(Play opening theme song: 'Vampires Will Never Hurt You' by My Chemical Romance)
"Ooh!"
Ryou cooed, picking out a white tuxedo with a baby blue undershirt.
"What about this?"
"Nah. His skin is too dark. Not
to mention it would clash with his hair." Bakura said. "He's
better with darker colors."
"Can I have my clothes
back?" Yami asked, sitting naked (COMPLETELY naked) in the
changing room. Bakura and Ryou glared evilly. Yami paled.
"I guess that means no?"
Still
glaring.
"...II'llll just be quiet now." He said,
shutting up.
"Good idea." Bakura scoffed. "Oh and,
bye the way..." The vampire held up Yami's underwear, nose
crinkled in disgust. "Tighty-whities?" Yami shrugged.
Bakura rolls his eyes with a sigh. "Man, GROW UP." With
that he returned to outfit-picking with Ryou as Yami sighed in
defeat.
"Oh! This is nice!" Ryou squealed with delight. "It's so pretty!" Yami peaked his head out the changing room door and paled at the floor length, dark red, slim evening gown, complete with a red lace shawl.
A
dress, a FUCKING DRESS! HE WASN'T WEARING A FUCKING DRESS! NO WAY IN
HELL WAS HE-
"That IS nice. And the wine red looks classy.
Let's try it."
Going to be able to worm his way out of
wearing a dress.
Fuck.
The look-alike lovers quickly barged into the dressing room, locking the door behind them. After minutes of noises, screams of torture and several searches for matching shoes, the outfit was ready.
Yami
seethed quietly, hair in a messy bun, some select bangs still in
front of his face. The shawl was around his arms instead of his
shoulders as he just stood, loathing the two mates behind him.
"Awww.
You look so PRETTY." Ryou said with a smile. "You really
do, with your hair all up in a bun like that. That really is a
stunning color on you, Yami."
"Please stop talking to
me." Yami sighed, a small lightening bolt shaped bang fluttering
from his breath. Bakura blinked, reaching into his pocket.
"I
almost forgot." Bakura said, Ryou catching on and suddenly
spinning Yami in front of them. He whipped a camera and grinned.
"Smi-le!"
"What
the-"
--Click--
--FLASH!--
Yami rubbed his temporarily blind eyes.
"What the hell was that?" he asked.
"Light."
Bakura answered. Yami gave them a blank stare.
"Well, I KNOW
that."
"Oh relax, Yuugi just wanted a picture or
two...or three...or seven...or however many it takes before we
decide something looks best." Ryou smiled. Yami groaned.
"Well,
we need to find something else...I doubt the restaurant would
appreciate a cross-dresser in their midst that was so obviously
male." Bakura said.
"Oh, come on. He actually looks
pretty now."
"What's THAT mean?" Yami grumbled as they spun him again, ripping the dress of and leaving him in his jockeys. "No more dresses?!" He called.
"I make no promises!" Ryou replied. Yami rolled his eyes.
'I'm so sure...'
He thought silently.
"...Ryou...Bakura..." He called, shifting his legs. "Can I have my clothes back...I need to use the bathroom..."
--
Yuugi waited outside of the tux rental place in the limo. He amused himself for a while with his old Game Boy Color but there were only so long that Super Mario or Pong could sustain his very short attention span. Especially with how tedious it had grown over the past twenty years or so.
His violet eyes turned to the window to the building where Yami was. He idly wondered what was taking those three so long...
Thoughts of a naked Yami, trying to cover himself with his hands in vain flooded his mind as he disregarded all thoughts of time. Even if he HAD been waiting for an hour and a half.
"Yeee, there he is!" Yuugi squealed quietly, seeing the boys rush Yami over. He lowered the window and removed his sunglasses to eye his Yami better.
Standard black tuxedo and dress shoes, they framed the boy nicely. White gloves on his hands and a red undershirt (Silk, by the way the light looked against the material) and red bowtie. His hair was let down and tied back into a low ponytail.
By GOD, he looked delicious.
"Perfect." He whispered, his eyes aglow as he examined the student closely. "Just leave him with me now, boys. You can go home...We have a date tonight." Yuugi said, opening the limo door. "Yami." Yami just grunted quietly and stepped inside, knowing he couldn't get out of it. The white-haired boys saluted their leader and were off, possibly to make like bunnies as was their hobby.
"So..." Yami said softly, not daring to look at Yuugi. The boy chuckled.
"You're nervous?" Yuugi asked softly, eyeing his lover-to-be. Yami looked at him, blushing softly and bit his lip, not sure of what to say. "Don't be nervous." The vampire smiled, propping one leg over the other. "We'll have a good time."
That they would...he'd make SURE of it.
--
"This is a two-squad mission?" Malik asked, astonished. He'd been unaware that Frances and Astrid would be here as well. But by their faces, they knew that they'd see the boys.
"Apparently."
Marik said, looking at Astrid and Frances. Frances flipped Marik off.
Marik stuck out his tongue. Astrid rolled her eyes and held up three
fingers.
"Three actually. There is another on the way."
She said. Marik flipped through the manila folder, searching for
names.
"Which one?" Malik asked. Frances's eyes rolled
up as she thought, counting the people on her fingers.
"Well,
me and Astrid...you and Dickwad..."
"Very funny,
Frenchie, you should do stand-up in your spare time." Marik said
while looking over the names.
"I
know, shouldn't I?" Frances joked through gritted teeth. Marik
nodded softly.
"It's a fitting profession for you,
darling."
"I know." The French beauty said, picking
up a rock and chucking it at the muscled male.
"OW!"
Marik yelped when it hit him in the neck. He coughed, gripping the
spot. "That hurt."
"Good, that's for calling me
Frenchie, you good for nothing sack of idiocy!" She scoffed,
folding her arms and turning her head. Marik grumbled under his
breath as he continued to read. His eyebrows rose. "Oh
boy..."
"What?" Malik asked.
"We've got
Halliday and McKinley." Marik said with a look on his face.
Malik's face fell.
"Sadie and Tyson?" Astrid moaned.
"Damnit..."
"Are you sure it's them?" Malik asked quietly. He didn't know why but Sadie Halliday just...didn't like him for some reason. If he died tomorrow and she went to his funeral for some reason, it would be to sing The Hallelujah Chorus while tap-dancing on his freshly dug and covered grave.
Tyson McKinley was more of Sadie's lackey than his partner. He succumbed to her every demand, got her whatever she needed or wanted, however frivolous it may be, and did everything from telling the Ambassador of France to fuck off to washing her feet.
Marik
handed Malik the folder and pointed out the list of assigned
squads.
"See? Ishtar, Sekani, Beauvais, Blenda-"
"Halliday
and McKinley." Malik moaned, reading off the last two
names.
"That's riiight." Marik said, patting Malik
gently on the head. "You'll be fine. Sadie and Tyson get things
done straight to the point. They're very good at this."
"Scarily
so." Malik added quietly.
"They are one of, if not the,
very best at this job." Astrid said. "So we are guaranteed
to get home before..." She thought for a minute. "It is
eight o'clock now...we can get back to home at around eleven to
twelve-thirty, probably. Depends on when we find Vladimir and
Jasmine."
"Nobody needs to talk to them or make eye-contact with them if they don't want to." Marik added semi-jokingly. "Seriously though, quick and easy job. We'll just ward the place, move in, kick their ass, and be done with it. Simple, clean...well, not so clean...you get it."
"Brilliant
speech." Frances scoffed. Marik blinked.
"And here she
comes now, the winner of the 2007 Bitch of the Year Award."
Astrid murmured as a motorcycle came speeding down the street, it's
thin, figureless tiny rider on top.
"Shut up, we're working with her." Malik whispered back. "Might as well make the best of it." As this was said, the motorcycle parked next to Frances, the rider killing the engine and stepping off before removing the helmet on her head. Her short boyish brown tresses fell choppily and lazily as she shook her dark-toned head. Propping the helmet against on the handle of the bike, she gazed at the four with one brown eye and one red eye.
"Hi
Sadie." Malik said meekly. She just grunted and shrugged her
leather jacket back up (Since the sleeves were falling down) and
marched away from her bike, scouting the perimeter, almost.
"No
Tyson yet?"
"Not yet." Marik replied. "But
don't mind him; you can knock one of us around while you're waiting."
He said with a small smirk. Sadie sneered.
"Clever." She
mocked before marching off.
"Um, Sadie," Malik started,
taking a step forward. "Maybe we should-"
"I'm
sorry, are you trying to tell me what to do?" Sadie scoffed,
interrupting Malik's suggestion. The boy shied back a bit.
"Well...I
just thought that-"
"Yeah, see, thinking. Don't do
that." She bit before turning on her heel and walking again.
Once she turned the corner of the area, Malik sighed.
"She
hates me."
"She
hates us too." Marik said. "We just have enough sense to
hate her back." Malik looked at Marik who just shrugged. "Who
can blame us? She can't go acting like a bitch for no
reason."
"Marik-"
"No, seriously, she
can't. I'm not joking."
"I know." Malik sighed,
staring at the ground. Marik sighed, placing a hand on the boys
shoulder.
"Just
get in, kick their butts and get out. Quick and easy. Not PAINLESS
but easy."
"...Right." Malik sighed, feeling as BIT
better.
--
"So,
you're not coming inside then?" Bakura asked, a hand on the
handle inside the Game Shop.
"Nope." Seto shook his
head, arms folded as he shivered quietly.
"Isn't it cold out
here though?" Ryou asked, legs pressed together as he did a
little dance for warmth.
"Yes,
it is. Very cold." He said. "But I'm still not going
in."
"Is this because of Jou?" Bakura asked, an
eyebrow raised in suspicion."
"NO!" Seto scoffed,
shaking his head. The boys stared. "...Maybe..." Bakura
rolled his eyes and Ryou giggled.
"You're
so queer." Bakura sighed.
"I! AM NOT! GAY!" The
brunet protested, glaring at the two.
"Tph."
They scoffed. "Ye-et."
Seto blinked at this.
"Why must you two insist on-"
A
cell phone ring to the tune of The Beatles 'A Hard Days Night' went
off in the CEO's pocket. The tall vampire reached into his pocket
and pulled out the portable phone, flipped it open and pressed it to
his ear.
Before
he could even manage a hello, frantic Russian was pounding at his
eardrum to which he yanked away the phone.
"JASMINE!
CALM-CALM DOWN!" Seto yelled, recognizing the voice right away.
"Calm down." He said, quieter as she tried to calm herself,
frantic ragged sounds and sobbing choking breaths escaping through
the receiver. "Now calmly, what's wrong? What's
happened?"
"Vladimir..." Her thick Russian accent
said. "Something is wrong!" (Though to Seto it sounded more
like "Somezing eez vrong")
"Calm, calm...what's
wrong with Vladimir?"
"I don't know! A week ago, he was
FINE. Now he seems sick somehow. He hasn't been eating, hasn't been
getting up, but he hasn't been sleeping either. Yesterday he tried to
walk out into sunlight! He's delusional!" Jasmine whined, a
frantic gasp escaping her. "And he's been acting very shady.
He's been hiding something, doing something and I don't know what!
But it's bad! The Powers That Be just sent three squads after us!
They're scouting the area and they're placing Holy Wards
everywhere!"
"THREE?!" Seto repeated with wide
eyes. Oh, this was bad. Bad news.
Bakura
and Ryou looked worriedly.
"Is something wrong with Jasmine?"
Ryou asked but all he got was the 'One-Minute-I'm-About-To-Find-Out'
finger.
"Where
are you guys? I'll be there as soon as I can."
"That
might not be soon enough." Jasmine said softly.
Seto could hear the terror in her voice as she rattled off the address to him. He repeated it to Bakura and Ryou since they knew Domino City like the back of the others dick.
"Alright,
what squads are there?" he asked.
"Blenda and Beauvais.
And Astrid's arm isn't broken anymore." Jasmine said as Seto
fought down a "Shit"
"Ishtar and Sekani."
'Fuck...'
Seto thought to himself. "And the third?"
Seto
heard Jasmine quiver through the phone.
"Sadie Halliday and
Tyson McKinley."
'TRIPLE FUCK!!'
Seto felt half the color drain from his face. Sadie Halliday and Tyson McKinley were two of the most dangerous vampire hunters in Japan. Messing with them meant dancing with death.
"We'll
be there as soon as we can." Seto said.
"Hurry?"
Jasmine asked before hanging up after a loud crash.
"What is
it, what's wrong?" Ryou asked, worried sick now.
"No
time to explain. Unless we can find a car, we gotta get there
quick.
"What about Jou and Honda?" Bakura asked.
"They'll get suspicious if we're not back."
"Never
mind them for now. There's something really wrong with Vlad and
Jasmine had three squads to deal with on her own."
"Three?"
The paler vamp, following after his partner-in-crime as he took off
down the street.
"Kaiba! KAIBA! WAIT! GET BACK HERE AND TELL
ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!"
--
"That
would be nice to know." Jou said, moving away from the window.
He'd heard his name from outside and Seto talking so he became
curious. Now he was just confused.
"Look, Jou, whatever it
is, it's probably their own business."
"It's my business
too when it concerns my sexy CEO!" Jou barked, grabbing his
jacket and pushing his way outside. "Come on! We're tailing
them!"
"Jou...not
a good idea..." Honda warned.
"Aw, shaddup! Whoever this
jasmine chick is, she sounds like she's in big trouble. They might
need back-up." Jou winked. "Or someone to care for them in
case anyone gets injured...like on the chest...or below the
belt-"
"Pervert." Honda moaned as he followed his
gay friend.
(Play ending theme song: 'House of Wolves' by My Chemical Romance)
--
'Look, just be thankful this computer is even working at all.
And that I can get those files back. THAT'S lucky.
Thanks for reading, hopefully I'll get the next chapter out before September'
-Digi12, explanation for not updating,
July 30th, 2007
January 1st, 2008 5:54 P.M.:
THE RETURN OF THE GREAT DIGI12:
Digi12: --meekly walks out-- Hi everybody! You'll never believe why this too me so long!
Fangirls; --impatient,
waiting idly for the crappy explanation--
Digi12: --Sweatdrop--
Well, it's a funny story. And it all starts in Bermuda with an albino
penguin, Led Zeppelin, the Y2K-plus-7 bug –le SHOT!--
Fangirls: --thinking-- 'You're right...we DON'T believe it...'
Digi12: --groans from multiple bullet wounds-- Right, right...I'll update soon...Me no own MCR...or YGO... --Passes out from blood loss—