AlexJai: Wow, the first chapter got more reviews than expected! I'm glad you liked the first chapter . . . the other chapters should be much longer though, as you can see this one is.
ALSO, I'm sorry that I confused some of you in the first chapter. The men that took Kaiba were there for Yami to take Kaiba to . . . well you'll find out in this chappie. Any more questions about something that may have confused you? Put them in a REVIEW! Or you can just review because you like this chapter!
Disclaimer: I so do not own Yugioh
INTERNATIONAL ESPIONAGE: DOMINO DISTRICT
Mission Two: Give a 'Tour'
Yami was speaking to Solomon, Director of the International Espionage Domino District.
"Where is he now?" the aged Director asked, sitting behind his cherry oak desk.
"In the recovery room," Yami informed, resting his elbows on the arms of the plush chair in front of the Director's desk.
"I see . . ." Solomon grinned.
Yami narrowed his eyes disapprovingly, but a small smile tugging at his lips. "I didn't do anything to him. He was injected with a tranquilizer."
"So he could be awake soon," the old man commented, glancing at the ticking grandfather clock.
As soon as he said that, a woman's voice on the speaker intercom sounded. "IE Agent Yami, please report to the White Room."
"Gotta go," Yami said, standing up.
Before he left the office, Solomon lightly ordered, "Be nice."
"I'll try."
IEIEIEIEIEIEIEIEIE
Kaiba slowly opened his eyes, but winced at an invading bright light. It took him several moments to become accustomed to the blinding brightness.
"Oh, you're awake." Kaiba saw an angelic face appear above him. Fascinated, round eyes the color of chocolate seemed to exude warmth. White, soft hair gracefully fell into the woman's face. She disappointedly disappeared from his view. Kaiba heard her say, "Tell Yami he's up."
Yami? Where had he heard that name before . . .
Realization dawned on Kaiba as the memories flooded back into him. He abruptly sat up in alarm.
"Where am I?" Kaiba examined his surroundings. Everything was completely white, even the cords to the monitor machines around him were white. The white only made it harder for him to discern how big the room was.
"Lay back down. You'll get dizzy," the woman said with a worried expression.
Kaiba discarded her advice and repeated. "Where am I?"
"The White Room," announced an oddly familiar voice. "Or as you would refer to it, a hospital room."
Kaiba whipped his head around, ignoring the slight dizziness. What surprised Kaiba was when he looked over at who was speaking, he saw a slender man with exotic hair colored blonde, black, and red. The man was approaching him with an amused gleam in his eyes . . . his red eyes!
"You . . ." Kaiba hissed.
"Me?" Yami halted, pretending to be taken aback.
Kaiba narrowed his eyes in irritation. "You brought me here!" Kaiba growled, and jumped off the hospital bed. He savagely lunged for Yami, who was too quick.
Kaiba felt ahard boot collide with his back, making him fall to the ground.
"Didn't Ryou tell you to lay down?" Yami asked, not amused anymore.
Kaiba just glared at Yami and slowly stood up. "Ryou?"
Yami nodded his head towards the white-haired girl. "Yes, him," Yami emphasized, becoming mirthful again as he knew what Kaiba had assumed.
Kaiba was definitely baffled, his sudden rage from earlier evaporating. "Him?"
Ryou genially smiled at him.
Kaiba certainly couldn't judge these people by their looks. That was twice now . . . but, "Your hair," Kaiba said, looking at Yami's current wild hair.
"The beauty of wigs," Yami smirked.
"Oh . . ." Kaiba thought for a second. "So where'd you buy that wig?"
Yami looked appalled. "This is my real hair!"
Kaiba almost snickered, but didn't as he saw the heated glare he was receiving.
"Why am I here?" Kaiba queried, still not knowing ninety-nine percent of the facts.
"I'll explain later," Yami brushed him off turning to Ryou. "Since it looks like Kaiba has recovered, we'll be going. I'm supposed to show him around."
"Okay! Have fun!" Ryou waved.
"Come on, let's go," Yami patted his leg as if Kaiba were some animal.
"You really get on my nerves," Kaiba muttered quietly.
"You're not the first person to say that," Yami smirked, hearing Kaiba.
IEIEIEIEIEIEIEIE
There was a big contrast from the White Room to the hallway. The walls were made of some dark metal that reflected like a mirror. Bright lights, not as bright as the white room, illuminated every corner. The floor was a slate marble that echoed their every step. Kaiba guessed all of this must have been useful in case someone was sneaking up on you.
The security of the building was expectantly high as Yami approached an elevator. He swiped a card he pulled from his pocket and placed his hand onto a screen.
"Identity confirmed. Welcome Yami Mutou I.E. Agent Number 697."
"Mutou?" Kaiba inquired as the two entered the elevator with the same metal as the walls in the hallway.
"Do you have a problem with my last name?" Yami asked with a premonitory tone.
"It's just . . . normal. But I guess if you consider James Bond, Ethan Hunt, Harry Potter . . . they're all plain, normal names."
"Yami Mutou is not a plain, normal name," Yami seethed.
"Oh, of course not," Kaiba agreed, mockingly.
"I wouldn't say such things, Seto Kaiba," Yami derided, a little vehemently.
The elevator doors dinged open and Kaiba followed Yami as they walked down a single corridor sans other ones leading off it.
When they reached the end of the long hallway, Yami swiped his card and this time had to enter a password.
"Identity confirmed. Welcome Yami Mutou I.E. Agent Number 697."
"Does it have to say that every time?" Kaiba asked.
"The Director says it makes the agents feel more important," Yami answered, walking into the newly opened room.
Kaiba marveled at the massive room they entered. A high ceiling gave room for towering video screens that were currently flashing what must have been the place's insignia. That's when Kaiba realized that he didn't exactly know what this place was yet.
"Yami," Kaiba spoke. "You never told me what you were giving a tour of."
"Such rude manners, Yami!" a cheerful voice chided.
Kaiba looked over and saw who was definitely a man approach. He had shaggy blonde hair that fell into his face unkempt. Friendly, honey eyes rounded out the youthful face. But Kaiba still regarded him for all knew, this man could have been a girl . . .
"Hey, Jou!" Yami gave a genuine smile to the blonde.
"Hey, who's the newbie?" Jou asked referring to Kaiba.
"This is Kaiba. He's not an agent," Yami informed.
"Oh . . ." Jou grinned and walked over to shake Kaiba's hand.
Kaiba looked apprehensively at Jou's outstretched hand, but eventually shook it.
As the jovial Jou returned to a set of computers, Kaiba whispered to Yami. "Is that a girl or a guy?"
Yami laughed at this question. "Don't tell me you're serious."
Kaiba scowled. "Well look what happened the last couple times."
"He's a guy," Yami said, walking over to where Jou was sitting down and studying something.
Kaiba followed and peered over Jou's shoulder as he scrolled through different codes.
"Anything new?" Yami asked Jou, running his eyes over the numbers appearing on the screen.
"Nope." Jou answered. Yami leaned in closer to the screen, not wanting to miss anything.
The two stayed like that for several minutes, examining the chronicle of numbers.
Kaiba decided to pry out the information he wanted earlier. "So, you're giving me a tour of what again?"
Yami bit his lip in concentration; then when Kaiba's words registered, he began to speak. "I am giving you a 'tour' of International Espionage's Domino Building."
"Am I supposed to know what that is?" Kaiba asked, becoming annoyed that Yami wouldn't just directly tell him everything.
"It's an underground facility that houses the headquarters of agents, scientists . . ."
"Don't forget hackers," Jou piped in.
"Employees, in the Domino District of the Espionage. Barely anyone knows of us, and we'd like to keep it that way."
"And this Espionage is?"
"An organization that deals with the dark side of the corporate world."
"Corporate world? Meaning high officials, ambassadors, and owners of big companies . . . those kinds of people?
"Yep."
"Okay . . . but what do you mean, you deal with the dark side?" Kaiba involuntarily thought of Star Wars.
"As you must know, politics aren't exactly nice and friendly. These people in the corporate world are either at the receiving end or the delivering end of assassinations all the time. The Espionage's job is to prevent these assassinations, or other illegal ordeals these influential people try to do."
"So you guys are basically . . . spies?"
"I hate that word . . ." Yami frowned.
"Why?"
"Because spies only spy; they don't do."
"Oh, so you're like ninjas of justice," Kaiba teased.
Yami shot him a disapproving glance.
"There doesn't seem to be anything here," Jou announced.
"Well, you know what to do," Yami reminded, standing upright.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll notify you as soon as I find something."
"Alright then. Kaiba and I are going to continue our little 'tour'."
Kaiba satisfied somewhat that he had got a few answers, didn't look for anything to ridicule Yami about as they finished the tour. Yami had just shown him the cafeteria that had glass tables and modern red chairs. Then he showed Kaiba the 'Coffee Lounge' where there were vending machines with hot and cold coffee, machines for making your own coffee, a few tables you could drink your coffee on, and comfortable couches where you could lounge and chat with fellow employees.
Kaiba took note of the rooms 'You were never supposed to enter'. Every top-secret facility must have had tons of those.
Only a few times did Kaiba glance over at Yami remembering how he thought he was attractive - but only when he was dressed as a woman.
"Now one last stop." Yami told him as they stepped into the elevators once more. "I hope you were paying attention to the floor numbers."
Kaiba nodded as he reviewed them in his head. 'The first floor was where all the transportation including jets were located. The second floor had the hospital and who knew what else. The third floor was the cafeteria, the Coffee Lounge, and the bathrooms all the employees shared. The fourth floor just had different offices, including the Director's, whom he hadn't met yet. The fifth floor consisted of the dormitories to the employees. Yami had told Kaiba that the deeper, or higher the number, of the floor, the safer. The seventh and eighth floors were completely forbidden, even to Yami. Now they were going to the sixth floor it seemed.'
The elevators opened and they walked into the similar hallways. Kaiba could barely tell the difference between each floor's entrance.
"Now these are where the visitors stay," Yami said. "Your room number is 615."
"What's yours," Kaiba asked curiously.
Yami raised a suspicious eyebrow but then complied. "521." But then Yami added for caution. "And that doesn't mean you can come visit me if you can't sleep, are bored, don't know where something is, have to tell me something, or simply because you want to."
A small smirk rose on Kaiba's face at how distant the other seemed. Was he that bothered by him? Kaiba just continued to smirk, amused.
"What's that smirk for?" Yami asked, frowning at him. They stopped.
"Nothing," Kaiba replied, looking at the door they stopped in front of.
"Well, I need your reluctant participation at this part," Yami said, pulling out a blank white card. "This will be your identification card. You always swipe this over the red light before you do anything else."
Kaiba nodded his head to show he was listening.
"Now when I tell you to, say 'Enter'."
Kaiba stood there and watched Yami swipe the card, then press a few buttons on a little keypad that slid out. Then Yami entered the card into a small slot.
"Okay . . . now."
"Enter." Kaiba said clearly.
A few seconds passed before a voice responded. "Room number 615 activated. Welcome Seto Kaiba Visitor Number 834."
"Hm," Kaiba mused. "It does make you feel more important."
The card that was blank before now had his name, visitor number, and a barcode. Yami handed it to him. "Do not lose this."
Kaiba took it and securely put it in his wallet. They stepped into the room that would now be his. It was bigger than he expected. There was a living area with two leather chairs, a small table with three chairs, a small kitchenette with a mini bar, and a queen-sized bed.
"Pretty impressive," Kaiba admired, still speculating the room.
"I guess," Yami said. "It's smaller than the agents' rooms."
"Maybe I should see it."
Yami sent him a reproachful glare and went over to the mini bar. "Damn. It's empty."
Tempted by the rather comfy looking chairs, Kaiba went over to one and plopped down in it.
"Mmm . . ." Kaiba moaned in satisfaction, closing his eyes as if to sleep.
Yami went over to sit in one of the chairs at the table. A few moments of silence passed between them before Yami broke it. "You can ask me whatever you want now."
Kaiba decided to start off with the easy questions. "What about my apartment?"
"It's still there, but we had to empty it of any evidence that you lived there."
"Why?"
"You're not exactly a hard person to track down. The Consul would have come looking for you there."
Kaiba ignored most of Yami's response, deciding to ask the newly formulated questions later.
"So my clothes are . . ."
"We bought you new clothes after extensive research on your fashion taste."
Kaiba's eyes opened and he gave Yami a disbelieving look. "Extensive research?"
"You prefer boxer briefs," Yami smirked.
A small hint of pink rouged on Kaiba's cheeks.
"I'm just kidding," Yami said, satisfied with the reaction. "We just transferred your clothes over here."
"But you still went through my clothes."
"Don't be embarrassed. The only bad thing about your fashion taste is it's . . . boring."
Kaiba wanted to breeze over whatever else Yami had to say about his preference in clothes –even though Yami's wasn't exactly acceptable, so he promptly asked, "And my job?"
"We told them you had to go aid your deathly-ill cousin."
The only other family Kaiba knew of was his younger brother. But his younger brother lived in Tokyo.
"And what was my deathly-ill cousin's name?"
"Bob . . . we said he was American."
"They believed you?"
"You're here aren't you."
This remark triggered the burning question Kaiba really wanted to ask. "Why did you kidnap me?"
"I didn't kidnap you," Yami immediately denied.
"Just answer the question."
"Because Kaiba . . . you're a target for an assassination."
"An assassination?" Kaiba's eyes widened at this.
"Well, not exactly. You see there's a group of very powerful men in business who will do anything to profit. We call them 'The Consul'."
"The Consul?" Kaiba asked, wondering earlier why they had wanted to track him down.
"Yes, this very small, select assembly of men always keep a surveillance on what improvements in technology can be made. When they found out the upgrading you were working on for holograms, they found it very benefiting. We're not too sure, but we think they are planning to actually kidnap you. They would supply you with whatever tools and equipment you needed to improve holograms. But," Yami paused, and gave Kaiba an unusual grim look. "Once you had finished . . . they would kill you."
"Why would they kill me?"
"Didn't I already say why?" Yami asked, a little irritated he'd have to repeat himself.
"Not exactly."
"Because they're power hungry, greedy men who realize they could make billions of dollars off your invention! They want you gone so they can take the credit!"
Kaiba tried to take all the information in, but the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to laugh at the absurdity. He thought if he did laugh though, Yami would lash out at him, which really didn't explain what he said next. "But still . . . you tricked me!"
"You chose to come here," Yami replied, scowling.
"Well I didn't have much of a choice, did I?" Kaiba asked, incredulous that Yami could even pretend that he was innocent.
"It was for your own safety," Yami said as if he hadn't held a gun up to Kaiba's forehead.
"Safety from what? Either you shoot me or 'The Consul' shoots me," Kaiba exclaimed, anger flaring up in him again.
"I wasn't going to shoot you," Yami declared, narrowing his eyebrows.
"Then why'd you say you were!" Kaiba raised his voice.
"For your own safety!" Yami shouted back.
Kaiba sighed in exasperation. This was going in a circle.
"Would you have gone with me if I said Option B was walk away and forget all about this?" Yami asked, calming down.
Kaiba wanted to retort with a 'Maybe', but didn't feel like arguing anymore so he stayed silent.
"Exactly," Yami confirmed his own beliefs. "But you're here now and you can't do anything about it."
Kaiba asked another question that formed in his mind. "How do I know you guys won't do the same as they would?"
"You don't," Yami shrugged, climbing onto Kaiba's bed, propping the pillows up and leaning comfortably onto them. "You just have to trust us."
Trust? Trust? How could he trust someone who pretty much ensnared him and then tranquilized him, and was now imprisoning him in some top-secret hideout? How did he really know this place was what Yami really said and if 'The Consul' really existed? Plus, Kaiba was rather bitter and humiliated at the idea of finding another man attractive, even if he was dressed up as a woman.
"You have to earn my trust," Kaiba informed warily.
Yami's eyes were currently closed as he snuggled further into the pillows. Kaiba shook his head at the lounging so called 'IE secret agent'.
A confident smile played on Yami's face as he looked at Kaiba. "Don't worry. I will."
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
Sorry if this chapter was kind of boring . . . the next one will actually have some action! Yesh!
I just love the idea of Yami kicking ass . . . and I do personally think he could kick Kaiba's. (Thinks of dirty images.. ahem).
Anywho . . . any questions . . . or just want to let me know what you think about it so far . . . THEN REVIEW!