Wreckshipping (Yami no Marik x Kaiba x Yami no Yugi)
Seto Kaiba swore softly under his breath. Duel Disk sales were at an all time low. When had this happened?
"Kaiba-nii, want me to get this stuff filed?" Mokuba asked.
Kaiba didn't even look up from his computer screens.
"Sure, Mokuba. Go ahead," sounding a bit more terse than he had intended.
He knew that Mokuba hesitated just a few minutes longer than necessary before he could hear the scuffle of his brother's sneakers across the floor. The doors whispered shut, and Seto leaned back in his chair, finally alone.
He knew he was being stupid. He shouldn't take out his frustrations on Mokuba – God knew his brother had already suffered enough of that. But the company was barely staying afloat. Even his new Duel Disk system had fallen flat of its intended projection. He was going to have to come up with something else – what other games did he have to work with? Video games seemed to have a slight increase as of late...maybe he should up the development deadline for the new video game.
His intercom buzzed, and, dreading what he would hear, he hit the button.
"Seto Kaiba," he said.
"Kaiba-san, someone is here to see you," the front desk secretary said. "He says his name is Yugi Mutou. Should I send him away?"
Kaiba felt somewhat irritated – why did Yugi think he could just pop in while he was working? But more so, he felt a twitch of anticipation. Maybe he'd at least see what he wanted.
"No, send him up," he said, and clicked off the intercom.
He halfheartedly glanced at a few more sheets from his massive pile of paperwork, but he didn't even care right now. Why would Yugi be here, anyway? How long had it been since Battle City? A month? Three? He hadn't seen Yugi since then. He couldn't help but feel a little excited. Whenever Yugi did something like this, usually something big happened. He needed something big right now.
The doors slid open, and Kaiba noted that it was the "back" Yugi, his real rival.
"What do you want?" he said, pretending not to be interested.
"Stop that, Kaiba. I can tell I've gotten you excited."
Kaiba dropped his mask and met Yugi's eyes. They were a burning, fiery red, full of that undying fire that was so difficult to beat.
"So...what do you want?" Kaiba repeated, but more emphatically.
Yugi strode over to the desk.
"I'm surprised you hadn't seen it yet. Haven't you checked your e-mails?"
"Of course I have," Kaiba said dryly. "It's just that I get about five hundred more a day than you do."
Yugi ignored the jibe, simply staring him down. Sighing, Kaiba clicked to his e-mail.
"Nothing looks any different from this morning," he said, scrolling down.
"There will be one from an unknown address."
"Why, did you send me a love letter? Could've just told me to my face instead of going this round about way."
Yugi's lips tightened into a thin line. So, this was serious then. There it was: an unknown address, and no subject. Kaiba clicked on it.
It was blank.
"What is this, Yugi?" Kaiba said. "You're cutting into precious time with this."
"Wait for it," Yugi said.
Suddenly, the screen went black. Kaiba's temper flared – so there was a virus on it, huh? Why was Yugi in on this?
But then a huge, glowing yellow eye, similar to Yugi's puzzle, flared onto the screen. Words formed in the same glowing font, in some kind of Egyptian writing. Except Kaiba could read it, as clearly as Japanese kanji.
"What the hell," he whispered.
"I told you," Yugi said, eyes narrow.
KaibaCorp roof. Three o'clock. It's time for a reunion.
The screen went blank again, then Kaiba's e-mail reappeared, as normal as ever – but missing the strange unknown address.
"I suspected you had gotten one as well," Yugi said dryly. "The 'reunion' was the tip off. Jonouchi received one as well. However, he's in Akihibara with his sister, so he can't get here."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Kaiba said. "What reunion? And Yugi – it's already three thirty, anyway!"
Yugi met his eyes, and the spark in them was enough to get Kaiba's blood boiling in anticipation.
"Battle City, of course. Three of the four semi-finalists received an e-mail, didn't they?"
Yugi. Jonouchi. And himself. Battle City semi-finalists. Damn, why hadn't he seen that before?
"Then the fourth one –" Kaiba started.
"Right here," said a harsh, grating voice.
Kaiba stood with a snap.
There in the corner – he knew that figure, with the glowing eye in his forehead, the black cloak and the ridiculous hair that was even bigger than Yugi's.
"You were late," Marik said dryly. "I decided to come to you. And where's little Jonouchi, hm?"
"Couldn't make it," Yugi said. "What are you doing still alive, Yami no Marik?"
"How on earth did you get through security?" Kaiba snapped.
"Details, details. Let's just get to the game, shall we?"
Yugi and Kaiba exchanged glances. With a sigh, Kaiba reached under his desk and pulled out his Duel Disk – the same one he had used during Battle City, in fact. He probably should have upgraded to the new version, but this was probably not the time to worry about it.
"Whatever," he said. "If it will make you leave."
Yami no Marik grinned, almost maniacally, and Kaiba couldn't deny the thrill that shot through him. Well, at the very least, he could use the footage from the security cameras to promote the Duel Disk. And it certainly beat signing paperwork.
A/N: Augh, they all end up the same! :( But really, that's the only way I can see all these people getting together: they're all insanely addicted to the thrill of games and stakes. That's the big thing they have in common. And I could do other things where Yami no Marik is involved, but I don't think I really want to go in that direction... Besides, who even comes up with these pairings anyway? I couldn't find a single actual Wreckshipping fic for inspiration. So why does it exist if no one supports it? Anyway, next is Wrapshipping (Jonouchi x Thief King Bakura). *shudders*
