It was the last day of Yami's class, and Anzu sat at her assigned spot while waiting to be called in to complete the obstacle course.

The manicurist she was used to seeing from the Kaiba mansion had attended to her earlier, giving her pretty, nude, extensions that were tasteful. But they were longer than the nails she was used to wearing.

Throughout the two weeks, Yami had challenged them endlessly in ways that gave her a tiny peek into Yami's own training and world.

It made her feel like she'd been invited to an exclusive girl's brunch, except between all the friendship bracelet making and manicures, they were blindfolded while loading a gun and willingly subjecting themselves to what Yami angrily called 'sexist disadvantages' a woman might have in the field, and she had to agree.

They were silently mistreated often—underestimated or just plain discriminated against for 'being weaker', having boobs, and a period.

The tone changed in the middle of week one, where Yami gave empowering tips on how to stay feminine, while also managing to kick ass.

He called it, "remaining human", and Anzu could tell it made some of her co-workers uncomfortable, but she understood why Yami would say it like that.

Having manicures and being feminine was Yami's way of maintaining his humanity while slaughtering thousands. He mentioned that he was forced to believe that his identity as a human didn't matter, and all thatdid matter was the commands in his ear telling him to move.

So he said maintaining traits about themselves as people wouldn't stop them unless they let it.

His example was his hair. He'd grown it out when previously, he'd decided that being bald was better. Less hassle, and same with the nails. Nubs.

Jewelry? Don't even think about it.

He said it made him feel like an inhuman robot with a gun, which...he was.

That sent a chill down Anzu's spine, and she wondered if Seto knew about this.

So she had opted to do the obstacle course with a fresh set of nails, a couple centimeters longer than what she would normally wear.

Yami had challenged the entire class to get nail extensions, and train to stay stellar.

He himself wore a set or rounded tips in a nude color, looking natural, but if anyone knew him–they would know that he meticulously kept it that way.

He had promised he wouldn't be grading them on how well their manicure survived at the end. It was the effort to wear it, and to hopefully not lose an identity while being 'an officer'.

His words at the end of that class had moved a few women to angry tears and Yami received full-on hugs from them, when Anzu knew they had all been given red-flag instructions on "not to touch the asset unless instructed".

But Yami had opened up so much to them, being comfortable acting openly gay, that everyone was instantly put at ease. His rhetoric in the classes almost sounded like 'man hate', but after thinking about it, Anzu and the other women recalled a man in their lives having done exactly what Yami described, so, no hate.

Only truth.

If his goal was to make them feel like a powerful, covert group of sisters, then it had worked.

Some of the women questioned if it was tactical, and if it was, so what?

They were being handed advantages that could save lives.

And in one exercise, Yami graded them as a group, emphasizing that they were stronger together at the end of the day, and to pick a female partner if possible, to give them the same advantages, because men would only slow them down.

Yami was eerily aware of the partnership training they received, and after giving Anzu a nervous look at the end of week 1, they agreed to keep it confidential that he'd learned details of their academy training from her.

Now they were all ready.

She felt like the exclusive club perks were about to pay off.

Already a top officer in her field, she didn't think she needed a retest, but now after learning everything Yami had put them through, she was certain she was going to set a record.

Yami was certain of it too.

He was the one studying the obstacle course footage from the beginning.

He'd essentially looked at the test and then added his own training in the middle, so everyone was silently confident as they sat in their seats, waiting for the instructional officer to call them in.

Yami had done a motivational speech for them before leaving once and for all, and he expressed that he cherished their training time together and that he expected them all to set or smashthe records.

The male records.

Not the records set for female officers.

He said because of what he'd seen and the drastic improvement, every single person would take up the first page of the "star officer" list.

Then he left via security escort, and a few co-workers instantly gravitated to Anzu to ask if she knew him "on the outside". They wanted to remain friends, genuinely, because they felt a connection with him, and Anzu promised she would ask if Yami wanted to, but deep down, she knew Seto Kaiba would hate it, so she mentioned that cautiously, "his boyfriend would hate it..."

"We know," the women said, rolling their eyes. "Our husbands would hate it too, and so what?"

Right, well, okay then, Anzu thought as she admired her gleaming manicure. So pretty.

Yami knew how to be so charismatic, this was the most fun she'd had 'in training' in any memory.

What combat instructor brought in string so they could spend a lunch hour weaving bracelets for each other?

Yami did.

And then share tips about the kinds of hair gel or spray that stuck down the best for 'neat looking hair' when heads were stuffed inside tactical helmets?

Yami did.

"Mazaki, Anzu?" The instructor dipped his head out of the hallway and raised his clipboard, so Anzu stood up and smoothed her blazer down, ready.

She was well-rested and ate cleanly as per Yami's request.

He said they didn't have to be so strict with their diets, but knowing an event like a test was coming up, it was always better to have a physical advantage.

After all, men did that all the time.

So they should schedule the retest at the peaks of their physical limits.

For some women, that meant week 2 or 3 in their cycles.

"Mazaki-saaan! Ganbatte!"

"Go Anzu!"

Anzuuuu-sann! You can do it! Go on!"

There were supportive cheers from her co-workers and she turned to give them a confident wave, patting her bicep muscle in a playful flex, winking, and following the instructor down the hallway to the testing area.

She was going to fucking smash it.

"Oh, hey! Look at this!" Yami paraded the electronic pad around the room, first to show Mokuba, who made a face, grunted, and waved him away, so he walked it over to show Isono, who glanced at it, nodded formally, and stayed standing at his post.

Yami reached Seto's desk, placing the tablet down beside his elbow.

"What, just tell me," Seto said coldly, knowing this was why he got zero work done when 'working from home'. It was just Yami's way of having sex on tap and keeping him nearby every two hours. He was fine with it...

But that meant not being disturbed between those two hours so he could get work done—

"Look! Please look," Yami nudged Seto's elbow with a ring-adorned hand. "Praise me. I did well."

Seto huffed and hit 'save', then glanced down at the pad to see a long list of police officer profiles. Ugh. The only name and face he recognized was Anzu, at the top as the first profile. Okay, so what?

"I don't get it," he said, and he turned back to his own work. "Don't shove a bunch of random cop's faces in my face in the middle of my perfectly fine day."

"Ditto!" Mokuba called from his corner, and Yami gave them all an exasperated smile.

"Come on you two, these are the results of my two-week class," Yami said with a beaming smile, ready to text Anzu about it. "I'm sending them all flowers."

"Don't waste money," Seto responded coldly, and Mokuba echoed, "ditto!"

Yami shook his head to himself and walked out of the room to take the call, scrolling down the page three more times, and then finally seeing men's faces after the first 28 profiles of women.

PERFECT.

A sweeping victory, as he'd planned.

That had been immensely satisfying!

Everyone in his class had placed above all the men who were currently on the force.

Laying down with a pof! on the couch cushions, Yami reached for his phone on the table and texted Anzu to congratulate her.

"I'm so proud of you!" he wrote, and received an instantaneous answer, as a photo.

The image loaded and it was of nails. Several hands were in the frame, showing off still gleaming manicures, and the stickers decorating the border of the photo was the date, and caption, "finished retest day with my girls! (after photo!)"

"BROKE ZERO NAILS!" Anzu replied in all-caps enthusiasm. "You should've seen the captain's face. We're doing a celebratory girl's dinner at [location pin] on [Friday, May 8th!] Wanna pop in and give out hugs? Everyone would love to see you! It's an after-work meet up, so whoever we 'randomly meet' in the restaurant shouldn't be an issue hahaha"

"I'm there," Yami said with a beaming smile. "Can I send you the flowers and have you deliver them to everyone's desk? I'm sorry it's a lot to ask...that's 27 flowers to shuttle around the building..."

"Of course! YES YES!" Anzu replied with a cheerful rose emoji. "Everyone kinda treats me like I'm the class rep hahaa, so shuttling congrats flowers around is totally on the list of duties! See you fridaaayyy++++xxxooo kissess! Don't bring any computer nerds! Us only, okay?"

I won't bring Seto, he won't even look at their faces, Yami rolled his eyes and replied, "he's busy. I've been keeping him home [wink]."

And the response was harsh. "haaa haaaa. Don't make me block you. :heart:"

Smiling to himself, Yami tucked his phone away and leaned back to keep scrolling through the faces of the officers, pausing in shock when he thought he saw a familiar face.

It was "Ken", last name redacted, because this was the static page the agency gave Anzu to let him see the results of the training.

And he looked unmistakably like...the blond physical trainer Seto had hired.

Keith.

This man had slipped through their own vetting because the agency knew they were hiring a trainer!

A flood of red haze rushed to the front of his mind and Yami stood in a furious rage to throw the pad against the nearest wall, seeing it hit the stone surface and shatter, making him regret the action instantly, but he was still buzzing with anger.

Anzu, he'd personally approved. Joey as well. This was a breach of his trust with the agency.

The friendly exchange was over. Seto...and Mokuba, were right. Again. As always. He wanted to trust, and this kind of thing—inserting an agent into their daily lives—was making it hard for them to allow him to trust anyone new, safely.

Seto came running into the room because he'd heard something shatter, and he skidded to a halt, his heart sinking when he saw Yami had an outburst, and he didn't move, holding his hands out tentatively for a hug.

"Hey...What's wrong?" he said quietly, walking with slow, careful steps to sit down at the far end of the wide couch. "Come here. What happened?"

He noticed the pad shattered in the corner and saw Isono enter the room with a dustpan, so he called out carefully, "nope. Stay there, Isono. I'll call you in when we're ready."

"No, it's...fine, I'm...fine!" Yami insisted as he pressed a knuckle to his temple and paced the length of the couch for a brief second before forcing himself to sit down. He was SO angry, he was shaking.

Did this mean he'd made a mistake with Anzu? She had to know, right?

Or...maybe she didn't! Some department under her might have sent 'Keith' into their home to be Seto's personal trainer. And she wouldn't know.

"Yami...?" Seto asked carefully, and he saw Mokuba come dashing in, and he held a hand up, "no, kid. Stay out. We're having a talk."

Mokuba did a fast 180 and walked away from the door with a swish of his long black hair.

Yep, nope. He was not going to hang around Yami having an episode.

He'd only heard about how scary it was through Shizuka about a wine glass and Yami having attacked Seto in his sleep mid-sex. Or something.

"Going to Nat's house!" Mokuba called through the hallway and quickly picked up his laptop to be...out of the house. Just in case he saw Yami doing something illegal.

"Bye, come back for dinner," Seto said at a normal volume, taking care not to yell, because Yami was withdrawing, sitting in a furious, arms-crossed, legs-crossed position on the couch in front of him.

Yami stood up again and snatched up his phone to call Anzu. He didn't care anymore. If she didn't know, he would invite that trainer over and put bullets in him, and then put bullets in his direct, next-in-command supervisor. Because FUCK THEM.

The phone rang twice and Anzu picked up quickly as usual, "Oh...babe, I'm... at my desk... at work, so I can't say much, okay? Is there an emergency? You never call this phone when I'm at—"

"Did you know about Keith?" Yami asked poisonously, and Anzu frowned, shaking her head even though she knew Yami couldn't see her.

"Who?" She asked timidly, wondering if Seto was cheating on Yami with another guy.

Scumbag.

"...Someone else Seto's seeing? Romantically?"

"Did you know...about him? Yes. Or NO!" Yami snarled, and Anzu on the other end, gripped her phone.

H-Holy shit. No?!

Seto tensed and curled his fingers over his knee.

What the fuck was happening?

"No! Oh my gosh, how bad is it?! Did you find..." She bent her head under her desk to whisper, "Nudes? On whose phone? Don't panic. I'll come over right now, wanna meet somewhere?"

Yami blinked. What? Nude photos? No!

….

So she didn't know. Good.

"No. An agent, named Keith Howard...or should I say, Ken," Yami said slowly, and Seto's eyes widened so much, he could see the whites around his blue irises. Yeah. That reaction.

"Ken... Ken what? Uhmmm Is he ...under me? Duh, of course he is, lemme...see..." Anzu mindlessly tapped her computer and saw a 'Ken Iwata' come up as a tactical field agent. Wow okay. "I have one result. Ken... probably shouldn't tell you his last name until I know why? Should I be worried that you know his field alias?"

"No, I don't need to know his last name because you're right. I know him. I just wanted to know if you did," Yami said calmly, now hiding his emotions with a smooth smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Who is his direct supervisor, and I might have some intel on the project they're working on."

"Oh," Anzu was taken aback by the sudden helpfulness and nodded, pulling up the info and seeing one of her organized crime heads, a man friends with her ex-partner who had taken the bribe... Should she tell Yami?

It might endanger the field supervisor.

Because Yami was dangerous...

"Waiting," Yami said coldly, and Anzu broke out into a nervous sweat.

She was disclosing intel willingly without a solid reason from the person requesting it...

Seto was drawing a line over his throat and Yami shook his head, turning to face away from him, understanding that Anzu was hesitating, so he gave her exactly what he knew she wanted to hear.

"This man betrayed my trust," Yami said with a growl. "You and I have an understanding that goes beyond work. This man and his supervisor are slimy pieces of shit. You and I can have a disagreement about what encompasses 'heroic field work', but I'll tell you right now, if you give me his supervisor's name, you won't lose an ounce of sleep."

Anzu blinked and slowly nodded. Oh boy. Some...work conflict had happened. But she didn't know people from her department had even contacted Yami, after her encounter with him.

"Want me to deal with it internally?" She asked delicately, knowing this might not work. "I don't know what you guys...got into a fight about, but I can...take care of it from this side so you don't have to show your face?"

"No. Stay out of it," Yami said with a deep, emotionless tone that sent a chill down her spine. "Better for you, your job, your overall well-being. What you should do is look at replacements for the supervisor. Name, now. Or I will find out anyway. I'm asking ...as a friend, Anzu."

Seto sat very still, and watched Yami say, "thank you. And you know I value your friendship more than what happens at work, you know that right?"

A pause.

And Yami's eyes narrowed chillingly.

"Good day, Anzu. See you Friday."

And he hung up.

Seto shook his head and waited expectantly for Yami to start ranting, but to his rising shock, Yami sat back down and angled his head to the side to stare off into the space above the coffee table, with his arms and legs tightly crossed.

"So... What happened, can you tell me now?" Seto asked cautiously, and Yami talked to the space above the coffee table in monotone.

"Your personal trainer, Keith, is a plant. I saw his profile in the list of active agents, and they must've blocked our rigorous vetting. His name is Ken, and I was just calling Anzu to get his direct supervisor's name, because I'm going to put a bullet in both of them."

Seto blinked, and his heart dropped to his feet.

W-What.

"Hang on, we... So," Seto pinched his brow and palmed his face. "Anzu doesn't know?"

Wow, seriously.

Fuck the agency for still sniffing around them!

Yami was trying to trust strangers and assimilate again. This was regressive, and that was shown by the way he'd thrown the pad, in an enraged moment of betrayal.

"I confirmed she didn't know, because then she'd get a bullet too, friend or not," Yami snarled, feeling another rush of rage, and Seto was obviously being kind, trying to calm him down. "Call him over. We're getting rid of him."

Seto let out a sigh and nodded. He slipped his phone out and paused, "you're going to...kill him? Because an incoming call from my phone will incriminate us. Come on, Yami, are you using a clear head?"

"I'm not going to kill him, I'm going to hurt him and his supervisor," Yami enunciated, his angular eyes narrowed so much, Seto felt another shiver go down his spine.

"Can you wait until I find another...trainer?" Seto asked as he watched Yami stand slowly and walk out the door. "Y-Yami? ….Hey, I love you... Yami? Where are you going?"

Saying, 'I love you' usually worked.

Nope, not this time.

He was being ignored.

Yami was climbing the master staircase and dismissing the maids on the top two floors. If Keith was an agent, he must have planted devices. In this home, he considered it a safe haven.

It was a betrayal to the highest degree.

He was sending the supervisor's head in a box, to Keith, if that was the case.

He knew not to take his anger out on messengers, if Keith was that, he was doing a good job staying undetected.

Seto hovered behind him and Yami gave him a signal to be quiet, clenching his fist and silently asking him to stay by the door. Seto grabbed Yami's hand and tried to keep him from walking into the gym, but he received a sharp stamp to his feet, and he had to let go.

Heartbroken and furious, he watched Yami sweep the room methodically.

Yami circled every weight machine, running his hands up and down along the poles and nodded when he found one. He walked over to get a marker and he overtly drew an arrow on the metal.

After a few minutes, he paused and managed to find 5 bugs.

He checked the doorway. None.

He went back down the stairs, none.

Did Keith ever use the bathroom?

Yes. And he found four in the bathroom.

One behind a vase of flowers, one behind the toilet, one in the edge of the mirror hidden behind a strip of LED lights, and one in the footstool by the guest closet.

Were there any in the closet? Yami was sick to his stomach with rage as he stormed in and patted each robe down, thinking the maids cleaned these often...

Meaning a maid might be in on it. DAMMIT.

He strode out of the closet after finding nothing and brushed past Seto with a furious nudge and leaned over the railing to shout at the staff, "STAFF MEETING. Garden, now!"

And he turned to walk down four flights of stairs, "Isono, staff meeting! Guards, Alpha and Kappa leaders, get in the fucking garden!"

Seto raced after Yami and was given an order, "stop chasing after me and bring me a gun."

"No...You're healing, remember?" Seto asked nervously, and Yami turned to give him a glare so poisonous, he melted on the spot. Oh shit...

"This is anti-healing," Yami thrust an arm out at the upper floor. "Bugs, I found a total of 12, maybe 16, because I was angry while searching. They invaded our space, your space, my life, our lives! When Anzu promised they would leave us alone! Someone is acting out underneath her. If she is my Queen, then there is insubordination in her ranks that affects us! And in turn, affects Mokuba, and anyone else I'm involved with. I'm going to fucking ...kill them. Get me. A gun."

"Okay, but not really right now...right?" Seto asked weakly as Yami stormed past him and followed the group of maids out through the first floor.

Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.

What if he went out into the garden without the gun like Yami asked?

...Yami would take it as a personal betrayal.

He had to bring a firearm to Yami, like he'd been asked.

Fucking fuck.

Furious, Kaiba stomped into the elevator and rode his way down to the basement to access the gun safe. Well, if Yami was going to kill someone in the garden, today was the day.

He unlocked the safe and extracted the smallest weapon that had a green sticker on the handle, indicating it had been serviced most recently, and didn't feel any guilt walking it up to the 1st floor.

His mistake, for trying to hire in help from the outside when he could just research a good workout technique. He wanted a trainer, and the agency saw that as an 'in'.

Yami's 'bubble' was being threatened right now.

Yami had made it clear that this home, their happy lives, should remain that way.

That's why I'm hostile towards Anzu, for both our sakes, Seto thought as he walked out into the sunshine through the garage exit and unloaded the gun to make sure it was...loaded.

He was greeted with the sight of all the staff in a neat line against the far wall, while the guards stood on either side of his long line, and his blood ran cold.

Okay...

What kind of military nonsense was this...

Only Isono was exempt, being made to sit in the shade on a garden chair.

Well thank god Mokuba was at Nat's house, missing out...

"Raise your hand if you have serviced the upstairs bathroom," Yami said quietly, standing before them and watching their faces for any changes.

The additional agent could be an excellent actor.

He would replace the entire staff over and over again if this was what it took.

Several hands raised, and a man who didn't have his hand raised piped up bravely, "you could just check our schedules... Are we in trouble?"

"You're right, I can and have checked your schedules," Yami said sweetly, motioning for the man to step forward, grabbing him by the wrist and making him stand out from the crowd. "You're smart. I'll keep you here. I just wanted to ask personally."

He felt the man tense under his grip and he stared into the man's eyes, seeing him glancing at Seto behind him and then giving a nervous, shaky smile, then a slow bow, looking generally confused. A real kind of confusion that had carefreeness in his eyes.

Not him.

Seto winced when he saw Yami almost kiss the man when making severe eye contact, and the poor man was confused as fuck. Which was good for him, honestly.

"Hands...raised!" Yami barked as he backed up to examine the line of people before him, seeing a couple hands raised and heads lowered, afraid to make eye contact. "Is this abuse of power, you ask? Why yes, you want to quit, you say, go ahead. After this. Everyone raise your heads and look at me."

Heads raised and people blinked nervously. The silence was ringing.

Isono shifted in his seat, the back of his shirt sticking to him with how he was sweating. This was...scary...!

"I discovered somefilth in the bathroom that I want to address with the people who claim they have...serviced the upstairs bathroom, but failed to report it," Yami folded his arms and made a comical thinking position. "Does someone want to guess what the filth is? I'll take answers now. Hands raised, please speak."

The staff blinked and someone answered bluntly, "I'm sorry, was there a smell?"

"No." Yami replied calmly, noting that she was sweating from the heat but not from...fear

Someone was blinking fast though, a maid with short brown hair and she had her hand up to shield her face from the sun, and Yami kept her in his view as he walked to the far end of the line to continue asking, "come on, it's a fun game. Any other suggestions? I thought I saw you raise your hand," he spoke to a man who had a towel hanging off his neck, clearly having just come from wiping the pool deck, and the man looked offended.

"I do my job well. Please don't criticize the hard work I do earnestly, sir," the man replied, daring to sound and look a bit angry. "You haven't had a problem with my work for three years. Why now?"

"Oh!" Yami snapped his fingers and walked past three people, sounding extremely jolly but Seto knew he was an inch from killing someone. "Right, that person must have joined recently...as recently as last year."

Oh boy, Seto grit his teeth and saw Yami come walking towards him with a sweet smile.

Yikes...

"You're better than this," Seto said as he let Yami take the gun from him, and Yami gave him a cold, emotionless glare.

"No. I'm really not, Seto, you take that back."

Fuck.

Seto shrugged in defeat. "Fine, you're right. This is you, being you. I'm not helping."

"You help me every day, I love you," Yami declared, resting his hand on Seto's chest and feeling the steady pound under his palm, further solidifying that Seto was never scared of him, ever. How comforting.

He turned to face the row of staff with the gun and held it steady, aiming right at the woman with short brown hair, walking up to her while everyone else shied away in fear and didn't move otherwise.

The woman with short brown hair dropped her arm from her eyes and slowly knelt to perform dogeza, her hands pressed to her forehead while she bent forward to apologize, "...I'm sorry for not performing adequately—"

"Shut. The fuck. Up," Yami breathed as he lowered the point to aim it at the back of her head, his head humming with a buzzing sound of sheer rage. "Name of your direct supervisor. Now."

She swallowed thinly and didn't reply.

"Stand up," Yami said coldly, so she slowly rose to her feet, and halfway up, Yami shot her in the thigh, and she stumbled back to grip her bleeding wound while the other maids whimpered in fear.

"Okay, let's try again. Name." Yami said, raising his gun again, rolling his eyes. "I can shoot you 17 different ways before you die. Then we can stop you from bleeding out, and I'll continue. Name."

She glared defiantly at him and hissed, "monster."

"No, wrong," Yami said easily, raising his gun to aim for her shoulder and hearing Seto call out, "Yami! Come on, really? Those roses are new!"

"Fine. Move her over by these older Azaleas," Yami said, gesturing at the guards. "Pick her up and put her by this bush instead."

Seto palmed his face in agony and heard another gunshot echo through the property, followed by a shout of pain, so he walked over to pull up a chair beside Isono and noticed his manservant was shaking in his seat.

"We have an infestation," he said calmly, and the manservant replied quietly. "I'm realizing that now."

The woman was clutching her bleeding shoulder while clamping her palm down on her bleeding leg, and Yami recognized the training instantly.

He turned around in a quick motion, to scare the staff who were now sitting on the ground by the wall, and only two of them jumped in fear. Others weren't making eye contact, and no one was watching in panic or horror.

"If you want to quit, you can quit when I get the name! Of this woman's supervisor!" he called, and someone whispered something, to which the guard replied for them, "this one says she doesn't know what you're talking about. And would like to quit."

"That's not a name. No one leaves until I get the name," Yami said pleasantly, counting the minutes. It was time for another hole. And someone might come running at this rate so...

He turned to Seto and asked, "Our friend Keith will be coming soon, with an excuse like how he forgot to leave you some protein mix," Yami said with a thoughtful air, raising the gun without even looking at the woman heavily breathing by his feet. "Let him in with a smile, okay?"

Seto shrugged moodily. Sure. Whatever.

He might shoot that undercover agent on his front step, for making Yami this angry.

"Mr. Kaiba, please help me!" The woman cried from the ground, and Seto called back, "you invaded my privacy. I'm suing!"

"I'll die here then. Fuck you!" She spat, glaring at Yami with her eyes narrowed in hatred. "Keep putting holes in me. I don't care. I signed up for this."

"Oh, I know," Yami said with a kind smile, kneeling to rest his hand on her other shoulder. "The people listening to you suffer are thinking of a way to save you. I hope they hurry. Because you now have a third wound..."

"Yami! Seriously, please stop torturing her on my grass." Seto cried as he pinched his brow again. "You're just being sadistic at this point. Let her go, okay? ...Please? Let's work towards...kindness? Even for our enemies? Remember that conversation?"

"Fine," Yami pouted dramatically and rested the gun on her other shoulder. "But this is because she insulted me and called me a monster. Alpha guard, get me a knife."

Seto sighed heavily and watched the guard shuffle into the house and return with one of Yami's hunting knives. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

And he couldn't do anything to stop him...because the agents that invaded their home after promising not to were still wanting to fuck with Yami.

Well, this was the result.

Isono reached shakily into his pocket and pulled out his phone, whispering, "Master Kaiba, you have a doorbell notification..."

Great.

It was turning out just like Yami expected.

The knife was being handed over and Seto called out, "doorbell! Do I get it? Or do you want to?" Because if Yami walked away, she might not lose an eyeball.

"You get it. And bring him here. Thanks, love you," Yami replied with a bright smile that made the corners of his eyes tilt upwards. "I don't want you seeing this," he wiggled the knife playfully in his other hand, "Isono, please go with him to make sure that man doesn't try anything. I'm about to lose my patience."

Isono stood on wobbly feet and followed Master Kaiba out of the garden. In all his years of living with Yami, he had never seen this man's real ruthless side.

If he could be honest, it was more terrifying than Seto and Gozaburo put together.

Yami handed the knife back to the alpha guard and said, "take her out to the gardening shed, put her on a tarp, cut her ear off, leave her there restrained. Bring me the ear on ice." Then he turned to the other guard and said, "bring me the satellite phone."

He then turned to address the group of frightened staff sitting by the wall, and he set the gun down to walk in front of them, bowing and staying bowed while he talked.

"Thank you for working for this family," he said calmly, talking to his feet in the grass, listening to his heart thundering in his ears. "As you can see, some violence occurred. I'll provide an explanation and know that the contract you signed holds you to silence."

He didn't straighten up and kept talking in a bowed position, "I used to kill people for a living. They were dirty VIPs. Then I met Seto Kaiba. He has helped me rehabilitate the ugly parts of myself. Now some agents have infiltrated this place I call home. They violated my trust when we had an agreement. What you saw just now was a version of my justice. If you want to leave, you may."

Nobody moved.

Okay.

He straightened up out of the bow and turned around to pick up the gun.

Where the hell was Seto with Keith?

He was at the end of a very short rope.

Author's note:

yami goes bezerk