Disclaimers: Nope. Don't own YGO. Hell, I don't even own the BRA. It was a collective effort between a few friends and I. I do own this Snickers bar I'm snacking on as I type. Cicero F. Kahran, Stefan "Skye Fiinix" Virrocci, Alexandra Virrocci and Defiance Craven appear c/o Rokuryu Studios. Authors mentioned as BRA agents belong to themselves.

Author's Note: Ah, lychees. They inspire me. Now then, there will be familiar faces in this chapter. If you want to be mentioned as an agent in this fic or maybe others that might follow, leave me a note in yer comments. (Highly appreciated) On with the fic then. By the by, to those unfamiliar with my line of fiction, here's a glossary.

Mary Sue – An OC usually paired up with a canon character. Usually made by some rabid fangirl or another, tends to be annoyingly perfect in every single way. May have kickasz powahs.

BRA – The Bishonen Rescue Agency, an agency composed of fangirls and their original characters who have, in one way or another, wisened up and have joined the crusade against manic fangirls and mary sues. Their field agent is Cicero Kahran, herself once a Mary Sue.

The BRA Sue Saga II:
Of Sues and Sennen Items

Domino City

1625H

Mokuba Kaiba couldn't help but feel that he was being followed. It seemed to be a familiar sensation, that of being trailed every time he left the mansion to buy the groceries or take a stroll to the local arcade. Glancing over his shoulder, he breathed in and decided to make a run for it. If he was lucky, he'd be able to escape them this time. Footfalls followed his own, echoing each the boy made.

Not again.

NOT again!

A bunch of street thugs followed him. It was getting ridiculous, really. Almost everyday, he'd been trailed by the occasional punk, delinquent, street thug (like today), a ramen cart vendor last Tuesday and once the police even though he was sure he paid for the ice cream cone he had bought. If his Niisama had bribed the people of Domino to chase him daily to give him a measure of a workout, it wasn't funny anymore. With a cry of displeasure, the younger Kaiba sibling ran as fast as his legs could carry him.

Of course, he could always wait for the mysterious ladies who saved him every so often. That was even odder than all the people who chased him everyday.

Mokuba ran on, hurrying into an alleyway which he knew he could use to escape the thugs. Some instinct in him battled for dominance, though. That was a dead end! He wouldn't be able to run from there. "We've got you now, kid!" laughed a gruff voice.

There.

This always happened, too.

With a whimper, Mokuba crouched down and waited for the worse. Of course, he could always leap over that trashcan and get out of the alleyway. He was also smaller than these thugs. He could run right inbetween their legs to safety but he did nothing of the sort. He stayed put and cowered for some odd reason as if something had ordered him to remain there and wait for rescue. "Hey you! Why don't you pick on someone your own size!" cried a voice.

There it was.

His mysterious rescuer of the day.

He could hear the punks being beaten. One by one, his pursuers fled the alleyway. Cracking one eye open, Mokuba caught sight of a VERY pretty lady. Her hair fell to her waist, a shimmering shade of light pink that, even though she had been in a fight was not in the least out of place and still remained to smell rather strongly of every single pleasant scent known to man. Welcoming cerulean eyes shimmered at him with the trust and calm of an angel from the heavens. "Are you alright…?" she asked, voice soft and tender, radiating the same calm one could get from one's mother. Mokuba nodded and took her outstretched hand.

"THERE SHE IS! GET HER!"

Both Mokuba and the mysterious lady were startled by the sudden battle cry. A rather tall man dressed in only white leaped from a nearby building, sword pointed out at the pink haired female. Other females began to rappel down from surrounding buildings, forming a circle around Mokuba and his rescuer. Some brandished knives, others swords, a few had guns and one carried a plunger.

The man stepped forward, sword still drawn. "Michiru 'Michi' Sawada, I hearby place you under arrest in the name of the B.R.A." he glowered, eyes narrowing at the woman. At this, the pink haired one began to acquire a nearly cat like appearance, eyes narrowing dangerously at the man. "So you've come after me, eh, Skye?" she hissed. Mokuba dashed behind a nearby crate. Things didn't look good.

The female raised her hand to the heavens, showing a bangle that seemed to be made of thrift store gold and had the symbol of a Sennen Item upon it. "Secure the item!" the one called Skye cried, turning to the agents. A bright light that smelled rather strongly of said pleasant items mentioned above flooded the alleyway. The light died down to show that the pink haired woman was gone and was replaced by what seemed to be another woman. This one had deep red hair, steely blue eyes, a red dominatrix suit and was just (to put it simply) as scary as hell.

"Commander!" cried another of the agents.

"What do we do! Seems she's got a Sennen Item!"

Skye rolled his eyes. "Don't pay attention to it. Even though this may be her 'yami' form, she can't hurt us." He replied, sword turned to the 'yami'. "Everyone knows all Yamis are good for are winning Duel Monster matches."

"But Commander!" protested the same agent. "This is a Sue Yami. Everyone knows they can do anything from dueling, to fighting, to laundry, to making the best ever tasting muffins the world has ever known! " Skye let out a half hearted sigh. "And you think I give a shit? We outnumber her. Alex! Get Mokuba out of here! Strike Team, FIRE AT WILL!" he ordered.

Out of the shadows and dodging gunfire, sword and knife slashes and the occasional flying plunger, another woman came over to where Mokuba hid. "Mokuba Kaiba?" she asked with a small smile. Mokuba nearly jumped out of his skin but turned to this female. Hopefully, she was nothing like the weird one with the pink hair. The one Skye called Alex smiled, taking his hand.

"Don't worry. We're the good guys."

Alex brought Mokuba out of the alley and away from what seemed to be an all out war. They didn't stop running until Alex brough him to a nearby hamburger joint and bought them both a bit of a meal. Mokuba didn't say a word and stared down as he munched on his cheeseburger. Finally, however, he was able to break the silence.

"Do you want to meet with Niisan, too?" he asked.

Alex blinked and tilted her head in what seemed to be a manner close to curiosity. "All the ladies who save me and buy me food want to meet my Niisan." He explained. Shaking her head, Alex couldn't help but laugh. "Goodness no, Mokuba. As wonderful a man I'm sure Seto Kaiba is, I already have a boyfriend, thank you." She chuckled. The silence resumed until Alex spoke once more. "Forgive my manners. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Alexandra Virrocci. That man you saw dressed in white is my brother, Stefan. He and I were asked to come here and save you and your brother. We are agents of the BRA." She managed.

"…So you sell women's…?" Mokuba asked, starting to blush.

"Heavens no. The BRA is an acronym." Alex replied.

Before she could say anything more, the familiar sound of a cellphone going off alerted both of them. Alex reached beneath her skirt slit, pulling out her cellphone which was secured to her thigh via a hip garter. "Virrocci." She prompted, answering the call.

Kaiba Manor

1745H

"Agent Venus?" Cicero asked, holding the collar of her trenchcoat up to her mouth. "Do you have the little horse with you?" The other agents who accompanied her remained in the shadows of the foliage that surrounded the Kaiba mansion, waiting for the signal from the spy they had sent into the mansion.

"Absolutely, Cicero, dear. Mokuba's right here and safe." Alex replied.

"Dammit, Alex!" Cicero barked. "Use the codenames! Status."

A sigh came from the other side of the two-way radio. "Fine. Little horse is secured. Target is being intercepted by the Strike Team. Heading to your location." Alex replied, a bit exasperated. Cicero nodded. "Good. I have yet to check in with Snake on his status but so far, Squad A is on standby." She replied. "Why are you so paranoid, Cicero? No one's listening in…" Alex groaned.

"You never know." Cicero replied.

"Dark Dragon out."

As Cicero broke the call, she couldn't help but blink as everyone caught sight of her setting her collar back down and began to stifle their silent guffaws. "What!" she demanded, raising an eyebrow in irritation. Suddenly, her communicator beeped once, alerting her of an incoming transmission. The collar was folded up again and the call was received with an ominous "It's me. (1)"

Domino City

Very Familiar Card Store

1756H

Defiance blinked as he heard the peals of laughter from the other side of his communicator and Cicero snapping at the rest of the agents with her to shut up lest they blow their cover. "What's up, Snake?" Cicero asked after the laughter had finally died down. Defiance just blinked and leaned against a nearby wall. "I was just wondering… how much is retail for a Celtic Guardian coz I think they got it cheaper here." he asked, a nervous smile playing on his lips. The agent had to hold the communicator away from his ear as his senior commander spoke. "DAMMIT, SNAKE, THIS ISN'T THE TIME FOR YOU TO GO CARD SHOPPING FOR THE REST OF US! WHERE'S YOUR CLIENT!" Cicero demanded.

"Um… he's not back from school yet so… I decided to wait in his grampa's store. That ok, commander?" he asked, smiling nervously. "Yeah… yeah, that's ok. Look, tell the agents with you I expect you guys to tail your client to school tomorrow." Cicero sighed, finally catching her breath. Defiance was about to speak when the bell on the front door jangled. "Grandpa, I'm home and I brought a friend over for dinner. She's a transfer student!" Yuugi smiled as he entered the store.

Defiance turned back to the communicator.

"Boss, we got a major problem here." He sighed.
-END OF CHAPTER 1-

(1) OK, this I couldn't help. In the Cartoon Network dub of YGO, Seto answers incoming transmissions with a deep, very serious 'It's me'. I couldn't help but poke fun at it. XD

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