A/N: Well I have, obviously, decided to make this into a fully-fledged
fanfiction story. I still have not planned anything for it really, but I
have decided to continue writing on any night that I choose to. Also, I am
writing this at precisely 3:05am, so there is a good chance I shall take it
down, and post a similar chapter later, but I wanted to post another
chapter before I take my bugged computer in to be fixed.
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to Lady of the Orange, I am glad that I seem to be able to help you, try not to stress out too much, it is not healthy, believe me, I know. To noone, I thank you for reading my stories, and do hope you continue to do so. To Alternaray, I thank you for your impute, though I would like you to know that I never planned on having this situation, or any that I ever write, resolved quickly.Where is the angst in that? And finally, for sess9, thank you for your comment, and here is your more.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh.
AFFECTIONS
CHAPTER 3- Entering
"No! You don't understand! Kaiba, wait!" Yami yelled desperately at the rapidly retreating form of Seto Kaiba. Yet it was too late. The CEO was long gone. Kaiba had even left his briefcase behind, not caring about the laptop and hundreds of cards within. All that mattered was getting far, far away as soon as possible. Unfortunately for him and for Yami, this left no time for the former Pharaoh to explain his actions.
So instead, the raging Yami rounded on the Tomb Robber who was still sitting nearby with an ever-present smirk upon his face. "This is all your fault! You knew this would happen! How?"
Bakura kept his mouth shut, the smirk still upon his lips. Yet, in his pocket, he was fingering a certain round Sennen item he had stolen. *Though it only occasionally works for me, when it does it really comes through.* Bakura thought to himself as Yami grew impatient with him.
Finally, the Pharaoh stormed out after Kaiba, intent on telling him the truth. However, Bakura stayed seated, unworried. He knew that the heartbroken dragon tamer would not allow Yami time to explain himself. This worked out perfectly to Bakura's liking.
Whistling, he began to exit Kaiba Land, stopping only to pick up the forgotten briefcase.
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Bakura strolled down the long driveway at a leisurely pace. The velvety darkness of night enveloped him so completely, that he was assured easy clearance into the Kaiba mansion. *It is all really too easy. All I had to do was show the briefcase to the man at the gate. Not that I would want to. Things are so much more fun my way.* Bakura mused, thinking back to the way he had skillfully and stealthily crept over the wrought iron gates meant to block unwanted entrance.
He soon reached the massive front door. Deciding to go for a more interesting entrance, he spotted an open window right by a large, expansive jacaranda tree. With a fait smile upon his lips, he climbed up the tree, briefcase in hand.
He reached the window on the fourth floor in a matter of seconds. *It is really too simple* He thought cockily as he swung his nimble body onto the ledge of the window. He quietly slipped inside and shut and latched the window behind him. *Just because it is so easy for me to get in doesn't mean I want others to disturb us.* He thought grinning devilishly.
Now, the first thing any good thief knows is to take in your surroundings as soon as they change, to spot easy escapes. *Not that I shall want to escape.* He thought, gazing about the room.
The room he was in appeared to be a bedroom, doubling as an office. A desk was located near the window, and atop it a large computer system as well as miscellaneous papers. Brightly colored posters decorated the deep blue walls. Most of the portraying Blue Eyes White Dragons. Yet, most importantly to Bakura, an impressive bed was situated in the far corner, with blue silk sheets and what looked to be soft down pillows. *This must be one of Seto's rooms* Bakura realized, his grin widening.
Setting the briefcase down on the soft plush carpeting, he walked unconcernedly by a security camera. It did not matter once he was inside if they knew he was there. As a matter of fact, he hoped they would come for him soon. At least then he would not be bothered with trying to find Seto in this impressive mansion.
He had no sooner thought it, when he heard Kaiba himself say, "All right Mokuba, you may stay at your friends house tonight, but tomorrow I want you home. I have taken the night off for your birthday and we'll do something special..That's right, just you and me.Ok, goodnight." With that a beep resounded through out the room.
Kaiba had just entered, and had not yet noticed Bakura. He pulled off his shirt, and started on his pants when Bakura coughed loudly. Kabia spun around in the dark, crystal eyes searching, "Who is there?" After a pause he sighed and said, sounding irritated, "I'm not in the mood to play guessing games, so either show yourself, or get out of my room."
Bakura stepped foreword, so Seto could see him, "It is merely me, Dragon Keeper."
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to Lady of the Orange, I am glad that I seem to be able to help you, try not to stress out too much, it is not healthy, believe me, I know. To noone, I thank you for reading my stories, and do hope you continue to do so. To Alternaray, I thank you for your impute, though I would like you to know that I never planned on having this situation, or any that I ever write, resolved quickly.Where is the angst in that? And finally, for sess9, thank you for your comment, and here is your more.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh.
AFFECTIONS
CHAPTER 3- Entering
"No! You don't understand! Kaiba, wait!" Yami yelled desperately at the rapidly retreating form of Seto Kaiba. Yet it was too late. The CEO was long gone. Kaiba had even left his briefcase behind, not caring about the laptop and hundreds of cards within. All that mattered was getting far, far away as soon as possible. Unfortunately for him and for Yami, this left no time for the former Pharaoh to explain his actions.
So instead, the raging Yami rounded on the Tomb Robber who was still sitting nearby with an ever-present smirk upon his face. "This is all your fault! You knew this would happen! How?"
Bakura kept his mouth shut, the smirk still upon his lips. Yet, in his pocket, he was fingering a certain round Sennen item he had stolen. *Though it only occasionally works for me, when it does it really comes through.* Bakura thought to himself as Yami grew impatient with him.
Finally, the Pharaoh stormed out after Kaiba, intent on telling him the truth. However, Bakura stayed seated, unworried. He knew that the heartbroken dragon tamer would not allow Yami time to explain himself. This worked out perfectly to Bakura's liking.
Whistling, he began to exit Kaiba Land, stopping only to pick up the forgotten briefcase.
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Bakura strolled down the long driveway at a leisurely pace. The velvety darkness of night enveloped him so completely, that he was assured easy clearance into the Kaiba mansion. *It is all really too easy. All I had to do was show the briefcase to the man at the gate. Not that I would want to. Things are so much more fun my way.* Bakura mused, thinking back to the way he had skillfully and stealthily crept over the wrought iron gates meant to block unwanted entrance.
He soon reached the massive front door. Deciding to go for a more interesting entrance, he spotted an open window right by a large, expansive jacaranda tree. With a fait smile upon his lips, he climbed up the tree, briefcase in hand.
He reached the window on the fourth floor in a matter of seconds. *It is really too simple* He thought cockily as he swung his nimble body onto the ledge of the window. He quietly slipped inside and shut and latched the window behind him. *Just because it is so easy for me to get in doesn't mean I want others to disturb us.* He thought grinning devilishly.
Now, the first thing any good thief knows is to take in your surroundings as soon as they change, to spot easy escapes. *Not that I shall want to escape.* He thought, gazing about the room.
The room he was in appeared to be a bedroom, doubling as an office. A desk was located near the window, and atop it a large computer system as well as miscellaneous papers. Brightly colored posters decorated the deep blue walls. Most of the portraying Blue Eyes White Dragons. Yet, most importantly to Bakura, an impressive bed was situated in the far corner, with blue silk sheets and what looked to be soft down pillows. *This must be one of Seto's rooms* Bakura realized, his grin widening.
Setting the briefcase down on the soft plush carpeting, he walked unconcernedly by a security camera. It did not matter once he was inside if they knew he was there. As a matter of fact, he hoped they would come for him soon. At least then he would not be bothered with trying to find Seto in this impressive mansion.
He had no sooner thought it, when he heard Kaiba himself say, "All right Mokuba, you may stay at your friends house tonight, but tomorrow I want you home. I have taken the night off for your birthday and we'll do something special..That's right, just you and me.Ok, goodnight." With that a beep resounded through out the room.
Kaiba had just entered, and had not yet noticed Bakura. He pulled off his shirt, and started on his pants when Bakura coughed loudly. Kabia spun around in the dark, crystal eyes searching, "Who is there?" After a pause he sighed and said, sounding irritated, "I'm not in the mood to play guessing games, so either show yourself, or get out of my room."
Bakura stepped foreword, so Seto could see him, "It is merely me, Dragon Keeper."