blazing star.
A Yu Gi Oh fan fic by Heavens to Bikini Kill
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Off to kill another international superstar. Kenji, like most other folks, hated his job.
There were multiple explanations as to why Kenji bothered to become, and to stay, an assassin. One could link it to his childhood, when he had so many areas of expertise (a regular Renaissance man), that his counselor told him to choose one or he'd never get a job. Someone else, upon closer examination, would claim that it was because few careers would allow you to work for yourself, and only for yourself. Another person, walking in on the conversation, would argue that it was because Kenji was just damn good at killing people.
That was a talent that Kenji always hated. The talent was why he was sitting at a Starbucks (they have them everywhere, even in Japan), sucking on a cigarette like it was his lifeline, staring at a small photograph of a man who Mr. Takashi called Seto Kaiba. He was supposed to die within a week.
He was cute, Kenji decided. His hair looked awful, but something about his eyes captured him. They were absorbing, almost obsessive. He was hungry, hungry for power, for money, for...love? Kenji chewed on that thought for a while. He was usually right about people's desires, but this one seemed different from Mr. Takashi's description of Kaiba. "He's greedy, insensitive, and he implements illegal and unfair business practices."
That meant that Takashi wanted Kaiba out of the way so he could dominate the game world. But who was Kenji to judge? The man was paying him good money, giving Kenji the first job he had in a year. Assassins just weren't that much in demand anymore.
Kenji took another thoughtful puff of his cigarette, and placed the photo away. He needed a train ticket to get to Domino.
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The window went from a blur of greens and blue to one of shades of gray. Domino was drab and ugly like all other metropolises that seemed to be spreading and taking over the face of the planet. Environmentalists weren't as crazy as everyone made them out to be.
Kenji got up and grabbed his bag, and made himself a part of the hustle and bustle out of the train station. As he pushed past people to taxi stops, he thought that if anything else, he really would like to have someone to love. Male or female, it didn't matter to him. He refused to recognize any sort of difference between liking the two: love was love, and he wanted it. He had a heart, he just didn't get the chance to refer to it that often.
Over his shoulder he slung a overnight bag, and he clutched a letter addressed to Naoki Uyeda. Naoki Uyeda, not Kenji Kokuro, was to work in business management for Kaiba Corp. Looking back over the years, he must have had at least a dozen different names, names that people normally forget in the light of someone else's death. It allowed him to disappear, easily.
The taxi pulled up and he hopped in. Taxis were like a foreign oddity back in Tokyo, and it occurred to him that Domino was probably a different city all together, different from anything else in Japan. He tapped the glass separating him from the driver. "Excuse me, sir, do you know the way to Kaiba Corporation?"
The taxi driver grumbled some terrible swear words, and then answered, "Everyone knows where that damn Kaiba is."
Kenji backed away slowly. "Can you...at least take me there?"
"Yeah, yeah, sure..." The driver slammed on the gas, as if to get the trip to the corporation done and over with as soon as possible.
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Kenji dropped some yen into the driver's waiting palm and thanked him profusely. The man's frown never disappeared, so Kenji gave up on trying to cheer him up.
He turned around and gazed on his new, temporary place of employment. He wondered for a few moments what would happen to the place once the CEO was killed...it'd be difficult to just tear it down and get rid of all of those jobs. Taking a deep breath, Kenji dived into the world of corporate greed and competition, the world in which those whose toy companies couldn't compete would try to kill off their competition.
He made his way to the front desk. The lady sitting there, a sweet, sixty year old secretary who went by the name of Ms. Inubashu, looked up from her computer.
"May I help you, sir?"
Kenji nodded and handed her the letter. "I'm Naoki Uyeda, new assistant advisor of business management?" He pulled out a pair of glasses and tried to fix his long, unruly hair as Ms. Inubashu examined the letter and typed the name into the computer's database.
She handed the letter back to him. "Okay then, Mr. Uyeda. Your office and your new boss are both waiting on the thirty-seventh floor."
Kenji nodded and bowed. "Arigatou."
"No problem. The elevator's that way." She pointed behind him, and as Kenji turned to leave, she said, "And I would suggest that you fix your hair some. You know what they say about first impressions."
Kenji nodded and smiled again. He entered the elevator and pressed the button for the thirty-seventh floor. It would be a pity to deprive that sweet woman of a job.
He stepped out of the elevator, and turned into a maze of cubicles. He checked the panels for his name, and after going through what seemed like scores and scores of employees, he finally found his.
It was plain and uniform, with a desk, file cabinet, and an iMac. G5 processor, he admired.
"Naoki Uyeda?" a sharp voice demanded behind him.
Kenji turned to see Seto Kaiba, his target, and the cutest CEO he had ever been paid to kill. "Yes?"
"I am Seto Kaiba, your boss for as long as you don't anger me." He stood in the entrance of the cubicle, completely stiff, radiating coldness and indifference.
Kenji decided to make a good impression, and he held out his hand. "Pleasure to meet you." It hung in the air for a few moments, with Kaiba looking at it as if it were a terrible curse word. Kenji put it away.
"You are late. By five minutes." He glared directly through Kenji, as if he were throwing daggers.
"Gomen nasai." Kenji bowed deeply.
"Get up, you fool. Work begins for you at eight. Not eight o' one, not eight twenty-six. If you are even two seconds late, you can kiss your ass out of Kaiba Corp." He tossed a stack of file folders at Kenji's chest. "Here are the newest numbers of this company. I want a report by tomorrow at nine. Not --"
"--not nine o' two, not nine forty-seven. I know, sir. I will."
Kaiba glared daggers at his newest employee. "Then do it." He stormed out and back to wherever cold, angry CEOs go.
Kenji sighed and fell into his chair, propping his feet onto the desk and staring at the ceiling. "And I only have a week?"
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I have a feeling that this fic will be very long.
Reviews, appreciated.
A Yu Gi Oh fan fic by Heavens to Bikini Kill
One
-----------------
Off to kill another international superstar. Kenji, like most other folks, hated his job.
There were multiple explanations as to why Kenji bothered to become, and to stay, an assassin. One could link it to his childhood, when he had so many areas of expertise (a regular Renaissance man), that his counselor told him to choose one or he'd never get a job. Someone else, upon closer examination, would claim that it was because few careers would allow you to work for yourself, and only for yourself. Another person, walking in on the conversation, would argue that it was because Kenji was just damn good at killing people.
That was a talent that Kenji always hated. The talent was why he was sitting at a Starbucks (they have them everywhere, even in Japan), sucking on a cigarette like it was his lifeline, staring at a small photograph of a man who Mr. Takashi called Seto Kaiba. He was supposed to die within a week.
He was cute, Kenji decided. His hair looked awful, but something about his eyes captured him. They were absorbing, almost obsessive. He was hungry, hungry for power, for money, for...love? Kenji chewed on that thought for a while. He was usually right about people's desires, but this one seemed different from Mr. Takashi's description of Kaiba. "He's greedy, insensitive, and he implements illegal and unfair business practices."
That meant that Takashi wanted Kaiba out of the way so he could dominate the game world. But who was Kenji to judge? The man was paying him good money, giving Kenji the first job he had in a year. Assassins just weren't that much in demand anymore.
Kenji took another thoughtful puff of his cigarette, and placed the photo away. He needed a train ticket to get to Domino.
----
The window went from a blur of greens and blue to one of shades of gray. Domino was drab and ugly like all other metropolises that seemed to be spreading and taking over the face of the planet. Environmentalists weren't as crazy as everyone made them out to be.
Kenji got up and grabbed his bag, and made himself a part of the hustle and bustle out of the train station. As he pushed past people to taxi stops, he thought that if anything else, he really would like to have someone to love. Male or female, it didn't matter to him. He refused to recognize any sort of difference between liking the two: love was love, and he wanted it. He had a heart, he just didn't get the chance to refer to it that often.
Over his shoulder he slung a overnight bag, and he clutched a letter addressed to Naoki Uyeda. Naoki Uyeda, not Kenji Kokuro, was to work in business management for Kaiba Corp. Looking back over the years, he must have had at least a dozen different names, names that people normally forget in the light of someone else's death. It allowed him to disappear, easily.
The taxi pulled up and he hopped in. Taxis were like a foreign oddity back in Tokyo, and it occurred to him that Domino was probably a different city all together, different from anything else in Japan. He tapped the glass separating him from the driver. "Excuse me, sir, do you know the way to Kaiba Corporation?"
The taxi driver grumbled some terrible swear words, and then answered, "Everyone knows where that damn Kaiba is."
Kenji backed away slowly. "Can you...at least take me there?"
"Yeah, yeah, sure..." The driver slammed on the gas, as if to get the trip to the corporation done and over with as soon as possible.
----
Kenji dropped some yen into the driver's waiting palm and thanked him profusely. The man's frown never disappeared, so Kenji gave up on trying to cheer him up.
He turned around and gazed on his new, temporary place of employment. He wondered for a few moments what would happen to the place once the CEO was killed...it'd be difficult to just tear it down and get rid of all of those jobs. Taking a deep breath, Kenji dived into the world of corporate greed and competition, the world in which those whose toy companies couldn't compete would try to kill off their competition.
He made his way to the front desk. The lady sitting there, a sweet, sixty year old secretary who went by the name of Ms. Inubashu, looked up from her computer.
"May I help you, sir?"
Kenji nodded and handed her the letter. "I'm Naoki Uyeda, new assistant advisor of business management?" He pulled out a pair of glasses and tried to fix his long, unruly hair as Ms. Inubashu examined the letter and typed the name into the computer's database.
She handed the letter back to him. "Okay then, Mr. Uyeda. Your office and your new boss are both waiting on the thirty-seventh floor."
Kenji nodded and bowed. "Arigatou."
"No problem. The elevator's that way." She pointed behind him, and as Kenji turned to leave, she said, "And I would suggest that you fix your hair some. You know what they say about first impressions."
Kenji nodded and smiled again. He entered the elevator and pressed the button for the thirty-seventh floor. It would be a pity to deprive that sweet woman of a job.
He stepped out of the elevator, and turned into a maze of cubicles. He checked the panels for his name, and after going through what seemed like scores and scores of employees, he finally found his.
It was plain and uniform, with a desk, file cabinet, and an iMac. G5 processor, he admired.
"Naoki Uyeda?" a sharp voice demanded behind him.
Kenji turned to see Seto Kaiba, his target, and the cutest CEO he had ever been paid to kill. "Yes?"
"I am Seto Kaiba, your boss for as long as you don't anger me." He stood in the entrance of the cubicle, completely stiff, radiating coldness and indifference.
Kenji decided to make a good impression, and he held out his hand. "Pleasure to meet you." It hung in the air for a few moments, with Kaiba looking at it as if it were a terrible curse word. Kenji put it away.
"You are late. By five minutes." He glared directly through Kenji, as if he were throwing daggers.
"Gomen nasai." Kenji bowed deeply.
"Get up, you fool. Work begins for you at eight. Not eight o' one, not eight twenty-six. If you are even two seconds late, you can kiss your ass out of Kaiba Corp." He tossed a stack of file folders at Kenji's chest. "Here are the newest numbers of this company. I want a report by tomorrow at nine. Not --"
"--not nine o' two, not nine forty-seven. I know, sir. I will."
Kaiba glared daggers at his newest employee. "Then do it." He stormed out and back to wherever cold, angry CEOs go.
Kenji sighed and fell into his chair, propping his feet onto the desk and staring at the ceiling. "And I only have a week?"
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I have a feeling that this fic will be very long.
Reviews, appreciated.