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Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh
Title: Unarmed and Extremely Dangerous: 3-5: Look This Way!
Characters: Seto, Otogi
Word Count: chapter: 4,399||story: 13,105
Genre: Friendship, Drama, Humor||Rated: PG-13
Feedback: All forms eagerly accepted. Concrit is loved the most, but everything is welcome.
Summary: Caught up in a bank robbery, Seto and Otogi must deal with the robbers. Their only weapons are a deck of cards and a handful of dice. Luckily, that's all they're going to need.
"I don't like how he's looking at you." Otogi shifted, still trying to figure out a good way to get all six bank robbers looking at anything that wasn't him or Kaiba, preferably all at the same time. Making people not look at him wasn't one of his major skill sets. Unfortunately, not being good at something didn't mean he wasn't going to have to find a way to do it.
The fact the robber leader, Oshiro, kept staring at Kaiba with a look in his eyes not unlike Otogi'd seen Yuugi give an especially tasty hamburger didn't make anything any better. It was hard to read expressions through a mask, but the quick looks, the tenseness to the robber's shoulders, and the way he murmured to his companions while still staring at Kaiba all added up to trouble in Otogi's opinion. His instincts all screamed this had nothing to do with the potential ransom, but something much more annoying. Exactly what that might be Otogi still didn't know, but he didn't like it no matter what.
Kaiba glanced up only briefly, then looked back toward Otogi, a hint of annoyance in his lowered tone. "You'd prefer he looked at you like that?"
"Not especially." Otogi shrugged, thoughts and schemes still scurrying around in the back of his mind. There was an answer somewhere. He just hadn't found it yet. That look kept distracting him. Whatever he's got in mind, I want to know what it is. Anything their captors did could affect how he worked getting the two of them out of there.
"Aren't they ever going to let us go?" One of the girls who'd first admired, then outed, Otogi whined. Otogi recognized which one of them it was at once, the one who'd actually pointed him out, Maruyama. The other one, Endo, the duelist who also played Dungeon Dice Monsters, remained silent, holding her deck close to her. They'd spoken to each other a little earlier, though he hadn't really paid enough attention to notice what they were saying. Other matters kept his attention for right now.
Those girls. Something twitched in the deeper recesses of his mind, the first flicker of an idea. He wasn't sure of how good of an idea it was, but it was an idea.
Said idea would have to wait its turn, however, as Oshiro stalked over to Kaiba and cleared his throat in a poor imitation of an imperial manner. "Hey, you, rich-boy."
Kaiba didn't even look up from his work. Otogi wasn't in a position to see what he was doing, but he suspected the bank blueprints vanished the moment Oshiro took a step toward them and something innocuous and boring took their place. He wondered if it would be more profit and loss figures or something equally bland, such as rescheduling important meetings.
Oshiro cleared his throat again, eyes narrowing as he glowered down at Kaiba. "Hey! I'm talking to you!" He didn't quite cock his gun but he did raise it enough to draw attention. Kaiba spared him a glance, his left eyebrow tilted up a small fraction to indicate his displeasure at being interrupted.
"Do you have an appointment? I'm being held up."
Otogi saw no reason not to bury his head in his hands for a brief second, mostly to cover the fact he wanted to break out into gales of hysterical laughter. He suspected from the way the other's fingers tensed on the trigger that he felt much the same way, though laughter probably wasn't what he would stifle.
Otogi wasn't surprised at all when the bank robber glared down at Kaiba. Of course, better men than this one had tried and failed to freeze Kaiba Seto with a look. Otogi didn't see that changing in the near future. "Funny. Real funny. You're rich, right?" He didn't wait for any smart answers from Kaiba. That was a shame, in Otogi's opinion. He would've liked to hear what they were. "You've got limos and ships and helicopters and who knows what else, right? Well, I want one of those helicopters on the roof. As fast as you can get it. With a pilot who won't ask stupid questions."
Kaiba leaned back, something that vaguely resembled a smile on his lips. "Why should I?" There was the businessman, the bargainer, the one who wanted to know what he was going to get out of all of this, who wanted to know why he should put in his effort in to doing anything.
Otogi could all but see the gears grinding in Oshiro's head. It was a good question, after all. What could they possibly offer Kaiba that he didn't have twelve of, if not more?
Oshiro lifted the gun and pointed it first at Kaiba, then swung his arm so it trained directly on Otogi. "I don't know if you know this guy or like him and I don't give a damn. Get us a helicopter or I start shooting people."
A few years earlier, Otogi suspected, that might not have bothered Kaiba Seto at all. Otogi wasn't even certain of how much it bothered him now. But he did know that Kaiba pulled his cell phone out and started to dial.
"Mokuba." His crisp words echoed in the lobby, various people, robbers and hostages alike, turning toward him. "I need a helicopter here, as soon as you can get it. Yes, they can land on the roof. They're to avoid contact with the police at all costs. Just a pilot, that's all." He glanced at Oshiro, then away, his attention seemingly fixed on some random point on the far side of the room. "Yes, I'll be getting on it. So will Otogi. And them. I'll contact you again after that."
Oshiro's teeth ground at that. Otogi covered a smirk; even when Kaiba was being held at gunpoint he managed to maintain some kind of control. There's no way he plans for us to actually get on that thing with them. So far as he could tell, there wasn't any reason to stop working on their first plan. Which meant he still needed to work up a distraction.
He glanced at the girls again; would that work? The idea flickered and flamed in the back of his mind. It had possibilities, he was certain of that much. He just had to work out the wrinkles before putting it into action.
His attention was yanked back to Kaiba before he could get to the mental ironing. "You're not in charge here, rich boy!" Oshiro snapped, gunhand trembling. Otogi wondered if it would be wrong to tell him to calm down before he did something they might all regret, such as firing that gun. "So stop giving orders like you are! We're the ones with the guns! We're the ones who can blow your brains out in a heartbeat!"
"And if you had the brains to use those guns right, I might actually be disturbed by you. Instead, you annoy me." Kaiba replied, his words frosted with ice. "I have important plans to take care of and you're interfering. If getting you a helicopter means getting rid of you, then I'll do it. But don't expect a single yen out of me or my brother."
Otogi couldn't at all help snickering then. Oshiro glared at him before he stalked back to his friends, muttering words under his breath that Otogi doubted most young children should hear. He wasn't entirely certain most adults would want to hear them either.
"You like to live dangerously, don't you?" He glanced toward Kaiba as he spoke, amused more than anything else.
Kaiba shrugged, returning his attention to his laptop. "What other way is worth living?"
Otogi wasn't going to argue about that. Instead, he glanced at the girls yet again, putting together the details of what he needed to do for this. He couldn't be entirely certain this would work, but short of trying to throw dice at windows that wouldn't break, he didn't have any better ideas. "Ready for a distraction?" He dropped his voice just enough for only Kaiba to hear him. Every passing second meant that the helicopter, and their potential abduction for who knew where, drew closer. Time to cut that potential completely.
Kaiba's reply was a single quick nod of his head. Otogi shifted until he was closer to the girls and gave them his third best smile, the one he used most often when trying to convince people to do something that would be against their better judgment. "Hey, think you two can do me a favor? You really wouldn't believe how grateful I'd be."
Oshiro wasn't certain if he wanted to scream in frustration or be smug that the helicopter was on its way. It had better be anyway. He had no qualms about killing all of these people if it wasn't there soon enough. He did not want to stay stuck in here until he had to make some sort of deal with the cops. In and out, that's what was supposed to happen!
Damn it, why did rich people have to exist and screw up all of his plans? Couldn't they just live on a mountaintop where he wouldn't have to worry about them?
He breathed a little deeply, trying to get himself under control. He could see his men watching him and he had to keep them from losing it too. Already one or two of them glanced at the door, knowing that out there were cops that would happily carry them away to live the next ten or twenty years behind bars. He'd promised them better than that and he was going to live up to it. Exactly how he would do this with everything spiraling out of his control he hadn't worked out yet. Damn rich people.
"Well?" Nakajima murmured, leaning in closer to him. "Did you get him to do it? Saw him using his phone."
Oshiro nodded. "Don't know how far we can trust him, but it's on the way." Oshiro seldom trusted anyone who wasn't one of his gang. Life was safer that way. There were days he wondered if he trusted them anyway. Especially with all the cash they had available right now. Maybe I don't need them anymore. Not once I get everything I can out of the rich boys. It was a pleasant thought and he kept it close to his heart. Loot kept for one person far outweighed loot split six different ways.
He leaned back against one of the walls and watched as his men shuffled about, changing who kept guard over the hostages. Can't wait to get out of here. Where would they go after they got into the helicopter? That was something he hadn't thought of yet and he cursed himself as he did. It was easier to track a helicopter through the air than a van or a car through the streets. Maybe he could get Kaiba to rent them a vehicle of some kind after they landed somewhere and they could blend into Domino City traffic until finding a good place to hole up.
For that matter, where could they even land the helicopter? What sounded like a good idea ten minutes earlier now grew an extra set of issues all its own. He wanted to scream; couldn't something in his life actually be simple for once? You solve one problem and ten more jump on top of you. Even getting Kaiba to rent a car wouldn't work; there were too many ways that could be traced and lead the cops right to wherever they were.
Wait. He grinned; there just might be a way out of this after all. It would require trusting someone who wasn't actually in the gang, but at the moment, choices were slim to the point Oshiro didn't care. Miyake's cousin wanted in on this. If he can drive us somewhere safe, then he can get a cut.Not a big cut, of course, but something to keep him happy. The next obstacle would be contacting him without anyone else knowing what was going on. Always something.
Oshiro stood up and began to take the first step toward Miyake. Before he'd so much as shifted his weight, a fresh obstacle presented itself.
"Stop it!" His head snapped around at the sudden cry, a female voice raised in shrill anger. One of the hostages, a teenager, shoved at another one. "This is all your fault! If you didn't want to put your stupid check in, we wouldn't be here right now!"
"No one said you had to come with me!" The other one snapped, shoving back almost hard enough to knock the other over. Her friend, if that was the right term at the moment, recovered enough to return the shove with interest. "You could've stayed home! I didn't even want you to come, remember? I can do this myself!"
"And look what you got into doing it by yourself! Look at what you got both of us into!"
Oshiro didn't know at first if he wanted to go over there and stop it or find out where the employee break room was so he could get a little popcorn. He hadn't seen a catfight like that since the last time his sisters got into it.
"We'd better stop this." Abe muttered with a groan. "They could be at it all night if we don't." Oshiro might not have agreed, if he hadn't added one more sentence. "They might make a rush for the door, let all those cops in here with us."
If he had to choose between being rushed by cops ready to arrest him or rushed by zombies ready to eat him, Oshiro decided he'd rather have the zombies. Since they weren't an actual option, he would at least avoid the cops altogether. Besides, these girls might not be as stupid as they sounded. This could be some kind of distraction so some of the others could make a run for the door.
He gestured briefly for Miyake to keep an eye turned that way, just to be safe, then tucked his gun away. These were just a couple of kids, after all, and he suspected they were more stressed out by everything than making any kind of grand plans for escape. It's kind of my fault. He wasn't sure if he actually felt guilty or not, but he wanted to at least calm things down. It meant less aspirin chewing later.
"All right, all right, break it up!" He glowered at them, not quite ready to start manhandling them. If by some great mischance he ended up in jail over this, he would already have grand theft and whatever you called taking two of the richest guys in Domino City hostage. He didn't want a sexual harassment charge as well.
Neither girl so much as looked at him, still screaming insults to one another at the top of their lungs and shoving back and forth. Oshiro growled; why did all of this have to happen during his bank robbery? Wasn't there someone else committing crimes somewhere else in Domino who could deal with this better?
"I said, break it up!" Oshiro shouted as loud as his lungs could manage, pulling his gun out. Whether he used it or not, he didn't want anyone forgetting that he had it. "I don't give a damn who started it. This is a bank robbery! You're not kids on the playground, you're hostages! So sit down, shut up, and wait for us to let you go, because the cops aren't going to storm in here and save you and even if they tried, it wouldn't work." At the last second he reminded himself not to mention to two obviously hysterical teenagers that he and his men would likely enough use them as shields to protect themselves from the cops if the situation called for it. He also tried hard not to feel like a harassed teacher.
Both girls stopped in mid-screech and stared at him, eyes round and huge as if they'd forgotten he was there at all. One of them, the one who'd first yelled he thought, drew in a deep breath. He glared down at her with his best "I am an insane killer and will shoot you as soon as look at you" glare. He'd spent weeks practicing it in the mirror just for this job and according to all of his men it worked to perfection, mask or no mask. "Do you have something to say?" Ice formed on every single word. He wasn't to be trifled with. He was in charge here. Even Kaiba Seto did what he said, like it or not.
Her attention flickered from one side to the other, looking for support from those around her. Most of the other hostages stared at her as if she were the scum on their shoes, or worse, the person responsible for possibly getting them all horribly killed. Her head dropped and shoulders slumped.
"No, sir." She sounded suitably cowed, her voice just on the edge of hearing. He didn't care what she felt like, so long as she did what she was told.
"Good. Now, this really is almost over for most of you. Once my men and I are somewhere safe, we'll call the cops and let them know it's safe to come get you. You'll be home in time for dinner." He knew that was a lie. They'd probably be lucky to make it home in time for bed, with all the statements, names, phone numbers, and everything else the cops would want to get from them. But that wasn't his problem. Well, not really, anyway.
He started back to the desk where he and the others who weren't actively watching the hostages sat, trying to figure out how long it would be until that copter got there. It probably wouldn't be that much longer; these rich people could get things done fast.
Almost as if his thoughts conjured it up, the familiar whirling of helicopter blades echoed over the building and he grinned in satisfaction. "There we are." Perfect timing. Now to gather everyone up, lock the non-rich hostages somewhere safe to keep them from screaming for the front door the moment their backs were all turned, and head up to the top of the building. That is where it's going to land, isn't it? That was something else he hadn't thought about. He hated having to plan on the fly; it was never his best strength and probably never would be.
Well, that was why he had a convenient captive, someone who could answer those pesky issues for him. He turned to where Kaiba and the other one were, question forming on his lips.
Forming and died there, even as he whirled to do a quick headcount, and came up two short. His fingers clenched around his gun's grip. He'd heard of Murphy's Law. If anyone named Murphy turned up in his sights, they were dead now. "Where did those two go?"
Otogi flopped down into the bank manager's comfortable cushioned chair and took a long breath of clean, non-captive air. Air which had also been recycled through the air conditioner who knew how many times, but he currently failed to care. What he did care about was what they were going to do next.
"Hope they don't figure out the girls did that on purpose." Using other people was second nature to Otogi but he didn't like people to suffer from it. Most of the time. Besides, they'd done it because of him. If people suffered from doing things for him, less people would want to do things for him.
"I suspect they'll have other matters to deal with: such as finding us." Kaiba sat down in the opposite chair and flipped his laptop open again. "They shot out the main security cameras, probably to avoid getting their faces recorded."
"They're not complete idiots." Otogi acknowledged with some reluctance. Making Kaiba send for a helicopter wasn't the work of a total idiot, after all. He wasn't yet willing to consider them smart, though. In his opinion, a smart bank robber wouldn't have even shown his face there at all, or needed to. Granted, this wouldn't make them any easier to deal with. Idiots were harder to predict, because they'd always do what you didn't expect them to.
Kaiba's fingers flew over the keys with the speed only doing so for hours a day could grant to one. "I've dealt with more intelligent opponents. As I said, they took out the main security cameras, but I have a secondary system that they didn't see. I'm going to send the feed from that to police headquarters. That should give them an idea of how many there are and what they look like."
Otogi leaned back, lacing his fingers behind his head, and set his feet up on the desk. "Do I want to know how you can do all of that?"
The brunet looked up at him, the first inklings of a smirk teasing across his features. "I own this bank."
"I should've known." Otogi shook his head. If it existed in Domino City, then Kaiba either owned it already, wanted to own it, or had plans to own it and just hadn't had the time to buy it yet, with very few exceptions.
He glanced around the room; it would be obvious where they were if the robbers found the service corridors. This was probably the only room in the building that was locked at the moment, which might keep them safe now, but could prove troublesome if they didn't move out soon. "Got any more bright ideas?"
"Yes. We need to separate them and take them down. They'll figure out where we are sooner or later, hopefully sooner. We can knock them out and let the police take it from there."
Otogi lifted an eyebrow. When he'd said 'bright ideas' he hadn't meant blindingly insane. "Did I hear you say we're going to knock them out? As in, six armed men, at least some of which look like they could benchpress a large bulldozer?"
Kaiba met his eyes, that smirk far more in existence now. Otogi'd seen that look before, usually about ten seconds before he ordered Blue Eyes White Dragon to destroy some idiot on the dueling field. "Is it too much for you to deal with?"
"Of course not!" He'd handled much worse threats than some idiots who thought guns were the only way to solve a problem. He slipped his dice out of his pocket and tossed them, snatching them from the air a heartbeat later. "You do realize that this is insane, right? All we have are our good looks, our brains, your laptop, and my dice."
He wasn't used to Kaiba smiling, even if it were more of a smirk. Something about it just didn't look right. This was the sort of smile that caused young children to wail to their mothers about the scary tall man. "We also have this." He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a very familiar item: his dueling deck.
"I stand corrected." Otogi drawled, still leaning back in the chair. He saw no reason to move just yet. This was a much more comfortable position than anything out in the lobby. "Our good looks, our brains, your laptop, my dice, and your deck. And they have us outnumbered, with hostages and guns." His smile wasn't one that would've won him any points with ladies or gentlemen, unless they were the type to enjoy a good psychotic look.
Kaiba shrugged, his attention going right back to his laptop. Otogi wasn't certain of what he was doing now, but he at least hoped it was something to even the odds. "What else are we going to need?"
He had a point there. Just going on brains alone they had the advantage. Everything else just made it better. "We might be outnumbered, but I never have been outclassed, and I don't think I'm going to start now. Not by them anyway."
"Good." Kaiba closed his laptop and slid it into his case, sealing the locks as he did. "The sooner we get started on this the better. I'm still willing to listen to your deal if we can get done soon enough. Though you might as well come to the mansion for it. I'm not delaying my plans for tonight any longer than I have to. Mokuba and I planned on going to KaibaLand today. I'm sure he won't object to watching us play your game instead, then we can deal with your proposal over dinner."
Otogi's lips twitched for a moment. The idea of eating at Kaiba's place wasn't a horrible one, nor was conducting the negotiations there. But there were other considerations as well. "I thought the point of coming to mine was because I have the setup for Dungeon Dice Monsters there."
"I've asked Mokuba to recreate it at the mansion. It should be ready by the time we get there." Kaiba gave him a cool blue look. "Now, are we going to do this or did you want to stand around complaining about what we do after it?"
As much as Otogi wanted to continue to complain, he didn't. The important part was getting all of this done as soon as possible. He could complain afterward. Especially if Mokuba got any minute detail of the setup wrong. "Fine, fine. It doesn't take that much to set up anyway." He decided he would give Kaiba an extra hard beating at the game once they were there. Just for the hell of it, of course.
"Then let's do it. I checked on the security feed to the lobby and they're splitting up to come look for us. We need to get into place before they get too close to here."
Otogi pulled himself to his feet and slowly stared into Kaiba's eyes. He was going to find whoever arranged this day and hurt them in as many creative ways as possible as soon as it was convenient for him. "And you couldn't have said this two minutes ago?"
To Be Continued