I'm back again with another chapter, although this one's quite a bit shorter than the last one. I was going to make it longer, with it switching between Anzu and Yami, but decided not to because Anzu's side is giving me (more) issues. So I'm just put this one out there now.
Okay, just to get this out of the way, I don't smoke or drink or anything. I'm also not suggesting it to anyone or saying it's cool. I just put it in here because it fits. So please. DON'T. DO. IT! Whew, now that we have that covered, I'm going to continue with the chapter.
Yami groaned when he saw just how big the first storehouse was. It was monstrous! Honestly speaking, it probably covered thousands of square feet, and that wasn't even counting the underground levels. Yami's head was pounding, but it wasn't even going to compare to his feet later.
In an effort to calm down, Yami pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it up. There was a long pause as Yami procrastinated going inside the building.
Once the cigarette was halfway burned, there wasn't time to be putting it off any longer. Yami ground it out and took his first step into the storehouse.
There were no lights inside. Maybe he should've brought a flashlight. Oh, well. There was still a lot of light coming from outside. The problem would come when night fell.
Crates were all over the place around the room. They were haphazardly laying all over the ground and they were also covered in a good inch of dust, so Yami knew that this storehouse had been abandoned for some time. He searched each and every box (and the hard concrete floor) for any disturbed dirt or dust, or even just any sort of sign that someone had been there recently.
His reward for all of that work: nada. Not one clue.
And there were still plenty of rooms like that one to inspect.
By the time that Kaiba called around noon, Yami had finished about half of the rooms on the top level of the storehouse. It was so quiet that he practically had a heart attack when his phone rang so loudly that it echoed off the walls, which didn't help his headache any.
"Are you trying to kill me Kaiba?!" Yami shouted into the phone. "Your call just scared the living shit out of me."
"Good, you need a good scare every once in a while. It's healthy. Anyway, did you find anything yet?"
"Not a damn thing. What's with all of these locations you gave me? They're huge as hell! Shouldn't you have several inspection teams working on this? I have other things to do, and I'm only one person."
"It's not me who gave the order," Kaiba snapped. "It was Dragon who gave it, so don't complain to me! I also thought that the teams would be better, but Dragon just ducked the question and said that you should do the job. So you better not screw it up."
"Yeah, whatever."
Yami hung up the phone in disgust and resumed his search. Not once did he think to look up. If he had, he would've noticed the glittering pair of eyes that were watching him with amusement from the exposed rafters.