Okay, It's safe once more little ones. And I do not own Yugioh.
Malik yanked the door open with more force than was intended and glared at Hazime. The door slammed uncerimoniously against the wall. Undaunted, after years serving his temperamental mistress, Hazime continued his announcement. "A stranger has entered the premisses and is abusing property. Specifically the west entrance door." He glanced at the two of them, then added, shyly, "And your dress is backwards, Mistress."
Nekomi cursed and waved Malik away. He followed a blushing Hazime to the control center where an irridescent screen flashed images of a tall, brown haired man in a long flowing white coat, pounding on the door. He looked like some sort of deranged monkey that was being kept from its food supply.
"Audio," Malik commanded, trying not to laugh at the pathetic creature.
The computers whirred softly, and a voice analyasis machine clicked, flashing a green button once. Security measures sometimes made certain processes take longer, but it was well worth it. Sound was quickly added to complete the scene happening several hundred yards away.
"-Know you're in there Nekomi! I tracked you! Come out and face me! Unless you are to afraid to come and talk about me to my face!? I knew you were a coward! You-" screamed the monkey-man, pounding his fists against the door to a steady pulse.
"Hazime," Malik commanded. "Tell me what you know of this man. And be quick about it."
"He is Seto Kaiba," Nekomi sneered from the doorway. Her black, rumpled dress was gone and in its place a long silky dress of the darkest blue hung from her shoulders, breasts, and waist. A long slit up the left side revealed on shapely thigh and Malik found himself lusting after her once more.
At the mention of the man's name, a second screen flickered to life, relaying scematics of a tower, and several buildings belonging to Kaiba Corp. A picture of Seto appeared along with a long list of stats. Blood type, age, etc. An entire biography was just a click away if Malik so desired to look at it. He focused on the problem at hand, and the threat to his lady.
"Shall I dispose of him, My Lady?" Hazime asked quietly, stealing Malik's chance at chivalry.
"No, I will give him what he wants," she smiled devilishly, "and make a complete mockery of him once again."
Malik was ready to protest, but quieted himself after looking into her eyes. Their relationship must not get in the way of the plans. Yugi must be taken out, and according to the screen on his left, Kaiba was one of Yugi's biggest rivals.
"Use caution, Lady," Malik warned quietly before a pair of soft lips decending on his, silencing the last of his protests, and assuaging his fears.
Seto pounded on the door again, out of sheer frustration. His brilliant plan was not going as well as he had hoped, thus far. He had meant to enrage Nekomi into showing herself, but as of yet, he had only suceeded in ticking himself off further, and bruising his knuckles. His curses filled the air as a bruised finger hit the door in an awkward spot.
"Clumsy as always, I see," drawled a soft feminine voice.
Seto turned to see a dazzlingly dark Nekomi standing a few feet behind him, where she could not possibly have gotten to without him noticing. He glanced at the door and back at her. Her scowl perfectly matched his rembrance of her, though she was obviously more distracted now than she had been at the park. She was arrogant and proper then. Now she looked as though only great self composure was keeping her from biting him. "Play nicely, now."
She would have snorted if it wasn't entirely un-lady like. The fool honestly thought she would listen to him, didn't he. "If you wanted nice, you came to the wrong place, sugar," she said, letting malice fill her voice and eyes.
"I didn't."
"Then what did you come for?"
The question hung between them in the air, heavy and foreboding. Neither moved, or answered, for both knew what the reply would be. Nekomi lost the staring contest, looking away first, her face flushing slightly. Seto revelled in his momentary victory, savoring the taste of her defeat. He had been looking forward to this moment for a long time, and it was as sweet as he had imagined.
Camera side and out of Seto's sights, Nekomi waved slightly to Malik, telling him to stay put. The last thing she needed was an irrational male barging in, blowing her cool cover, and exposing her weaker side. Besides, she could handle herself and teach this puppy a few new tricks. He was stupidier than she thought if he couldn't see through her act.
"Step this way, if you will," Seto commanded, in control of the situation once more. "Away from prying eyes."
He led the way down an ally that had escaped Nekomi's notice, even on her late night walks. "Where are you taking me?" she asked, imperiously as he opened a beat-up wooden door. Her answer was an impatient jab into the almost totally dark room.
"Ladies first," he intoned, mockingly polite. Seto motioned for her to enter and gave a mock bow as she passed.
The room was grungy. It contained a few old dusty tanks and a handful of hackneyed boxes. It wasn't at all the sort of place Nakomi expected the proud, rice man to take her to. There were no tables, no chairs, nothing of importance. She couldn't figure out the reason they had come here. It was on the tip of her tongue, but the answer illuded her. Why were they here? Unless she was terribly wrong, and this Seto Kaiba was just some poor bum who stole from rich people- no, he was the patron of the tournament, he MUST be rich.
As she puzzled swiftly over the problem facing her, a misty sort of smoke filled the room. It loomed overhead, then drifted down through the air, towards her, clouding the small and few shafts of light streaming down from a dirt window. The door was closing, locking her in with the impending danger.
She had walked into a trap.
"Good night, my darling."