Some new acquaintances will be made.
Warning, small lemon.
17! - An Odd Request
One year and two months after Yami's revival from his coma.
Later That Night
Leaving the bath together, Yami and Yugi smelled an amazing aroma spreading from downstairs. They could only assume Atem had already started cooking supper, making Yugi excited. He was cooking his burgers, his favorite food in the whole entire world! Yami helped him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. He then proceeded to assist him in putting on his clothes, stealing some kisses as he did so. After they both finished getting dressed in their usual house wear, Yami carried his older boyfriend out of the room and down the stairs on his back. Afterwards, they entered the kitchen together and walked by the main island in the middle of the room. Yami placed Yugi down in one of the stools while he sat next to him.
Yugi smiled as he watched Atem zip around with ingredients and cooking utensils. He's so talented, he thought. The Egyptian had taken off the clothes he wore to visit the store from earlier, and was now only wearing boxers and a T-shirt that Yami bought him a month or two ago. He saw his earrings swing back and forth as his body moved quickly but graciously around the kitchen. He never took those things off unless it was to clean them to prevent potential infections. No, he kept them on every single day, every single hour. He was so lucky he had a boyfriend who could cook him gourmet meals whenever he wanted. It was truly a great privilege, and he almost felt like he didn't deserve it. As for Yami, he didn't mind having burgers with Yugi. Though they weren't his favorite food, whatever Atem made was delicious. Even if it was something you hated to eat, he'd some how make it incredibly mouthwatering.
He looked over at Yugi and gently tapped his shoulder. After getting his attention, he struck up some normal conversation about nothing. He wanted Yugi to relax his mind so he wouldn't have to worry about Heba for now. He wanted to continue making him happy and content with himself. He asked about work and how much progress he was making with his surgery preparations. Yugi whined and complained that he nearly forgot about Yami's surgery plans after his long four-day nap. He just said that it'd still take some time before he could consider running some pretests, but progress was okay. Not fast, but thankfully not too slow. Hopefully he could get Yami in the science ward of D75 a few months from now to run some actual tests. After some evaluating and an okay from his older brother Seto, they could commence with his surgery and get rid of those damn robot parts in his brain.
Suddenly, Atem paused his cooking for a moment to call one of his boyfriends over to him. "Yo, pretty boy." He said while turning around to lean on the counter island and wag his finger at Yami. He wanted to talk to him for a second. Yami mentally sighed, he was probably gonna get yelled at for what he said earlier. Oh well, it was now or never. He made a silent prayer and got out of the stool while Yugi made a small giggle. He knew he was in big trouble.
Yami got in front of Atem with a blank expression. "Yes?"
"I believe you have something to say to me." Atem replied nicely.
The D75 rookie blinked. "I thought you said you wouldn't talk to me unless it was a threat-"
"You better apologize unless you want me to follow through on one of those threats." He countered with in unsatisfied glare. In other words, 'don't fuck with me', Yami assumed.
Yami made a small exhale and scratched behind his head. "Right, of course." He moved to bend forward and placed his hands on his knees. He then got down on them and bowed his head, lowly to the floor. "I am sorry," He said softly. "I didn't realize what I was saying, I couldn't control myself again. Please," His tone was sincere. "Forgive me."
Yugi meanwhile watched with a small smile at their attempt to make up, and felt that Yami did an alright job at apologizing. Atem however, looked bored and unimpressed. The Egyptian just lowered his red eyes and put a hand on his hip. "Mmhm," He mumbled while staring down at him. "I'll forgive you this time, on a few conditions."
The other slowly held his head up from his bowing position. "And that is?"
"Stand up straight." Atem instructed.
Yami obediently did as he was told with a questionable expression. "Okay..."
"Spread your legs apart a bit."
He moved them apart accordingly by a few inches. "Like this?"
Atem rolled up his sleeves a little more and cracked his knuckles. He sighed before simply replying, "Mmhm," and reared his arm back before swinging a punch into Yami's crotch.
"AAAHH..!" Yami's knees buckled as his own breath was taken from him from that one hit alone. He struggled to gasp, before almost falling to the floor in agony. "...Mother...fucker..!" He whimpered in horrible pain. Yugi put his hands to his mouth with wide eyes.
With boredom, Atem picked his nails. "That punch I just gave you was really light. I had to hold back, or else I would have given you a fatal hernia, maybe even destroyed your pelvis. Guess that's why you started calling me 'Egyptian Hulk', huh baby dick?"
Oh boy, he were go with the insults. Not like Yami didn't deserve it at this point, but still. "A...Atem.." Yami managed to whisper as he cupped his damaged genitalia in his hands. "Fucking...why!?" He asked, just why?
"Well now you're half forgiven. You'll be fully forgiven after we have make up sex, and I top." He declared. "Of course we'll do it later, when your dick's healed up and you stop whining like a little bitch."
Yami squinted his eyes not just from the pain, but from the condition he just stated. "W-What!?" Wait, he wanted make up sex? Why didn't he just fucking say so?!
"Oh and we're not doing that doggy style shit. That's for basic cum stains like you. No, we're doing it my way."
His way? Hell no! Atem was a God damn circus act, he'd destroy all of Yami's bones if he topped this time. He would bend Yami's body like a toothpick and tangle his legs in ways he never thought possible. Atem was way too flexible to be given control, he would murder Yami from just putting him in a single position. "Y-Your way?" He asked with fear as he watched Atem dismissively return to the stove. "Wait, no..! Atem, we can't! I don't know how to contort my body like you!
He just shrugged, wasn't his problem. "You're just gonna have to learn the hard way, pretty boy. Oh, and if you insult me like that one more time, accident or not," He turned his head to give a serious and deadly glare at Yami from behind. "I will cave your fucking chest in. Get some new material if you wanna insult me that badly, cunt wad. We clear?" He rose a brow, challenging him to protest to any of what he just said.
At this point, Yami just looked exhausted. "Crystal..."
"Mmhm." He turned back to his cooking, shooing Yami away with a spatula. "Now go put some ice on your balls, dinner'll be ready in five."
Struggling to stand up on his own, Yami made it back to his seat with Yugi. He couldn't even move to sit back down, his entire lower body was tender with pain. "Ow, fuck..." He hissed while clenching an eye shut. Atem really fucked him up this time.
Atem scoffed. "Quit being a pussy, we've all had worse."
With a smirk, Yugi leaned over and crossed his arms on the counter top. "A-Aww, didn't go well?"
"Fuck off Yugi." Yami immediately retorted before managing to get back on the stool. With a snort, Yugi laughed his ass off while his eyes started to water.
He fanned himself as Yami just laid his head down.
One year and three months after Yami's revival from his coma.
He's been at work for five hours now.
He started officially from eight in the morning, and now it was one in the afternoon. Usually, he didn't leave until nine or ten at night. Sometimes he'd have to stay in after midnight and come back home very early in the morning, or real late in the afternoon. It's not that he didn't love his job, it's just that working nonstop at D75 wasn't an easy task to do. He was usually hired to assassinate someone, which would take a while. First, finding that person, then killing them and cleaning up the crime scene before notifying the necessary authorities that the deed was done. Sometimes, it wasn't even that simple. Paper work would have to be filled out as a report, then the next client with the next mission would surface. Yami was the main guy to go to in this part of the facility since he was technically an Elite now, so he had the most work with the most requests.
When someone wanted someone killed, they wanted Yami. It was almost like a nail salon, where everybody had that one stylist they always went to for their nails. Or that one hairdresser who was either the owner of the place, or at the top of the pecking order. Because people constantly wanted him to do their dirty deeds 'legally', he had a shit tone of work to do every single day. And considering how easy it was for him to find someone and kill them, he went through requests quickly. The paperwork is what had him pulling out his hair. He went through a little less than a dozen requests everyday. If a special mission involved him going out of town, that's when he would be gone for more than a day. Those missions had the most paperwork. He was glad he never got much of them at all. But yeah, that was his day in a nutshell. Killing people, cleaning up and writing shit.
But let's say you weren't an official government hit man. Let's say you were just some guy in one of the other wards. Like the science ward for example. You would make chemically engineered weapons, or hack into a criminal's computer. Maybe test a few experiments, or just help a wounded soldier. Those who were in the medical part of the science ward had it easy. All they did was heal wounded soldiers of D75. With their technology and top notch equipment with the absolute best doctors known in Japan, that was a cinch. Rarely would someone ever need surgery, and even that wasn't a big deal. Those who worked in the chemical department didn't have it as easy, but definitely not as bad either. They were responsible for creating dangerous poisons to use as vials during assassinations, or to create fake food. Yup, they made fake food. It was a lot easier to trick someone into consuming tainted food than to try and kill them discreetly. It would just seem like a bad accident. If you were a newbie veteran like Yugi for example, you were the top dog here. Only he and Ishizu had true authority. Ishizu worked the chemical and medical departments, while Yugi did the hacking and experimental departments in the science ward.
Unfortunately, Yami sometimes had to take over some of his jobs as well if he didn't show up at work. Considering Yugi was in no condition to come into work at the moment, whatever he couldn't accomplish at home on the laptop, Yami would have to do at D75 himself. So on top of that and his own pile of work, he strained himself constantly. Thankfully, his eye settings made Yugi's job rather easy to understand most of the time. Anything he didn't get, Ishizu would explain to him, to which he'd catch on rather quickly. Since doing Yugi's job wasn't relatively that difficult to deal with, Yami didn't consume too much amount of stress from the additional workload.
Right now, he was looking over some of the files of one of his recent requests. He had just got finished handling some of Yugi's tasks, and was finally looking over some of his own work. Because there were so many, Yami was usually given which missions he should consider taking first by higher ups. He didn't have the choice of choosing one himself. There would be about four or five of them printed on documents in a top secret file, which was distributed to his office. Usually, the documents would consist of the following information:
The category of the request, the name or alias of the person who made the request, a small description of the requester, the target, the requester's reasoning for wanting to have the target killed, and a small description of the target. Sometimes his superiors would write in a couple of notes or tips about the request towards the very bottom, for a little more helpful information. Yami would have to analyze and read carefully, before accepting one of them and moving out to do his job. He expected at least six or seven requests in his folder this time, but he was wrong.
There was only one sheet of paper in the folder this time. What gives?
Sitting at his desk with narrowing blue calculating eyes, he scanned the document thoroughly.
Type: Assassination
Requester's Name/Alias: "Bakura"
Description of "Bakura": Is a caucasian young adult male of both British and Japanese decent. Prefers not to give his full name or any other means of identification. He also asks not to give any physical descriptions of himself, as he desires to stay anonymous. Does not have a criminal record.
Objective: "Akefia Adio"
Description of "Akefia Adio": Is an Egyptian young adult male who looks to be in his early twenties. Slightly higher than average height, with long white hair, brown skin and light purple eyes. Has a muscular build with multiple tattoos on his body, and has large scars on his chest and right eye. Has a criminal record of theft from childhood, where he stole fire arms and other various weapons in a single-man heist, only at the age of nine years old. He was found guilty and was given a sentence in juvenile detention for a short amount of time, before being released. Recently, he was put on house arrest along with probation after he was arrested for committing larceny three months ago.
Personal Reasoning: (Note that some information listed in the Personal Reasoning of a request has a high possibility of being biased or exaggerated, as the source is personally collected from the requester themselves.) Is known for being aggressive and physically abusive with his immediate family. He is usually the aggressor in domestic disputes. It is also noted that his aggressive nature drastically increased after being placed on house arrest. Drinks heavily, and is known to abuse drugs. Is currently unemployed, and spends the majority of his time getting intoxicated. Has a long history of getting into several street fights in his lifetime, to which he won almost every time, despite the age or size of his opponent. He once ended up getting into an argument with a man who was affiliated with a gang, to which he wasn't aware of. He was ambushed by the gang members, but fought back and miraculously rendered them all unconscious while leaving with only a few scratches and bruises. After some background checking, we have found that most of this information is true.
Notes: The requester claims that the target should be inside of their home at all times due to being on house arrest. If there are any relatives inside, they ask you to place them in a state of unconsciousness for a period of time, and not to harm anyone else besides the target. The requester also asks that you kill the target "as brutally as possible" and to leave his corpse inside of the basement in the lowest level of their house. The address to the house and the contact number of the requester is listed at the very bottom of this document.
The requester has sent in numerous requests to kill this specific person for nearly two months now. This was buried under more important assassinations. However, they generously paid a large sum of money to get it done immediately, and we cannot ignore it any longer. Please note that the target for this request is still undergoing a more thorough background check, but we suspect he is also a murderer. We also suspect that he isn't normal, and may prove to be a problem to you if underestimated. If this is true, we ask you to apprehend him and deliver him to D75 instead of killing him. He could prove to be a potential soldier.
There are no other requests, we would like you to only focus on this one today. Ms. Ishtar asks you to finish up quickly and return home for the day. Please do not overwork yourself, or we will force you to stay home. Mr. Muto's work will be handled accordingly during his absence without your assistance.
Huh, well this was surely interesting.
First of all, there was another Egyptian in town. Second, more foreigners were living in Domino. That was like the hot spot for them, but British? He's never met a British-Oh wait a second, yes he did. He and Yugi knew someone who was from the UK, they passed by him in school all the time. The cheerleaders Yugi hung out with always talked about him back then. That he was 'cute', 'dreamy', and 'innocent' looking like Yugi. He always hung out with Ishizu's little brother, if he wasn't mistaken. And he was their waiter at the Platinum Star, he just probably didn't recognize them.
Hm, but that kid's name was Ryou Kenji Evelyn. He obviously had nothing to do with the target or the requester, their names weren't even remotely similar. And he doubted Ryou of all people would make a request like this. He brushed the kid from out of his mind and continued to think. Okay, the address wasn't far at all, it was right in Domino. Sure, he had to drive about an hour or so to get there, but that was no time at all. Let's see, the address had a picture with it to help him recognize the house. It seemed to have been a small three bedroom house in a relatively nice neighborhood. No problem, all he had to do was drive his black car over there and pay them a visit.
Yami closed the folder shut, and pushed it aside while still holding the document in his hand. He'd make a copy of this and cut out what he needed. As he moved around his office to do this, he took out his phone and speed dialed his elder brother. "Seto, I received the folder. This one won't take me long."
"Alright, just call if something goes wrong."
"I highly doubt that, but I will." He hung up right after he finished his sentence, and put it back in his pocket.
It was time to make a visit to mister Adio.
It was a quaint little white house.
A quaint little white house, with a cute little front yard. The owners of the house kept it clean, and neat. The small front lawn was recently cut, and the air smelled very fresh. The little mailbox had a name on it, but it was scratched out. Probably due to weathering, Yami assumed. He remembered the image of the house, and the picture of the neighborhood sent to him with the file. A small white house on a long block full of other small houses. It was a nice looking place, and the address was clearly meant for the suburbs here. Well, good for them. Anyway, he knew for sure that this was the place he needed to be. His car was already parked down the block, as he didn't want to make this obvious.
Yami blew out some air.
This should be amusing.
The large amounts of suds and bubbles didn't hide his erection from poking out of the water. He sucked in a breath of air, smirking as he closed his eyes and leaned back against the tub's edge. The rolled up towel that was used as a pillow, was cushioning his head as he pleasured himself. His muscled thighs spread apart further, his member throbbing and dripping premature fluids. His fist pumped up and down, hissing and groaning as he tried to hold back loud moans. He used his other hand to flip his long white hair back to remove it from his face. He moved his fist faster, his body twitching as he could feel his climax rising.
He rubbed up and down his own abdomen, his hips bucking upwards as he wished he could drive his length into something tight and warm. He slowly opened his eyes, slightly rolling them as he became intoxicated from the feeling of an upcoming orgasm. "Fuck..." He huffed. "Nnm," Just a little more, just a few more pumps. All he had to do was imagine one of his mates, and he'd release for sure. He could see it now. They would be on the bed, naked, giving him those looks that screamed false innocence. He'd touch them and finger them gently, before ramming himself inside and plowing them until midnight.
Yes, their pale skin, their adorable brown eyes. Their moans, their cries and screams. Their begs for more, spreading themselves out just to get into a more supple position. Their mouths open, wanting for him to finish or kiss it all away. God, he couldn't take it. "Ngh.." He arched his back, jerking his hand upwards once more. "A-Ah..!" He came all over his hand, as some shot into the water and sunk below. Both of his hands wrapped around the member, and he stood up out of the water as he rubbed a few more times. "Ah...Ahh...Ahaha.." He smiled to himself as more of his seed spilled down his legs. The man blew out a long sigh and licked his lips. He looked down at himself, realizing how much of a mess he made. Some squirted on his forearm. It covered up some of his tattoos.
After cleaning his mess, he drained the tub and used the towel he had rolled up on the tub to dry his hair. He then patted down his body, and threw it back on the towel rack. He didn't bother wrapping it around his waist, no one else was here. He looked at himself in the mirror at the sink, and fixed his hair. He grabbed a brush from the sink's cabinet, and began to groom himself. His purple eyes stared at his own reflection in boredom, noting that his caramel skin was still moist from the bath water. He also glanced at the large scar on his face, but there was nothing he could do to fix that. He exhaled quietly and put the brush back after he figured he looked decent enough.
He walked out of the bathroom completely bare, not planning to put on clothes anytime soon. He walked down the hall of the upper level of the house, and traveled to the stairs. He put his hand on the railing and walked down the steps to the living room. Just as he settled down on the ground floor from the last step, his eyes widened. His heart momentarily stopped, as he felt a sense of danger throw chills up his spine. Before he knew it, he was backing up against the steps again.
"You must be who I'm looking for."
There was someone sitting in his new recliner.
His legs were crossed, leaning their elbow on the arm of the chair while resting his head against his fist. The stranger's face seemed relatively bored or uninterested, but he was also aiming a heavy looking gun directly at him. He had this weird spiky tri-colored hair, and purple eyes, just like his own. Dare he say it, he looked rather pretty for a guy. The kid couldn't have been no older than eighteen or nineteen, but he seemed a lot more intimidating than he looked. He wore a black suit, and he spoke in a classy voice. It was as if he knew he was a professional.
"My apologies for intruding in your lovely home, but we've business to discuss." He said as he suddenly unfolded a slip of paper from his fingers. How did he do that? He gleamed over it, doing a fact check. "Young, seems to be in his early twenties, tall, long white hair...muscular, tattoos, brown skin, light purple eyes, large scars...I assume you're Egyptian as well."
The man with the white hair didn't speak back, he was too busy trying to understand why and how this person got in his house.
"You're name, it's Akefia Adio, yes?"
The white haired man stifled a laugh and looked to the side. "I don't understand, I've been a good boy. I don't get why they sent a fed over here." He eyed the stranger suspiciously. "You some kind of rookie inspector or something?"
"A fed?" The stranger tilted his head to the side as he placed the paper back in his suit pocket. "I suppose you could say that, but I have a different level of authority than they do."
The one known as Akefia made a hardy laugh. "Oh yeah? What are you, some government assassin?" That little comment caused the stranger to smirk a little. This made the smile on his face fade almost instantly. "Say what...? Hold on," He took a step back. "I was fucking kidding!" He raised his voice as the stranger began to stand up from the chair. "W-Wait a second! The fuck are you assholes targeting me for?!" He yelled. "There are rapists, cannibals and murderers running around free and you wanna kill me?! I haven't done anything! Not bad enough to put me down on some hit list!" He growled with an angry expression. "I'm so sick of you fuckers, all I did was steal a fucking car! That's all!"
"House arrest for larceny. Yes, you're exactly who I'm looking for." The stranger began to reload the gun, not once looking away from Akefia. As he adjusted bullets and cocked the weapon, he made a small sound of satisfaction. "Impressive, by the way." He complimented. Akefia blinked and realized he was still very nude, so he could only be talking about one thing. Cheeky little bastard. "The name is Yami, not that you'd remember it in the next hour or so."
"You were paid to kill me?" He asked in a low voice after realizing the depth of his situation.
"Basically." Yami replied.
"...I see." His face became shadowed under the the bangs of his hair.
Yami walked from the recliner towards the TV stand where some pictures sat on the shelves. "You have a family I see." There was a group of three, notably of Akefia and two other young men who looked strikingly similar to him. One of the boys was torn out though. He narrowed his eyes. Something didn't seem right here. The other person in the picture, wasn't that...?
"They're my..." Akefia trailed off quietly.
"Siblings?" He asked curiously.
Akefia hesitated. "...Mates. We're, kind of a thing." He said. His voice was a little odd.
"You have a strange accent. You're not just Egyptian, are you?"
The tan skinned man scowled at him, tightening his hands into fists. How dare he ask questions so casually, as if he wasn't just threatening his life a second ago? "Grew up in the UK. That a problem?"
"Not at all." Yami wiped his hand against the picture frames with his thumb to swipe off the dust that coated their surfaces. "A good friend of mine is Egyptian as well, and perhaps of Hispanic descent. He's lived here most of his life."
"The fuck is your game here?" He spat. He didn't care for this stranger's backstory.
"Hm," Yami smiled. "You're very similar to him, actually. Anyway, I was told you did some bad things to the people you care about." He flipped out that piece of paper again and looked over it. "Aggressive, physically abusive, drinks heavily, abuses drugs, is currently unemployed...All traits of a person that doesn't seem very nice." He crumbled the paper in his fingers and tossed it somewhere in the room, littering in his home. His eyes turned-Wait they just suddenly changed color. How the hell?! They turned into a mixture of red and purple. "I can see that you're clean now, probably to keep up good behavior. Unfortunately, it seems like it's too late for that. Someone requested that I make your death 'as brutal as possible'." He placed his hands in his pockets. "Looks like you pissed off the wrong person."
Akefia started to move, and walked to the couch next to the recliner. He looked behind it, seeing what he was looking for. He reached down to grab his discarded pair of boxers and began to put them on. He had tossed them away after a very heated session earlier today. He then turned, bent down and stuck his hand down into the cushions. He heard the click of a gun, the assassin was aiming the gun at him again. He was right to be suspicious. "Who asked you to do this specifically?" He asked as he paused his body from moving any further.
"I am not legally obligated to give you that information."
"But you're legally obligated to kill a man in cold blood for money?"
Yami shrugged. "Any form of government isn't necessarily void of its own evil."
"Tch," The Egyptian grunted as he ripped out an object from within the cushions. It was a small slab of metal with a golden handle at its end, like it belonged to a sword. No, Yami's eyes flickered with shock. That was a sword. That thick metal slab was just it's folded parts. The mechanics in said weapon unfolded itself of several metallic parts, becoming larger and longer. Soon, it became a cutlass. A fascinating insignia that he wasn't familiar with was engraved on the handle. "Then you're gonna have to use more than a gun to kill me."
This made Yami smile even more, something he didn't often do during these missions. He liked a challenge after all, and he liked that he was willing to fight for his life. "I see," He then placed the gun in his pocket, then pointed behind himself. "Then, do you mind if I use my bat?"
Akefia frowned while furrowing his brows. "Bat?"
Yami stepped behind the TV stand, the flatscreen blocking the other's view to see what he was reaching for back there. Soon, he stood up straight and stepped forward to reveal what he grabbed. He twirled a long metal bat in his hand, it's coating shiny in the ceiling fan's light. He placed it on his shoulder, his other hand on his hip as he watched Akefia's angry expressions with a smirk. "That sword you've got, it doesn't look like something you can just pick up at some normal shop. And it's engineering looks impressive. Where'd you get it? I may have to confiscate it after I'm done here."
"Like hell you will." The white haired man sneered back at him. "I'm too young to die, and this is my God damn house. I'm not gonna let you do as you please, even if you are some government pig."
Yami snickered to himself, man this guy sounded just like him. "Then come at me whenever you're ready, Adio-san."
Akefia liked this one's sarcasm. "Cute."
The Egyptian charged forward, swinging the slightly curved sword towards his assassin. He was smaller than he was, and he was positive he didn't have much strength. Yami swung his bat against the sword just before it made contact, and pushed his own weight into the clash so Akefia wouldn't get the upper hand and push him away. But by the way he was shoving back, he could tell this one wasn't normal. It was just as D75 said, this one was stronger than normal people. He felt his smirk deepen, this was going to be fun. Yami swung his leg from below to kick him back, and before he could recover he quickly moved to swing his bat directly into his body. Akefia didn't let the kick bother him, and he was fast to dodge and move out of the way of his bludgeoning weapon.
Yami was extremely quick, dangerously so. The man dressed in that black suit swung more and more, forcing him to back away while simultaneously dodging at the same speed. That was proving quite difficult to do, however. He could barely keep up with him, and if he slipped up, his bones would be shattered. He couldn't have been human, no one could move that fast. Akefia dodged again while moving around some of the furniture, to which Yami had smashed into pieces the second his bat landed. He destroyed a coffee table, some of the couch and parts of the walls in single blows. Akefia realized he had to get this guy cornered so he couldn't move around so freely. His speed was a problem and he had to slow him down.
The white haired man bolted to one of the bookcases that stood by the entrance of the living room that connected to the kitchen, and awaited for Yami to charge at him again. Timing it just right, he kicked him in the abdomen again and shoved the bookcase down on his smaller body. He then ran into the kitchen, disappearing as dust and books clouded the assassin's vision. Yami had somewhat predicted he'd use his surroundings to try to get the better of him, so he threw himself down on the floor and rolled away just before it completely landed on him. He instantly stood back up, his hand tightly wrapped around his bat as he stepped over the now destroyed piece of furniture. He already concluded that he ran to the kitchen, so it was only fair that he followed.
The second Yami entered the kitchen, that cutlass swung directly into his face. Yami dipped himself backwards to dodge, and then moved again as it swiped at him once more. He then ducked and swerved his body as he moved his feet, turning swiftly to attempt at swinging his bat into the other man. He managed to get in front of Akefia, taking a step forward to hold up his bat and bring it back down with forceful speed. The bat clashed once again with the cutlass, so Akefia grunted and kneed Yami in the gut. He hoped that would knock him down, but it didn't, it only irritated him.
This earned him a growl, and Yami retaliated by pressing the miniature button on the handle of the weapon. Akefia saw this at the last second, so it was too late. A loud bang shot off from inside of the bat, the noise blasting Akefia's eardrums. With a yelp, he dropped his sword and nearly fell backwards. The bat was already extremely close to his face from the clash, so the bullet that shot out from the tip of the bat flew right past his head. The noise was so loud, his head immediately developed a migraine. Akefia clenched his eyes shut, putting his hands on his ears as he laid on the floor. "Aagh!" He groaned in pain from the constant ringing in his ears. "The fuck was that..?!"
"A gun. This bat was modified to be more than just a bludgeoning object." Yami picked up the cutlass from the floor and turned to toss it away. "I'm sure you realize now that you're efforts to resist are futile. I advise you to just stay still and-" But once he turned back around, he was thrown down into the floor by significantly weight. "..?!" He realized Akefia tackled him, and pinned him down. He slapped the bat from his grasp and threw his hands to his neck. "As...tounding..." Yami choked out with a smile. Akefia snarled at him, squeezing his fingers into his skin. "You're...almost just as strong as..." He couldn't finish his sentence without gasping out for air.
"Still talking you fuck? I'll kill you! I'm so sick and tired of being harassed by you pigs in human clothing!" He yelled. "You should all die! You should all just drop dead! Every last one of you! FUCK you!" He screamed.
"Ah..?" Even as Yami saw his vision become hazy, he didn't stop. His eyes instantly dissolved into black bottomless voids. He grinned more maliciously, silently chuckling as Akefia's expression became twisted with a mix of fear and shock. "You hate people in...uniform that much? Well...you're a convict...there's no reason...why you shouldn't hate..people like them..." He croaked in a hoarse voice. "Except.." Thanks to his eyes, he could sense that Akefia was not only losing his grip on his throat, but his heart was pumping faster. His body became sweaty, and his nerves were shook. All signs of fear. Atem taught him that if you couldn't defeat your enemy the old fashioned way, there were other options. There was more than one way to skin a cat, and intimidation was just another way to manipulate and corner your target. Assassins did everything they could to get their job done, even hitting below the belt. "What's wrong?" Yami leered. "Too spooky?"
"You're eyes..." Akefia said breathlessly, unknowingly letting his grip loosen even more. "They're like-"
"-The devil's." Yami finished for him. He sat up and socked The Egyptian directly in his face. Akefia was sent flying backwards into the kitchen counter, while Yami stood up and dusted himself off. He placed his hands in his pockets, and took out his gun and another long object. He clipped on the barrel of the firearm and aimed at Akefia. It was a silencer. "Ahem," He had to clear his throat for a sec. "Is there anything you'd like to say to me before you die? Perhaps, a final message for your family?"
To his surprise, the white haired man laughed loudly. He stood up with a bit of a stumble, and leaned one hand against the counter to hold on, while he placed his other hand on his chest. He was panting, grinning with a genuinely cheerful expression on his face, even as he was bleeding. Yami frowned, what was up with that? "Hehehe! That was so fucking weird...!" He exclaimed. "I've never seen that before, not in real life anyway. That's some horror movie shit! I dunno what kind of contacts you got in there, but you gotta tell me who makes 'em, and where to get them."
He, was laughing, and was actually fascinated with his eyes, even in the face of danger. Yami nearly laughed himself, as that reminded him of a certain someone else. He kept his straight face, and closed his eyes. He reset his eye color and opened them back up to look Akefia's way. "Final words, now. This game is done."
"Akefia..?" Another voice in another room called.
This distraction caused Akefia to try and run, but Yami knew he'd attempt at escaping. He immediately looked back and got closer with the gun. "Don't, move." He warned, putting up a finger to his lips as a silent hush. Indicating that he'd better keep quiet for now, or else. Akefia stiffened with a scowl, but remained obedient. Yami then glanced at the entrance to the kitchen where the voice was coming from, and quietly mouthed the word, "Talk."
Giving him a stern glare, he never left his gaze. "I'm in here." He said loud enough for the other to hear.
"What happened to the house..?!" The voice cried.
"..Things happened." He said ambiguously.
Footsteps became louder as they traveled closer to the kitchen. Yami placed his hands on the pistol and began turning the barrel. He switched the type of ammo it would use, and went to reach down in his suit pocket on his chest. He pulled out something small that looked like a dart of some kind. He placed it in the pistol and reloaded it. He secured the silencer and walked to Akefia. Yami grabbed him by the shoulder and like a shadow, quickly and gracefully stepped behind him. He aimed the gun to his throat and held him tightly by wrapping one arm around his torso.
The person who had called for Akefia finally walked in the room with grocery bags in his hands. To Yami's shock, it was that kid. Ryou Evelyn. Just as he thought before, he was one of the guys in the picture. "Akefia, what in the world happened-" His soft looking long white hair draped down his back, and his light brown eyes shined with innocence as he settled them on the two men. He wore a white long sleeved shirt with thick navy blue stripes and light jeans. His snow white skin became even paler as he began to gradually understand the situation they were in as of right now. He slowly shook his head, his eyes became moist. "N-No," He whispered.
Akefia tried to reassure him. "Hey, chill." He said with a stern voice. "It's okay, just don't freak out-"
"How am I not supposed to freak out?!" He yelled.
"Ryou, trust me, he's not gonna hurt you." He glowered down at Yami. "Right?" He hissed. Without words, Yami nodded. "He's only here for me."
"B-But," Ryou trembled while closing his hands into fists, placing them on his chest to try and stop himself from shaking so much. "H-He didn't do anything wrong! He's on house arrest for a reason, he hasn't been able to leave for a while! U-Unless he's done something to you in the past," He continued to ramble on and on.
Yami narrowed his eyes, and they became yellow. "You're name," He began. "It's Ryou Kenji Evelyn, correct?"
"How do you know that?" The evidently younger white haired male asked with a gulp.
"I am someone who works for the government in Japan. Unfortunately, I came here on a mission to assassinate someone. That someone being this man here," He gently tapped Akefia on the cheek with the gun. "I was asked to kill him by someone named Bakura," Once has said that, both Akefia and Ryou's eyes shot up in distraught. Seeing their reactions, Yami put the pieces together. "Judging by your faces, you know of this person. Which means my theory was correct." He stared at Ryou intensely. "You see, there's been a large number of foreigners moving here in Domino. A lot of them being either Arabic, or European. The person who gave me the request to kill this man, wished to remain anonymous. What he did tell us, was that he was of British and Japanese decent. Judging from your name and your accent, you are as well, aren't you?" He questioned suspiciously. Akefia knew what he was hinting at with that tone, but he was wrong.
"You're wrong!" Akefia grunted.
Yami glanced at him and cocked an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"Yeah. Ryou isn't the one who put a hit on me, Bakura's an actual person." He could see Ryou covering his face with his hands. "He's our brother, the other person you saw in those pictures!"
...
Yami automatically took his gun from his throat.
He blinked maybe a hundred times.
"You have a family I see." There were a couple, notably of Akefia and two other young men who looked strikingly similar to him. One of the boys was ripped out though. He narrowed his eyes. Something didn't seem right here. The other person in the picture, wasn't that...?
"They're my..." He trailed off quietly.
"Siblings?" He asked curiously.
Akefia hesitated. "...Mates. We're, kind of a thing."
They were...
Hahaha, no. No way...
With very wide and flabbergasted red eyes, Yami looked over at Akefia who seemed confused by his sudden state of shock. "That's," He stammered. "Th..That's not what you told me earlier." He was referring to their conversation from before. Akefia immediately caught on to what he meant and sighed while looking away and scratching behind his head. Ryou worriedly looked back and forth between them.
"Err," Akefia shrugged. "Yeah uh, they're my brothers and my uhh...You know."
Disgust was an understatement for Yami's facial expression right now.
Ryou's face heated up significantly, begging Akefia to stop talking. "A-Akefia! Be quiet, be quiet!"
"Ryou, I've literally got a gun aimed at me. What's the point in lying about it now?" The Egyptian then whipped his head at Yami and angrily pointed at him. "You're not gonna arrest my little brother for incest too, are you?"
"I..." Yami was very speechless. His eyes turned, white? He just stared at nothing while he scratched the side of his face with the tip of the silencer. "I just," He kept blanking out in his sentences. Was he that disgusted? Ryou felt so ashamed and embarrassed. "Oh God," Yami face palmed and went over to lean against the counter in deep thought. The worst part about this? When Yami was testing to see if they were lying or not, there was no deception indicated. They were telling the truth, they were actually siblings committing incest, in an actual relationship.
Annoyed by, in his opinion, over dramatic reaction to the offense, Akefia got close to Yami and gripped him by the collar. "If you're so grossed out, then leave!"
Yami's iris color returned to their default purple. "I think I've had enough." He mumbled as he moved his arm and aimed the gun directly into Akefia's forehead. Ryou panicked and ran towards them while screaming.
"No! Wait-!"
Yami pressed his finger on the trigger, the gun barely making a sound as it went off, thanks to the silencer.
"NO!"
Akefia's eyes lowered, and blood trickled down his face. He let go of Yami, and fell backwards. His eyes became empty, and his breathing was tamed. Ryou fell to his knees as his hands shot to his mouth. His sobs couldn't be contain for much longer, but he wasn't very loud either. His shoulders shook as he wailed beside his limp body. He slowly took his hands from his tearful face and placed them on his elder brother's, caressing his still warm cheek. He brushed his thumb over his bottom lip, wishing he could kiss them one last time.
That's what he would have thought, if he wasn't snoring.
Ryou's tears ceased. "He's only sleeping...?" He whispered to himself. He realized Akefia's eyes had closed not long after he was shot, and a weird dart-looking object was poking out of his forehead.
Yami stepped over while rubbing his fingers on his own temple, he was developing a headache from all of this. "I switched the ammo to knock out darts just before you arrived. I was going to use them on you, as the requester wished that no other relatives be harmed. They said that if you were seen, or if I was caught, I'd have to render you unconscious. Like this." He directed his hand at Akefia with a casual gesture. "He's just asleep, no harm done. Well, being shot with a knock out dart from that short of a distance probably did puncture his skin, which is why he's bleeding. But I can tell he isn't a normal human. It'll heal just fine." He then looked down at Ryou with a sympathetic expression, using a softer tone. "You don't have to cry, he'll be okay."
Ryou sniffed, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "Are you, going to kill him?"
"To be honest, I'm not too sure." Yami's response didn't make the young man feel any better. He looked back down at the floor and bit his lip uncertainty. "I don't want to hurt you," The agent said, getting down on one knee and placing his hand on his shoulder. Ryou flinched and gazed at Yami with frightened eyes. "That isn't my job here. In fact, though I was tasked with killing Akefia, I was also told by my superiors that if he proved to be rather above average in his physical abilities, I were to let him live and take him back with me."
"Take him? No, please don't do that!" He pleaded while grasping Yami's hand from his shoulder, and holding it for dear life. "Please!" He made a few hiccups, as he was still slightly sobbing but very much upset. "I'm begging you, please! He's been good, I promise!"
Yami switched his eye color to blue. "Has he?"
Witnessing this firsthand, Ryou was surprised. "H-How did you-"
"Answer me, mister Evelyn." His voice was very grounded, he wanted an answer now.
Ryou gulped, looking away a few times before settling his eyes back on Yami nervously. "No, but it's not his fault!" He quickly added that last part before he could pass judgement.
"I was told he abuses his family members on a regular basis." His eyes scanned the hand that was holding his own, and saw faint bruises and cuts coated all over. "I suppose that was true." He went to try and touch his wrist, until Ryou snatched his limbs away from his view, shamefully hiding them by hugging himself. "We do background checks on our targets and requesters, but I've seen you before in person. You're the waiter at Domino Platinum Star, aren't you?"
Their waiter came around not too long after, deeply apologizing for his late service. He explained how they try to make their service strict on attention, so that they'd never let any of their customers wait any more than ten minutes to order.
Poor guy seemed like he was being held against his will to work here, but he almost seemed desperate not to lose his job. They just brushed it off and said it was no problem at all. Since Yami was the one who always paid for the food, he was actually considering tipping him just to calm his nerves.
Not to mention, he was kinda cute. He had brown eyes, white flowing hair in a pony tail and one of the cutest baby faces he's ever seen. He reminded them of Yugi. He seemed familiar, like someone from school...
"I've also seen you in school, with that Marik kid. I just so happen to know his sister quite well." He watched him nod a few times in a submissive way. "There's clearly been a huge misunderstanding here," Yami reached over to grab his arms and help him up off of the floor. Ryou cooperated and stood up along with the agent, but he turned his head away. He was very upset, and Yami could take a wild guess as to why. "Your other brother Bakura, he's the one who wanted Akefia dead, because he's been hurting you. Well, he stated several reasons as to why he wanted him gone, but that was the main problem." Still holding both of his pale arms, he gave them a gentle squeeze. Trying to let him know he was trying to understand his feelings. "If you're all lovers like you say, then maybe you all should have a very serious talk. I know for sure your elder brother knows what he's done to you, whether he wants to admit it or not."
As he listened to his words, Ryou understood that Yami was actually being compassionate. He was an assassin, giving him advice out of his own kindness. Why? "Why are you telling me this?" He asked in a hushed tone.
"Well for one, your relationship is none of my business. I, suppose I can't judge you all too much." He made a small sigh. "I happen to be in a relationship as well, I understand how much you care about them, but I also know how it feels to be stuck in the middle." He let go of him and stuck his own hands in his pockets. "I do find this rather, disturbing and...disgusting. However, among other crimes, consensual incest among siblings surely isn't that bad. Not like murder, or rape or terrorism. In my opinion, anyway." He honestly couldn't believe he just said that. "It's not like any of you are young children or parents, after all. Now pedophilia, that would make me disembowel all of you-" Ryou whimpered immediately. Yami made a small chuckle at this. "I'm kidding. Anyway, I'm going to let you go."
"R-Really?"
"Yes. I have a soft spot for people like you. Maybe it's pity, and for that I apologize." He got a little closer, causing the pale skinned young man to instinctively move back. Yami lowered his voice nearly into a whisper, and gave him a hard stare. "Listen to me. There is no good reason why anyone, especially family, should be hiring hitmen to kill each other. Because I still have a small amount of humanity left inside of me, I will not take mister Adio away, or kill him. I will simply return to HQ and say the requester retracted their decision and begged me not to go through with it. In that time, you better talk with your brothers about this."
Ryou bit his lip. He looked as if he wanted to speak about it, but he was conflicted with other thoughts. Something was making him hold back information.
"I already saw the bruises, and I can deduce that they weren't accidents." He stated with a steady tone. "I can tell you're a submissive person, so you won't go to authorities. You're too afraid of the consequences. You just blame yourself for what he does and keep going." Yami turned away and began walking from his direction. "A life like this will end up killing you, mister Evelyn. You better find a way to fix this if you won't accept help. Because if your brother requests for me to kill him again," He stopped moving, but didn't look back. "I won't be so merciful next time." He continued walking towards the entrance of the kitchen, making his exit. "I'll leave a check for the amount of money your brother paid us in your mailbox. Think of it as a refund. I hope things go well for you. Goodbye."
Ryou watched him leave the kitchen and disappear into the living room where the front door was. He looked down below at his older brother's body, thinking over what Yami said to him. First off, Bakura wanted to have him killed. That was bad enough, but now he was given a choice. Either do something about the abuse, or just let Bakura call up this Yami guy in the near future again to finish him off. He closed his eyes and sighed.
Things were never easy.
END - 17!
Just in case anyone was wondering how Atem and Yami resolved their latest dispute, that's how.
Atem punching Yami in the dick, and demanding make up sex with him being in control so he could basically torture Yami.
Anyway we got the Thief King in here now, yes. Will we see more of him and Ryou? Yes, yes you will. Will you see them anytime soon? No. But you can bet your ass you won't have to wait too long for that.
Oh yeah, and if anyone's wondering why I gave them weird names like Ryou Kenji Evelyn and Akefia Adio, it was for simple reasons. It was to help differentiate between the whole Akefia Bakura, Yami Bakura and Ryou Bakura nonsense. If I made Ryou keep his last name as Bakura, then the Yami Bakura wouldn't really have a name. I also wouldn't have been able to call Akefia as Akefia Bakura. So to decrease confusion for both myself and the story, I gave them all different names. Ryou has his own, with an English twist to it to delineate his nationality. Akefia has an Arabic last name, and Bakura has...Well, he hasn't been introduced yet.
Also, lessening confusion wasn't the only reason why I changed their names. It was also for plot developing reasons, to which I will not go into. You know, spoilers.
Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter. (I watched a lot of Kill Bill for this one.)