Me: I would type a big long intro, but I don't feel like it today, mainly because I'm short on time. I'm supposed to take my sister out to ride her little pony. So, thank you to every one who reviewed, and anyone else who reads. Oh yeah, and a disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, I wish I owned Seto, but I don't. But I do own Nanashi.
Me: The thing was doing something wierd, changing all the ... I typed on word into some wierd symbols...I went through and fixed it now. I've noticed it does wierd things like that sometimes...
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Chapter Three - Reluctant Assasin
The receptionist stared at the girl walking in from the street. A beat up leather jacket covered a faded blue t-shirt. Her jeans were also faded, and among the potted plants and sleek modern lines, she was obviously out of place. She gave the girl a disdainful look. She could hardly be older than 17, and trouble was spelled out all over her.
Nanashi bypassed the receptionist, ignoring the look. Walking up to the security guard stationed in front of the elevator, she reached into her back pocket and dug out a card. He eyed her carefully, and she offered an explanation. "I forgot to pick something up, and I really need it."
He looked at the ID card, and compared the photo carefully with her. He'd never seen her before, but Kaiba Corp. employed thousands, possibly millions if you counted the other sites around the world. She checked out, although he was as convinced of her youth as the receptionist was. But there wasn't much he could do but let her pass.
"Okay," he grunted, and handed her ID back.
"Thank you." She jabbed the up button, and the elevator doors slid smoothly open immediately. She walked in, and choose a floor. The doors slid closed again, and the metal cage leaped upward.
Nanashi waited patiently, collecting herself coolly. At the back of her mind, a little voice argued with her, I don't want to do this. But years of training and instruction overpowered it, and supplied her easily with her next moved. Mirrors lined both sides of the elevator, creating thousands of duplicates of herself, all with one intention.
Ding! The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. She exited, and walked quickly down the hallway. There was little question of where to go in her mind, if she wanted to, she could find her way blindfolded. She turned the knob, and pushed open the door to Seto Kaiba's office.
Miss Tanaka, his secretary, looked up as the girl entered. She had a critical analysis of her like every one else so far, but was more confused than suspicious. What could she possibly want?
"I need to speak with Seto Kaiba," Nanashi declared.
Now she was even more confused. Who would have the gall to expect to even get a chance to speak with Mr. Kaiba looking like that? "I'm sorry, he's busy right now and will not be interrupted. Would you like to arrange for a meeting another time?" she asked, picked up a book and paging through it. "Could I have your name, please?"
Nanashi leaned over the desk, making the woman stare her in the face. Her eyes were oddly flat and unemotional, and her tone of voice matched them, as she replied, "Odd you ask that. I am without one." Her left hand slipped under her jacket, and pulled out a black, menacing pistol, and aimed it at the secretary.
Miss Tanaka's eyes grew wide and her skin pale. Her body froze as she looked fearfully at the gun.
Nanashi stepped back and slowly circled around the woman, but her aim was unwavering. Only she knew that if she did have to shoot, which she doubted, the bullet wouldn't kill. At least, not instantly. "Don't move," she ordered. She was behind Miss Tanaka now, and pulled the chair she was sitting in back away from her desk. "I don't intend to hurt you, and I don't want to. But I will if I have to." Her voice was still eerily flat and dull. "Now, is Kaiba in his office?"
"N-no," the woman stammered. She couldn't see the girl anymore, and didn't dare move.
"Then where is he?" Nanashi reached into her jacket, and pulled out a set of handcuffs with her free hand. Dropping them on the woman's lap, she slipped her wrist into one hole, and tightened. Picking up the chain, she pulled her hand back behind the chair while waiting for an answer.
"H-he...he's" Miss Tanaka stammered.
"I don't have all day." She grabbed her other wrist, pulled it behind the chair, and tightened the other end of the handcuffs around it. Then she reached back into her jacket, which seemed to carry everything, and pulled out a rope. She used this to bind the secretary's ankles to the chair legs.
"He's in...the main c-computer room," she finally managed to say.
"Thank you." She slipped her gun back into its shoulder holster, secretly glad to get rid of it. A tearing sound was heard as she ripped a strip of fabric off the bottom of her t-shirt.
Miss Tanaka finally gathered enough courage to say what was running through her mind. She could see what this girl intended to do. "So young. Why do you do this?" she whispered.
A bit of emotion shone though her mask and a fire smoldered in her eyes. "As the fucking idiot who adopted your boss," she replied, anger creeping into her tone. Then she gagged the woman with the cloth, and left.
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Yugi took a deep breath, and closed his purple eyes. Reopening them, he read the note again for what seemed the millionth time. It was short and simple...and shocking.
Yugi and Solomon,
If I'm not back by midnight, run for your lives.
Nanashi
It was scrawled out in Nanashi's distinctive back slant handwriting, and Yugi knew she would never play a joke like this. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. He ran downstairs.
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Akio leaned against the door and yawned, bored. He'd been ordered to guard the door, to make sure Mr. Kaiba didn't have to deal with any interruptions. An easy job, all you had to do was stand there. But that's exactly what he'd been doing, his only interruptions been when Mokuba had came, then ran and brought back a pizza. So all he'd really done was stand there.
A girl ran easily down the hallway, and stopped in front of him. Startled, wondering what she was doing, he began his spiel. "Mr. Kaiba doesn't want any-"He stopped short, staring down the barrel of a small pistol. Suddenly just standing didn't seem so bad any more.
"Let me in," Nanashi ordered. Now, all she wanted to do was get this done and over with.
Akio stared in shock for a moment, fear whirling in his eyes. But he was in much better control of himself than Kaiba's secretary had been, and slowly turned to punch in the code.
"Wait. Give me the code."
He froze, finger hovering over the keypad. He could give her the wrong code, but it wouldn't get him much of anywhere. "1-9-5-2-0-1-5."
"Thank you. Sit down over there," she jerked her gun in the direction of the opposite wall, "facing the wall."
The guard did as told, sitting down slowly. Please, oh, please, he pleaded silently, don't kill me. He thought of his lovely wife at home. Would he ever see her again? I swear, I'll never ever cheat on her if I live through this.
Nanashi punched in the code, and the door slid open. She stepped inside, letting the door close behind her. The guard could run, she didn't care. She didn't worry about escaping them, it would be easy. Her eyes adjusted quickly to the dim lighting, and she aimed the gun at her target.
Seto stood in front of the screen, glaring at it. In the chair next to him, Mokuba slept soundly, curled up in his big brother's trench coat. On the floor lay and empty pizza and paper plates. "I thought I said I was not to be-"he began, turning around. But he stopped, seeing the gun. His cool composure didn't disappear, and he locked eyes with the intruder. "Who are you?" he growled.
"It doesn't matter. But if you really want to know, you can ask Gozaburo. You'll be meeting him soon." She willed her finger to squeeze the trigger, it started, but stopped on the hairpin line that separated Seto from life and death. For this time, she aimed to kill.
His ice blue eyes battled with her bluish green ones. She seemed to have the resolve, no...there was a weakness. Seto saw it, and smiled triumphantly, betting his life on it. "Oh, really? Then kill me. Now." He waited, she didn't move. "Come on! I'm waiting."
A burst of anger almost carried her through. The cocky jerk was just like the old man. But something else happened at that moment.
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