Offer He can't refuse #10--
Author notes: Aha! I update! Thanks for all the support and reviews! (Hugs all around!) The story is going quite well now, I know exactally whats gonna happen in the next three or chapters so updates should come pretty quick. Sorry I didn't go straight into what happened to Jou but I promise you'll get it in the next chapter and reading this one first will make the next one even better! So enjoy! And review! Oh and as always please forgive the tiny screw ups my mac makes as it tries it's hardest to become a document and the weirdness that happens after it's uploaded.
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Only an hour or so left of school and the detective still hadn't called! Seto grumbled irritably to himself as he navigated down through locker lined halls. He just needed to drop a few books off and he could skip the rest of day since the only thing he had left was the waste of time referred to as 'study hall'. A loud banging noise and some familiar sounding cursing caught his ears as he turned a corner.
Jonouchi was frantically scooping a large pile of photographs and magazines that had apparently fallen from his locker back into it haphazardly, screaming as he did so. The emotion rolled off him in waves making even the hardened CEO take a step back.
"I'll fucking kill you, you bastard! I can't believe you did it! You actually did it! I'll kill you! I'll..arg!" he slammed the door to his locker shut and punched it hard twice there after, effectively denting the locker and bruising his hand.
"Fuck! " He held his bruised hand for a second and tried to catch his breath. "Fuck.." He sighed in a shaky voice that Seto could have mistaken for one used by someone holding back tears. Before he could confirm his suspicion, the blond was gone on to his next class at a quick pace.
Such an emotionally violent outburst. Seto Kaiba scanned the hallway and seeing no one crept toward the newly dented locker. He reached out quietly toward the door as suddenly his cell phone rang cutting the silence and causing him to leap in surprise.
He pulled out the phone quickly and flipped it down.
"About time!"
"Sorry Mr. Kaiba. I had to double check some information. You are paying for the best after all. "
"I better be.'
"I promise you wont be disappointed in my work, Mr. Kaiba. The encryption code you are waiting for is "10\/3REBD".
"REBD?"
"Yes."
"How did you come up with that grouping?" The boy asked suspiciously into the phone.
"Gotta go..check the site again with the same encryption tomorrow for more." was his quick response before the harsh sound of dial tone. He would normally be enraged at the gall of anyone to hang up on him but it had sounded urgent.
Instead Seto smirked a bit. "10\/3REBD" Either that was one hell of a coincidence or this detective was not only the best of the best but had an annoying sense of humor as well.
He started to rush to study hall (the closest place to a power source for the lap top) when he remembered the dented locker. Not wanting to waste time now he reached out and deftly yanked the locker open with one solid pull.
He had been expecting an avalanche of papers and magazines but only a few were threatening to fall out and those he let fall right into his inquisitive hands. The first thing he found he was looking at was the back of a photograph that had been written on in magic marker.
"Aren't you glad you glad you admitted you were wrong? I've included a few of the tamer pics for your enjoyment. Imagine, these could have been everywhere not just in your locker. See what I was saying about the legs? -L"
Before Kaiba could ponder what this meant he had flipped the picture over. Quite a lurid image greeted him. A girl in black ripped fishnet stockings and a barely there thong was sitting in a chair legs wide open to the camera with help of lace bindings that held each ankle tight to the respective chair legs. Her bare chest was only covered by the portion of her arm bringing a cherry red popscile into her mouth. Red hair fell seductively into her eyes, although the eyes themselves were clouded over in either lust or some drug induced haze. Seto found the picture distastefully in the extreme. He felt a moment of pity for this poor girl, who posed as if she were some slut in need of punishment.
He flipped through a few of the other pics, same girl, different lurid (and a few downright gross) poses and scenarios with the same words scrawled on the back. He pocketed the first one, a clue to investigate later. There was nothing else but a few dirty magazines with different letters sent from each stapled to the covers. They all read basically the same.
"Dear Mr. Ciryl,
We are pleased to inform you, we would be very interested to purchase the photos sent to us. Just give us the go ahead and our new centerfold will grace the next issue and your wallet will be that much thicker as per your suggested amount."
It was signed with some non descript scrawl. As Seto closed the locker he sighed to himself at this new mystery. Why had all this caused such a reaction? He took off down the hall toward study hall. He had the encryption code and once his lap top was fired up...maybe the answers would be there.
The room was the very farce of a class as students chatted and passed notes. Seto went to his favorite spot, set up his lap top, and settled in as his fingers deftly typed the encryption. One -Zero- Backslash- Slash -Three- R - E - B - D. The screen rolled up in lines of coding as he pressed ender. Finally the report he waited for. The detective kept it like a log of Jonouchis every movement and word. Seto sighed and tried to picture the information as it happened it. A few moments later a student ran his nails across the chalk board and everyone cringed , except for Seto Kaiba who seemed too engrossed in his computer to even hear a disturbance.
Author notes: Aha! I update! Thanks for all the support and reviews! (Hugs all around!) The story is going quite well now, I know exactally whats gonna happen in the next three or chapters so updates should come pretty quick. Sorry I didn't go straight into what happened to Jou but I promise you'll get it in the next chapter and reading this one first will make the next one even better! So enjoy! And review! Oh and as always please forgive the tiny screw ups my mac makes as it tries it's hardest to become a document and the weirdness that happens after it's uploaded.
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Only an hour or so left of school and the detective still hadn't called! Seto grumbled irritably to himself as he navigated down through locker lined halls. He just needed to drop a few books off and he could skip the rest of day since the only thing he had left was the waste of time referred to as 'study hall'. A loud banging noise and some familiar sounding cursing caught his ears as he turned a corner.
Jonouchi was frantically scooping a large pile of photographs and magazines that had apparently fallen from his locker back into it haphazardly, screaming as he did so. The emotion rolled off him in waves making even the hardened CEO take a step back.
"I'll fucking kill you, you bastard! I can't believe you did it! You actually did it! I'll kill you! I'll..arg!" he slammed the door to his locker shut and punched it hard twice there after, effectively denting the locker and bruising his hand.
"Fuck! " He held his bruised hand for a second and tried to catch his breath. "Fuck.." He sighed in a shaky voice that Seto could have mistaken for one used by someone holding back tears. Before he could confirm his suspicion, the blond was gone on to his next class at a quick pace.
Such an emotionally violent outburst. Seto Kaiba scanned the hallway and seeing no one crept toward the newly dented locker. He reached out quietly toward the door as suddenly his cell phone rang cutting the silence and causing him to leap in surprise.
He pulled out the phone quickly and flipped it down.
"About time!"
"Sorry Mr. Kaiba. I had to double check some information. You are paying for the best after all. "
"I better be.'
"I promise you wont be disappointed in my work, Mr. Kaiba. The encryption code you are waiting for is "10\/3REBD".
"REBD?"
"Yes."
"How did you come up with that grouping?" The boy asked suspiciously into the phone.
"Gotta go..check the site again with the same encryption tomorrow for more." was his quick response before the harsh sound of dial tone. He would normally be enraged at the gall of anyone to hang up on him but it had sounded urgent.
Instead Seto smirked a bit. "10\/3REBD" Either that was one hell of a coincidence or this detective was not only the best of the best but had an annoying sense of humor as well.
He started to rush to study hall (the closest place to a power source for the lap top) when he remembered the dented locker. Not wanting to waste time now he reached out and deftly yanked the locker open with one solid pull.
He had been expecting an avalanche of papers and magazines but only a few were threatening to fall out and those he let fall right into his inquisitive hands. The first thing he found he was looking at was the back of a photograph that had been written on in magic marker.
"Aren't you glad you glad you admitted you were wrong? I've included a few of the tamer pics for your enjoyment. Imagine, these could have been everywhere not just in your locker. See what I was saying about the legs? -L"
Before Kaiba could ponder what this meant he had flipped the picture over. Quite a lurid image greeted him. A girl in black ripped fishnet stockings and a barely there thong was sitting in a chair legs wide open to the camera with help of lace bindings that held each ankle tight to the respective chair legs. Her bare chest was only covered by the portion of her arm bringing a cherry red popscile into her mouth. Red hair fell seductively into her eyes, although the eyes themselves were clouded over in either lust or some drug induced haze. Seto found the picture distastefully in the extreme. He felt a moment of pity for this poor girl, who posed as if she were some slut in need of punishment.
He flipped through a few of the other pics, same girl, different lurid (and a few downright gross) poses and scenarios with the same words scrawled on the back. He pocketed the first one, a clue to investigate later. There was nothing else but a few dirty magazines with different letters sent from each stapled to the covers. They all read basically the same.
"Dear Mr. Ciryl,
We are pleased to inform you, we would be very interested to purchase the photos sent to us. Just give us the go ahead and our new centerfold will grace the next issue and your wallet will be that much thicker as per your suggested amount."
It was signed with some non descript scrawl. As Seto closed the locker he sighed to himself at this new mystery. Why had all this caused such a reaction? He took off down the hall toward study hall. He had the encryption code and once his lap top was fired up...maybe the answers would be there.
The room was the very farce of a class as students chatted and passed notes. Seto went to his favorite spot, set up his lap top, and settled in as his fingers deftly typed the encryption. One -Zero- Backslash- Slash -Three- R - E - B - D. The screen rolled up in lines of coding as he pressed ender. Finally the report he waited for. The detective kept it like a log of Jonouchis every movement and word. Seto sighed and tried to picture the information as it happened it. A few moments later a student ran his nails across the chalk board and everyone cringed , except for Seto Kaiba who seemed too engrossed in his computer to even hear a disturbance.