn!" he cried happily, she strode across the room and hugged him,
"missed you, Ryou." She said as she squeezed him, then she let go and looked at him, "How ya feelin?"
"I feel much better now." Ryou said, his sister smiled, then pushed some of her hair away from her face,
"ya think you'll be well enough to come help me with dinner?" she offered, he smiled and nodded. He'd been banned to the bed for so long he yerned for any occation to get out of it. So this was it, so what? At least she wouldn't start the stove on fire again with him around to supervise.
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A blonde haired boy put a pair of binoculars down into his lap and rubbed the bridge of his nose, his honey-brown eyes closed slowly, his partner looked at him,
"She's home, right?" he asked,
"yea." The blonde replied, "she's home, I watched her go in. but, what I don't get is; why's the chief protecting her so much?" he asked, his Brooklyn accent clear in his voice,
"Maybe she's just skeptical, Joey. I mean you know she doesn't wanna search someplace without a whole lot of evindence piled up against somebody. And I guess we just don't have enough yet, man. Don't worry, well, get some."
"thanks, Tristan. Ya know, maybe we should give up on this for now and go get a bite to eat."
"maybe. You and your stomach! But this time, you're right. Let's go." With that, the cop car drove away from the front of the apartment.
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morning came sooner then Bakura would have liked as he shielded his eyes from the sun with his bare arm. He sat up and stretched. His sudden motions causing Malik to wake from next to him and roll over onto his back, then prop himself up on some pillows. Bakura grinned and turned towards the other, kissing his forehead,
"good morning." He said, then he claimed the other's lips in a possessive kiss,
"good morning." Malik replied once they'd parted. Bakura got up and dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants, leaving Malik to contemplate sleep, which he decided against and also got up, but just slipped into a sheer, linen robe, not dressing yet.
Bakura went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge, then he turned back to Malik, who had followed him,
"I'm going to go take a shower, someone should be coming to pick me up in a few, so if they come and I'm not out yet, just tell them to wait, alright?" he said to the boy, who nodded, then Bakura smiled and pulled the boy to him with one arm wrapped around Malik's waist, "I do love you, you know that, right?" he said into the other's hair,
"I do." Malik replied softly,
"well, as long as you know." Bakura said, then he kissed malik's forehead again and left for the bathroom. Malik sat down on the couch to pick up the book he'd abandoned last night and continue his reading.
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Kaylynn was in her brother's room when the doorbell rang, she got up and went to answer it, a blonde haired boy and a brown haired boy stood there,
"Yes? Can you two be helped?" she asked, tilting her head and cocking an eyebrow, when the blonde pulled out a badge, she straightened up and stared at it as if he'd pulled a gun on her,
"Kaylynn Raynnes? Joey Wheeler. FBI. My partner and I are here to ask you a few questions."
"do you have a warrant? Or a permit?" she asked, the brown haired boy scratched his cheek, the boy named Joey faultered then countered quickly,
"we don't need one for a routin questioning." He said, Kaylynn gave a nod, then stepped outside and closed the door,
"What d'ya want?" she asked, her gaze unblinking, the two young cops shifted under its intensity,
"we heard you were in a drug dealing business-"
"I got out of it. A while ago. I found something that didn't involve drugs to keep food on my table." She interrupted,
"well, we wanted to check through your apartment-"
"not with out a permit." She snapped, becoming very defensive all of a sudden, "you guys aren't setting foot in there. Even if you can do it legally. Not one foot." Then she went back into her apartment and slammed the door so hard, the two boys flinched and pieces of plaster from the ceiling outside fell down.
"well, that went well." Tristan said, Joey nodded, then they went back towards their car,
"All the more reason for up to make sure we get a serch permit for that place. Then she can't do jack when we wanna search her place."
"Yeah. But how are we gonna get it?"
"I got a friend who can hook us up with one." Joey said slyly, making Tristan glance curiously at him before they drove away.
Kaylynn stood by her front window and watched the two cops drive away, a small voice from behind her made her turn,
"who was it?"
"Ryou! No one. Just another salesman." She said with a smile, he accepted that and nodded, then allowed her to help him back to bed, where he was still banned.
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Malik looked up from his book when he heard a knock on the door, then he put the book down and went to answer it-still in nothing but a robe.
"Yes? Are you here for Bakura?" he asked the man at the door as pleasantly as he could, but truthfully the man gave him the creeps, and the hungry look he was now getting from the man didn't help any to ease him,
"why, yes, I am. And who are you? we've not yet been aquainted." The man said sleekly,
"My name is Malik. Come in. I'll go tell Bakura you're here." Malik said, but when he turned away from the man, he felt a hand grip his wrist and he gasped softly and held as still as he could. He could feel the man's penetrating eyes moving up and down him, examining him, cretiquing his form. Then he felt the man's other hand slid up his thigh, making him jump and try to pull his wrist free for a second. He had almost given up hope of being let go when Bakura's commanding voice broke through his mind,
"Malik?" he said harshly, the anger in his voice directed at the man, not his violet eyed lover, who looked relieved to see him. The man let his hold of Malik drop and the boy stumbled forward and ran to Bakura, who held him tightly for a second before looking up at the man, "Rishido?" he said sharply, "wait for me outside." The man bowed slightly and left, his eyes making one more quick trip over Malik before he closed the front door. Once the man had gone, Bakura tilted malik's face up so he was looking into his eyes, "are you alright?" he asked softly, malik nodded, then buried his face in bakura's shoulder, "I won't let him hurt you." Bakura cooed, holding malik to him, "I'd rathered die then see you hurt."
Bakura closed the door behind him and he and Rishido walked down towards the stairs in silence for a few minutes, but that silence was broken when they were on the sidewalk,
"you are not to touch him again." Bakura said without even moving his gaze from the front, Rishido jolted, then grinned,
"yes, but I can see why you cherish him so. He is perfect."
"you say that and think of his body, I think of much more then that when I am with him. And I wouldn't jeprodize that for the world."
"but remember, you have an obligation to be there every Saturday night, Bakura. What will you do when he is all alone?" Bakura stopped walking and glared angrily at the man before him, who had also stopped and was turned looking at the white haired boy under the street lamp,
"are you implying that you plan to try something in my absance?" Bakura snarled, Rishido laughed,
"No, no. I know your revenge would be swift. I would not take the chance."
"a wise decision." Bakura snapped, then he continued on, Rishido watching him walk for a bit, a smug grin still plastered onto his face.
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Kaylynn paced back and fourth out side of the building where she lived, waiting patiently for what she knew was coming, then it came. A motorcycle pulled up and stopped in from of her. Its driver wor a black leather coat, black jeans and a balck shirt, he pulled the helmet off of his head and shook his brunette hair free of the mold the helmet had left it in. he looked at the girl before him with ice blue eyes and nodded as means of greeting,
"Kaylynn." He said,
"seto." She countered, "it's been a while."
"how's Ryou doing?"
"it's gotten worse, seto." She said, bowing her head, "he's going to end out crippled if I don't get that money soon." Then she looked pleadingly at him, but he shook his head, closing his eyes so she wouldn't see the hurt in his eyes as he denied her,
"I can't give it to you. you know I'm not even supposed to be talking to the infamous Kaylynn Raynnes."
"I know, Seto. But, now there are some cops questioning me. they've been following me around for several days now and I guess they think I haven't noticed but, I gotta shake em. They're trying to get a permit to search my apartment."
"So? You don't keep anything there, you only keep things in your hiding spots around the city. What are you afraid of?"
"Not afarind of afraid for. I don't want them to find Ryou." Then she looked away from him again, "they might take him away from me." seto jolted at the helplessness she was eminating and he felt the utmost pity for her, but he couldn't help her. He wasn't able to help her...not right now anyways. But someday he would be able to save her little brother, then he'd be able to help her.
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PFM: end; chapter one!
Bakura: no one's died. I hate it.
PFM: yea, but you got malik's sweet ass.
Bakura: plus. That is a plus.
PFM: I knew I could please you, B.
Yugi: next chapter; we find out more about the ties Seto and Kaylynn share and the reason Bakura knows Rishido. Along with introducing several new characters to the mix.
PFM: R&R, peeps!