KND: Run

R- Running away

U- Undeniably

N- Necessary

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He's My boy Toy! – Yugioh- Author: Summers Death

Summary: Seto inadvertently annoys the psychic at their school's Pre- Halloween carnival; Ryou. With his keen eye, Ryou had noticed the small love triangle developing between him, Anzu, and Shizuka. Bakura, always the one to take action, convinces Ryou to put a curse on Seto. Seto has two weeks to find who he truly loves otherwise...(What? Ya think I'm gonna tell ya everything? Just read and find out...)

Melted– Yugioh- Author: Summers Death

Summary: In relationships, Seto always had a problem with letting go of his inhibitions. But when a mandatory school project puts him and Shizuka together, he finds it's not so hard to let them go after all. But can he help Shizuka get over hers?

Chapter8: Things heat up. Way Up.

(Following day 7:30 am at Grandma Stuffum's Residence)

"Where did you learn to make such delicious cheese dip?" Liver asked as he dipped another nacho into the homemade cheese dip and ate it merrily.

"I like the avocado dip," a baby onion piped in happily, "how do you do it Rex?" he asked curiously as he looked at the brown haired boy who was quietly eating nachos which he had dipped into a salsa dip that he also made by himself.

"I was taught by the best," Rex responded nonchalantly, "but I can proudly say that the unique blends created for these dips were done by yours truly," he told them, "too bad for Grandma Stuffum," he said coldly as he placed another nacho into his salsa dip.

"Too bad about me what?" Grandma Stuffum asked suspiciously as she entered the small room that Rex chose to use as his 'dining area', "do you know that this room isn't very spacious?" she asked seriously, "I can barely even fit in here," she complained as she squeezed in and sat by the door.

"You complain little for someone who fainted moments after we escaped those backup officers," Rex pointed out, "you should at least notice your right arm in a sling," he said, "and your other bandages," he added.

"I'm fine," Grandma Stuffum snapped angrily, "but you are all skin and bones," she said suddenly, "a little of my food should fatten..." she continued.

"Oh no," Rex spoke up interrupting her, "your reputation precedes you and I'm not looking to become fat," he said frankly, "my current visage is the one that I want to keep," he told her, "thank you very much," he added.

"What is wrong about being fat?" Grandma Stuffum asked simply but her tone indicated that she was getting angry.

"Nothing," Rex responded carefully after being silent for almost a minute, "it works great for you," he said but regretted it when he realized what he was implying.

"Well I guess a woman like me deserves to be fat them?" Grandma Stuffum asked softly, "I think I'm going to turn in," she said suddenly and stood up to leave.

"Isn't it a bit early?" Liver asked curiously even though he knew why she was doing it, "don't you want to watch TV in the sitting room or something?"

"I'm sorry Grandma Stuffum," Rex apologized formally, "I didn't mean it that way," he told her.

"I'm certain that you didn't," Grandma Stuffum responded sweetly with a small smile but also with watery eyes, "Good Morning," she said softly and left the room.

The others in the room looked at Rex coldly for a moment then continued eating in silence. Rex sighed and then left the rooms. No one watched him leave but soon something caught their attention. It was a gunshot.

(12pm At a Secluded Mansion in Miami)

"Is this the place?" #465 asked #93 seriously, "is this the Main Headquarters of the characters who've been trying to kill us all?" she asked loudly from inside their invisible truck.

"Yes," #93 answered coldly, "this is the location."

"Let's split up and sneak in," #195 suggested.

"No way," Little Brat said, "it's best we sneak in as a team then split up," she stated, "if they're waiting for us it's best that we're together than them catching us in little patches and getting rid of us one by one," she pointed out, "we have firepower but we need our current number to succeed beyond the entrance if we're ambushed," she added.

"LB's right," #274 spoke up, "we all need to stick together," he affirmed, "the enemy is definitely not kidding around," he said frankly, "and neither are we," he added venomously.

They parked their invisible truck into some nearby bushes then made their way over the mansion wall. Little Brat was the first to jump along with #465 and #274. They quickly knocked out the guards from that section of the gate. Then the rest of the team quickly but carefully jumped the wall. It took nearly twenty minutes since both the KND agents and LB's group made on large team. They strategically moved across the lawns of the property using different guises to not be seen by guards on the roof and knocking out ground guards then positioning them as if they were still awake. They finally reached the front door and #93 entered the access code and had her eye scanned so that they could all get inside. The others were armed and ready but the front part of the mansion was totally deserted when they entered.

"Told you that they don't usually come down to check when one of their own enters the building," #93 said nonchalantly, "at least those who they believe are their own," she added emotionlessly.

#195 carefully closed the door after everyone had finally entered the room.

"You said that they're twenty floors right?" LB asked #93 formally.

"Yes," #93 responded automatically, "but it's urgent that you congregate a small but effective fighting force and ascend to the fifth floor," she said seriously, "no more than eight and no less than five," she concluded.

LB took out the plans and handed them to eighteen individuals and kept one for herself. After running over basic strategies the large team split up into several groups and each of them; including LB and her team, left the ground floor to fight on the level that they were assigned to take down.

"Who's the menace?" #465 hissed clenching her fist.

"Jacqueline Porter," #93 responded seriously, "she's one of their strongest and most deceptive spy," she told them, "she's nineteen in body but much older in mind and experience," she continued, "don't make her innocent looks fool you," she said, "she's a killer," she pointed out, "hesitate and she's sure to kill you where you stand."

"How do you know her?" #195 asked curiously, "so well I mean," he added quickly.

"She trained me in sightless combat," #93 told them, "it's when you have to fight an opponent that you can't see," she explained.

"I can do that," #465 said almost enviously, "what's so special about HER teachings?"

"She not only teaches you to fight when you can't see them," #93 responded, "but she also teaches you to accelerate your vision so that you can actually see them," she revealed, "I can see better than even you #465," she said suddenly looking at #465 rather superiorly.

"What makes you say that?" #465 asked rather smugly.

"Because I've been making circles around you for the past two minutes little girl," a voice said suddenly from behind #274 and the next second he was unconscious and falling to the ground in a heap, "and you didn't even hear me," she said with a laugh, "my pupil however," she said referring to #93, "was able to hear me moving around for maybe the first 20 seconds," she stated, "at least long enough to know that it was me," she stated, "I'm still invisible to you aren't I?" she asked mocking #465 who despite using every bit of concentration on her sight and hearing couldn't pick up their new attacker with neither, "but I won't be for much longer," she declared and stopped to stand beside #195 who jumped back in fright, "Jacqueline Porter your capturer and immediate executioner in Knight Brace's service," she said proudly, "I see that #93 has kept to her true allegiance," she said and #93 grinned as #465 glared at her (#93) and grinded her teeth as she clenched her fist in more anger than disbelief.

Jacqueline stood grinning in apparel very different from the one that she wore when she was at the adoption agency, which had held Mushi away from the rest of her family. She no longer wore formal things like her dark blue-rimmed glasses but instead now she was in a pair of white sneakers, blue socks, black cotton pants, a white T-Shirt with the words I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM. FOR MYSELF! in bold black letters covering her small bosom, a silver heart-shaped pendant around her neck and her black hair was left out to blow slightly in the light breeze that came through the room. Her current attire and looks made her look like a casual fourteen year old that still was an innocent child inside. But her demeanor and attitude made her look superior and foreboding. Her emerald green eyes held a mischievous evil glint that even though it seemed to appear and pass within the blink of an eye, her grin on her thin pink lips made it clear that her intentions were evil and her way of killing would be through torture (pretty much she didn't seem like someone who would kill her enemies quickly, but instead take deep –and great- joy in killing them painfully slow).

"Don't be so scared little boy," Jacqueline teased #195 who ran to stand behind Rachael G. a.k.a. #325 (remember from chapter 6), "I'm just going to kill all of you after all," she said simply, "starting with #465," she said coldly with a hint of hatred.

"Aren't you going to contact the others?" #93 asked Jacqueline suddenly and #325 shrieked in fury and attacked her.

Everyone else watched with unhidden surprise as both #93 and #325 rolled across the floor grunting and pulling at each other's hair. Suddenly Jacqueline appeared over them and pulled them apart.

"You two save your kiddie fight for after I kill the others!" Jacqueline ordered, "in fact I'll just kill the least important one right now," she stated frankly and suddenly revealed a thin knife which she somehow procured from her hair and threw it straight into the YDWC kid with the thick Barbadian accent's throat (another character from chapter 6), "one pest down, four to go," she said simply as the boy fell down dead after his eyes widened for a moment in surprise then she threw #93 and #325 to the floor.

"Troy!" #325 cried and tears filled her eyes as she looked at the now lifeless body of the little boy, "we just became friends last night," she said in a cracked voice.

"And all of you shall die today," Jacqueline responded, "shall we #465?" she asked sweetly with a happy grin.

"Bring it Bitch," #465 snarled and took a 'Charlie's Angels' like fighting pose, "bring it on."

(Meanwhile at an abandoned house outside the neighbourhood where the DCFDTL Mansion is located)

"I don't know #5," #4 said nervously, "I think I'm going to suck," he confessed.

"It's just a waltz silly," #5 told him as she placed a tape in the radio that she found in the house that they were now hiding in, "and it's better to do a slow dance like that since your legs aren't fully healed yet," she pointed out, "call it physical therapy," she suggested and held out her hands to him as the music started to play.

"O..O...Okay," #4 stuttered and rose off the bed as he took #5's hand, "you don't think it's weird dancing in a bedroom?" he asked looking around the room which he now slept in nervously, "a bit mushy mushy weird?" he asked as they started to waltz with her slowly.

"We're ten," #5 reminded him, "what the hell are we going to do in a bedroom?" she asked even though she knew very well what he meant and she prayed mentally that she wouldn't blush like he had been doing from the moment she suggested that they danced.

#4 suddenly kissed her on the cheek. #5 stopped in her tracks.

"Sorry," #4 said quickly and let her go.

"Oh Uhhh there's nothing to be sorry about #4," #5 told him and she smiled then started to blush, "it was kinda nice," she said rubbing her left sneaker nervously on the wooden floor.

"Are you blushing #5?" #4 asked in surprise.

"Want to make something of it?" #5 demanded in a threateningly snappish tone, no longer nervous but now wary and angry.

"No!" #4 cried waving his hands for emphasis, "you just looked kinda ...." he said but stopped and started to rub his right sneaker nervously.

"Kinda what?" #5 asked warily but her anger had subsided.

"Cute and attractive," #4 admitted sheepishly refusing to look her in the eye and instead stared nervously at his sneaker.

"Cute!" #5 cried, "I don't know what happened to your head," she shouted feeling offended, "but I'm not #3!" she spat angrily and turned to leave.

"That's just it," #4 said softly and #5 stopped her back still to him now, "you're not #3." He whispered, "but I like like you anyway," he added and turned towards his bed.

#5 twirled around.

"You like like me?" #5 asked softly with slight incredulousness, "but I always thought you liked liked #3," she confessed.

"I did," #4 admitted, "but the time I've spent with you has proven to me that I like like you more," he said honestly and lied back on the bed.

"I used to like like #1," #5 almost whispered and walked towards #4, "but I've realized that I like like you more," she told him, "in fact I think I love you," she admitted, "besides this like like thing is for 5 year olds," she said her voice now back to her normal tone as she sat at the edge of the bed.

"Same ol' #5," #4 said with a laugh, "umm..." he said but simply sat up and leaned closer to her and she did the same.

They kissed again, but this time none of them backed away.

(Meanwhile 2 Miles Away from the location of the DCFDTL Mansion in the sky)

"Is everything ready Herbie?" #30c asked another KND member seriously, "I want to be able to invade the mansion very soon."

"Another hour maximum," Herbie responded (don't recall his codename, anyone who knows please tell me in review box) as he entered more algorithms into the major computer, "we'll be ready by then," he told #30c.

"Good," 30c said coldly, "by the way Herbie," he said and Herbie slowed his typing down a bit, "great idea about using the cloud disguise for our flying ship," he commended, "no one has yet guessed that we're a flying vessel instead of a cloud shaped like a duck's head," he said with approval.

"Thanks Captain," Herbie responded happily, "I'm here to please."

"See that you continue to do just that," #30c said simply and left the room to check on the condition of those in weaponry.

(Meanwhile at the DCFDTL Mansion)

"Any sign of them?" Matthew asked Mary Jane seriously as she scouted the sky with their special telescope, "I doubt that they're dumb enough to attack by ground," he said frankly, "even though Dad disagrees," he said with a hint of resentment.

"Couldn't they do both?" Mary Jane asked simply not taking her eye off the telescope.

"Yes," Matthew admitted, "but I'm looking out for a main target," he told her simply, "and I bet my LIFE that he's going to attacking by air," he said pointedly, "I bet on it," he hissed.

End: Chapter 8

Chapter 9 will be up as soon as I can write it and post it. All I can tell you is that you is that you'll find out what's become of Matthew's Biological Father, Jacqueline's fight will take an unexpected twist, Cree will appear again and #30c's team will attack. Stay Tuned.

Please Review and also tell me your opinion of #4 and #5's little moment (and I really HOPE that NO ONE thought that they were going to have sex or anything. They're little children for crying out loud!).