18! - Thief
One year and three months after Yami's revival from his coma.
It's been nearly a month since Yami did an assassination mission. When he returned home that day, he mentioned that he 'couldn't do it', and returned to HQ empty handed. He said that under obscene circumstances, he decided to drop the mission and pretend it didn't happen. Apparently it was a family issue that just went all wrong, and he didn't have the heart to do it. This was baffling to Yugi and Atem, as they didn't think he'd grow...soft. During his short time working for D75, he's killed family members and loved ones before. Why did he suddenly show mercy this time? He told them that apparently, the family members involved in this mission were actually in a relationship-Ew, and that they all reminded him of their relationship. Double ew. They were all three siblings apparently. He said he felt bad for the victim in the group, one of the brothers. He was being abused by the eldest, but didn't have the heart to get help. The second brother was apparently fed up with this, and tried to have Yami kill them.
He said that the youngest particularly, really made him think twice before going through with it. Yugi and Atem still found this strange, but the higher ups at D75 didn't like this at all. Yami said that he lied, and told them that the requester backed out at the last second, but they were suspicious. They gave Yami a slap on the wrist and told him not to get cold feet again, as compassion or mercy was not in their line of work. At least, not for the targets. Ishizu wanted to defend him, but he did disobey his orders, so there wasn't much she could say to back him up. Not to mention, she didn't like the fact that he kind of made some of the veterans look bad because of this. He was still one of their absolute best, but right now he was on thin ice.
Hearing this, Atem was furious with D75 for treating Yami like some regular rookie, but he couldn't be too angry. He knew the consequences for failing or giving up on a mission, and they were usually inhumane. He still wished he could do something. Yami was lucky things were different now, because he would have been tortured as punishment. Thankfully he was only frowned upon, but that wasn't all that fair either. Yami was a hard worker and an excellent soldier who came a long way in a very short time. He deserved better than this, he only screwed up one time. A sigh. Nothing anyone could do though. Not even Yugi, who was also upset by the D75 higher ups' attitude towards their boyfriend.
But now it was a new day, and Yami was off at work like usual. It was afternoon, he probably wouldn't be back until evening. Yugi was ordered to stay home more often, instructed by miss Kisara who did an assessment on him at home a month ago. She realized that while he was still unstable, he was getting better. By unstable, she meant mentally so. Yugi thought that he was fine, but Kisara could tell otherwise. Heba was still being a bother in his dreams, and he would be an issue at work. She said a couple days of staying home every week would do him good, as long as he did his work on his laptop. It had been two days this week, so he'd return to work tomorrow. For now though, he'd work on his laptop while lazing on the couch. He hated being so lazy, but he couldn't complain too much. It kinda felt good to be lazy.
Atem treated him like a king, cooking his meals and serving it to him. Fluffing his pillows, tucking him in bed, giving him kisses-Okay, maybe he was being more of a caretaker than a boyfriend at this point, but again, Yugi couldn't complain. He loved the attention, even if it was slightly patronizing. He had just finished cooking lunch for him, and even made him soft and even hard drinks to take the stress off. Apparently, Yugi could hold down a lot of alcohol. Lately, he's been drinking a little more often because he's been rather down. Not just because of Heba, but he found out some sad news. Joey had called him the other day, telling him that his precious white angora cat was at the vet's. It's been more than a year since Yugi gave him that cat to look after, and he's been in his care ever since. Joey didn't live with Seto, he only visited and spent nights over his mansion sometimes. He still stayed home to care for the angora. That, Seto hated animals, and Mokuba was severely allergic. Sometimes Yugi would pop over Joey's house just to see the little guy. The only reason why Yugi hasn't taken the little cat back, is because he was way too busy with work to take care of it. Atem was already the house wife of their home, and he personally didn't like animals either. They stunk and made too much of a mess. His words, not Yugi's. Yami was just as busy as he was if not more so, and with his robot parts constantly messing with his emotions, it probably wasn't the best idea to leave him with a defenseless animal.
They already talked about it, and Yugi decided to allow Joey to keep his little one. The decision made him rather sad, but he could still see his little one anytime he wanted. Except now, the little guy was sick at the vet's. Apparently, Yugi's angora was an outdoor cat who wasn't that domesticated. He liked going outside in Joey's backyard every so often to do whatever he wanted before returning home. This time, he returned with fleas. Poor thing had groomed and scratched himself so much, he made a bald patch on his tummy. That, and his constant meowing and howling at night, caused Joey to take him to the vet immediately after he realized he had an infestation. Yugi felt bad he couldn't be there for his little one, but there was nothing he could do but pray for his recovery. He was worried for him, even if it was just a case of fleas. So with work, Heba and his little one sick at the vet's, he was more than just a little stressed right now.
Also, he was bored as hell.
If he was at D75 right now, that would at least distract him from his other stresses because he'd actually feel productive. That's why he started drinking more than usual, because he needed some kind of distraction. Thankfully he wasn't drinking at an unhealthy rate, and he was careful to space out alcohol and his medication so he wouldn't screw himself up. Still though, things weren't looking so good for Yugi as of late.
As for his caretaker, Mana had called Atem and informed him that she'd be visiting today to hang out with him down town. He got dressed in his usual black attire and came downstairs to wait for her, sitting down on the couch along with Yugi, who seemed bored out of his mind. With a bland expression, he repeatedly tapped his finger on the mouse pad of the laptop every few seconds. In utter silence. He didn't even bother turning the TV on. Atem chuckled at him. "You'd rather be overworking yourself at HQ instead of relaxing?"
"M-Maybe." Yugi deadpanned with a stutter.
"Want me to take your plate?" He referred to the empty plate of small crumbs that was put on the coffee table in front of them. Yugi just shrugged.
"I'll do it myself l-later.." He mumbled.
"Hahaha," Atem laughed as Yugi started to pout. He leaned over and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. "Suck it up, you'll be back tomorrow."
Yugi continued to pout. "Hmph." He glanced from the screen and looked over at his boyfriend. He took note of his outfit. It was his black leather jacket, his black jeans and black combat boots. "You look so handsome today." He smiled a little, and Atem smiled back in return. "That's usually w-what you wear when you plan on riding your bike."
"Yeah, Mana and I are gonna share her today. Thankfully she doesn't want to shop, so we don't need a car." He flicked his blonde bangs from his face and leaned back against the cushions of the big thick couch. "You gonna be okay by yourself?"
The elder male nodded before looking back at his laptop. "Mmhm. If I-I really need help, I'll just call Jounouchi-kun. I just hope I won't be a bother if I do. He got a new job as a mechanic, and I don't want to interrupt him during his work hours." He shrugged. "I think I'll be fine, though."
"Okay-Hm?" A familiar ring tone went off, along with a vibration shaking the couch. Atem always used a special ringtone for Mana, something cutesy and adorable. Which was funny for a guy like him. You'd think he'd have rock or some generic ringtone, but he had different ones for different people. He pulled his smartphone from his pocket and swiped his thumb across the screen before putting it to his ear. "What?" He answered, already knowing who it was. "Don't you have a key? Ugh, God, you're impossible. I told you to take-Alright, alright..." He stood up from his seat and hung up, putting it back in his pocket. Yugi assumed Mana told him to just open the front door already.
The door opened, and the young woman in question walked inside the house while bickering with Atem. Yugi could feel a giggle rising, as he found Atem very humorous when arguing wth others. Not just with Yami, but with anyone. He could hear their loud voices getting even louder as they came closer, walking into the living room together. Mana, dressed in a blue long sleeved midriff revealing top, a white jacket tied around her waist, and very low cut denim shorts that holsters on them. A purse was in her hand, and her light blue cased phone was in the other. "...I can talk to who ever I want, and dress however I want!" She yelled.
Atem marched and walked in front of her to make her stop. "Not if I can help it. Go upstairs and change out of that bullshit, right now!" He then snatched her phone out of her hand, and pressed his fingers against it, threatening to crush it in his palm. He could do it too, he had the strength. "And if I find another random ass phone number to some random ass dickhole again, I'm crushing your fucking phone." Mana yelped from the threat, but then growled.
"Give that back! God, why are you such an asshole?!"
"Why are you trying so hard to act older than your actual age?"
"I'm an adult!"
"Not fucking really! You're fucking sixteen!"
"I'm mature enough to make my own decisions!"
Atem face palmed and squeezed his fingers on the bridge of his nose with frustration. Yugi could see a vein throb pulsing on his forehead. "The last guy you 'dated', using that word very loosely, ended up hurting your feelings because he only wanted you for sex. Not to mention, your 'relationship' lasted for literally three days." Mana-Chan had a boyfriend? Well no wonder Yugh didn't hear about it, it didn't last long. This wasn't good, Atem was getting angry. But Mana was getting angry too, and girls were scary when they were mad. Especially the pretty ones, Yugi noticed. "Until I'm cold and dead, I'm not letting you date just anyone, dressing like some prostitute."
Mana dropped her purse on the floor, and slowly placed her hand down to her shorts. Atem narrowed his now bright red eyes at her, watching as she pulled out something from her holsters. She flipped two long barreled pistols at her older brother, cocking them and aiming directly at his face. "Then maybe I need to kill you." Her voice was daunting, but also very serious. This made Yugi raise his brows with shock, putting his hand over his mouth and looking back and forth between them in anticipation. Maybe a little bit of fear too. While he'd love to see the Cereza siblings fight, Atem would easily hurt Mana pretty badly if pushed far enough. And that was something he really didn't want to see. He realized he might have to step in if things get too- "..!" Mana's eyes widened as Atem cracked his knuckles with his fingers.
His eyes were glowing magma, glaring down into Mana like napalm. With a cold and deadly serious voice, he leaned down closer towards her face and gave her a very loaded yet simple threat. "I will knock your fucking ass out. I don't give a shit if you're a girl, and you know that." He got so close, that his forehead nearly rested on her head. "If I had my sword, I would have cut you into pieces several times over in seconds."
"And I don't doubt that," Mana replied rather calmly while putting down her guns and looking up at him defiantly. "But you're not being fair!"
"I'm trying to protect your dumb ass from being hurt again." He retorted. "But you refuse to listen."
"I didn't know! I thought-"
"That what? He'd be 'the one'? Mana, guys are fucking stupid! We're fucking immature and simple-minded!" He exclaimed. Well he wasn't wrong. "They don't give a shit about anything else besides fucking your virgin ass, and moving on to the next gullible idiot who comes their way."
Mana looked as if she was about to make another comeback, but her eyes lowered sadly and looked down at her feet. She looked away with a grimace, and put her guns back in her shorts. "...You're right.." She said in a soft, meek voice. "You're, absolutely right..."
Surprised by her compliance, Atem blinked. The anger in his eyes dissolved, and he gave her a little space. "Oh." He said. "Well I'm glad you finally-"
"..." She sniffed, and covered the side of her face. Oh shit, was she crying? Yugi gasped and glowered at Atem. He was going to scold him for that, until he started panicking.
"W-Wait, don't cry!" The only response he got was more quiet sobs. He started getting nervous. He quickly grabbed her shoulders and tried to make her face him again, but she wouldn't. He grasped her hands and placed her phone and purse in her palms. He then rose his arms to caress the sides of her face, gently making her turn to see his gaze. His eyes were no longer a fiery and furious scarlet, but a calming and tame wine red. "Hey, hey.." He gently wiped the small tears forming in her eyes. "I'm sorry, alright? I didn't mean to talk you that way."
"I'm sorry for yelling," She whimpered. "I just.."
His tone was very soothing and caring. "No, no it's okay. You don't need to explain yourself sweetie, it's alright." That was a nickname he only used for her, and no one else. He started using it a month or two after she told him they were blood siblings. Yugi found it so cute, but Yami found it as fuel to tease him with. "Maybe I shouldn't be so overprotective."
"B-But you're right, you're right about everything...I should have listened to you the first time.." She rubbed the back of her hand on her nose. "I'm sorry..."
"All is forgiven." He kissed her cheek. "I love you, and that'll never change, okay?" He said with a gentle smile.
Mana felt herself blush a little. "I love you too."
Atem rubbed his thumb across her cheek. "Aw, I can't have a smile?" He teased.
Mana tried not to grin from that alone, so she forced a pout and crossed her arms stubbornly. "..No, I'm still mad at you."
"Really? Even if I doooo...This?" The elder brother squeezed his hands against her face so she couldn't turn away, and kissed all over her. She tried pushing him away, but she was smiling and giggling regardless. He then embraced her tightly, smothering her face in his chest while messing up her hair with his fist. She laughed and tried whacking her fists on him, but he wouldn't stop. As he gave her a noogie, Yugi sat on the couch watching the whole thing, flabbergasted. They just argued for the past ten minutes, willing to kill each other right here in their living room, and just like that, they literally kiss and make up. While this scene was adorable, he also thought that they were bat-shit crazy. If only Yami and Atem argued this way. Well, they kinda did, just more violent and sexual.
Also, did that assassin inside of Atem...disappear?
Sure his threat sounded pretty normal for a former D75 killer, but the second Mana started crying, that instinct was gone. It just, vanished. Her tears tamed it instantly. Sure, maybe he sounded like a hypocrite. If Mokuba started crying, Yugi would lose it too. He could see that while she may have been his younger sister, he sometimes saw Mana more as a daughter than a sibling. And this was understandable considering Atem was a caretaker type of person. Even though Yugi was the one who'd love to have a baby, Atem was still the motherly one out of the three of them. Speaking of which, the male Egyptian was fixing her hair and her clothes at this very moment. He fixed her bangs, adjusting her clothes so they weren't so revealing. He made sure her jacket that was tied around her waist covered her lower body appropriately. Yugi couldn't help but smile at them. He was glad they became so close after everything they've been through.
"Better?" He asked as he brushed his fingers across her face, touching her soft skin. Mana's sea foam eyes glimmered as her cheeks warmed up.
"Yeah. Thanks-Woah..!" She was grasped by her waist, and lifted up on his back. She clung onto his back, holding onto his shoulders tightly as her legs were hugging his torso. "You're gonna carry me?"
"I thought you liked being carried?"
"Well yeah, but not in front of Yugi..." She trailed off bashfully.
Yugi grinned and chuckled a little. "I think y-you're both adorable. You make Atemu all soft and corny."
Atem shot him a playful glare. "Hey, fuck you."
"M-Maybe later." The elder winked back with a smirk.
Mana stuck out her tongue and pretended to puke. "Eeewwwww! Stop, you guys are gross!"
"Oh really?" Her brother glanced up at her before looking at Yugi. "Maybe we should let her sleepover in the guestroom, then make some noise in the master bedroom next door. Wait until Yami gets home-" Before he could finish his sentence, Yugi was wiggling his eyebrows at Mana while she just gaped. She was nearly speechless.
"Oh God, please stop. That is actually gross!"
"What, you don't wanna see us make out? All sweaty and greasy and moaning-"
"Atem, for the love of God!"
Atem cackled below her as he carried her towards the front door. "Hahahahahaaa..." He looked over at Yugi one more time, holding Mana's legs securely to his body. "You're not gonna die of boredom are you?"
Yugi shook his head, putting his laptop aside with a shaky hold before leaning over the coffee table to grab his mug. He carefully held it up to his chin, using his other hand to tip it towards his lips, before taking it away. "I'm gonna take a break from work and go on over to the d-deep web." He said nonchalantly while leaning back against the couch and crossing his legs. Both Atem and Mana's eyes widened significantly, the smiles on their faces flattening into very concerned frowns. With an awkward blink, Yugi shrugged. "What?"
Mana was still agape at first, until she finally cleared her throat. "U-Um, you do stuff on the dark web?"
He shrugged again in return, taking another gulp of his black coffee before putting it down on the table. "Yeah, s-so what? Yami-kun's brother does too. We do business with each other sometimes."
Almost not wanting to hear the answer, Atem slowly asked Yugi a very important question. "And uh, what do you do on there particularly? I mean all of us were taught how to hack basic shit and access the dark web, but, only if we were told to. There are other illegal assassination businesses out there that are always trying to locate us. You can't really, fuck with that."
His sister nodded. "Yeah, I mean, I only go there if I'm ordered to back at HQ. It's, really messed up." She raised a brow. "What do you do over there?"
Yugi snorted a laugh. "Very bad and illegal things that'll make Atemu want to break up with me if I told you, so I'm not gonna tell you." He said again with a casual tone. Atem and Mana's faces instantly turned a little hostile and alarmed. Yugi raised his hands up in defense. "I'm just kidding, j-just kidding. Actually," He leaned his elbow on the arm of the couch. "D75 operates on a lot of sites over there s-so, it's not as bad as you thi...Well no, it's still pretty bad over there, but I'm not doing anything too crazy."
With a heavy sigh, Atem just shook his head while closing his eyes. "Jesus. Just, don't do anything with pedophiles, or snuff film companies, cannibals, human traffickers or some shit." He then pointed another glare at him while revealing his bright red eyes again. "And you better not be selling porn of us."
The elder D75 agent flagged them off with another laugh. "Oh Atemu...If I was selling porn of us, we'd be so rich, we'd use dollar bills for toilet paper. So...rich..." An evil chuckle lingered on after that sentence. The scary part was that he said this without a stutter. The Egyptian male just groaned. Why the hell was Yugi so, capricious? He winked at them. "I'll be fine, and fully entertained. D-Don't worry about me, you two have fun."
Not long after he said that, the two left out of the door after giving hesitant farewells. They walked down the steps and through the front lawn to Atem's bike, that was neatly parked on the pavement. He let Mana hop off of his back and walk to the vehicle while placing her phone in her jacket pocket. She zipped it up so it wouldn't fall out, and put her purse in the other. "You know, I didn't know Yugi could be that scary. I mean, you said he was but," She ran her hand through her hair while nervously giggling. "I thought you were just exaggerating."
Atem took out his keys and activated the motorcycle. He went to the small trunk in the back, and unlocked it to open it. He took out two helmets and tossed one over to her. "That's my Yugi for you," He said as he placed his own black helmet on his head. "Unpredictable." He threw his hands up in a big shrug. "I love him, though. It might get me killed one day, but I suppose it's worth it." He stepped around the bike and sat down in the front. Mana sat behind him and wrapped her arms around his body. "..Now the sex is definitely worth it-"
"Wow, can you not talk about sex for ten seconds? I know you said men have a one-track mind, but geez. Holy crap, Atem."
"Heheheheh."
After a little drive into the city, Atem and Mana stopped at a little cafe to grab something to eat real quick before separating for a while. She said she would pay a visit to a bookstore that was just across the street, while Atem would stroll in a local grocery store to buy a quick energy drink. They agreed to meet up back in front of the cafe, where his bike was parked next to the sidewalk. With around ten minutes passing of entering and waiting in line, the elder sibling exited the store while holding up an energy drink and tipping the tall can towards his mouth. He also bought Mana's favorite small snack, a box of strawberry chocolate pocky. He had a small plastic bag hanging from his wrist as he walked around the corner of the street where his bike was parked.
He could see from the large windows of the bookstore from across the street that she was still looking around. He rolled his eyes. He hoped she didn't plan on buying more than one. He didn't have room in his little trunk. Suddenly, he felt something bump into him, making him stumble a bit and drop the box of pocky from out of the plastic bag. He turned and looked ahead of him too see a business man rushing and shoving passed people, muttering apologies as he ran. Must have been late for a meeting or something. Still rude. Atem sighed and bent down to pick up the box of candy from the ground. Thank goodness it didn't bust and open up on the dirty concrete.
Then, his instinct was on full alert. He grabbed the box quickly and stood up sharply, his senses highly guarded. His orbs now a brighter, menacing crimson, he glanced around the area. Someone or something just moved passed him very quickly. Right after that business man pumped into him as a matter of fact. That's when he saw in the corner of his eye, a flash of white and red storming down the block. He looked in that direction, to see a tall man with long white hair in a ponytail speed walking away. He wore a black beanie on his head, and a dark red jacket. Atem narrowed his eyes and tapped his hand on his back pocket. He scowled.
The fucker stole his wallet.
His eye was twitching. Oooh boy, this was gonna be a long ass day, wasn't it?
He started to speed walk himself, easily passing and slipping by anyone in his way on this suddenly busy sidewalk. He pulled his phone from his front jacket pocket, and dialed Mana's number. While still keeping his eyes on that red jacket from afar, Atem continued to follow, even as they began to turn a corner into a passageway. "Mana," He said. "You still looking for books?"
"Yeah, sorry for taking so-"
"Take as much time as you need, 'cause I'm gonna be a minute." He squinted his eyes more. The person with that red jacket stopped moving.
"Huh? Why?"
"Some asshole just stole my wallet. I'm looking at them right now."
She stumbled in her words from a small amount of surprise. Being mugged wasn't common for people like them. Atem was just, too clever to be robbed blindly like that. The fact that he got robbed at all was alarming to say the least. "Wha-Seriously...?"
"Yeah, I'll be back at our randevous point soon. Just wait for me by my bike."
"Alright, just don't kill them."
"What, why?"
"Because Atem," She sighed into the phone. "They're probably just some normal person who obviously didn't know who they just stole from. They don't know that you're some ex-assassin that used to work for the government as their highest ranked soldier."
He didn't care for excuses. "Yeah yeah, I'll call you when I'm done."
"Oh geez..."
He hung up and moved his body at full speed. The asshole in red was on the move again. He rounded the corner down the street, and Atem was hot on his heels. Bastard was lucky he didn't have his sword with him, but an ol' fashioned beat down would surely suffice. It took merely less than a minute for Atem to zip closer to his thief. The said pick pocketer, who was rushing down through an alley connected to the corner, looked behind him momentarily. He blinked in alarm, not expecting Atem to be able to catch up with him. The thief in red grunted and skidded to a stop in the middle of the narrow space. Here they were standing in a damp and dirty alley, standing on cracked concrete between grimy brick walls. A showdown for questionable people who had some unfinished business.
Atem slowed to an immediate stop at a safe distance from the thief, and stood there with a blank expression on his face. He may have put that killer inside of him to rest for a while, but it never died. It was very much alive, and ready to strike. Atem noticed this thief was wearing a black face cover on his mouth, the ones you usually see attached to hoodies. In fact, as a hacker who occasionally visited the deep web, Yugi owned a few of those. He could only see his pale purple eyes glaring at him. They cleared their throat, and slowly pulled away the face cover down to his neck. He sneered at the ex D75 agent, and placed his hands in his jacket pockets. He made a disconcerting look of innocence and slightly tilted his head. "I suppose it's too late to say 'sorry'?" He rose his hands from his pockets in a shrug. Atem fought the urge to roll his eyes at this asshole. How fucking cute.
"You suppose correctly." The red eyed man replied as he began to unzip his jacket. He slipped it off his shoulders and bent down to neatly fold it on the ground. Once he did this, the man in the red jacket chuckled.
"What, we're gonna square up now? You sure about that mate?" Hm? 'Mate'? That accent was strange too. He must have been a foreigner. He had skin like his own, as if he was Arabic. How curious. Atem caught him staring at his backside as he bent down to set his jacket on the ground. He whistled while cocking an eyebrow. "'Never seen a bloke with an ass like that before..." He said in a sultry tone.
Atem stood back up and gave him a glare. "Thanks, but I'm happily 'married' to someone else." He said sarcastically while cracking his knuckles.
The white haired man took off his jacket as well and tossed it on the ground carelessly. He was just as well built as he was, being toned at every part of the body. Underneath that jacket, he wore a black wife beater, while Atem wore something similar. The thief also wore baggy khaki pants that were tucked at the bottom in his boots. On his hip was a thick belt, and empty holsters. He didn't see a gun on him though. "What a shame. 'Would have took a crack at you if you gave me the chance. Actually," He narrowed his eyes at the other. "Have I met you somewhere before?"
"I've never met you before in my life. If I had, I would have killed you." Atem retorted while circling around him. The other did the same, eyeing him just as dangerously.
"Oooh, fiesty. I like that." He smirked. "Sadly, I can't return your pretty lil' wallet unless you pry it from my cold dead hands."
"Well," Atem cracked his neck and held up his fists while slowing to a stop. He got in a fighting position, and watched the other do the same. Interesting, he thought. The thief's form seemed rather dated but very precise. Like he's trained before. No, Atem could tell this man was no push over. This was someone who's seen horror, who's had life or death experiences several times before. Behind that large scar on his face, lied years of trauma and pain. Things he was no stranger to. He had to be careful with this one. "Guess I'll have to kill you then."
The second he finished his sentence, he charged forward with a right jab. The thief threw a punch as well, but both men missed their intended target since they both dodged at the same time. With a growl of frustration from missing each other, they both swung at each other again. Then again, and again and again. Anytime Atem threw a punch, it was blocked or dodged and the thief would just retaliate with another punch. They matched each other's speed and strength, a hit or miss punch out with two equally matched opponents. Realizing this was going no where, they both grunted and grabbed each other's fists tightly. Despite Atem being smaller than the thief, he still proved to be a problem for him. Having difficulty holding out against his smaller frame, the thief tried pushing his hands a little further to shove him away. Atem wasn't budging though. "Damn. You're small, but you're pretty tough."
"I once wrestled down a six foot bear and killed it with my bare hands. Then I killed any nearby wolves who smelled it's corpse, and had them for dinner that day." Atem challenged while still keeping up their match of physical endurance.
"Oh yeah? Hm," He nearly lost his footing from this little guy. He really was tough, but he wouldn't back down either. "What age?"
"Six years old. You?"
The thief grinned. "Impressive. I single handedly stole a shit load of weapons from a high leveled security armory. Took out some guards before they busted me. Nine years old."
Atem could only laugh. Why wasn't he surprised? "Of course." He replied, before letting go of both of his fists. The sudden lack of body weight to push against nearly cause the thief to lose balance. Atem took this chance to swipe a kick at his abdomen. The white haired man thought quick and back up just before the kick could nail him. He then rushed forward and threw a sucker punch that nearly struck Atem in the chest. He blocked the hit just in time with his fore arm and continued to punch and kick, with the other just matching his movements. This went on for several minutes until they both shot their legs upwards and simultaneously kicked each other right in the face. The force of their strong kicks knocked them both down to the ground. With annoyed groans, they both got back up and growled once again at each other.
Atem was slightly annoyed by how long this was taking, but he was enjoying himself. He hadn't had a good fight in forever. He wiped his mouth from any dirt that might have gotten on his face from his boot. The thief continued to smirk while lightly hopping from side to side on his toes, hands raised with the glare of a professional fighter. The red eyed Egyptian returned the smile and charged forward with a different plan in mind. the thief dodged him by moving to the side, but Atem anticipated that and seized his arm just before he moved away from him completely. With a grip lock, he huffed and lifted the taller man upwards, and swung him down onto the floor.
With a yelp, the white haired man landed on his back, with Atem sitting on top of his chest. He pinned his hands above his head with one hand, and retracted his arm back to prepare a punch. "Well, any last words before I turn your face into a pile of dog food?"
The thief continued to smile, even as he was pinned down to the ground. "Nope!" He exclaimed before using his legs to bring himself and Atem's weight off of the ground. This caused the smaller Egyptian to stumble and loosen his hold on him. The thief then turned the tables, by snatching his hands from his hold and wrapping them around his body. He pushed him down falling forward, tackling him on his back. The white haired man used the majority of his larger body frame to keep Atem trapped beneath him, completely lying on top of him and smothering him. However, this was a man who possessed around the same level of strength as Atem, meaning he was basically crushing his bones. He wasn't just invading his personal space with an oversized bear hug, he was trying to break him and kill him. "Nm, you feel nice...And you're just as tough as me. Where have you been all my life...?" He could feel the smaller one muffling curses and struggling to push him off. "Name's Akefia," He chuckled at his attempts to push him off as he began to lower his pelvis onto his. "And you?"
"Ngh..!" Now the bastard was toying with him. If he wanted to play like that, then fine. Atem gasped as he finally managed to free his face from underneath the larger man's chest and forearms tightening around him. "Atem," He panted. "And I advise you," The one known as Akefia blinked as he felt his own weight being somehow lifted. "..To remember it!" Atem wiggled his arms free, and spread his legs to use the ground as leverage. Akefia felt arms circle around him this time, and was then lifted up above the ground. He realized that Atem was now on his feet, holding Akefia in the air by the waist. How the hell?! He was at least a hundred pounds heavier than him, how did-
"The fuck..!?"
Atem tossed his entire body several feet away. Akefia landed on his back hard against the brick wall with a pained hiss. Just as he tried sitting up to recover, he saw...One of the dumpsters from this alleyway, heading right for him. Atem had picked it up and threw it right at him-How the fuck..!? Akefia just barely moved out of the way by rolling his body to the side. His eyes bulged out of his skull in shock from the smaller one's strength. He then saw that he was just about to lift and pick up the other. This guy was a damn tank. Those things were at least ten tons! How the hell did- "Holy shit!" He cried as he jumped out of the way of the second hurling dumpster coming his way.
With an irritated expression, Atem exhaled sharply and looked for something else to throw. He looked at the side of one of the buildings making up the alley, and saw a thick truck tire just lying against the grimy wall. An evil smirk was drawn on his face as he walked over to pick it up. Oh how nice, the rim was still stuck inside of it too. That's even more weight to throw, perfect. Just as Atem effortlessly picked it up to toss, Akefia held up both hands and backed away cautiously.
"Alright alright, you win! Just stop fucking throwing things!"
Atem scrunched up his face and scowled. "Give me my shit back first." He was still in position to throw the object.
Akefia was already digging in his pockets and pulling out the said item from his possession. It was a thick black leather wallet, filled with pictures, cards or bills. Atem dropped the old rim filled tire and held out his hand. The white haired man threw it over to him, and the other caught it. He didn't waste time checking over his things. "I didn't take anything."
The shorter of the two gave a hateful glare. "I'll be the judge of that, thank you." He grumbled back as he flipped through his ID and credit cards.
Akefia picked his jacket off from the ground and pulled it back on. He reached up and pulled off his beanie, scratching the top of his head. "Never met someone as strong as you before. Kinda reminds me of the Hulk-"
"I will fucking gut you and feed you your own eyeballs, do not fuck with me." Atem snarled with an eye twitch.
"Woah, sorry." The thief blinked with half a grin. "Consider that nerve touched..."
"You're lucky I'm not killing you where you stand. I advise you to go before I change my mind." After checking that everything was where it belonged, Atem placed the wallet back where it was before. Safely in his back pocket, he turned to pick up his jacket and dust it off.
"You're letting me off the hook, eh?"
He sighed in return. "It's not like I can call the police, an asshole like you would just get away." He stood up and unfolded his clothing. "Just don't get in my way again, or I'll make you wish you never met me." He slipped on his leather jacket and put his hands in his pockets. He made a small smirk and looked to the side at Akefia. "You're on house arrest anyway. You should probably get going."
Akefia's brows shot up high as his eyes widened significantly. How would a stranger know that? That is, until he remembered a certain someone from the other day with a familiar encounter.
"A good friend of mine is Egyptian as well, and perhaps of Hispanic descent. He's lived here most of his life. Hm," Yami smiled. "You're very similar to him, actually..."
He then smiled and laughed loudly, he was starting to understand. "Now I get it, you two must be close. Ah, now it all makes sense!" He cackled. "My most humblest apologies," He playfully took a bow while looking Atem directly in the eyes. "Atem." He then made a small wave with his hand, before standing up to back a couple of feet away. He jumped up, kick flipping off the side of one of the buildings and disappearing to the rooftops.
Atem closed his eyes. So that's the guy Yami fought. He'd remember that one.
Maybe one day they'd settle things with swords instead of fists.
After giving Mana a ride to her apartment, he drove himself back home. When they met up at the rendezvous point, he looked slightly roughed up, raising questions from Mana. He just told her he got his wallet back, and that the guy wasn't a normal pushover. With a sigh, she dropped it and agreed to just go home. He kissed her goodbye and returned to the house he shared with his lovers. He unlocked the front door and walked through the entrance. He then walked into the living room and saw his lover in the exact same place as before. He smiled, seeing that he was still at the laptop with that bored expression on his face.
Atem went over to the couch and leaned down to give him a kiss on the cheek. Yugi didn't even flinch, and mumbled a glum "Hi," back to him in response. He then sniffed a few times. "You smell l-like concrete, did you get in a fight?"
"Yeah, but it didn't take long. In fact, I think I fought the same guy Yami let go from that mission the other week." The Egyptian said as he sat down beside his boyfriend.
This piqued Yugi's interests, so he moved his eyes from the screen to him instead. "Really? How w-was he?"
"Pretty good, not good enough to beat me though. I threw a couple dumpsters at him and he tapped out."
"Oh okay-" Yugi paused. "You threw d-dumpters at him?" He said slowly.
Atem nodded casually. "Yeah."
"Atemu, those things weigh tons. How did you l-lift them up and throw them?" Frankly, that was physically impossible for any human to do that. Dumpsters weighed literal tons, especially when compiled with hundreds upon hundreds of pounds of garbage.
"I told you, when you and Yami are at work, I train myself by lifting. I don't use weights anymore, they don't really do anything for me." He pointed to the couch and to other various objects in the room. "I've been lifting the couch," He pointed to the window behind them that was pouring sunshine from outside. "I've been in the garage, lifting Yami's car whenever he isn't using it," He then poked the side of his arm playfully. "I could lift you, Yami, Mana, Seto and Jounouchi all at once if I wanted to."
With a few blinks, Yugi gaped in awe. "Sugoi...Y-You really are the Egyptian Hulk-" He yelped as he was suddenly pinned against the couch, with a strong and heavy caramel skinned hand seizing his throat. His laptop nearly fell off his lap as he was shoved back. Atem was smiling deviously at him, hiding his true malevolent intentions. "H-Hold on Atemu..!" He said with a sheepish smile.
"One more word out of that cute little mouth of yours, and I'll stick something in there to shut you up." He pressed his thumb onto his bottom lip to open his mouth. He leaned closer and closed his eyes as he connected their lips together. With a blush, Yugi gradually began to kiss back while closing his eyes as well. His hand searched around for his laptop, so he could grab it and shut it. Once he found what he was looking for, he pushed it down to close it, and ushered it off of his lap onto the couch cushions. He then raised his shaky hands on to Atem's chest, rubbing his fingers onto the zipper and leather material. He began to pull the zipper down, and opening his jacket. "Mn," Atem broke the kiss for a quick moment to breathe and speak. "Yugi,"
Yugi paused his movements. "...Yes?" His face was so red, he got flustered so easily.
"I want you to top, this time."
...
"H-Huh?"
END - 18!
Yeah, about that whole thing where I said you wouldn't see any of the Bakuras anytime soon...
I lied. Sorry.
And woah! Atem's super duper strong now. Pretty crazy right? Hmm...I wonder why...
Anyways, cliff hanger. Again, sorry.
The next chapter will reveal some, very interesting things about D75. So that's a thing to look forward to.
I'll see you guys next week.