Dun own it, or 'Don't fear the Reaper'
Don't Fear the Reaper.
Honda sat in homeroom, arm bandaged under the 'Cuteness must die' shirt, and his leg bandaged under the uniform pants. It was dress down day, so the shirt was excepted with a few glares from teachers. Honda had come in early so no one saw him limping. He couldn't hide the limping any longer, and at every step he knew that someone would find out.
After all 'Reaper' was all over the news, with warning that he was armed with 'deadly weapons', and 'biological warfare'. The Yugi-Tachi walked in, and gasped in pure shock that Honda was actually sitting in class willingly. Everyone knew Honda hated school! They just brushed it off. Kaiba on the other hand, knew something was up.
Kaiba was scared. Kaiba saw something he shouldn't of had. Kaiba saw the bandages from his house on Honda's arm. Either Honda had very good medical insurance, and got really good stuff, or Honda was in the Kaiba mansion. The story on the news was pretty close to the truth, Reaper got shot a few times, and then brought Mokuba home. Mokuba told the truth to Kaiba, but not to the cops. Mokuba didn't want Reaper hurt or captured.
The bandage, they were light blue, like the gauze he had at his house. Kaiba feared. Kaiba feared because he knew. He knew now who Reaped without remorse. He knew Mokuba had invited the Reaper in, and Kaiba hadn't feared for a second that the Reaper had tried to kill Mokuba in that short time span, but now, and only now Kaiba was afraid.
Honda looked over his shoulder, straight into Kaiba's eyes, and smriked that smirk he reserved normally for only those he reaped. Honda then looked forward, fear in his own eyes. He had made a mistake. A bad one. It was one of his many signatures. Just then a note hit his desk, and he opened it.
'Hoooonnnnndddddaaaa!!!! You Reaped again, didn't you?!'
It was from Jou, scribbled in chicken scratch, you'd swear Jou was a brain surgeon. Honda chuckled, and took out a pen, it was a black pen, and Honda smiled at the memory of Jou giving it to him for his 4th birthday.
'There was a threat, I had to take him out. A menace to society, and to a certain rich family.' Honda jotted back, and that was the end of that conversation.
Honda just began drumming his fingers on his desk, using different parts of his hands, and different places on the desk to get different pitches. He didn't notice, but Yugi-tachi, and Kaiba sure as hell did, the beats were mimical of 'Don't fear the Reaper'.
Honda only stopped when he felt a note hit his fingers, and opened it without a second thought. Boy, he felt popular! He opened it, and had expected this from the moment he felt Kaiba's eyes on the bandaged arm.
'I know who you are. You just stay away from Mokuba, and I'll keep my mouth shut.' Kaiba was an ass.
'Look, Mokuba was who I was trying to protect. No one ever gets the whole story. The man I killed on the train was to kill Mokuba. I was paid to protect Mokuba. Assasin or not, I keep my word, and I will never hurt Mokuba, unless it's necassary to save him. Please, don't tell Mokuba. Mokuba's seen me Reap, and only knows the Reaper as the killer. If Mokuba knew... That'd just be... as bad as H.E. or H. E. C. to me.' Honda wrote back, knowing Kaiba knew H.E. stood for Hyper-Eboli, and H. E. C. was Hyper Excellaratory Cancer.
The note hit the desk again, and Honda reluctantly opened it. 'I won't say a word. Just stay away from him.'
'How can I protect him from a distance? I won't let anything happen to him, you have my word now. I've taken out a hundred others more powerful than you, Kaiba, don't dare test me.' Honda whipped the note back at Kaiba, hard enough to leave a welt on his wrist.
Kaiba looked the note over, and jotted something down, and through it back. 'Tell me who's paying you.'
'Confidential.'
'You want your identity to stay that way?' Kaiba's words were begining to tilt, which meant he was writing quickly, which meant out of anger.
'A man in the west. Normally I don't take people from the west, but the work was here, and it pays a good price. Never gave me a name, just BEWD. Blue Eyes White Dragon. Your biological Brother, I believe.' Honda tossed the note back, and then realized he could switch his seat for that day, it being dress down day, and the substitute they were getting.
Honda sat next to Kaiba, and leaned in, to talk, Kaiba did the same, and there was a brief silence. "I... I have a brother?"
"There is alot of stuff you don't know. Your brother has been looking out for you for years, he has an alias, but it won't get you far. He lives in America, and has been paying me to keep you two safe since before you met me. You two were my first job, and I've been in contact with him for many many years." Honda blushed.
"You've met him, too, haven't you?" Kaiba accused, slightly angry.
"A few times, but only for business and a hotel sleeping arrangement shift." Honda nodded. "Probably not gonna get paid this time, though, since I'm telling you all of this."
"You're not only paid to protect Mokuba, are you?" Kaiba asked, cautiously.
"No, You also. I do a good job, if I say so." Honda smiled triumphantly.
"How did you know Mokuba would be on that bus? And that man? Who's your source?" Kaiba asked.
"Can't say. Confidentiality, all I'll say is that the Wise Man is closer than you think." Honda smiled.
"Wise man? What are you talking about?" Kaiba asked.
"My source, the guy I get it all from, the man who gives me my assignments, the guy who recognized my ability, and got me with your bro's group." Honda said simply.
"You know more than you're telling me. You know it, too." Kaiba growled deeply.
"Walls have ears, man, walls have ears." Honda said, and smiled slightly.
"Meet me after school." Kaiba ordered. "Limo. 2:00, don't be late."
"I don't have to agree to your time and place, it'll be safer if you ride with me. Gray motorcycle, in the parking lot. 2:00, don't be late." Honda smirked.