Title: Shadow Wars Inc.
Author: Fairyfae
Pairings: SetoxYami, BakuraxRyou
Warnings: Cussing, implied nudity and sex, general idiocy
Spoilers: I don't think so
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own em folks. If I did, the show would have needed a rating.
Put here everything that I was supposed to say but didn't.
Chapter 9:
Bakura allowed his mind to wander as his fingers flew across keys, his chair rolling between consoles in his continual search for new leads. Gods, he loved technology and that cold-ass bastard, Kaiba, had the best toys. Bakura remembered his original fury at having to learn the 'superior methods' of the twenty-first century, but in the end, all his effort had been worthwhile. After all, it hadn't taken him long to learn, and become enamored with, technology. He was a quick learner despite of…or maybe because of…his previous occupation. Just thinking of all the dastardly things a person with his skills could do with technology…well, it made his mouth water. For instance, in that movie with the heist, the one with all the hotties…what was it? Oh Yes. Oceans Eleven. He smirked to himself. Going to a place called Sin City and robbing someone who reminded him of Kaiba blind, now that was his idea of a great vacation. Of course, he would have done a better job at the heist than the fools in the movie. For one, he would have killed the girl and screwed the best friend silly, Brad Pitt if he remembered correctly…and maybe the kid. He couldn't remember the kids name but what did that matter. He wouldn't have used it anyways.
Bakura pushed a final key and sat back, kicking his feet up so that they rested on the console in front of him. It would take the computer, even a super computer like the one he was playing with at the moment, at least a couple minutes to conduct the search he just input. Bakura let his mind trail back to the events of that morning.
Bakura intently studied the video feed, reaching down to touch himself through his pants. Thank goodness, or badness in his case, that he had the foresight to plant that hidden camera above the shower stall last time he visited Ryou. He hadn't been getting any for a while and it was starting to wear on his normally cheerful disposition. How the hell was he to know that his light would be so upset about his meaningless little fling with Malik? It had only been once. And why did it matter that they had used his and Ryou's bed? Would it have been better if he had nailed the blond sexpot in the kitchen where the neighbors obnoxious thirteen year-old ditzy daughter could have looked in and seen them? Pausing, Bakura reflected, actually that might have been kinda fun. Corrupting the innocent was one of the real pleasures in life. Regardless, he was now banished until he, 'understood what he had done wrong.' To steel a phrase from the ditz, 'As if.' Anyways, if the video feed was any indication of his lights own frustrations, his hand wouldn't be his only friend for much longer.
"Bakura."
Bakura fell to the ground gracelessly when his start of surprise caused the chair to roll out from under him, "Ow. Damn it pharaoh! What do you want?" Geez. Couldn't a man jerk off at work without interruption anymore? Bakura stood up and brushed himself off before turning to look at Yami…and then he looked, and looked, and then he looked some more.
Damn! Was it his birthday? Yami stood in front of him, torn red shirt hanging open framing a well-toned and tanned chest, pants hanging low on his hips, zipped, but also missing a button. Was that a bite mark on the other's chest? Yami was an egotistical jerk and they would never so much as kiss, but as eye candy, he was sweet enough to kill a diabetic.
Bakura smirked. The pharaoh's state of dress was too good to let pass without comment. "Well, well, well. Looks like someone's ass was well polished last night. So tell me, was it yours or the priests?" He held up his hands in a mock defensive position, "Don't hold back on my account. I don't mind sharing him with you."
Bakura watched as a haughty, condescending expression settled on Yami's face. Looks like he was going to be ignored…so much for having a little fun. Bakura cocked his head to the side. Perhaps he should tell Yami what Kaiba meant when he told his secretary to treat Yami appropriately. By now, the woman had definitely set up a spending account for Kaiba's new 'personal bodyguard.' The pharaoh just needed to make a call and clothes would be delivered to the mansion within the hour. Bakura again examined the figure in front of him. Nah, he thought. He had never been one to deny himself the free pleasures in life, and Yami dressed like a well-used whore…well that was one of the best pleasures he'd experienced since he'd gotten his body.
"These are the only clothes I have at the moment." Yami's voice held an odd combination of tones, part bitterness, part sadness, a little despair, and, of course, the ever-annoying arrogance. "Kaiba allows you in this room?" Yami swept his hand around to encompass Kaiba's on-site, one-time secret, computer lab.
Bakura raised an eyebrow. The pharaoh's tone intrigued him. Something about it was priceless. He seemed like he was…Bakura again studied the others face. Oh my God! He was. Yami was jealous of him. And over Kaiba. Someone who had always been and would always be the pharaoh's. He had his memories. Didn't he recall some of the 'worshipping' that used to go on between the priest and 'the living incarnation of Horace.' Oh, he was loving this. Ah, the sweet bliss of rubbing your enemy's face in their own stupidity.
Bakura raised a mocking eyebrow; "Of course he lets me in here. I've lived on his property for almost two years now. Not to mention, I've been head of security for almost a year and a half. He taught me how everything works in here…personally," Bakura lightly stressed the last word.
"Cut the crap Bakura." Yami growled and Bakura exalted in the other's reaction. "I have some new information for you, something that may help you in your search."
"Really? Well, you know, I am always happy to help the boss out with any of his…needs."
Gods he was having fun taunting the pharaoh. While speaking, Bakura had lowered his eyelids in an, admittedly crappy, imitation of bashfulness. Raising his eyelids, he stared at the pharaoh. Uh oh. The storm settling on the others face warned him that the other was not in the mood to brush off his taunting lightly and with no one here to distract him…lets just say that he wasn't ready to lose his new body to the pharaoh turned shadow monster's temper tantrum. Time to back off. "Just tell me what you have and I'll start looking."
When Yami started to speak, Bakura had to forcefully suppress a shudder. He recognized the other's tone now. This one he had heard before, although only once. It was the tone the pharaoh had used when publicly proclaiming a death sentence on one of Bakura's less than skilled ex-compatriots. And back then; there was no law against cruel and unusual punishments. They were, in fact, the norm.
Each word clearly demarcated and devoid of human sentiment, Yami stated, "I have faces, but only two names. It seems to involve two companies, a financier slash marketing company and a research company. A third party is involved in human trading, specifically, children."
Bakura whistled. That was dark, even for him. He didn't particularly care if children died while he pursued his own goals. After all, children could be dangerous. He had only been a child when he started to gain a reputation in his own career. But even he never targeted children. He actual tended to enjoy taking out the occasional frustration on the flesh peddlers that specialized in children. Their dying screams were particularly gratifying to a street rat. Bakura started to genuinely focus on what the other was saying.
"The names are Margaret and Mr. Wilton. They should both be connected to the orphanage at which Seto and Mokuba stayed after their parent's death. I doubt Margaret is still alive and she probably wouldn't be any help to us if she was. Mr. Wilton, however, might be useful. I know he has a family, a daughter at least. She had serious medical problem in the past. You might be able to find something on her by looking into medical records from facilities in the area of the orphanage. The other players seem to be a man, unnamed, in an unexceptional lab coat, a cigar smoker, and a gentleman who wears three-piece suits. Useless I know, although I could probably identify the suit and the scientist if I saw pictures of them."
Bakura shook his head, "You have to be kidding me. That's not enough if you actually want me to find something."
Yami reflected Bakura's previous smirk back at him, "So, basically your telling me that the great Bakura can't figure out one little puzzle because there are too few pieces."
Bakura growled. How dare the pharaoh mock him? If he was so good, why wasn't he doing the looking? "So you want me to find one suit, one cigar smoker, and one anonymous lab rat out of thousands? No one could do that."
"The 'suit,' as you call him, did have one unique characteristic." Yami dropped.
"Stop playing with me pharaoh and spit it out. I don't have all day." Geez, he hated that arrogant, self-centered, egotistical…
"Yes. I could see how…hard," Yami imitated Bakura by emphasizing the one word, "you were working when I came in."
Bakura's eyebrow started to twitch as his mind repeated the word bastard in an unending litany. "Tell me again. Why isn't Kaiba the one talking to me? Most of our business transactions are conducted one-on-one," the word 'on' emphasized.
Bakura's taunt didn't have the expected result. Instead, Yami's face turned serious. "He hasn't woken up. He's not doing so well. I think the turmoil of the last few days has finally gotten to him." Yami sighed in resignation, "That leaves only the two of us for the time being. We'll have to learn to work with each other."
Oh goody, thought Bakura. I get to go to hell and I'm not even dead yet…I'm not dead again anyways. Still angry, Bakura spit out, "Fine, tell me this unique characteristic. If you can give me anything solid, by the end of the evening I'll have more information than you could get with a mandate from the heavens and a blessing from all the gods."
Staring Bakura straight in the eye, Yami didn't rise to the bait. Instead he answered the question, "The man wore a ring. It was somewhat unusual. It looked a lot like a signet ring and it was crawling with shadow magic. The ring had the emblem of a four-headed snake, a hydra maybe. The two heads in the middle were entwined, while the heads on the periphery wrapped around the ring's band. I think that ring meant something. See if you can find that symbol somewhere. I think that symbol may be the key we've been looking for." Yami turned to leave the room, paused and turned around, "And Bakura…"
"What?" Bakura growled, still angry. He never could let go of a grudge very quickly.
"With that information, you should be able to find something out before the end of the evening."
Yami departed, closing the door a moment before the chair Bakura threw could strike him.
The computer beeped pulling Bakura out of his meditative state. Sitting up, he rolled his chair over to the printer and carefully examined the output. Bingo. Take that you stupid pharaoh. Two hours and I hit the jackpot.
Adjusting the computer to accept out-going calls, Bakura tried to reach the main house. With Kaiba sleeping and Mokuba unconscious, he was pretty sure the pharaoh would answer. A moment later his hunch was confirmed.
"Kaiba residence." Yami answered.
"If you want to know what the hell is going on, get over here now." Bakura slammed the phone down in the other's ear with a smile. Giving rude orders always made him happy, especially when he was ordering around uppity ex-pharaohs.
He picked the phone back up and arranged to have clothing delivered for the pharaoh. Where they were going, the damn fool would have to be dressed…more's the pity. He had just finished the pleasant occupation of scaring a few of Kaiba's choice employees into the task when Yami entered the room. Deciding not to waste any more time, he threw a folder at the entering figure. Dang, the annoying wretch caught it. "I doubt Kaiba told you anything important. Everything I've found out previous to now is in that folder. You may want to come up-to-date before I get back."
Yami looked up from his examination of the folders contents, "You're leaving?"
"Only for the time being. We'll need a third party if were going to be successful at conducting the little interview we're going on." Bakura snorted, "Let's face it, I'm intimidating as hell and you are no Yugi. The person we're going to see does not need to be terrified. If anything, she needs to be coaxed. Neither of coax." Bakura smoothly switched gears, "As for what I've found out today, I'll tell you that while we're on our way to our destination. It should take us about an hour to get there so we have time."
Bakura made to leave only to imitate the pharaoh's earlier actions by turning around at the door, "One more thing. I've ordered you some clothing. They'll arrive soon. Try to dress your ugly ass before I get back. I'm tired of looking at you."
Yami nodded solemnly, "Thank You, Bakura. I appreciate your efforts. Especially since I know you don't want to help me."
Ignoring the pharaoh's last words, Bakura left. Damn, he felt all warm and fuzzy inside. He needed to do something bad. Where's the cat. He needed to kick the cat.
Yami walked out of Kaiba's bedroom. The other was still sleeping and when he awoke, he was bound to be angry. Not only was he a work-a-holic that slept the whole day away, something Kaiba was bound to blame Yami for, but he was also being left out of the loop. The note Yami left on Kaiba's nightstand told him that they were going out to investigate without him. Although Kaiba would want to and Yami would have normally wanted him to, join them on the investigation, Yami felt that the other needed to rest more than anything else. Things were only going to get more hectic from here on out.
Yami exited the mansion just as a sleek black car pulled around the horseshoe, Bakura in the passenger seat. He took a moment to study the vehicle. It was a sports car with the words Dodge and Viper emblazoned on the back. Striding up to the vehicle, Yami bent over to look into the open window only to see a Bakura look alike in the driver's seat, "Hi Yami! It's good to see you again." The enthusiastic voice of Ryou greeted him.
"Thank You. It good to see you too." Yami returned before redirecting his attention to Bakura, "You must be kidding." Yami continued to study the cramped space in the car. "There's no back seat."
"Get over it," Bakura growled, "It's this or the motorcycle. Make your choice. And no, you may not follow us on the motorcycle. It's mine and I saw what you did to the Escalade."
"That hardly counts. It was an emergency situation." Yami opened the car door and looked in again skeptically as Bakura struggled to get his legs on either side of the gear stick. "Your letting Ryou drive."
"Ryou has a nifty little thing called a license. Anyway, he refused to come if he couldn't drive" Bakura starred hard, as he grumbled "Just be happy I'm not making you sit in the middle." Bakura wriggled uncomfortably. There was no way he was going to let Yami snuggle up next to his light.
Yami managed with some effort to fit into the car and shut the door before adding his own snide comment, "Well, we're lucky that no one in here has a fat ass."
Bakura growled, "There may be no fat asses but if you don't shut up there may be a few fat lips," Bakura studied the pharaoh and smirked, "Looks like there already is one. Who bit you, hmmmm?"
"Guys." Ryou cut in, his voice soft and calm, "Try to get along or it's going to be a very long road trip."
"Fine." Bakura spit out while crossing his arms over his chest and looking determinedly out the front window.
"As you wish." Yami stated, doing the same, only he looked out the side window.
Silence settled over the vehicle as Ryou pulled out of the driveway.
About ten minutes into the trip Yami began to shift in his seat uncomfortably before he broke the quiet, "Bakura. I need to ask something of you."
Bakura raised an eyebrow. The arrogance was gone. Yami sounded unsure. Geez, life was getting weird. Without his customary venom Bakura asked, "What?"
"When I'm gone…" Yami paused.
Bakura never big on patience prompted, "Get on with it."
"Hold on a second." Yami returned. "I just need to know that when I'm gone, you'll stay with Kaiba. I need to know that you won't abandon him."
The tinges of jealousy had returned to Yami's tone. Bakura looked over at Ryou and saw the other's brow lowered in suspicion. Damn the pharaoh. His senseless jealously was getting him in even more trouble than he was already in. This wasn't fun anymore. If he didn't get any soon, he didn't know what he would do. It wouldn't be pretty whatever it was.
"Bakura?" Yami prodded.
Fed up with the others uncustomary insecurity, Bakura broke. To imagine, he thought the confident Yami was annoying, "You're an idiot, you know that?"
"What?" Yami turned to face him.
"If you had half a brain in your head you could tell that I prefer my men more amiable than Kaiba. Geez. What the hell has happened to you? I always knew you were stupid but I never pegged you as a quitter."
Yami's ire began to rise, "What are you talking about?"
Bakura, now heedless of the danger he was courting, snapped at Yami, "Haven't you ever wondered at the dynamics behind the whole 'getting your own body thing? Didn't you ever ask yourself why each of us had to give up what we did?"
"State what you want to say clearly Bakura." Yami's authority had returned. The tone only rubbed Bakura the wrong way.
"Gods you piss me off. Don't you know what it cost me to give up my freedom? The one thing I always had was that. Back in a time where everyone was subject to someone, I was subject to no one. It was the one thing that I valued above all others. It was the only thing that I had that was valuable enough for me to trade in return for my body."
Yami's brow wrinkled, "So what your saying is that if I was to give up my freedom by tying myself to Kaiba or someone like him, I could get a body?"
"No you fool! Aren't you listening?" Bakura was becoming increasingly irritated. He was already upset that he was helping the idiot beside him, "My freedom was the only valuable thing I had. You never had the kind of freedom I did. You were tied to a kingdom. You're valuable possession was your memories, hence, the fact that your trade was different from mine. Your choice was body or memories. My choice was body or freedom. It's the value we instill in things that creates the magic of this world just like it is the darkness that creates magic in the Shadow World. Gods! Do I have to spell everything out for you?"
Yami concentrated, "Do you mean that if I was to give back my memories of Egypt, I could get a mortal body."
"No!" Bakura started to pull on his hair, "Are you being deliberately obtuse or are you just acting like this to piss me off."
Yami snapped back, "Try not to be so vague. You're not saying what you mean, thief."
"I am saying exactly what I mean! You're just not listening!" Bakura took a deep breath and tried to calm down, "Look. Your stupidity is getting on my one and only nerve. You need to find something you value now to trade. You already sealed the other deal. You can't renege on that. It's signed in blood. You need to give up something else. You'll have to think on it. That's all I'm saying." Bakura slammed his body back only to remember he was sitting in front of the speakers, "Ow! Look at what you made me do!"
Yami tuned him out and started to think. Did he have anything valuable enough to trade? He couldn't and wouldn't trade away the memories of his friends and surely he wouldn't give up Seto. That would defeat the purpose of returning. He would have to think on it.
Yami's attention was pulled back by Bakura's disgruntled statement, "If we're done with all this personal crap, it's time to talk business."
Yami nodded, "Yes. I need to know what you've found out."
"I'm curious too," Ryou piped in, "I'm perfectly willing to help Kaiba if he's in trouble but I would like to know what this is all about."
Yami leaned slightly over Bakura, "We are trying to find out who is making attempts on Kaiba's life and why." His explanation was brief and incomplete. He did not want to get the innocent boy involved any more deeply with the shadow world.
"Geez pharaoh," Bakura pushed him back towards his seat, "A little less invasion of the personal space."
Yami pursed his lips as he nodded in an unconscious command that Bakura should start speaking.
Bakura growled than started in on his report anyway. After all, he wanted to brag about what he had found out. Reaching into the glove compartment he pulled out another file. Opening it, he pulled out a picture and handed it over to Yami, "Is this the symbol you saw on the suit's ring."
Yami examined the photograph, "This is it."
"Are you sure?" Bakura questioned.
Yami looked annoyed but he replied anyway, "Positive."
Bakura grinned maliciously, "Excellent. Then we are on the hunt. That symbol is the emblem of Hydra Corp., a research company that used to specialize in tissue regeneration. Unfortunately they went out of business years ago."
Yami looked upset, "What good is that then. Are we going to look at one of their facilities."
Bakura was enjoying stringing the pharaoh along, "No. I have already confirmed that there is no indication of activity in any of their previous test facilities."
Yami just stared at him, "Continue."
"Grief. Neither Kaiba nor you let me have any fun. All right. The interesting thing is the circumstances under which the company shut down." Bakura actually started to talk seriously, "Hydra Corp. has connections to both Kaiba Corp. and the orphanage. The year that Kaiba and Mokuba were adopted, both Kaiba Corp. and Hydra made huge donations to the orphanage, supposedly for renovations. However, the amount of money that flowed from the two companies to the orphanage were huge and not nearly accounted for in the official construction costs. It equaled approximately 150 million American dollars."
Yami furrowed his brow, "I am not familiar with foreign currency. Is that a lot of money?"
Bakura replied, "Let me put it this way, the whole Kaiba estate is only worth 5 million. And there's more."
Yami raised his eyebrows in appreciation. Before nodding that the other should go on.
"It's odd that Hydra donated that money because only three months later, they went out of business due to delinquency of funds. If they were that short on money, they should not have been spending that kind of dough. The last interesting thing is that I could trace some of the money." Bakura paused dramatically, "Some of the money was sent to treat a Miss Samantha Wilton at Sakura Medical Facility three blocks away from the orphanage."
"I take it that Samantha is the daughter of the headmaster I told you about."
"Of course," Bakura bragged, "Not only that, but she was the wife of the next orphanage headmaster. I found her wedding announcement. Her wedding was a private and arranged affair. Her father picked her husband from friends of the family. The best part is, both her father and her husband are deceased under strange circumstances. It seems that rampant animals attacked them both. Due to the strange circumstances of their deaths, Miss Wilton, now Mrs. Niwa, was held under suspicion of murder, a suspicion that could never be confirmed. We are going to question her now to see if she knows anything about her father and/or husbands business. That is why Ryou is with us. Questioning a woman accused of murdering her father and husband is likely to be a sensitive matter."
Ryou looked over at Bakura, "Wow, you sure don't like to make my life easy. I'll do the best that I can but I think you two should stay in the car." Ryou blushed, "I don't really want to scare her."
Yami sighed, "Of course. For now well do things as you say? Try to find out everything you can. We'll wait for you in the car."
Silence settled for the thirty minutes it took to complete the rest of the journey. Finally, Ryou pulled the car up in front of a small, well-manicured house. If they had been in America, it would have looked like something out of Little House on the Prairie. In Japan, it just looked out of place. Ryou slid out of the car and walked through the white picket fence and up to the screen door where he knocked timidly. From the car, Yami could see a young, but worn looking woman answer the door. Bakura leaned over him, both of them leaned out the car window and strained to listen.
"Ma'am." They heard Ryou's gentle and yet polite accent drift across the lawn. "I am very sorry to disturb you but I was hoping that I could talk to the man of the house."
The woman looked startled, "I'm sorry but there is no man in this house."
Ryou gently placed his hand on the door, stopping the woman from shutting it in his face, "But Ma'am, please." Ryou pleaded, "Your husband is responsible for getting me adopted. I just wanted to see him…to thank him."
The woman paused and opened the door the rest of the way, gesturing Ryou inside. Just barely, as the door closed, the two men in the car could hear the woman, "I am so sorry but…" the door was closed and both figures sat back.
"When did Ryou learn to lie so well?"
Bakura looked over at the pharaoh, "You don't think he spent all that time with me and never learned anything did you?"
Yami studied the other, "I thought you lived by yourself on the Kaiba estate. I didn't know you stayed in contact with Ryou."
Deciding that casual conversation was okay for the time being Bakura answered, "I do, but Ryou has an apartment in town. I visit him there frequently."
Yami nodded knowingly, "Ah. I see."
Bakura scoffed, "Don't act so superior. You don't see much of anything." Both of them sat in silence for a time until Bakura felt the need to restore the status quo, "Just because I helped you, it doesn't mean that we're friends or anything so don't go getting any funny ideas. I just helped you so you would stop pissing off Ryou. He's a good lay when he's not mad at me and I don't want you screwing that up."
Yami gave him a steady look, "I understand." Bakura cursed inwardly. It sounded like the other really did understand. Crap, he didn't want the pharaoh to know how much he cared for his little light. It made him sound weak. Mushy even. Bakura shivered.
As if Yami read his thoughts, he continued to speak. "You have nothing to worry about. I see in you what I always have. You are a dangerous man, Bakura and no fool. Fools are only a danger to themselves."
Bakura squirmed. He really hated feeling like this. He didn't need to be friendly. As such he let scorn again color his words. "Why pharaoh, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me. What were you smoking this morning," Bakura gave a fake start of recall, "Oops. Never mind. I remember exactly who you were doing this morning."
Yami was about to reply when Ryou walked back out, picture clutched in one hand. He slid back into the driver's seat. "Sorry guys. She didn't know anything specific. The most she could tell me was that this guy," Ryou held out a picture to Bakura, "used to visit her in the hospital. This is the guy she said her father negotiated with when setting up her marriage."
Bakura studied the picture before handing it over to Yami. "Well it's somewhere to start. I'll scan this into the computer and see what I can find on him."
Yami's voice was serious when he spoke, "This is him. This is the suit."
Bakura looked at him but Yami interrupted, "Yes, I am sure."
Ryou drove up to his apartment complex and got out. Bakura followed him while Yami stayed in the car. Bakura turned to glare at the window of the vehicle as he walked behind his light until Yami accommodated him by rolling the window up. Bakura turned back around to watch the enticing sway of the taunt bottom in front of him. They reached the door far to soon in his opinion.
Ryou swiveled lazily to face the other, body languid as he leaned into Bakura, "You know," Ryou directed a half lidded gaze at the other causing Bakura to smile, not smirk, "That was a really nice thing you did for Yami back there."
Bakura felt color stain his cheeks as he cleared his throat. "It wasn't anything special." Bakura grouched, "He was just making me angry, that's all."
Ryou smiled up at him sweetly while trailing a fingertip over the chest he was leaning into. Bakura gulped. "I know. I'm still really proud of you."
Bakura tilted his head cautiously, "So proud that your not angry with me anymore?"
Ryou's mouth settled into an alluring pout, "Maybe."
Bakura tried not to sound to hopeful when he continued, "Proud enough to sell this damn apartment and move in with me."
A wicked look, not to different from Bakura's own, slid across Ryou's face, "We'll have to see after your done helping Yami and Kaiba. Seeing you like this makes me…" Ryou leaned up and breathed in the other's ear eliciting a shudder, "miss you soooo much that I practically can't restrain myself."
Bakura rushed away towards his car, almost unbalancing Ryou in the process. He yanked open the car door and thrust a handful of money at Yami. "Here. Call a cab. I'll meet you at the mansion later. I need to do a little…undercover investigating."
Rushing back to Ryou, Bakura took the other's keys, unlocked the door and shoved his light inside. Turning to pin him to the door, Bakura growled, "Don't restrain yourself on my account."
Yami sat in the desk chair and stared at Kaiba's empty bed. He had been doing the same thing for the last three hours. The other was gone and he had left no note, the moon shown through the skylight above him. Yami was sad, worried and furious. Didn't the idiot know that people were trying to kill him? All he could do was wait for Kaiba's return and pray that the other wasn't hurt. Although he had tried, he could not feel where the other was. Apparently, Kaiba had learned how to block him. Damn frustrating, brilliant quick learner. What was he going to do about him?
At that moment, Bakura burst in the door to Kaiba's room, "I thought I might find you in here." Bakura looked around, "Where's Kaiba?" He was a little disappointed. He was hoping to catch the two doing the dirty. He even had his mini-digital on him.
Yami shook his head, his frustration evident, "I don't know. He went missing."
Bakura became serious, "That's not good." Bakura's lips tightened, "I know who the guy in the photo is."
Yami snorted, "You mean you actual managed to get a little investigation in."
Bakura just snarled, "Shut up you idiot. This is important. I found the connection between Kaiba Corp., Hydra Corp., the Orphanage, and Expire. The man's name is Mr. Hatahori. He was CEO of Hydra Corp. Now he's head of Expire. The money flow I couldn't track to any other organization but Kaiba Corp., you know, the stuff sent by the gorillas in South Africa. It went into this man's personal account."
Yami's eyes went wide.