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Chapter 8
Seto's POV
Her father was crazy. I started looking at him and his cronies, hoping to find a possibility so I can get myself out of it. But it seemed that everyone had guns. He handed both of us a case, from there they all piled up, and left. "You planned this, didn't you?" I asked her. My eyes narrowed to study her movements. More questions flooded my mind.
"Oh yeah, that's it. I love killing people and stealing things for Daddy. It's what I live for," her voice dripping with sarcasm. Perhaps, her father had a point.
We started moving to the car, there was nothing left for me to do. I'm not going to die yet, might as well team up with the hag and steal that rock. We went back to limo in silence, much to my dismay. "What's your history?"
"No use lying to you, I guess. My mother was killed in a fire. Adam was my only boyfriend that was killed because Daddy didn't like who he was 'associated' with," her voice whispered. Curious to see what was in the cases, I opened one up. Equipment for climbing, gloves, guns, ammo, and holsters were neatly packed. "That's why I protect you from Daddy, you know," said Onyx with a quiet voice. I closed the case and looked at her. Her head in her hands. "So you won't end up like Adam. Your eyes remind me of him."
I rolled my eyes, this was the last thing I needed… "Don't be a crybaby, its all in the past."
She looked at me with tears in her eyes. Her glossy eyes looked at mine, what was she trying to do? Look into my soul or something? She crossed her arms and started yelling"listen you big baboon! I'm not in the mood to deal with your step father's attitude that seems to be still living within you. So shut..."
"... Don't you dare compare me with that malevolent weasel! You don't know what I've been through"
"I wasn't comparing, oh superior one! I know exactly what you've been through, I've done my homework. However, you're too blinded by anger to notice that I was saying that his attitude lives within you. You need to get rid of it... Even if it is for tonight."
"I'm not changing for anyone, especially some bitch that has my name tagged to her. And as for your sweet intentions, I can take care of myself."
She laughed while saying her next comment. "You don't even know how to shoot a gun. Do you even know that we have highly trained sniper shooters? Well guess what? Your wife is one of them. I killed a man a couple of days ago, too. He didn't even suspect it. And trust me, I'm not proud." A silence draped us again. We were soon dropped off at our house. I motioned for her to follow me to the garage. We went to my motorcycle that was draped in a beige cloth. Two helmets were on top of the seats. "Kaiba, we need to put some of our gear on before we get there. Turn around," she said as she got black clothing from her case.
I crossed my arms, I know she didn't order me to do so. "I can do whatever I want, Onyx."
"Fine, don't turn around," she said as she started to take off her dress, which revealed a black laced bra and a black thong. "We don't have time for childish games, anyway." I closed my eyes, resisting urges of thinking those thoughts again. "I suggest you should put on your gear on too." I opened my eyes seeing her in a body suit that was like second skin to her, bending down zipping up her boots. "Although, your suit isn't as tight as mine." She started to put her hair in the built in hood that was tight enough to see the outlining. Only her green eyes shown through it.
I shook my head and started getting my gear on. She was right, it was much looser than hers'. I can understand why she wears boots all the time, they were comfortable compared to the Italian leather shoes I usually wear. The hag walked behind me and put my hood over my face. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked narrowing my eyes at her.
"Your face should be covered at all times. Especially yours, since you are practically famous," she scowled at me. I looked at my case, not knowing what to do.
Suddenly her hand got one of my equipment. "What do you think you're doing? That's my stuff!" I scowled at her.
"Shut up and hold still. I'm putting the holster on your thigh. That means easy access to your gun," she said putting a holster with on my thigh.
"Don't you think that you're invading my personal space?" I asked as she started to put more holsters on me.
She looked at me as she was putting one on my shoulder. Then turning around and getting a holster. Her figure bent over to put her holster on her thigh. I cocked my head to take a better look at her ass. Her body was very well sculpted, then again. I wouldn't expect less, she must do these kinds of things often. "You don't know what to do with these things, so I might as well do it for you. Which leads me to another thing…" she trailed off as she went to her case and started to put yet holsters on her shoulder, along with some climbing equipment. "… Do you know how to shoot a gun?"
I growled at her ignorance. "Anyone with the mental capacity of a monkey knows how to shoot a gun."
She sighed as she took a well polished customized gun and demonstrated. "You aim, keep your arm straight, and shoot. Always keep your arm straight."
"Anything else you want to repeat?"
"Enough of your games," she said as she put UZI guns in her holsters and reached for a dagger. She put that in her boots, I wonder if she took the dagger to school. "Since you're only beginning to use guns, I'm not going to trust you with magnums or UZI guns. Meaning 9mm for you."
"I'm heart broken," I said sarcastically. But really I wanted those guns. A customized one. She made me feel like an amateur with treating me like a child when it came to this. I didn't like it. She then put a smaller bag on her back and gave me one. "What's this?"
"You're equipment, keep the bag on your back the whole time. Let's go, we have no time to waste," I noticed that she was different now. Reminded me of myself, even if it was just a little. She positioned on the motorcycle and straddled up. The way she did it was arousing. But what was I thinking? Here I am, expected to get some green rock and I'm thinking about how erotic she is. I'm going to need a vacation. "Since you don't know where it is, I'll drive. Coming, Pumpkin King?" A smirk was on her face, knowing that I didn't like that retched name nor the fact that she is riding my bike. I sat on the back of the bike as I put my arms around her waist and we took off. The familiar city looked like a blur, from the motorcycle as she sped through the streets. Soon flashes of blue and red came from behind us. "Look like we're going to lose them," she said as she slowed down and went around to some park.
While dodging through people and inanimate objects, she went on another street. "We don't have time to play cops and robbers," I said.
"Quit complaining, this is a shortcut. And I'm certainly not going to have the cops on my ass," she said as we entered some woods. We were in the woods for too long, but soon she slowed down and stopped. A five story house got closer. She stopped the motorcycle and took her helmet off. "There it is… I haven't been here since Adam died," her voice was faint while looking at the Graham estate. I took my own helmet off to look at it. Impressive and very secluded. It had a dark presense to it, which was amusing to me... In a way.
I looked at her, she seemed as if she might start tearing up. "Don't we have a job to do?" I asked, hoping she would stop her blubbering and just get this shit over with. She shook her head, bring her to the world and then nodded in agreement. But what caught me off guard was that she took a lollipop out. Taking the wrapper off of it and offered it to me. "This isn't a picnic, this is a heist. Now let's get this over with." I tried to keep it short.
We moved towards the back of the house. With that she started to take something out of her bag. "We're going to enter from the glass roof that they have," her mouth was a bit muffled from the lollipop in her mouth. I rolled my eyes, thinking that it was ridiculous as how she was acting childish especially with something where you have to put a lot of concentration on. She took out a grapple attached with some rope. "Hope you are physically able to climb a rope, Kaiba," she said as she threw it on the roof. Making sure that it was secure, she started climbing it with ease. Half way there she decided to check on me, her lollipop was still in her warm mouth. She took it out and asked me how I was doing. But more sensual thoughts entered my head. Causing me to lose concentration with the job at hand. I quickly dismissed them, said I was fine, and saw her reached the top. Of course, I did the same. As I reached the top, she was tapping her foot impatiently. "Took you long enough." She turned back to her bag and got some device. "Kaiba, I think this is where Daddy saw you as useful" she looking at me. I walked over to her and saw that there was a device that would near a chimney. "This is where the main computer that is in controls access inside the house. Can you find a way to let it open" She asked me while getting a laptop from her back and hooking it up.
I had to let a small chuckle and crossed my arms. "Of course I can, there is no computer that I can't get into" I said as I brushed passed and sat near the laptop. She looked over my shoulder while I was working. A minor annoyance, but I know how to ignore. Mokuba does the same thing sometimes. Then I hit a minor glitch. "Do you have an idea what the password is"
"That's easy, it's Mona Lisa. That was the only thing that they ever attempted to steal, but didn't do so," she explained as she got up. I packed the laptop, in case we needed it earlier on, and went with her. She started to attach two ropes with the chimney and to ourselves. She stepped on the edge of the window frame. The glass was already laid onto a side. "This is why we're called the 'Spider Mafia'." Nothing else was said, but she spread her arms out. Nearly knocking me over in the process. Slowly leaning inside, she started falling as if she was doing a dive. Soon the rope caught her just before she hit the floor. It was graceful, but foolish. I decided to follow the suit except with thought the falling. I met her on the floor. "You're no fun."
"And your mafia should be called suicidal," I said sarcastically. She chuckled at it and started to look around. "You laugh because I've beaten you."
Even though she seemed to pay attention more on the task at hand, but decided to answer with a grunt. Out of sheer curiosity, I got out a small flash light that she put in my pocket and looked around in the room. There was a big painting, identifying it as a Monet. "Didn't think you appreciated art," Onyx whispered looking at the painting. "I say we stick together. You don't know too much about the art of stealth."
"Probably because I'm not a thief."
"You are now. But let's focus on the getting that emerald," she said motioning for me to follow her. It seemed that I didn't have a choice. It was either this or die with a bullet through the head. We were about to go to a hallway but she stopped me.
"What are you doing?" I asked impatiently as she got some kind of bottle. She started spraying around the hall. It was a special kind of spray because its purpose was to show red lines. Lasers. Any imbecile would know coming to touch with them would trigger it's alarm. Somehow, my idiot of a wife didn't know that. "Let me tell you, I don't like repeating myself. What are you doing?" I whispered again, looking at her bend in ways I didn't know people could. It was erotic, how she had such control over her body. Her poise was inviting. Despite of everything, she was physically attractive. I came to my senses as I saw her do a split. "Do you expect me to do that?"
"No, I expect you to be aroused," she said sarcastically. She had no idea. My eyes seemed to widen when I saw that she made it across getting a UBS cord and hooking it up to some device, she kicked the cord across the floor. "Put the security system to sleep," I heard her faint voice. At any other time, I wouldn't have taken an order, but this wasn't a time to fight, unfortunately. I connected to the laptop from earlier, working my area of expertise, making the lasers disappear. I walked across the now deactivated hallway and saw the smug look on her face and gave one of my own. Without a word, she went to the first door and motioned for me to follow her. I did, only to see her stand still. I got the flash light again, because she certainly wasn't going to do it… Moron.
It seemed to be a bedroom. A very simple one, at that. There were blue walls and a bed that was made and there was a dresser with pictures on the side. I took steps closer and paused to see the pictures were of Onyx and I presumed was the late Adam Graham. One she was getting a piggy back ride from him while giving a kiss on his cheek. One thing for sure, I'm not letting her make me look like some kind of horse. Another revealed both formally dressed drinking champagne, my eyes noticed that she was still wearing those damn boots. They had an arm around each other. Another made my stomach and chest to turn, it was a picture of the two of them giving a peck on the mouth.
Ignoring the pictures, I turned to her who was besides me. She got back to her senses and started to look through his closet. I saw her put something in the bag. "While I'm checking the closet, I think that it would be wise for you to check the dresser. Make sure you leave things as you found them," she choked out. That time, I didn't want to take orders, but might as well. The sooner we get the emerald the sooner we get out of here. Clothes, shoes, and even a deck of Duel Monsters (That Onyx stole later on.), but no emerald. "I found nothing, what about you?" She asked me. I sighed and shook my head. This is going to be one long night.