Chapter Two- The Dragon's Flame
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The store at the corner of Hasaki and Romk was little more than a ramshackle dwelling with rotting fruit in the windows, and Seto wrinkled his nose as he descended the basement stairs. His underlings greeted him with respect and servility, for all knew that glazed look in his eyes. He was dangerous this way.
Only Yami greeted him with and insolent jeer as he lounged against the wall of the cracked stoned room. Seto squinted, for it was lit with only a named bulb hanging from the ceiling. Boxes upon boxes were piled everywhere; boxes he knew well.
He returned Yami's jeer with a smirk of his own. He rather liked his lutennient, with his wiry build and elaborately styled tri-colored hair, not to mention those crimson eyes. These eyes coupled with the Egyptian's addiction to leather made Seto want to tear his clothes off on the spot, particularly tonight. Yami sported his trademark leather pants and strap-studded boots, as well as a deep purple tank top, spiked wristbands, an arm sash, and a gleaming silver ankh that dangled from a chain around his neck. His make-up,
(Mostly liner and shadow) had been done perfectly, and Seto marveled his lutennient's ability to look stunning even before dawn. The lesser underlings bowed their heads, turning a blind eye as Seto embraced this man, pressing him up against the wall as he moved serpantinely to mold to his shape.
" My lutennient has done well this night." He rasped, in his high imagining Yami to be some darkling demi-god of beauty who was his to toy with and mangle, when in reality Yami was probably the only one who came close to rivaling him in strength and cruelty in the Asian underground.
Still, the tri-haired young man returned this lustful interlude with a savage kiss, letting his hands wander from the brunette's waist to his ass, and finally his thighs until at last he pushed him away and laughed deeply.
" Good. You're buzzed. Bring the three forward!"
Seto's gaze shifted to the center of the room as Yami snapped his fingers and three beings were dragged into view. Their hands and feet had been tied so that six drones had to pull them struggling and cursing under the light. Seto looked down at them; unfeeling, icy as the draft coming through the doors.
2 boys and a girl, all seventeen, maybe younger. The tanned, honey blonde was spitting and swearing in a thick Brooklyn drawl, his eyes sunken.
" Get da fuck away from us, ya zombie!"
The girl, dressed in a slutty yellow rubber-band like tube top and short pink skirt along with thigh high leather boots fought hard to compose herself as she ranted.
" Y-you can do what you want to us, b-but we're going down as a t-team!"
The last, an exceptional-looking albino teen was making no false claims to bravery. His tears flowed freely down his hollowed cheeks, staining his striped shirt as he gibbered on in a thick British accent.
" Oh God, not like this. Not like this!"
Kaiba was startled at this statement. Suddenly it was not three yakuza prisoners he was staring at, but the writhing body of his baby brother. Sweat glistened under his navy headband as he was thrust into the memory…
/ " Seto! Seto-it-hurts!"
Mokuba clutched his stomach. His mouth foamed as he jerked in his brother's embrace, the cup he'd drunk from falling from his hands, the arsenic-laced milk sinking into the carpet. Seto cried silently and held the child close to him.
" I-it'll be okay, Moki. It'll, be okay."
" I don't wanna go like this Seto." The boy choked. " Not-this-way-it-hurts-too-much//
Seto roared fiercely and held his head, his altered eyes wide with fury. The prisoners cowered. Yami placed a hand on his shoulder and addressed them, savagely amused, obviously high as well.
" Oh, you've done it now! The Dragon is fierce this night. And you have made him so very angry."
Seto calmed at the sadistic tone in his lutennient's voice. Yes…back to business. There were people to be dealt with. Shaking his swimming head, the brunette advanced and slowly, menacingly drew his handgun. Toying with it, he began to speak in a toneless, systematic way, all humanity, all sympathy gone with the rush.
" Tsk, tsk. Children should not play with beasts." He mused, then knelt down and inspected his prisoners more closely. " Hmph. A wimp, a preacher, and a mutt. I shouldn't have expected any better from you common gutter trash."
Seto reached out and grabbed the blue-eyed girl's chin in a grip that bruised.
" What was your plan? Wanted to have some fun with the big boys? Thought you'd play tough so you could brag in the bars with your fake ID's of your accomplishments? Or, (he twisted her so that she had no choice but to look into those cold, insane cobalt orbs) were you in it for profit?"
The girl glared daggers at him and shuffled closer to the albino, who rested his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes tightly, as if he could make it go away by blinking hard.
" Go to hell you creep!" she spat. " At least I have friends! At least I had a life! A damn full one at that! What will you have, huh?" She jerked her head towards Yami, who was watching Seto with rapt attention. " The minute you go under or displease them they'll leave you, and you'll die alone in a room with nothing but your moans of pain to keep you company. At least I'm going down with-"
She never got to finish. Kaiba's face had turned to stone, and his grip on his pistol had tightened.
Bam. Bam. Bam.
Three explosions muffled by the silencer marked her demise as he pulled the trigger, sending the bullets strait to her bleeding heart.
At their comrade's death the two boys started to flail wildly in the grips of the uncaring drones. The blonde swore through choked sobs, and the albino wailed shamelessly.
" Anzu! God, no! Not…Anzu…" he tapered off as Kaiba looked him his reddened, nut-brown eyes.
" I was going to be sick if she said 'friends' one more time."
He growled calmly, then cocked his head to the side. This one puzzled him.
And pained him, for such anguish can only spring from deep love. Love he'd never really felt before, or rather, didn't want to remember feeling.
" Was she your girlfriend?" he asked quietly.
The albino didn't answer. He just lay his head on the blood-drenched corpse and rocked from side to side.
" Forgive me, my darling." The Brit. muttered. " For, getting you into this. I, only wanted to…to…" he was stammering, and Seto was growing angry again.
No one ignored him. NO ONE!
He stood again and aimed his handgun. " Whatever you wanted, you'll forget, because soon your brain will short circuit around the METAL I PLANT THERE!"
Bam. Bam. Bam.
And then there was one. Kaiba's hair fell into his crazed eyes as his high peaked and his hand strove to steady the pistol. The blonde glowered defiantly and sneered with great, great bravery in the face of the monster Seto Kaiba had become.
" Well get on wit it already ya freak. They're waitin' fer me, ya know."
The blond now spit full in Seto's face. Yami kicked him harshly, but Seto held up his hand and smirked cruelly.
" No, allow me, please, Lutennient." He stated, then turned slowly back to the mutt, fire in his features. " Bad dog." He said, then lifted the gun and shot the boy once in the arm, making him cry out in agony.
He fed off these cries for a spell…imagining them to be those of the scarlet demon he'd slain so long ago, then shot through the other arm and re-kindled the noise.
" Yes. Die mutt! DIE!" he yelled, a hysterical, raspy laughter welling up in his chest in his delirium and mingled memories.
Once more he looked on the valiant, pain-contorted features of his last prisoner, then slowly, almost theatrically, raised the pistol one more time to the blonde's forehead.
The last muffled shot sounded, followed by a horrible, beautiful silence.
AN: So? Did you like my character Genocide? Just in case you didn't figure it out for some weird reason, Anzu, or Tea, Jonouchi, or Joey, and …Bakura, were the three to get shot. So flame me if you want for killing them, but you KNOW it was awesome! Review.