Hey all again... Ok, few important Author Notes first! This whole story has been revised, because it was WRONG! I've been sitting home, watching the news and the tensions between Japan and China, thinking 'oh hell I have to re-write all of 2010...' and so, I have. All I have done is changed Japan's alliance with China to one with the United States. It makes more sense that way anyway, which will be more evident in the next chapter. So don't worry about re-reading anything, I try not to villainise any particular nationality anyway, so it is only a technical difficulty, lolz...
Also, Nachzes Black-Rider brought my attention to the fact that the war began on July 1st, which is actually Canada Day. I am very, very sorry if I have offended anyone! I was completely oblivious to this and only started it then because it seemed the right sort of day, being the start of a new financial year etc. But having only just managed to memorise my own country's national day as 26th January, it's hardly surprising, hehe. Thus, I have changed it to July 8th, making it 07/08/09 when written the American way, which I thought would be fun.
And finally, I would just like to thank everyone for your wonderful reviews, which always make me very happy and bouncy and smiley, especially considering this is a very... different sort of work. So thank you! hugs everyone Oh and this is dedicated to Sam, because he lends me books and anime, and is very nice, and named my chapter, and said he would like a dedication. Yes. I will get on with the chapter now...
CHAPTER 6: D.I.A
The first hit came to the gut, and Yami buckled. As he leant forward, a heavy blow connected with the back of his head.
"Gah." Another kick to the stomach, as he lay crumpled on the floor. Through clouded vision, he could see Seto, hands laced on top of his head, a machine gun to his back. Their eyes met briefly, before Yami's attention was forcefully redirected to a pistol pressed against his temple. A small click told him the safety catch had been released.
The final guard sauntered over to where Yami lay on the floor. He pulled him up by the throat, speaking in a language he did not understand. Kaiba, however, blanched, swearing at the guards, desperately shouting at them to leave Yami alone. The gun-wielder behind him pressed the barrel into his back, and Kaiba fell silent.
Yami glared into the cold, grey eyes of the guard defiantly. A harsh bark of laughter erupted from the man's lips, and he crushed the Pharaoh's lips in a crude imitation of Seto's kiss. Hot bile rose up Yami's throat, but he swallowed it, enduring the violation – for now. The guard smirked, breaking the 'kiss' and scooting around behind him, calloused hands hooking underneath the waistband of Yami's old, worn leather pants. He could feel waves of fury coming from Seto, but knew Kaiba could not help him now.
He surreptitiously reached for a grimy metal spork lying inches from his face. He had only one chance... If he just caught them by surprise...
His fingers grasped the utensil. He could hear the ragged breaths of the guard behind him, preparing to... to...
With a roar, he swung upward, driving the metal as hard as he could into the skull of the man with the pistol. It struck his temple, embedding itself with a sickening squelch. The man's eyes rolled back in his head, blood trickling from the three puncture wounds below his hairline. The pistol clattered to the floor, and a shot rang out. Seto seized this opportunity to aim a high kick at his own guard, and with his height and flexibility, rendered him unconscious with one blow. He scooped up the machine gun, and pointed it at the remaining guard.
Another shot echoed around the cell, followed by the thud of a falling body. Blood spattered against the floor of the cell, creating intricate crimson patterns that twinkled eerily in the half-light. Yami stood over the third and final guard, both hands clasping the pistol. He spat on the dead body.
"Bastard."
A few moments silence elapsed. Yami and Kaiba grinned awkwardly at each other.
"How did you manage to kick that high?" Yami eventually asked.
"I didn't quit the training program."
Yami glowered. Seto laughed. It sounded more like a choke, but it was reassuring in its own way. "Anyway, Yami. I guess we'd better be going – there'll be more of them, they would have heard the shots..."
"Yeah..." Yami blinked, trying to grasp a hold of the situation. Fifteen minutes ago, he was ready to die; expecting to die. Then he and Seto had kissed, that wonderful, earth-shattering kiss... And now he had killed two people.
He, Yami, had just killed two people. "Oh, fuck..."
"What is it?" Kaiba straightened, clutching a rusty set of keys in his hands. Yami was breathing heavily, staring wide-eyed at the bodies on the floor.
"I killed them," he choked.
Kaiba rolled his eyes. "Come on. We have to go, now." He grabbed Yami's wrist, just as Yami leant down and pocketed one of the guard's knives. Kaiba pulled him out of the cell, and glanced around furtively. "Right, do you have any experience with guns, at all?" Yami only glared at him. "I mean, besides that little incident in there."
"No. I play cards, Kaiba, not shoot people."
Kaiba smiled ruefully. "Well, I guess you're going to have to start." He nodded to their right, where thundering footsteps could be heard against the concrete floor. "I'll handle the pistol, I've had more practice. You take the machine gun. Point and shoot, it's easy enough." Yami tested the gun's weight, and raised it as Seto had shown him. He didn't like guns.
Yami fingered the knife, far more comfortable with it than the gun he carried. Still, he didn't really want to rely on close combat. He glanced at Kaiba, who had raised the handgun and was squinting through the sight. "Three..." he muttered, remaining deadly still, listening intently. "Two... One..."
The guards rounded the corner, five in total. Both Yami and Kaiba opened fire, the element of surprise on their side. Kaiba took down three in the space of about four seconds. Yami, however, was taken aback (quite literally) by the force of the weapon he held, and dropped it to the floor. The remaining two raised their weapons.
"Run, Kaiba." Yami shouted, and they retreated as fast as their legs could carry them, the rapid-fire of the gun one of their pursuers carried encouraging them. Yami breathed hard, his lungs burning, the months with no exercise taking their toll on his sprinting speed. Up ahead, there was an open cell. This gave him an idea.
Grabbing a hold of one of the bars, he swung himself into the darkness. He slipped the knife into his right hand, and waited.
The guards ran straight past, intent on killing Kaiba. Yami quivered slightly as an image of Seto, pale and bloodied on the ground, flashed across his eyes. Leaping out of the cell, he drove the knife deep into the closer man's back. An anguished gurgle erupted from the his throat, and the other guard turned, and pointed his own pistol at Yami, triumph glinting in his eyes.
Two shots rang out this time, accompanied by the screams of two men.
"Yami!" Seto cried, rushing back to the smaller man. His hand clutched his arm, covered in crimson blood. "Are you alright?"
Yami, still in shock, gave him a withering look. "Oh, yes, I am just great. I don't think I have ever felt better in my whole entire life, than I do in this moment." He glanced over at the other man, a bullet hole in the side of his head. "Although, I think he might possibly feel even better than me."
"Stupid boy," Kaiba growled at Yami, although the concern was evident in his voice. "Taking a knife to a gun fight!" He half-smiled, but just briefly, quickly replacing it with a worried frown. "I can't clean you up here, but the exit's not far and I know somewhere we can go. Can you make it?"
Yami nodded, although as he stood an intense wave of pain swept up his limb. It was bleeding freely, and no matter how much pressure he put on it, he couldn't stem the flow. His head swam, and he toppled over, only to be caught by Seto. Sighing, he picked him up, but Yami wriggled free, causing burning pain to wash up his arm.
"Hell no. We'll be too slow. Now let's get out of here." He scooped up another machine gun, and passed it to Kaiba. "You'd better take this." They took to running again, Yami clutching his arm as tight as he could, fighting the dizziness enveloping his senses. His hands were slick with his own blood, which dripped to his fingertips and left a little crimson trail at regular intervals on the floor as they flew down the corridors. Gunfire exploded around him, but Yami felt detached, as if he were watching this all at the cinema. He felt a hand grab his free arm and pull him towards the exit.
In a blaze of bullets, Yami and Seto stumbled out onto the streets, running faster than either had ever even thought possible. A few blocks away, they finally stopped behind a stack of crates in an alleyway. Their lungs screamed at them in pain, and they gulped at the crisp night air for a few minutes.
Finally, Kaiba turned to Yami, an excited little smile on his lips and in his eyes.
"Yami – we're free!"
Yami smiled blandly, before falling once again into a crumpled heap on the ground.
