Not As Was Planned Chapter 3: Concert Madness, a yu-gi-oh fanfic

Disclaimer: I own none of the songs, or characters here. Please don't sue! Important note at end of chapter.

"Seto!" Mokuba called while running around the Kaiba mansion. Come on big brother, where are you. Clutched in one hand was a white envelope with neat writing on it. Anzu had dropped the letter off moments before and made him promise not to open it with out his brother.

Mokuba found him, typing away on his computer. He rolled his eyes, Seto; you're such a computer nerd. "Hey Seto!"

Kaiba looked up; the cold look on his face was instantly replaced by a warm one. "Hey, kiddo. What do you have there?" He quickly closed the document he had been typing concerning the new microphones. Anzu's was the very first, put together by him personally.

Mokuba bounced into the extra chair. "Anzu dropped these off. She said I couldn't open it with out you so can I? Please?"Kaiba mentally rolled his eyes, What does she want? "Go ahead."

The young boy tore it open and reached inside and pulled out two slim silver pieces of paper. "Cool! We got front row seats to the Nekos concert! Can we go Seto? It's for tonight at the Sadako Arena!"

The Kaiba in question blinked, No way in hell! She only formed that band a month ago. How many songs can she possibly have? "Mokuba, it would be a waste of time. That sad excuse of a band most likely only has one, perhaps two songs. Are you sure you want to go?"

Mokuba gave him The Look. Big, watery chibified eyes. Trembling lower lip. Kaiba stared down into his brother's face. Say no Seto, you can do this. I'm the man, I'm the man…Who the hell am I kidding? Who can say no to a face like that? "Yes, we will attend this concert. But I'm leaving if those sad excuses of lyrics are less then appropriate for you."

"Yahoo!" the younger Kaiba jumped up to hug his brother around the middle before scampering off, and planning on what he would wear later. Seto waited until his brother was out of the room until glancing at the tickets. Even he had to admit they looked good.

Sharp, pale blue flames painted the back round where four huge animals were pictured. A snarling, bold tiger, crouching, amber eyes glaring at him.

A calm mountain lion with understanding gray eyes, laid down next to the tiger, gazing softly at him.

On the mountain lion's back was a small, grey lynx. The creature had its front paws resting on the beast's head. Its eyes held a playful nature.

Lastly, on the other side of the tiger, was a roaring lioness of a cool vanilla color. Its brown eyes were filled with passion, fight, doubt and fear.

Seto blinked. How was it possible for an artist to convey human emotions into animals with such much care? What person could do this work short of a gift from the gods? He flipped the ticket over. On it were simple, basic seating instructions

Nekos

7:00p.m.

Sadako Arena

Row 1

Seat 5

He put the tickets back in the envelope, the tiger catching his eyes for a fraction of a second before a white paper covered it. Now to finish that document

6:30

Seto leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. The document had taken longer to finish then he expected. He glanced to the clock and frowned. It was 6:30. The concert was in thirty minutes. He looked down at his attire. A black business suit. I see no point in changing.

Footsteps and a few pants reached his ears. His brother skidded into his office, changed out of his school uniform into black jeans, a red top with a bandana around his neck. His hair was as long and messy as ever.

"Seto, why aren't you changed yet?" he asked, scolding. Before he could make one comment the boy was in his closet, digging into the outfits inside. Seto raised a brow, amused with his brother. He got off his chair and shut down the computer and stood with his arms crossed, looking at his brother.

Mokuba had finally settled on an outfit. His Battle City one. With a grunt of effort he threw it on Seto's king size bed with black covers. "There! Hurry and change. You have five minutes. The opening act should last around thirty minutes and it takes ten to get there…" the boy walked out the door to give him privacy while murmuring assurances that they wouldn't be late and miss the opening song.

Seto would have sighed if he was that kind of person. With dignified grace he picked up the selected outfit and marched to the bathroom.

7:00 p.m.

The Kaiba brothers were seated in Seto's black corvette. After parking (And nearly running over an old man) they were in line to get into the Arena. The people in line recognized the brothers and were whispering wildly. Some even stealing glances at them only to be on the receiving end of Seto's sub-zero glare and turned away instantly.

The ticket collector seemed shocked to find the CEO of a major company standing in line for a concert. Shakily he had an usher escort the brothers to their seat. The Sadako Arena was built soon after World War II ended in honor of the teenagers and children that were killed in the Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Its retractable ceiling was down at the moment, showing the sun's last moments for the evening.

The seating worked out better then Seto had predicted. Jou was in seat 10, while Seto was in seat 5. Next to him was Mokuba, naturally, but on his left in seat 6 was a strangely dress man…at least he thought it was a man. He looked more like a red headed prostitute than a man. He hid his disgust rather well and moved his gaze towards the stage where a band was playing behind a curtain. The band's beat matched in sync with his heart strangely. Maybe it wouldn't be a total waste after all.

Amelda clutched the armrests of his seat tightly. The man sitting on his left was none other then Kaiba Seto. A cloud of rage clouded his eyes. The man who's father ruined his country, his home and his family.

His fingers twitched violently. He did care how many people were here, all around them. You ruined my life, now I'm going to end yours.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of Domino! The Nekos!" A voice boomed from the large speakers, set up around the arena. Amelda's gaze flickered to the stage, where the curtain was lifting. My mission, I will wait. Then you will be crushed.

The entire audience was silent. The stage was in dark, the lights turned off and they were all left in darkness.

A voice whispered on the stage, echoing through the arena.

Let the bodies hit the floor

Left the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the…

A tapping noise on metal sounded in everyone's ears.

Floor!

Gray and red lights flashed around the stage as the group became visible. Houmei was towards the back on a slightly raised platform, pounding on her drum set. Tohru and Keiko were next to Anzu, more towards the front, stringing away on their guitars.

Seto squinted his eyes to get a better looked at what the feline customs were. Not much to his surprise, each girl matched one of the cats on the tickets. Anzu was the tiger, the makeup made her look indeed ferocious. Her eyes held an angered and wild look.

One... Two... Three... Four... w... Three... Four...

Beaten why for?

Why for?

Can't take much more…

Here we go Here we go Here we go Now!

One nothing wrong with me

Two nothing wrong with me

Three nothing wrong with me

Four nothing wrong with me

One something's got to give

Two something's got to give

Three something's got to give

Now!

Let the bodies hit the floor

Left the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor

Left the bodies hit the floor

The lights changed to a strobe light. Seto couldn't tell if they were moving or not. They changed back when the group picked up once more.

Push me again (Again)

This is the end

(Here we go! Here we go! Here we go! Now!)

One Nothing wrong with me

Two Nothing wrong with me

Three Nothing wrong with me

Four Nothing wrong with me

One Something's got to give

Two Something's got to give

Three Something's got to give

Now!

Let the bodies hit the floor

Skin against skin, blood and bone

You're all by yourself but you're not alone

You wanted in

Now you're here

Driven by hate, consumed by fear

Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor!

One Nothing wrong with me

Two Nothing wrong with me

Three Nothing wrong with me

Four Nothing wrong with me

One Something's got to give

Two Something's got to give

Three Something's got to give

Now!

Let the bodies hit the floor

THE FLOOR!

THE...

The colored lights faded as the crowd applauded. Some shouting things like, "I love you Keiko!" or "Yeah! Nekos!"

Regular stage lights came back on. The girls had lost their angered, depressed looks and were smiling.

"Thank you Domino! Are you ready to rock?" Anzu shouted, his gift was hooked up to her ear and conveyed her voice through large speakers held by wooden frames around the arena.

The people behind him shouted a yes. Seto resisted the urge to cringe.

Keiko, the one with the bass guitar, leaned fore ward into her microphone. "Guess you guys are in luck. Our sweet Tohru finished her song…" The girl with long brown hair blushed as a large section of the crowd began chanting "Lynx Girl".

"…And she's ready to play it!"

Anzu moved aside as Tohru took the center stage, her grip on her guitar tight. "Thank you, I wrote this for someone very special to me. I hope your well Kyo-kun." She smiled down at her instrument before beginning a beat. Keiko followed her lead and Houmei joined in. Anzu had no instrument but was smiling none the less, ready to join in later.

There's a place up Ocean Avenue
Where I used to sit and talk with you
We were both 16 and it felt so right
Sleeping all day staying up all night

Tohru looked down at her guitar and drummed for a few seconds before snapping her head back up to sing more.

There's a place on the corner of Cherry Street
We would walk on the beach and not bare feet
We were both 18 and it felt so right
Sleeping all day staying up all night
(staying up all night)

If I could find you now things would get better
We could leave this town and run forever
Let your waves crush down on me and take me away

This time the crowd sang the chorus with them, many were on their feet jumping, including Mokuba. Seto held on to his dignity and remained where he was.

There's a piece of you that's here with me
It's everywhere I go It's everything I see
When I sleep I dream and it gets me by
I can make believe that you're here tonight (that your here tonight)

If I could find you now things would get better
We could leave this town and run forever
I know somewhere somehow we'll be together
Let your waves crush down on me and take me away

I remember the look in your eyes
When I told you that this was goodbye
You were begging me not tonight, not here, not now
We're looking up in the same night sky
We keep pretending the sun will not rise
We'll be together for one more night, somewhere, somehow

If I could find you now things would get better
We could leave this town and run forever
I know somewhere, somehow we'll be together
Let your waves crush down on me and take me away

Tiny tears pricked Tohru's eyes as she finished the last verse. Everyone was clapping and whistling, Seto let a small smile grace his lips.

Tohru sniffed and wiped her eyes carefully as Anzu wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "That's only the beginning guys, we're going to rock the house!" Keiko nodded and began another tune, but the stage rocked, sending her to the ground. Tohru and Anzu held on to each other, struggling to keep their balance. Houmei leapt over her drum set to Keiko's side, helping her to her feet.

The audience laughed, figuring this was just part of the act. Seto frowned, Something doesn't seem right. As he thought this another tremor ran under the stage, this time the audience's seats rocked as well. The speaker towers wobbled a bit. The people under them began screaming and running, "Tremor! Earthquake!"

The lighting rack above Keiko and Houmei swayed and dropped a foot. The girls got to their feet as another tremor swept under them. Keiko tripped and slid into the drum set. Houmei was about to run after her when the floor split, chunks of rubble flying into the air.

Seto reacted instantly, pulling Mokuba out of the way of a chunk of rock. His brother clung to his waist, trembling. "Seto!"

Back on the stage, things were going from bad to worse. Anzu had managed to push Tohru out of harm's way. But every time she and Houmei tried to get away from the lights a violent tremor knocked them off their feet.

Anzu gasped as she fell down again, "Houmei, are you alright?" she gasped as she was knocked on her bum again. Houmei nodded, soon after she screamed as the a part of the light rack came crashing down on her.

Houmei's hands instantly covered her head, but the blow never came. Something wet splattered across her stomach. She cracked upon one eyes only to have both shot open. Sanzo was shielding her with his body, his violet eyes were wide and staring at her. A black piece of metal was poking out through his stomach. His blood was splattered across her. "Sanzo…" He made no intention to show that he heard her, his head bowed slightly and he spit up blood on her shirt.

Five years earlier

"Leave me alone!" a younger Houmei screamed as three large, gruff looking men chased after her. She tripped over a loose piece of gravel and sent her sprawling on the ground. Before she could get up, one of the men pinned her on her back, pinning her shoulders and straddling her waist, his face was close to her face, it reeked of alcohol.

"Come 'ere Missy, we jus' wanna have some fun. S'all." He rasped. She choked on his breath. His hands left her shoulders and went to his belt. Houmei clamped her eyes shut and screamed.

"Shaddup!" her cheek throbbed from the slap he dealt her. Tears pricked out of the corners of her eyes and she felt him on her again. A sharp slap echoed in the alley way they had chased her down. The man on top of her yelped and fell off her.

"Hands off, asshole." A new voice said cruelly. Houmei whimpered, figuring it was just another man wanting in on the action.

"Who the 'ell do ya tink ya are Pretty Boy?" One of the drunks slurred. At this Houmei opened her eyes.

A tall young man with a golden mane of hair and drooping purple eyes was crouched in a fighting stance in front of her. Judging by the way his fist was he had punched the man off of her.

One of his companions lunged at her savior with a knife. He scoffed and fixed his position and knocked the knife away easily before kicking the man into a dumpster.

He turned a cool glare at the other two. "Who's next?" The men looked from him to their friend before running away from him, one with his pants falling down.

He scoffed and turned away, "Figures." He began to walk away. Houmei gathered her wits and climbed to her feet. "Wait!"

He paused, not turning towards her or saying anything. She caught up to him and paused a foot from his back. "I…"

"You should be more careful." He said suddenly. "The world is full of slime balls. You couldn't fight your way out of a paper bag."

She huffed," And what should I do, Mr. Baggy Eyes?" He turned his head and outstretched his hand to her. "Come on, your coming with me, not like I have any choice."

She looked at him for a moment before taking his hand. "I'm Houmei, who are you?"

He looked annoyed but answered while leading her away." Sanzo."

"Houmei! Sanzo!" Anzu screamed as both of them were tossed down by another tremor. A groan above her made her snap her head up. Her part of the lighting side was coming down. "Anzu! Watch out!" Yuugi screamed, trying to get to the stage but Jou held him back. "Yuugi! Don't you'll be crushed!"

A body tackled her as the set came down upon them. "It's alright, I have you." He whispered in her ear as a green light shimmered around them. Amelda's body was stretched over her own, the green light was coming from behind him. His stone around his neck reflected it in different directions. She assumed it was a light that landed on him.

The tremors stopped abruptly. Anzu could hear people clambering up to the stage, the whirling of an ambulance grew louder. Amelda grunted as the light faded, his body pressed closer to hers. Her head was pressed against his chest as he struggled to lift the beam. He did after Jou and Yuugi lifted several smaller ones off of it.

"Anzu!" Yuugi quickly pulled her into a hug. She hugged him back before gently pushing back from him and leaning on Amelda's shoulder. "I'm okay, thank you…Amelda."

Amelda and Yuugi helped her to her feet as a small form tackled her midsection. "Mokuba, you're okay right?" she asked down to the boy. He nodded and released her. "Big brother took care of me." Anzu nodded weakly before gasping. "Keiko! Tohru!"

Both girls were unconscious. Honda had his cousin securely in his arms and Keiko, surprising enough was in Kaiba's arms. Anzu breathed a sigh of relief when she saw no flesh wounds on them.

"Sanzo! Wake up, please!" They all turned to the far end of the stage. Anzu broke into a run on shaky legs to the other end of the stage. Houmei was kneeling over a bloody and knocked out Sanzo. She turned to Anzu with wide and tear filled eyes. "Anzu, help me get this thing out of him!" She motioned franticly to the blood piece of metal extending from the man's stomach.

Anzu nodded and scrambled behind Sanzo, Houmei next to her. "Now!" both girls struggled to sit him up, the metal sliding out slowly him. Sanzo groaned and his eyes fluttered slightly. Houmei ripped off her shirt, not caring if men were around, and pressed it against his wound as a team of paramedics arrived with a stretcher. Two of them lifted Sanzo onto it. Another pulled the girls away from him.

Houmei ducked under his arms and ran to Sanzo's side. "I'm not leaving him." She stated stubbornly. The paramedic scowled at her but allowed it. Anzu looked to the spot on the broken stage where Sanzo laid, a blanket of blood covered it.

"Anzu!" She looked up abruptly. Naste was running towards her. Before she could stand the older woman hugged her tightly. "Are you alright? What happened?" Anzu tried to speak but she couldn't find the voice to. Instead she sobbed into Naste's jacket mutely.

"Anzu? What's wrong?" Yuugi asked resting his small hand on her shoulder. His eyes gained a sad look when she didn't answer him. "It's shock, don't worry, it's not you." Naste assured him as another paramedic wrapped a blanket around Anzu and pulled her from Naste and towards another ambulance.

Amelda stared at the leaving vehicle before jumping off the stage and running towards his motorcycle. That was definitely not a normal tremor.

Jou noticed him running off and started after him, "Hey! Hold on a minute!" he called but Amelda made no signs of stopping. "Yuugi does he know something we don't?"

Yuugi looked around the mess that was one of Domino's most famous attractions. "I doubt it Jounochi-kun. I don't think anyone can explain this."

Honda came over to the two and sat down on the stage edge. "It was just a tremor, they don't have plots."

Mokuba frowned, "How can you say that?" he yelled, all eyes turned to him with shock, except for Naste and Seto.

"What do you mean?" Naste asked him, getting to her feet.

Mokuba pointed to the cracks in the stage and then to where all the chairs were set up. "How can a tremor do this much damage to a stone stage but leave the seats intact? Incase you didn't notice, the tremors kept appearing every time Anzu or Houmei tried to get to each other. Right Seto?" he turned his eyes to his brother, who was staring at the cracks as well.

"Tremors do not have agendas. It's all about points of weakness and coincidence." He started to walk away from them, "Let's go, Mokuba. We've wasted enough of our time here." Mokuba sighed and jogged after his brother. "Besides, if it wasn't a tremor, then Mazaki and her little group planned this." Seto added coldly.

Jou growled and leapt at Kaiba, but was held back by Honda. "Watch it money bags! Incase you didn't notice, that guy had enough blood leaking out of him to donate—"

"Young man that will be enough." Naste said coolly, gazing at Kaiba's back. "There is no reasoning with some people." Jou stopped, "And just who are you, lady?" he snapped. Mokuba looked back for a moment, angry that Jou hag insulted his brother but it faded once he realized his brother was still walking.

Honda elbowed him, "That's Date Nasuti."

Jou's mouth fell open, "The kendo dude's chick?"

Naste cleared her throat loudly and both boys blushed. "Yes, I would have to agree with the young boy. While I was driving here, I found no disturbances. There is a reason to all this. Normal tremors do not target people."

The boy's features next to her seemed to alter. "Yes," he said in a deeper voice. "But why would a tremor target them?"

It was silent for a moment before a ringing broke the silence. Naste dug the ringing phone out of her bag and flipped it open. "Date Nasuti." She stated into it. The three boys looked at her strangely when her calm look became one of anger and surprise.

"Sir, I can't! No it's just that…yes, I'll be on the plane fist thing in the morning." With a sigh she put the phone away and rubbed her eyes. She looked at least ten years older suddenly.

"Something the matter, Date-san?" Honda asked politely. Naste looked up at him kindly. "You look so much like Tohru, Honda-san." She didn't answer his question but scribbled a note on a piece of paper and handed it to him. "Give this to the girls, please? Keep them safe for me. There is no time to explain."

Honda took the note, puzzled, and pocketed it. Naste nodded and walked off in more then a rush.

Jou stared around them, aside from the team of reporters and a few random people gawking like idiots at them, they were the only ones there. "I think we should go visit Anzu and the girls now." As he said this a swarm of reporters was running towards them.

Amelda knelt down in front of Dartz, his eyes downcast. "Master Dartz, the tremors at the concert…" he began.

"Ah," Dartz spoke, viewing the destruction on the television. "Yes, I caused it." He said lightly.

Amelda felt a spark of anger ignite within him. "A man is in the hospital for severe injuries, sir, why would you cause this?"

"All a part of your assignment. Saving the girl only added to her trust of you. When you reveal your true intent, the blow will sting all the more." Dartz switched off the television and observed the stars. "You may leave."

Amelda rose stiffly and walked out of the room, only when he was out of Dartz's hearing range did he snarl and punch the wall, leaving a dent. To play with lives for the greater good… he thought to himself. To torment the already damned. Is this right?

Kio: Ah! And so the plot thickens like spoiled milk! Well, I have a poll for you guys. It will decide the fate of the whole story. I will be introducing a few OC's but no Mary-sues of Billy-Joel's. And they are as followed.

Nikolai a shy orphan boy of twelve from Greece. He's skills in art are what lead Dartz to put him under contract. Nikolai makes Tohru look impulsive and rarely ever comes out of his room. But is he hiding something more?

Seya a native Japanese girl that is the perfect example of a teen model. She's a pop star with an ego the size of a mars. She constantly tries to impress Amelda and loathes Anzu for supposedly taking Amelda away from her and will do anything to make her life miserable.

Holly loud, eats like a whale and does not know the meaning of the word fear. She makes up for it by performing dare devil stunts on wires. Despite her friendly nature she and her sister Taylor are completely loyal to Seya.

Taylor Holly's complete opposite. Taylor is mean, cruel and possibly a sadist. She hates the human race after her mother was killed in a factory accident.

Buckley an overly large teen with 200 pounds of bulky muscle. He set a record in his home country of Romania for lifting 300 pounds of solid steel above his head. Crude, rude and spiteful are three words that compliment him. Not charming or handsome by any means, he has set his sights on wooing Tohru by any means possible.

Kio: And now for the voting topics.

The triangle will be:

Seto/Anzu/Amelda

Yuugi/Anzu/Amelda

Seya/Amelda/Anzu

Hoshi Inc.'s OTHER secret weapon:

Reptiles genetically mutated to gather souls of humans and kill anything that gets in their way.

An plague of sickness.

(Common, vote for number one…)

Will Sohma Kyou have his "Super Kitty" powers (don't know Kyou just don't answer):

Yes

Kio: Whelp, there we go. Review and leave comments. No flames. I'll fix things as I go along. I'm out!