blazing star.
A Yu Gi Oh fan fic by Heavens to Bikini Kill
Three
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He had to force his feet to move towards Kaiba's home.
It was so damn...big. Almost ominous. Almost.
The nine millimeter in his coat suddenly put on five more pounds, and he had to drag his mind and his weapon to the front gate. He lifted a two-ton finger and pressed a button.
A tired, almost bored, voice yawned. "May I help you?"
"Yes," he choked out. "I am Naoki Uyeda, here to drop off some work with Mr. Kaiba. He should be expecting me..." Kenji didn't want to flatter himself. Kaiba probably told his servants to prevent his lowly mortal of an employee from entering and fulfilling his assignment at all costs.
Kenji checked his watch. Eleven forty five. Fifteen minutes early.
He could hear the man nod. "Yes, I see. Please enter through the gate."
Kenji did. He shuffled slowly through the home, keeping his eyes to the ridiculously clean carpet. It was a creamy white, Kenji noted, much like vanilla. Not that it mattered.
The butler bowed deeply and pointed up the stairs. "Mr. Kaiba is waiting for you. Up the stairs, to the right, down the hall, first right, third door on your left."
"Arigatou," Kenji bowed also and made his way up the winding staircase.
The blocks of lead attached to the end of his legs clumped up the steps, and he looked at the crossroads at the top. The man said to take a right.
The hall was devoid of all light, and Kenji could hear his heart beating. That was something that he could not explain. "I have killed many people in my past," he prayed to himself, "why does it seem like I shouldn't kill him?"
First right.
"I don't like killing people, but I'm being paid good money. I'm bound by a contract. I said I would kill Seto Kaiba, and if I go back on that I'm a dead man."
He stared at the door. I do not want to kill Seto Kaiba. I have to kill Seto Kaiba. His eyes squeezed shut, and he gripped the door's knob.
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"Uyeda." Kaiba didn't look up, and didn't turn in his seat.
"You have your work everywhere, ne?" Kenji tried to make small talk in order to keep Kaiba distracted.
The CEO didn't respond, and all Kenji heard was the constant, quick tapping of Kaiba's flying fingers on his keyboard.
He held his gun, ready to pull it out. "Why did you have me come here, Mr. Kaiba?"
Kaiba didn't answer for a few moments, taking the time to pull out a pack of cigarettes. He observed it in the light of his table lamp. "Interesting things, aren't they?" He smirked to himself. "They're so small...yet so dangerous. Possessing so much risk...death, even..."
"Answer my question, if you will, sir."
The CEO rose from his seat and walked slowly towards Kenji. "I've been dreaming about you." He lifted a long, slender finger to Kenji's face, under the pretense of stroking it. "I don't like you very much, but something compels me to --"
"To die?" The gun was at Kaiba's chest.
Kaiba's eyes widened with fear. "What is the meaning of this?"
"Someone wants you dead, obviously." His eyes became mirrors.
Kaiba chuckled softly, trying to hide his obvious fear. "And you are some sort of assassin, ne? It was partly obvious. Your application was too perfect."
"Shut up."
"Man of few words, are we?" Kaiba threw his hands up in defeat. "Fine. Kill me. Not much I can do anyway." He paused in thought. "But tell me, humor me, who hired you?"
"Hoshiro Takashi."
He smiled. "I knew it. That man could never compete." He squeezed his eyes shut. "I hope you have a silencer. I don't want Mokuba to hear." He waited.
And as Kenji placed his finger over the trigger, time slowed to a crawl.
Seto Kaiba was just another CEO.
Seto Kaiba was a selfish CEO.
Seto Kaiba was arrogant.
Seto Kaiba had a little brother to provide for.
Seto Kaiba had hundreds of employees to pay.
Seto Kaiba was...
Seto Kaiba was beautiful.
The gun made its way back to the owner's pocket, and the hand that was previously holding it grabbed hold of the other man's collar.
"Damn it, Kaiba," he growled, "You're coming with me."
They both went off in a black car with nothing but a gun, two packs of cigarettes, and a lighter.
A Yu Gi Oh fan fic by Heavens to Bikini Kill
Three
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He had to force his feet to move towards Kaiba's home.
It was so damn...big. Almost ominous. Almost.
The nine millimeter in his coat suddenly put on five more pounds, and he had to drag his mind and his weapon to the front gate. He lifted a two-ton finger and pressed a button.
A tired, almost bored, voice yawned. "May I help you?"
"Yes," he choked out. "I am Naoki Uyeda, here to drop off some work with Mr. Kaiba. He should be expecting me..." Kenji didn't want to flatter himself. Kaiba probably told his servants to prevent his lowly mortal of an employee from entering and fulfilling his assignment at all costs.
Kenji checked his watch. Eleven forty five. Fifteen minutes early.
He could hear the man nod. "Yes, I see. Please enter through the gate."
Kenji did. He shuffled slowly through the home, keeping his eyes to the ridiculously clean carpet. It was a creamy white, Kenji noted, much like vanilla. Not that it mattered.
The butler bowed deeply and pointed up the stairs. "Mr. Kaiba is waiting for you. Up the stairs, to the right, down the hall, first right, third door on your left."
"Arigatou," Kenji bowed also and made his way up the winding staircase.
The blocks of lead attached to the end of his legs clumped up the steps, and he looked at the crossroads at the top. The man said to take a right.
The hall was devoid of all light, and Kenji could hear his heart beating. That was something that he could not explain. "I have killed many people in my past," he prayed to himself, "why does it seem like I shouldn't kill him?"
First right.
"I don't like killing people, but I'm being paid good money. I'm bound by a contract. I said I would kill Seto Kaiba, and if I go back on that I'm a dead man."
He stared at the door. I do not want to kill Seto Kaiba. I have to kill Seto Kaiba. His eyes squeezed shut, and he gripped the door's knob.
----
"Uyeda." Kaiba didn't look up, and didn't turn in his seat.
"You have your work everywhere, ne?" Kenji tried to make small talk in order to keep Kaiba distracted.
The CEO didn't respond, and all Kenji heard was the constant, quick tapping of Kaiba's flying fingers on his keyboard.
He held his gun, ready to pull it out. "Why did you have me come here, Mr. Kaiba?"
Kaiba didn't answer for a few moments, taking the time to pull out a pack of cigarettes. He observed it in the light of his table lamp. "Interesting things, aren't they?" He smirked to himself. "They're so small...yet so dangerous. Possessing so much risk...death, even..."
"Answer my question, if you will, sir."
The CEO rose from his seat and walked slowly towards Kenji. "I've been dreaming about you." He lifted a long, slender finger to Kenji's face, under the pretense of stroking it. "I don't like you very much, but something compels me to --"
"To die?" The gun was at Kaiba's chest.
Kaiba's eyes widened with fear. "What is the meaning of this?"
"Someone wants you dead, obviously." His eyes became mirrors.
Kaiba chuckled softly, trying to hide his obvious fear. "And you are some sort of assassin, ne? It was partly obvious. Your application was too perfect."
"Shut up."
"Man of few words, are we?" Kaiba threw his hands up in defeat. "Fine. Kill me. Not much I can do anyway." He paused in thought. "But tell me, humor me, who hired you?"
"Hoshiro Takashi."
He smiled. "I knew it. That man could never compete." He squeezed his eyes shut. "I hope you have a silencer. I don't want Mokuba to hear." He waited.
And as Kenji placed his finger over the trigger, time slowed to a crawl.
Seto Kaiba was just another CEO.
Seto Kaiba was a selfish CEO.
Seto Kaiba was arrogant.
Seto Kaiba had a little brother to provide for.
Seto Kaiba had hundreds of employees to pay.
Seto Kaiba was...
Seto Kaiba was beautiful.
The gun made its way back to the owner's pocket, and the hand that was previously holding it grabbed hold of the other man's collar.
"Damn it, Kaiba," he growled, "You're coming with me."
They both went off in a black car with nothing but a gun, two packs of cigarettes, and a lighter.