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Chapter 8: No Hero
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"I summon the Dark Magician!" cried Yugi, releasing the Duel Disk, A large crowd had assembled and were watching the duel excitedly. "And I protect him with Magical Hats!"
Jou swore. "Yugi's got this one in the bag," said Honda. Anzu nodded.
Yami had seen these two duel a hundred times before. He had never seen Jounouchi win. Never. So he went in search of other entertainment.
Anzu saw him leave, and forced herself to remain where she was. She wasn't over him yet. Not by a long shot.
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Ryou lay with his head in Bakura's lap, reading. Bakura looked down at his love.
"What are you reading?" he asked. Ryou shoved the book cover under his nose. "The Erotic Tales of the Spellcasters?" Bakura read. "Where the hell did you get that?"
"Yami. He gave it to me on Friday."
"Really? What's it about?"
"Primarily the Dark Magician. He's in love with the Mystical Elf, but he's already in a relationship with his sister, the Dark Elf."
"So why are Neo the Magic Swordsman and the Ancient Elf on the cover?"
"Because the Ancient Elf is married to the Mystical Elf, but is secretly having an affair with Neo."
"Ooookay then. Yami actually *owns* that trashy romance novel?" Bakura asked, surprised. Ryou nodded. Bakura picked up the book and threw it away. "I have a better idea."
Ryou moaned as Bakura trailed kisses up his neck, his hand roaming to Ryou's hips.
"No. stop it, we can't. We promised not to."
"Fuck," muttered Bakura. Ryou was right. They *had* promised not to. When Mrs Tsunaki had found them in bed together, they had no choice but to come clean about Bakura's origin. Well, that, or continue to say Bakura was Ryou's twin. Bakura snorted. Twincest!
The Tsunakis had let them stay, on the condition they promised they would "not do that sort of thing in the house". Where did they want them to do it, in the front garden?
But Ryou was adamant that they would not go back on their word, and retrieved his book. Bakura, at a loss for something to do, read it over his shoulder.
" 'You know you are still in love with me, Magician,' the purple-haired elf whispered, her breath tickling his skin. 'No! You're wrong. It is your sister I love.' He cursed, as he bit on his lip, trying to stop himself from physically reacting to her caress. To no avail. Her hand gently ran up his thigh, as a wet heat enveloped his manhood. He moaned, her tongue flicking the hardened skin of his."
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Yami ambled his way through the crowd, past three several story high blue eyes statues. He smiled to himself, remembering last Saturday night. The contented feeling was short lived, however. Passing a corridor marked 'no access', he saw a dark figure disappear up a flight of stairs.
If there was one thing Yami had learnt in his unnaturally long life, it was to go with his gut instincts. And right now, judging by the wave of nausea he felt, whoever the mystery person was, he was up to no good. Yami sprang over the barrier, and silently followed the stranger up the stairs.
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Seto groaned as he found yet *another* fault in the programming of his second virtual game. Stupid incompetent wankers couldn't do *anything* on their own. What he wouldn't give to splatter their brains with a shotgun.
As Seto scraped the imaginary innards from the corridors of his mind, he was shaken from the uplifting daydream by a yelp from behind. "Seto!"
"Mokuba!" cried Kaiba, seeing his little brother squirming, trying to escape the grasp of one of his executive's goons. Not again.
"Both of you stay where you are!" a handgun clicked, as it was lifted to Mokuba's temple. The man addressed Kaiba. "It seems the simplest plans are always the best. No magic eyes, no virtual pods. You move, I shoot. And that goes for you, too, little Mokuba."
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Yami had heard enough. In an act of reckless stupidity - sorry, reckless *bravery* - he stumbled through the door.
The three in the room stood and stared at the spiky haired teen who had just crashed the party. This was a good enough opening for Yami, who launched himself at the gunman.
"No, Yami! Don't!" shouted Seto, partly from concern for Mokuba, but also for Yami. Over his initial shock, and seeing the goon distracted, he, too, jumped at the assailant.
Time slowed. Mokuba twisted out of the man's grasp, his heart pounding in his ears. The goon, who had turned towards Yami, returned his gaze to the elder Kaiba brother.
"No!" cried Yami, reaching for his neck.
"Big Brother!" Mokuba practically screamed, tears streaming down his cheeks, as a single echoing shot rang out from the pistol.
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Da da dum! Did the pistol get anyone? Did it? Was it Seto? Yami? Mokuba? Is one of them going to *die*? One way to find out. Review!
It might be a little while (like, more than a day) until my next update. I'm expecting to be banned from everything once mum reads my report, which is lying on the dining table, unopened.
Disclaimer: This is boring I just wanna get on with the chapter.
Chapter 8: No Hero
* * *
"I summon the Dark Magician!" cried Yugi, releasing the Duel Disk, A large crowd had assembled and were watching the duel excitedly. "And I protect him with Magical Hats!"
Jou swore. "Yugi's got this one in the bag," said Honda. Anzu nodded.
Yami had seen these two duel a hundred times before. He had never seen Jounouchi win. Never. So he went in search of other entertainment.
Anzu saw him leave, and forced herself to remain where she was. She wasn't over him yet. Not by a long shot.
* * *
Ryou lay with his head in Bakura's lap, reading. Bakura looked down at his love.
"What are you reading?" he asked. Ryou shoved the book cover under his nose. "The Erotic Tales of the Spellcasters?" Bakura read. "Where the hell did you get that?"
"Yami. He gave it to me on Friday."
"Really? What's it about?"
"Primarily the Dark Magician. He's in love with the Mystical Elf, but he's already in a relationship with his sister, the Dark Elf."
"So why are Neo the Magic Swordsman and the Ancient Elf on the cover?"
"Because the Ancient Elf is married to the Mystical Elf, but is secretly having an affair with Neo."
"Ooookay then. Yami actually *owns* that trashy romance novel?" Bakura asked, surprised. Ryou nodded. Bakura picked up the book and threw it away. "I have a better idea."
Ryou moaned as Bakura trailed kisses up his neck, his hand roaming to Ryou's hips.
"No. stop it, we can't. We promised not to."
"Fuck," muttered Bakura. Ryou was right. They *had* promised not to. When Mrs Tsunaki had found them in bed together, they had no choice but to come clean about Bakura's origin. Well, that, or continue to say Bakura was Ryou's twin. Bakura snorted. Twincest!
The Tsunakis had let them stay, on the condition they promised they would "not do that sort of thing in the house". Where did they want them to do it, in the front garden?
But Ryou was adamant that they would not go back on their word, and retrieved his book. Bakura, at a loss for something to do, read it over his shoulder.
" 'You know you are still in love with me, Magician,' the purple-haired elf whispered, her breath tickling his skin. 'No! You're wrong. It is your sister I love.' He cursed, as he bit on his lip, trying to stop himself from physically reacting to her caress. To no avail. Her hand gently ran up his thigh, as a wet heat enveloped his manhood. He moaned, her tongue flicking the hardened skin of his."
* * *
Yami ambled his way through the crowd, past three several story high blue eyes statues. He smiled to himself, remembering last Saturday night. The contented feeling was short lived, however. Passing a corridor marked 'no access', he saw a dark figure disappear up a flight of stairs.
If there was one thing Yami had learnt in his unnaturally long life, it was to go with his gut instincts. And right now, judging by the wave of nausea he felt, whoever the mystery person was, he was up to no good. Yami sprang over the barrier, and silently followed the stranger up the stairs.
* * *
Seto groaned as he found yet *another* fault in the programming of his second virtual game. Stupid incompetent wankers couldn't do *anything* on their own. What he wouldn't give to splatter their brains with a shotgun.
As Seto scraped the imaginary innards from the corridors of his mind, he was shaken from the uplifting daydream by a yelp from behind. "Seto!"
"Mokuba!" cried Kaiba, seeing his little brother squirming, trying to escape the grasp of one of his executive's goons. Not again.
"Both of you stay where you are!" a handgun clicked, as it was lifted to Mokuba's temple. The man addressed Kaiba. "It seems the simplest plans are always the best. No magic eyes, no virtual pods. You move, I shoot. And that goes for you, too, little Mokuba."
* * *
Yami had heard enough. In an act of reckless stupidity - sorry, reckless *bravery* - he stumbled through the door.
The three in the room stood and stared at the spiky haired teen who had just crashed the party. This was a good enough opening for Yami, who launched himself at the gunman.
"No, Yami! Don't!" shouted Seto, partly from concern for Mokuba, but also for Yami. Over his initial shock, and seeing the goon distracted, he, too, jumped at the assailant.
Time slowed. Mokuba twisted out of the man's grasp, his heart pounding in his ears. The goon, who had turned towards Yami, returned his gaze to the elder Kaiba brother.
"No!" cried Yami, reaching for his neck.
"Big Brother!" Mokuba practically screamed, tears streaming down his cheeks, as a single echoing shot rang out from the pistol.
* * *
Da da dum! Did the pistol get anyone? Did it? Was it Seto? Yami? Mokuba? Is one of them going to *die*? One way to find out. Review!
It might be a little while (like, more than a day) until my next update. I'm expecting to be banned from everything once mum reads my report, which is lying on the dining table, unopened.