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INTERNATIONAL ESPIONAGE: DOMINO DISTRICT

Mission Three: Visit an Old Friend

Kaiba was sleeping when he heard a pestering thunderous knock on his door. He refused to respond, trying to fall back into his pleasant slumber.

"I'm coming in!" shouted that oh-so intrusive voice.

Kaiba heard a beep and then, "Identity confirmed. Welcome Yami Mutou I.E. Agent Number 697."

Kaiba audibly groaned as the door opened and the lights were switched on.

"Come on, pack your bags."

Kaiba squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the light. "I don't want to," Kaiba said, his voice husky from sleep.

A disgruntled sigh was heard. "Fine."

Kaiba smiled, elated. Now Yami would leave and he could go back to sleep.

But that wasn't what happened. A shuffling was heard, then hangers clinking together. A drawer was opened, then shut rather loudly.

"What are you doing?" Kaiba asked, pulling the blanket over his shoulders.

"Since you don't want to pack, I'm packing for you."

Kaiba's eyes snapped open at this. He reflexively squinted them back from the invading light, but he could definitely make out an open duffel bag with clothes already in it. He saw Yami appear from his closet, carrying a couple pairs of jeans. Yami stuffed them into the bag, disheveled.

"What are you doing?" Kaiba sat up, alert now. He quickly got out of his bed and walked over to the duffel bag. Inside were random shirts, pants, and underwear that weren't even folded.

"I already told you," Yami said, now carrying a few pairs of socks. "I'm packing your bag for you."

"I didn't say you could do that," Kaiba claimed, taking out a few shirts and hanging them back up in his closet.

"But you said you weren't going to do it," Yami reminded, a mischievous blaze in his eyes.

"But now I am," Kaiba declared, taking out more clothes from the duffel bag and putting them back.

"No, let me help you," Yami offered, reaching into the duffel bag.

"No!" Kaiba batted Yami's hands away. "I said I'll do it."

Yami studied Kaiba's eyes, which held assertiveness.

"Fine then. I was just trying to help," Yami informed, settling into one of the cozy chairs.

Yami watched triumphantly as Kaiba repacked his bag.

"So, why am I packing a bag?" Kaiba questioned, placing neatly folded shirts inside the duffel.

"A friend requested I go visit him, because he has something important to show me. He lives in San Francisco though. And since I, dreadfully, have to chaperon you, wherever I go, you go."

Kaiba ignored the 'chaperon' part, and asked, "Who's this friend?"

"Oh, just an ex-agent. Now he's trying to develop some game."

"Hm, what's his name?"

"Otogi Ryuuji."

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They were flying to San Francisco in a private jet. The jet seemed to be as extravagant and complicated as the Domino headquarters. Just to use the bathroom Kaiba had to use his identification card and press his hand up to a screen.

The seats in the jet were made of beige leather and there were only 5 rows of them. There was an area near the back of the jet though that had a round table with rotating chairs. Along the back wall of the jet was a bar and kitchenette. Two plasma screens hung down from the ceiling – one in the back and one in the front of the cabin. This was definitely high-class.

Kaiba sat in a seat across from Yami, who pulled out his laptop. Several minutes passed as Kaiba stared out the window, watching the passing scenery, which eventually began to get smaller and smaller as the jet took off.

More minutes of boredom passed and Kaiba glanced over to see what Yami was doing. He saw the other man studying the laptop screen intently. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration and his bottom lip was slightly sticking out.

"I don't get it," Yami muttered to himself with a puzzled look.

"Don't get what?" Kaiba asked curiously, moving from his seat to the one beside Yami. He leaned over and peered at the screen.

"See this man?" There was a picture of a young guy with long pink hair, wearing a mauve suit. "His name is Siegfried Lloyd. He's a rising corporate owner, not exactly near the top. But here he is in Paris with Dartz, the man on top of all businesses in Japan."

Kaiba stared at the older man with longer, sea green hair. He wore a crisp violet suit.

"Is that so strange?" Kaiba wondered what was wrong with two CEOs conversing.

"Well, here's the strange part," Yami clicked on a few buttons and a video screen appeared as footage began to play.

A few seconds passed of an empty sidewalk that ran along an aged brick building. Finally a man with a red pinstripe suit and white hair that fell below his shoulders came striding into the screen. The man stopped for a few moments before the brick wall suddenly slid open like a doorway.

"That's Pegasus J. Crawford," Yami notified as the man took a few cautious glances around before stepping through the newly formed door. The door then slid back into brick. "He's known for his successful toy company. It's one of the top in the world in selling products to children."

Several more minutes passed when a much younger boy appeared on the video. He had tan skin with platinum blonde hair. His attire was less formal with black pants and a belly baring lavender shirt. This boy had to still be in his teens!

"This is Malik Ishtar," Yami said and the video showed the brick wall closing behind Malik. "He inherited the famous Jewelry Company, Rare Hunters."

"How old is he?" Kaiba questioned.

"Sixteen."

Kaiba sighed in irritation. This kid was seven years younger than him and was already much more successful.

Now they watched as Dartz came onto the screen. He was about to step through the doorway that opened, but paused. His head turned to watch Siegfried run up to him. The two talked for a few moments before Dartz stepped through with Siegfried close behind.

Now a normal brick building was all that was left.

"Every single one of those men besides Siegfried are a part of The Consul," Yami informed me as he exited out of the video. "What's confusing is why Siegfried was there, and what exactly 'there' is. What were all of them doing in Paris together?"

Yami rested his head against his chair and Kaiba just realized how much he was leaning over to Yami. Yami's eyes were closed as he was in thought, and for some reason Kaiba couldn't stop his eyes from drifting over the agent's slender form.

Yami was wearing those remarkably tight vinyl pants. Did he have a whole closet full of them? Kaiba's mind didn't complain though as his eyes graced over the lean legs that languidly stretched out.

Kaiba quickly swept his gaze upward to avoid the area that he knew would cause him to turn away in embarrassment. Now he took in the just as tight navy blue tank top that clung to Yami nicely.

Further up, Yami's creamed neck lay exposed. Kaiba had a quick urge to lightly run his fingers over the smooth skin, but he shook it away as his gaze slowly continued its navigation.

Yami's face was truly effeminate. Anyone could easily mistake Yami for a woman. His long lashes, unblemished complexion, thin elegant eyebrows, and rouged lips that looked tantalizingly soft. Kaiba's eyes lingered over those lips as he thought back to the night that he had desired this mysterious enigma.

Suddenly Yami groaned and he reached up to his rub his temples. "Nothing's coming to mind."

Kaiba was instantly shaken from his thoughts and he sat up straight, not leaning towards Yami anymore. He quickly pushed every single thought on Yami he just had and returned to his normal state.

"When was this again?" Kaiba asked, trying to focus back onto the task at hand.

"July 27."

Kaiba pondered for a second. July 27in Paris . . .

"Wait, you said that The Consul wants my invention on holograms, right?" Kaiba asked, something clicking inside his head. "Well I heard from one of the guys at work that there was some seminar on virtual simulation, but only a select few were invited. It was on July 27, but he didn't specify where."

"Virtual simulation? Virtual simulation can directly involve holograms. So they must have gone to this 'seminar' to have more of an idea on how they can use your hologram invention," Yami added as an afterthought, "Well, if your hologram invention was completed."

Kaiba ignored that last part. "Do you think they're going to use the holograms to create some new metropolis city?"

Yami shrugged his shoulders and went back to his laptop. He needed to find some way to get closer to at least one of the members. He typed a few things as he searched up something.

"This is the original guest list for the Queen's Ball which is coming up in about a week. All of the members of The Consul were invited. Siegfried wasn't invited at all, but a few days ago his name was suddenly added to the list. His name was added after this little 'seminar' occurred."

"Are you implying that he's the new member of 'The Consul'?"

"Well I can't be sure yet, but it's a definite possibility. Whether he is or isn't, he's close to The Consul. So if I could get near to him and possibly make him slip out some valuable information . . ." Yami drifted off pulling up different screens to begin searching for ideas on how he was going to get into the Queen's Ball and closer to Siegfried.

Seeing Yami's attentive look back on his face, Kaiba stood up and sat down in his actual seat. He went back to gazing out the window.

"Thank you." Kaiba looked over at Yami who was giving him a small smile. It was the first genuine smile Kaiba had seen from him.

Kaiba shrugged. "Since you have to 'dreadfully chaperon' me, I might as well be useful."

"Hmm, might as well."

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On a remote island off the coast of San Francisco in a huge mansion:

"Mr. Pegasus."

"What is it?"

"A private jet has been spotted. We think it's I.E."

"Track the jet then find out who's on it and follow them."

"Yes, sir!"

Pegasus took a slow sip from his glass of red wine, smiling maliciously. "I will capture you, Seto Kaiba."

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They landed at the Hayward Executive Airport. This was a public airport with only two strips. It was across the bay from San Francisco, about a two-hour drive.

Yami exited the plane first, with Kaiba closely following.

"I don't know why you had to use that wig," Kaiba commented, a very amused smile on his face.

"I don't want to stand out," Yami repeated for the seventh time in the last minute.

"But the gray only makes you look like an old man in some bondage outfit, and that to me, stands out more."

Extremely frustrated, Yami decided to change his reasoning. "I don't care how I look as long as it disguises me."

"Well you certainly look different."

Yami ignored Kaiba's words though.

"Stay close. I don't want to lose you here," Yami ordered, as they began to walk towards the airport main building.

When they walked into the building, Kaiba looked around to see that it was quite crowded for such a small airport. Groups of families and friends were huddled throughout scattered areas, chatting lively as they waited for their own planes to be ready.

They maneuvered their way through the airport, trying to avoid as much attention as possible. Kaiba shook his head though as some people undoubtedly shot Yami perplexed looks.

As Yami and Kaiba finally walked out of the airport, on cue a red '73 corvette speeded up, stopping abruptly to cause the tires to screech.

A man younger than Kaiba expected hopped out of the car and strode over to them with a big smile. Raven hair was pulled back into a ponytail with several strands wildly falling into his face. He wore black pants almost as tight as Yami's with a black shirt covered by a red vest. A confident air surrounded him.

"Hey Yami! Long time no see," this Otogi pulled Yami into a friendly hug.

"It's only been a month," Yami smiled as they pulled away from each other.

"Seemed longer." Otogi then glanced over to Kaiba, an eyebrow raising in appreciation.

"Who's this handsome man?" Otogi asked, eyeing Kaiba up and down.

Yami frowned in disapproval. "I wouldn't use handsome-"

"The name's Seto Kaiba," Kaiba introduced himself, dismissing Yami's comment. He shook Otogi's outstretched hand.

"Well, glad you could come!" Otogi exclaimed, now walking towards the red convertible.

"And why wouldn't you use handsome?" Kaiba vehemently whispered to Yami as they followed Otogi.

Yami shrugged. "No reason." He sped up his pace walking ahead of Kaiba, who was now gritting his teeth.

Damn Yami.

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After a nice drive of admiring the sparkling sea as they cruised across the infamous San Francisco Bridge, and driving along the rolling roads through quaint neighborhoods, they slowed down in front of an average house. Kaiba had also expected for them to arrive at a vast manor.

"Welcome to my humble abode," Otogi gestured his arms in a sweeping motion towards the house with plain sand paint and sienna trim.

When they entered the house, Kaiba took a quick survey of the foyer. There were mahogany stairs leading up to a second floor. To his right through a wide arch, was a very cozy living room with a fireplace. To his left, there was a modish dining room.

"It's nice," Kaiba commented.

"Thanks," Otogi smiled. "It's the best I could do for now; you know, being single and all." When he said this he sent Kaiba another appreciative look. Kaiba was oblivious to this, but Yami sure noticed.

"Ahem," Yami cleared his throat. "Well, you gonna show us?"

"Of course," Otogi said, shifting his attention to Yami. "Right this way."

Yami and Kaiba followed Otogi to a door that led to the basement.

"This is where I do all my research and experiments," Otogi informed, walking down the narrow staircase.

They reached the bottom and Otogi flipped on a switch to light up a rather bland room. There were random tables with books strewn across them.

Otogi lead them over to a table near the corner. On this table, there was a simple game board with two decks of cards beside it. The board was black with multi-colored squares winding in different directions. Each side of the board though had one single square that read: Home.

Kaiba frowned in confusion. This was what he was supposed to show them? They flew all the way out to San Francisco to look at some board game?

Otogi sat on one side of the table and Yami sat on the other. Kaiba sat on the same side as Yami.

"I haven't thought of a good name yet, but everything else is finished," Otogi explained, a proud smile on his face.

"So are we going to play?" Yami asked, looking strangely excited.

Otogi nodded his head, loving the look of interest on Yami's face.

Yami looked at the board then at the table with a look of confusion. "Where are the pieces?"

"Now that's the interesting part," Otogi's eyes lit up with an eager grin. "Here, pick a card."

Otogi grabbed the smaller deck of cards and held them face up for Yami. Yami picked a card with a man dressed in purple robes and a tall, matching purple hat. "The Dark Magician," Yami read the name of the card aloud.

"Now insert it into that slot on your side of the board."

Yami looked down and indeed saw a space where the card must go. He lightly pushed the card into the slot, before the board sucked it all the way in.

Suddenly a blue light rose from the board. On Yami's side in the square that said, 'Home', appeared the Dark Magician.

Yami looked up at Kaiba, who was now astounded.

"It's a hologram," Kaiba whispered, entranced by the tiny figure now standing there.

"Yep," Otogi clarified boastfully. To prove his point, he reached over and ran his hand through the image, which slightly flickered upon the 'contact'.

Kaiba's astonishment slightly dropped. It was just a normal hologram. It couldn't be touched like the ones he was trying to create.

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For another few hours, Otogi explained different features of his game and even told how he created them. The whole time Yami listened attentively, fascinated, while Kaiba sat there with his chin in his hand, disinterested.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay?"

"We're sure," Yami reassured for the billionth time.

Kaiba waited patiently as Yami said his 'Good-bye's' to Otogi. They were back at the airport and currently outside in the warm sun.

Yami turned around to leave Otogi when Otogi suddenly reached out and pulled Yami to him, whispering something in his ear. Kaiba watched in curiosity. The expression on Yami's face showed that Otogi was telling him some pretty shocking news.

Finally stepping back from Yami, who still looked quite shocked, Otogi gave Kaiba a wave. "Call me some time. You can get my number from Yami." He sent a playful wink to Kaiba and hopped into his car, revving it up and speeding away.

"What was that about?" Kaiba asked Yami as the shorter man approached him.

"Oh, nothing," Yami responded, dispelling any more of Kaiba's curious questions.

"Well, I have to use the bathroom," Kaiba said as they were walking through the airport.

"Can't you wait until we get on the plane?"

Kaiba paid no attention to Yami's question as he spotted the restrooms.

Yami scowled seeing Kaiba walk away from him. "Whatever." He looked around and saw a bench he could sit at.

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In the bathroom, Kaiba was washing his hands. He turned on the dryer and rubbed his hands together as the hot air blew onto them.

The door to the bathroom opened and Kaiba looked up. Three robust men walked into the bathroom, staring at Kaiba fixedly with malicious grins.

Kaiba narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

One of the men stepped forward, pounding one of his fists into the palm of his other hand. "You're coming with us, Mr. Kaiba."

Kaiba's eyes narrowed even more. He took a step away from the dryer and away from these men. "I'm not going anywhere with you."

"Don't be dumb," the same guy said, the other two beasts were just standing there with their arms crossed watching in amusement. "Either you can come willingly, or we'll force you."

"Touch me and you'll regret it," Kaiba seethed, causing a laugh to erupt among the men.

"Did you hear that boys? He thinks he can take us all on . . ."

Now all three men stalked over to Kaiba, who kept retreating, waiting . . .

A smile came onto Kaiba's face as he saw the door to the bathroom slowly open.

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Outside, Yami was waiting on the bench, observing the people walking by him. He noticed three burly men walk by him. He didn't pay much heed to them until he heard one of them say, "Pegasus wants him unharmed, but if he refuses to go, we might just have to hurt him a little bit."

Yami now watched keenly as he saw those three men enter the bathroom. Pegasus, huh. He narrowed his eyes as he stood up and walked over to the bathroom. He gently pressed his ear to the door to listen for the right time to go in.

Laughter sounded and then, "Did you hear that boys? He thinks he can take us all on."

At this, Yami cautiously opened the door making sure it wouldn't make any noise. He saw the three men surrounding Kaiba, who happened to glance over at him, a smile spreading across his face.

"What's with the smile?" One of the men asked. "You actually want to get your ass kicked?"

"He's smiling because you are the ones who are going to get your asses kicked."

The men's faces changed to befuddlement as they turned around to look at Yami. But when they saw Yami, who was much smaller, they burst into howls of laughter.

Now Yami was really enraged. Before any of the men could hold up their hands in cowardice defense, he had rushed forward and did a flying-kick so the sole of his boot hit one of the men square in his chest, knocking him backwards onto the floor.

One down, two to go.

The other two men stood there for a second looking down at their lackey who was now knocked out. When they looked back up at Yami, their faces were twisted in fury.

Yami just smirked.

Kaiba watched in amazement as the two men charged at Yami who easily dodged them both only to kick one of them in the back of the knees to knock him to the floor. The other one Yami didn't kick tried to punch him, but only resulted in swinging at air. Yami still neglected this brute and stepped next to the one on the floor who was trying to stand up. As soon as the man rose to his knees Yami raised his arm and karate-chopped him on the pressure point near the shoulder and neck.

Two down, one to go.

The single remaining meathead bared his teeth and jumped at Yami. Of course Yami just sidestepped him to send him crashing into one of the bathroom stalls.

Yami gave Kaiba a brief flash of teeth as the outraged brute rushed out of the stall to attack Yami once again. With a swift kick straight upwards, Yami's foot collided with the man's chin making his feet slip from underneath as he fell hard on his back.

A painful groan came from the man as he lay there defeated. Yami then kneeled beside him and pressed the pad of his thumb against the man's Adam's apple.

"Who sent you?" Yami asked, pushing down a little with his thumb.

Through a sour cough, it sounded like the man cursed explicit names at Yami, which was a very bad idea. Without hesitating, Yami punched the guy, but not quite knocking him out.

"Tell your boss he won't ever get Kaiba," Yami sighed, standing up and brushing himself off. "Come on, let's go," Yami commanded heading for the bathroom door. Kaiba went to follow when he felt a hand grab his leg. He looked down to see dazed eyes staring up at him. Kaiba violently shook the guy's hand off him in disgust.

"Who were those guys?" Kaiba inquired, trying to keep up with Yami who was briskly walking through the airport.

"They were sent by Pegasus. I don't know how he found out you were here, though," Yami frowned, confused.

"Will he send others?" Kaiba continued to interrogate.

Yami burst through the glass doors, making his way to the private jet. "Most likely, which is why we need to get out of here."

"Well if Pegasus knew I'm here, then he must have seen you, too."

"He wouldn't recognize me though. I'm sure The Consul has heard of me, but none of them know what I look like."

The stairs to enter the jet were lowering.

"How do you know it was Pegasus?"

"Those men were talking about him, and he also lives in San Francisco."

Kaiba followed Yami onto the plane.

"Pegasus lives in San Francisco?"

"That's what I said."

Yami sat in his seat buckling his seatbelt.

"Are they going to follow this jet?" Kaiba asked furrowing his eyebrows in concern. He sat down and fastened his own seatbelt, checking to make sure it was secure.

"No," Yami answered, then cast Kaiba an amused smirk. "Why are you worrying so much?"

"I'm not worrying," Kaiba quickly denied.

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Well you don't have to worry. I'll protect you."

"I'm not worrying."

"And there's no need to."

TO BE CONTINUED . . .

Like it? Tsk. Tsk. Kaiba you perv, checking out Yami . . . hehe.

Well, some plot stuff was introduced into this chapter . . . OO;;

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