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Fandom: Yugioh
Characters: Yami Bakura/Malik Ishtar
Prompt: # 89: Work
Word Count: 1,770
Rating: M for safety.
Warning(s): Au. Yaoi. Character death. No spoilers here. Adult themes.
Summary: "I do not exist, if you try to reveal me or my work I have done for you, you will have instantly forfeited your life." Bakura removed his foot and stepped back.
Chapters: 18/100
Chapter 18: Work.
Bakura studied every detail, every bit of information the weeks before. He knew the ins and outs of the Black Crown company and the penthouse floor at the very top where one Ryuji Otogi lived and stored all important information.
Bakura swiftly ran through the darkness towards the targeted building.
He entered the building through a truck loading and shipment dock. Picking the locks and opening the roller door, he slipped inside. Daggers in hand, he moved further into the building, heading straight for the Security room.
He tossed a smoke-grenade into the room before entering and killing the two disoriented guards with throwing knives. Bakura took a seat at the monitors and counted the Security guards that were on each floor and looked for ones he could avoid to get to the top.
Shutting down everything in the room, so as not to be recorded, Bakura made his way to the top as swiftly as possible. He stopped down one hallway and gently moved the door open enough to see three guards standing about an open door kitchenette drinking coffee and laughing. Bakura ducked by and took the stairs the rest of the way up.
He soon came to the penthouse floor; hypersensitive to any sound or movement. He picked up on three voices: two female and one male - Ryuji Otogi. It looked as though they were all in the bedroom. Further down the hallway he saw the office. He glanced at his watch. He had fifteen minutes to get what needed to be done and get out.
Using his foot he gently pried open the door and looked in. They were on the bed removing clothing from each other. Bakura stepped back letting the door close for a second, before rushing into the room. He stuck the two women's backs with throwing knives. They collapsed. In a few short bounds, Bakura leapt up onto the bed, slitting each of their throats, while his main target tumbled off the bed and sprung up with a gun in hand.
"Asshole!" Otogi spat and began to fire.
Bakura dropped and rolled off the bed, just able to keep out of the way of the bullets.
"They were expensive!" Otogi screamed, hastily reloading his hand gun. He glanced up just in time to see his killer come down at him. Any other man would certainly have been paralysed with fear, but Otogi wouldn't go down without a fight. Blow for blow Otogi defending himself well, even landing some rib breaking hits on the assassin's hardened body. Seeing the determination to live in his eyes, Bakura felt the slightest shadow of guilt.
Otogi suddenly pulled out a knife and attempted to slash open Bakura's side.
Bakura blocked it and elbowed Otogi in the chest. As the man went down, he snapped his head sharply to the right.
The only light in the office came from the flat screen TV. Dark brown eyes half lidded watched the screen flicker showing pictures of the large building and what looked to be Domino's entire police force standing around it keeping people and traffic at bay.
'Maximillion Pegasus, Chairman of Industrial Illusions was found dead in his office late last night. The cause of death will later be released, but what little information that was give was that Mr. Pegasus had been dead for over twenty four hours...'
"That was rather well done," came the smooth level voice.
"I always take pride in my work," said Bakura, turning off the TV and dropping the remote into a couch. "You above all Mr. CEO should know that you get exactly what you pay for."
"Oh yes and I pay you every well. However." The tall young brunet sat down on the couch picking up the remote. "With all these kills of major company CEO's and chairman and owners, I'm beginning to look suspicious. I spent a good half of my morning getting interrogated by detectives. It's not good for my public image."
"That's what lawyers are for." Bakura growled. He always followed his missions to the letter, never strayed from his task, never left any witnesses and was never caught. He was a master of his art and he loved his work. But it was a pain to have his employers start bitching about the obvious consequences of his services.
"Indeed." Seto Kaiba grinned. "Did you know that my father built this company from the ground up?"
Bakura was quickly losing interest. No money in the world would be enough for him to listen to an employer's problems. He made problems disappear. His fingers twitched towards a hidden dagger in his belt.
"It's not doing as well as everyone thinks it is, not with new companies popping up all over the place with new and better inventions to gaming and technology."
"A company is only as good as the man behind it," Bakura said lowly through abnormally sharp teeth.
"Aren't you all full of wise wisdom?" Kaiba snapped bitterly.
It never ceased to amaze Bakura how bold people were when they were paying an assassin. He wondered if Kaiba realized that for the right price, Bakura would be making him disappear. "I'm only here to do your bidding."
"Yes you are." Kaiba said snobbishly. "I'm paying a ridicules amount for you. Which brings me to the next dilemma. I believe that there was someone else you had to force into retirement."
"Ryuji Otogi owner of the Black Crown was assassinated exactly twenty three hundred hours. Sixteen hours, forty three minutes and fourteen seconds after Maximillion Pegasus's death." Bakura withdrew a small bag from his pocket. "All software for this season's new line of toys and games are now yours." He tossed it onto the glass coffee table. "Congratulations on becoming the number one top selling company for children's games and toy this Christmas."
Kaiba glanced up and chuckled. "Thank you so very much." He dug into his pocket and pulled out an envelope from his suit jacket and tossed it onto the glass coffee table beside the small bag.
Bakura swiftly picked it up and frowned at the weight. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What's this?" There was more money in that envelope then the agreed price for the assassination of two people.
Kaiba rose from his seat and approached the assassin, running his hand up his chest and over his shoulder as he came to stand behind Bakura and nibbled on his ear. "I'm pleased with your work and I haven't been this happy in years." That cold hand ran down from Bakura's chest to under his shirt and still it headed south to the hem of his pants.
Bakura growled and, with the reflexes only someone in his line of work would have, turned about the young CEO's limbs and body, slamming him to the ground with his dagger at his throat. "I'm not some whore you can buy." Clearly he had been over-indulgent with this employer.
"I'm flattered you think that, but that's not what I'm interested in. Right now anyway." Kaiba said coolly. "I want you to work for me. I'll buy you a penthouse in the city, cars, money, drugs, women, boys; whatever you want. I could do with a body guard with your skills. However, you'll be at my beck-and-call and from time to time I'd require a very, very personal touch." Kaiba ran his hand up the assassins arm to his shoulder.
"I'm not for sale." Bakura added pressure to the blade that was still at Kaiba's throat, a little unnerved by the lack of fear in the CEO's eyes. "And take your hand off me or I'll remove it."
Kaiba bared his teeth and let his hand fall away.
"Better." Bakura rose to his feet, opened the envelope and took out the extra money and dropped it.
"You'll regret this," Kaiba snarled up. "No one says 'no' to me."
Bakura moved placing his foot down onto Kaiba's chest. "I do not take kindly to threats Mr. CEO. If you insist on posing a problem for me, I will end your life now and make my problems disappear for a change."
"Get off me!" Kaiba pushed at the foot that was now restricting his breathing. It was satisfying to finally see some fear blanch the asshole's face.
"You know the terms of our contract... if you are somehow linked to the murders you are on your own. The Organization doesn't exist. I do not exist, if you try to reveal me or my work I have done for you, you will have instantly forfeited your life." Bakura removed his foot and stepped back.
"Bastard!" Kaiba pushed himself up the moment he could.
But the assassin was gone.
Malik sat on the couch in the living room, with the TV on mute and an open book in his lap. He had remained on the same page since he had opened it over two hours ago.
He couldn't help but worry; he hadn't seen his boyfriend for over a week now. Malik sighed, finally closing the book. He was used to Bakura going away for his job, but usually it was for a few days not a whole week without a word or a phone call. When he did finally show up, he would be covered in bruises, cuts, burns and other marks. Then there was that one time, he came home with a broken arm, five fractured ribs and a wound that strongly resembled that left by a bullet.
Malik's insides twisted up as he wondered what kind of work regularly sent someone home in pieces. But asking only roused anger from his lover.
"You shouldn't frown." Malik jumped with a frightened yelp and whipped about to see Bakura staring down at him with a soft smile that screamed out, 'I'm finally home.'
"Damn you Bakura! You bastard, I was worried about you." All worry forgotten; Malik was up on his feet on the couch in an instant. He leapt into Bakura's waiting arms and instantly pulled his pale lover into a passionate kiss.
"Tender... everywhere." Bakura hissed in pain breaking the kiss.
"Oh..." Malik again frowned, questions he couldn't utter lodged in his throat. He pushed his unease away and smiled, determined to be glad that his lover was back in one piece more or less. "Well I know of a sure way to make you feel better. How about a nice long hot bath with me," He took Bakura's hand and led him towards the bathroom.
Bakura grinned. "You have no idea how amazing that sounds… work was murder."
Just a short read R&R (love and cookies)