Nekomi swept into the throne room and strode to the second throne that
stood on the dais. Her eyes flashed. Hazime followed close behind and took
his place at her back. Oh! She was in one of her moods. At least the anger
was directed at Malik, Hazime thought anxiously.
Malik looked up from the tedious novel. "How fairs your mission?"
Nekomi drew her eyes slowly upward, "Fine, considering the help I got from YOU." She spit the last word, jumping to her feet. Her eyes filled with a fire that threatened to come free of the binds her eyes had on it. The pressure in the room built.
"MY help, dear Lady?" Voice mild, fingers delicately tracing the patterns on his rod, Malik used the perfect combination to set her off completely.
"Yes, YOUR help. Just what did you think you were doing?"
"What?"
She threw her hands up in a fit of rage and frustration. Her brow furrowed in an unmistakable scowl. "I think you know perfectly well what I mean, Malik Ishtar. I am no fool and if you THINK for just one moment that's I'm going to stand by and let you-"
"Lady, perhaps you would like to know just what I had in mind when I sent Ki to watch you?"
At the mention of his own name, a man drew forward from the shadows. He looked even more heartless than the last time she had seen him. And he had that looking on his face. Oh! She'd kill him for that look as soon as have to HEAR about him. Yesm Ki was making his place known. On her 'list', that is. Her blood ran cold, "Perhaps we should discuss things in a more business like setting?"
Alone. That meant she wanted to be alone. Very well, the Lady did have charm, which was one thing that Malik have to admit to. "Very well. Ki. You are dismissed." He turned mildly to her, "Shall we dismiss the body guards, as well, or would you prefer to have you back watched?"
She was a bit unsure of whether he was talking about Hazime or his own bodyguard, so she shook her head slightly. "I don't trust you that much. Tell me your plan." She fixed her ice green eyes on his playful purple orbs. As he whispered lightly in her ear, she felt a strange sense of pleasure and giddiness. He was so close, and yet, just out of her reach. Wait. No! she thought. I'm NOT going to get all gushy over Malik. He is, after all, as cold and evil as I am.
"Very well," Nekomi purred after a moment, shifting her weight away from him again, "I shall continue with my plans on captivating little Yugi's soul." She raised her hand as she spoke, gesturing to the heavens.
Malik took her hand in his. "And we will be the two most powerful people in all of the world." He raised her silky white hand to his lips and brushed softly against them. "Tell me then, how are you progressing in regards to little Yugi?"
Green eyes flashed secretively, "I think I can safely say that he will not be a problem much longer."
Malik's lips trailed slowly up her arm to gently caress her neck. "Excellent."
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Who WAS she? Seto paced around his computer room, fretting. She was beautiful, yes, but many girls were pretty enough. There was just something about the way that she spoke to him. The way her eyes looked when she addressed him, when she ground his face in the dirt, more like it.
"Whose duel disk did she say she had?" He stopped pacing. Froze for a moment and then strode to his computer. "Some one who was already kicked out of the tournament..." Seto's fingers flew across the keyboard, causing noise so deafening that even Kaiba could barely concentrate.
A few people who were illegally in the tournament, a few rare hunters... There it was. Weevil Underwood. Another few clicks of the keyboard and the name was changed... but what WAS her name? She had never told him, had she? Perhaps, online somewhere? Yes, the Internet was Kaiba's domain. He could find anything there...
Then again, 'slender', 'black-haired', and 'green-eyed' didn't give that accurate a description. Of course, there was also 'hot tempered', 'arrogant', 'playful' Wait! The tone of voice, she had to be of higher birth.
Searching through the pictures of all the rich men's daughters was long, but profitable. Nekomi Miyahara of Shishikui. Yes, she WAS the heiress of a rather large fortress. That explains that attitude, but what about the dueling? It didn't say anything on the WebPages, but Seto double-checked anyway.
Seto entered the new duelist information into the computer and deleted all the old information about Weevil Underwood. Which reminded him... "STUPID IDIOT!" Seto cursed himself. "Check the tracking device!"
Blank.
The next safety installed locating mechanism?
Blank.
The dueling monitor?
Blank.
"Shit."
Was the duel disk still working? It would look SO bad for the company if Kaiba lost a duelist. His system would NOT fall apart! All that advertising... No, everything there was fine, as well.
"That little... MY SYSTEM CANNOT BE HACKED INTO!! YOU-" Seto sputtered angrily at his computer screens. "I AM SETO KAIBA! I WILL NOT BE UNDERESTIMATED NOR PLAYED LIKE SOME STUPID PUPPET-!"
"Seto?"
Shit. Mokuba was there. "What?"
"Who hacked into your perfect system, now? I told you to fix that glitch in file C12487 of the program."
God, Mokuba looked so innocent. It really threw a lot of people off guard when they talked to him. He acted and talked like a normal kid most of the time. He even sounded naïve. Amazing to think he understood all this computer crap as well as Seto himself. "I said I'd take a look at it, I've been busy. I DO have a company to run, little brother."
Mokuba rolled his eyes. When would Seto stop treating him like a little kid? HE was more adult than his older brother. Chasing after some girl. Humph. "If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times! You really shouldn't procrastinate so much, Set-"
"That's IT Mokuba!! You're a genius!" With that, Seto ran from the room. Nekomi was gonna be sorry she even insulted THIS multi-billionaire computer genius!
Malik looked up from the tedious novel. "How fairs your mission?"
Nekomi drew her eyes slowly upward, "Fine, considering the help I got from YOU." She spit the last word, jumping to her feet. Her eyes filled with a fire that threatened to come free of the binds her eyes had on it. The pressure in the room built.
"MY help, dear Lady?" Voice mild, fingers delicately tracing the patterns on his rod, Malik used the perfect combination to set her off completely.
"Yes, YOUR help. Just what did you think you were doing?"
"What?"
She threw her hands up in a fit of rage and frustration. Her brow furrowed in an unmistakable scowl. "I think you know perfectly well what I mean, Malik Ishtar. I am no fool and if you THINK for just one moment that's I'm going to stand by and let you-"
"Lady, perhaps you would like to know just what I had in mind when I sent Ki to watch you?"
At the mention of his own name, a man drew forward from the shadows. He looked even more heartless than the last time she had seen him. And he had that looking on his face. Oh! She'd kill him for that look as soon as have to HEAR about him. Yesm Ki was making his place known. On her 'list', that is. Her blood ran cold, "Perhaps we should discuss things in a more business like setting?"
Alone. That meant she wanted to be alone. Very well, the Lady did have charm, which was one thing that Malik have to admit to. "Very well. Ki. You are dismissed." He turned mildly to her, "Shall we dismiss the body guards, as well, or would you prefer to have you back watched?"
She was a bit unsure of whether he was talking about Hazime or his own bodyguard, so she shook her head slightly. "I don't trust you that much. Tell me your plan." She fixed her ice green eyes on his playful purple orbs. As he whispered lightly in her ear, she felt a strange sense of pleasure and giddiness. He was so close, and yet, just out of her reach. Wait. No! she thought. I'm NOT going to get all gushy over Malik. He is, after all, as cold and evil as I am.
"Very well," Nekomi purred after a moment, shifting her weight away from him again, "I shall continue with my plans on captivating little Yugi's soul." She raised her hand as she spoke, gesturing to the heavens.
Malik took her hand in his. "And we will be the two most powerful people in all of the world." He raised her silky white hand to his lips and brushed softly against them. "Tell me then, how are you progressing in regards to little Yugi?"
Green eyes flashed secretively, "I think I can safely say that he will not be a problem much longer."
Malik's lips trailed slowly up her arm to gently caress her neck. "Excellent."
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Who WAS she? Seto paced around his computer room, fretting. She was beautiful, yes, but many girls were pretty enough. There was just something about the way that she spoke to him. The way her eyes looked when she addressed him, when she ground his face in the dirt, more like it.
"Whose duel disk did she say she had?" He stopped pacing. Froze for a moment and then strode to his computer. "Some one who was already kicked out of the tournament..." Seto's fingers flew across the keyboard, causing noise so deafening that even Kaiba could barely concentrate.
A few people who were illegally in the tournament, a few rare hunters... There it was. Weevil Underwood. Another few clicks of the keyboard and the name was changed... but what WAS her name? She had never told him, had she? Perhaps, online somewhere? Yes, the Internet was Kaiba's domain. He could find anything there...
Then again, 'slender', 'black-haired', and 'green-eyed' didn't give that accurate a description. Of course, there was also 'hot tempered', 'arrogant', 'playful' Wait! The tone of voice, she had to be of higher birth.
Searching through the pictures of all the rich men's daughters was long, but profitable. Nekomi Miyahara of Shishikui. Yes, she WAS the heiress of a rather large fortress. That explains that attitude, but what about the dueling? It didn't say anything on the WebPages, but Seto double-checked anyway.
Seto entered the new duelist information into the computer and deleted all the old information about Weevil Underwood. Which reminded him... "STUPID IDIOT!" Seto cursed himself. "Check the tracking device!"
Blank.
The next safety installed locating mechanism?
Blank.
The dueling monitor?
Blank.
"Shit."
Was the duel disk still working? It would look SO bad for the company if Kaiba lost a duelist. His system would NOT fall apart! All that advertising... No, everything there was fine, as well.
"That little... MY SYSTEM CANNOT BE HACKED INTO!! YOU-" Seto sputtered angrily at his computer screens. "I AM SETO KAIBA! I WILL NOT BE UNDERESTIMATED NOR PLAYED LIKE SOME STUPID PUPPET-!"
"Seto?"
Shit. Mokuba was there. "What?"
"Who hacked into your perfect system, now? I told you to fix that glitch in file C12487 of the program."
God, Mokuba looked so innocent. It really threw a lot of people off guard when they talked to him. He acted and talked like a normal kid most of the time. He even sounded naïve. Amazing to think he understood all this computer crap as well as Seto himself. "I said I'd take a look at it, I've been busy. I DO have a company to run, little brother."
Mokuba rolled his eyes. When would Seto stop treating him like a little kid? HE was more adult than his older brother. Chasing after some girl. Humph. "If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times! You really shouldn't procrastinate so much, Set-"
"That's IT Mokuba!! You're a genius!" With that, Seto ran from the room. Nekomi was gonna be sorry she even insulted THIS multi-billionaire computer genius!