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Let me be with you	By : PixieDust291 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1709 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter twelve

By Pixiedust291

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            “Thank you.” Mokuba groaned as he accepted the cup of tea Yusai offered him. His hair was matted and mangled, half his body wrapped in bandages, and he was wearing an old nightgown that Atem had loaned to him. He wore the nightgown only because his own clothes were soiled and torn to shreds—though the nightgown, which was pink-checkered with white lace, did nothing for his appearance.

            “So…you wanna tell us what happened? Because I doubt that you got these bruises and a broken arm from working on a computer,” Atem said as he finished tying the bandage around Mokuba’s upper arm and shoulder.

            Mokuba sighed. “Sure…I haven’t been completely honest with you guys…”

            “Well, that’s a start. Care to continue?” Atem nudged.

            Mokuba shot the man an annoyed look. He may have been grateful to the couple for letting him in, but that didn’t mean he was in the mood for sarcastic remarks. He felt weak and tired. He had nearly escaped the Industrial Illusions thugs by the skin of his teeth. If he had not ducked into that alley and managed to weave his way to the park, he would have been captured. Mokuba didn’t even want to think about what those thugs had done to Yami. They had taken Yugi away, of that much he was sure. Though what pissed Mokuba off most of all was the fact that he himself was a part of the whole thing. It had all started at the beginning of this year. He had gone to a technology convention with his brother for a ‘site observation’, which was just his brothers’ way of saying, “We’re going to see all the new advanced equipment and use it to our advantage.”

There, they had exchanged words with Industrial Illusions. Their business representative had talked with his brother for a brief time. Mokuba remembered that in that conversation his brother, Steo, had mentioned the alternative personality function that his corporation had just patented. He also remembered that just a moment later his brother had been distracted by someone else and the reprasentaive had asked him—

            “So, Mokuba, what do you think about all this? Do you find that these advancements in persocoms will incite new ideas?” It wasn’t that he was rude or unkempt, the man had just rubbed Mokuba the wrong way.

            “No,” Mokuba had answered. “As far as I’m concerned, persocoms will never truly reach their full brilliance until they themselves are almost human.” Mokuba cursed himself inside his head. He had been the one to give Industrial Illusions that outrageous idea, and it was only made worse by what had happened after that. And yet even then he had still not seen the signs.

            A few weeks after the convention, Marik had come to him, asking to look over some statistics and the new outlines for his company’s newest project. Mokuba had not thought much of it. He had always helped out other companies—in a way, he supposed, he was betraying his own brother, but Mokuba always made sure that the corrected plans or calculations that he gave to other companies were less efficient then his brother’s plans. Marika’s plans had been nothing out of the ordinary. The plans had not shown any signs or hints of what Industrial Illusions had truly been up to. It had not been until Mokuba had been informed by the corporation that one of the test persocoms had escaped, and Yami suddenly asking about persocoms with that company, that he had become suspicious and started having Yami watched. With the appearance of Yugi, Mokuba had grown rather curious, for he had been under the impression that Industrial Illusions, as the newspapers had said, was having complications with their manufacturing of the new persocoms. Yet here Yugi was, seemingly activated and running correctly. Mokuba had only become paranoid when it seemed Yugi was developing actual feelings. It was then that Mokuba began to wonder just what it was exactly that Industrial Illusions was doing. He had searched the internet and found nothing, he had read through books of persocom manufacturing and function and still had found nothing. He had then gone to Yusai in hopes for some answers, for Mokuba knew fully well what Yusai had accomplished not too many years ago with his creation of Atem. But something inside Mokuba told him that Yugi was not exactly like Atem. They had similarities, yes, but there was still one distinct difference—Atem had been altered, for lack of a better word, to be more human. Yugi seemed to be human…but showed more signs of being a computer after each passing day. Still to this moment, Mokuba did not know why Yugi was the way he was. The only bit of information Mokuba had been able to salvage was from when he had briefly hacked into the Industrial Illusions’ shipping department. He had managed to pull up a log that showed that the corporation had received copious shipments of animals in the last few months, and that recently their workers had taken a sudden interest in adopting teenage children. That was why Mokuba had openly called the suits murderers in front of Marik. Mokuba knew—he just knew that those kids were not alive, just as he knew that Yugi was with those law-breaking S.O.B’s right now. But first things had to come first. He had to inform Yusai and Atem of the situation, for he couldn’t infiltrate Industrial Illusions alone. He didn’t want to just run and tell the police, for fear of the company covering up their operation and possibly killing Yugi and any others that were still alive. Mokuba already felt horrible enough for deceiving Yami and not being able to stop this whole mess from happening. He didn’t want to screw up any more. Mokuba took a deep breath, and for the next hour he told Yusai and Atem what had happened—all he knew and all he had done. At the end, he had hung his head and finished by saying, “There is no excuse for myself, but we need to act fast or worse will happen.”

            Yusai stared at Mokuba for the longest time before leaning back in his chair and running a hand through his hair. “Well…at least I know what Pegasus is doing…and what Yugi has to do with all this.”

            Mokuba looked at him skeptically. “What do you mean?”

            Yusai looked back at him, his face emotionless. “Have you ever heard of the American film Gattaca?”

            “No, why?”

            “Gattaca is a movie that depicts a superhuman race. Scientists have altered the DNA code to create genetically elite super-generations. They changed DNA proteins and switched them with the enhanced abilities from animals. As a result, the new generations were physically and genetically almost invincible.”

            Mokuba only blinked in confusion. “So what does that have to do with Yugi and Industrial Illusions?”

            “You said that Industrial Illusions was adopting children, right?”

            “Right, but only teen children. So?”

            “So, Yugi is obviously one of these adopted children.”

            “Obviously.” Mokuba’s face contorted from confusion to full out shock. “You mean-”

            “Exactly.” Yusai frowned. “They’re taking live humans and forcing their DNA to merge with that of a stronger animal compound and then forcing that unstable compound to merge with a machine.”

            “But it can’t be done!” Mokuba slammed his cup on the table.

            “Yes it can, but it can only be done when the subject being transformed is a fetus and has the appropriate DNA code.” Yusai sighed “With so many factors contributing to the lack of success, you would think people would learn that humans are not supposed to play with nature.”

            “So what does this mean for Yugi?”

            “What Industrial Illusions is trying to accomplish is simply daft. Their meddling with the genes will only kill the subject. We need to get Yugi out of there as soon as possible. The mechanical compounds they’re giving that boy are obviously overtaking his original DNA. Once that DNA is gone, Yugi himself will cease to exist. He will either become a mindless doll, or he will die.”

            Mokuba jerked to his feet “Then we need to—”

            “Patience, Mokuba,” Yusai warned.

            Mokuba pursed his lips in a frown “Did you not just say that we needed to—”

            “True, we do need to hurry. But going in there without a specific plan will just surely get us all killed.”

            “Then what do you propose we do?” Mokuba asked, taking deep breaths to calm himself.

            “You will stay here. Pegasus will most likely be looking for you, and Yami is their link to you. Do they know about Atem and me?”

            “No, I never told them that Yami had come to you or that you examined Yugi.”

            “Good, then Atem will go retrieve Yami. And I…have some calls to make.” Yusai rose from his chair and left the room. His demeanor of utter control had never changed.

            Mokuba gritted his teeth and leaned against the couch. “I already feel like shit because of all this, but knowing that I can’t help fix it is even worse.”

            Atem, who was still sitting by him, sighed. “You are helping by staying put. Just think of this as your form of atonement, even though Industrial Illusions is more to blame for this situation, not your stupidity.”

            “But I—” Mokuba was then slapped upside the head. “Ouch, what was that for?!”

            “Stop feeling sorry for yourself. It’s a waste of your time and ours. Besides, what’s happened has happened. There’s no use whining or crying over it now. Concentrate on what you will do, not what you have done.” Mokuba stared at Atem in disbelief. Those indigo eyes seemed to pierce through his self-pity. He nodded dumbly.

            Atem nodded and rose to his feet. “I suppose I’ll make us a late-night snack. We’ve got a hell of a day ahead of us.” And indeed they did, for out of the window both men could just see the sun beginning to rise, its golden rays painting the sky in warm tinges of pinks and blues.

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            Yusai was pissed as hell to say the least. He was annoyed with Mokuba for being so ignorant, but that was nothing compared to the anger he now was feeling toward Industrial Illusions. Did they even realize they were killing lives? Were they such bad scientists that they could not see that their plans would never succeed? No…they were good scientists…they were just corrupted by greed. The want to succeed and be the best had obviously taken over them. Yusai entered his office and picked up his phone. He dialed a number and after three rings a rather tired voice came on the other end.

            “Hello?”

            “Jack.”

            “Yusai? Is that you…? Damn it, WTF man, it’s seven in the morning.”

            Yusai rolled his eyes. “Get out of bed, Jack. I need you to do a favor for me in a big way.”

            There was silence on the other end for a moment, then, “Yusai, I’m disgusted. How can you possible be tired of that man you live with? Though I don’t blame you for wanting me.”

            Yusai nearly crushed the phone in his hands. Jack may have been one of his closest friends, but the man was not exactly the brightest tool in the shed. He also did not like it when the blonde-haired journalist always made wise comments and gave advice on his and Atem’s relationship. “Jack, don’t make me hang up the phone and call Crow,” Yusai warned. Crow was Jack’s journalist archrival.

            “Wow, bringing out that card, huh? Okay, what is it? You got me a story or something?”

            “Oh, it’s a story all right. And I want you to be there right next to me when we get it.”

            There was another pause. “What are you saying, Yusai? I detect a hint of triumph in your voice.” Yusai explained briefly the situation. “…OMG, shut up! I’m going to be rich!”

Yusai shook his head “Listen, I need you to be over at my house no later then eight.”

            “Why?”

            “I want you to get the whole story, Jack. Every ounce of gore and every ounce of sympathy. I want people to read your story and be so horrified that Industrial Illusions will be shut down and—”

            “You don’t want any other company to get this idea into their heads, I get it. I’ll write the story. But it sounds like you need to take a chill pill. Don’t you think you’re overreacting a bit? The company will be shut down, Yusai. I promise.”

            Yusai contemplated and sighed. “I guess I’m overly angry. But that’s because I know what the repercussions are of doing what they are doing. No later then eight, all right?”

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:Additional Notes:

Gattaca - a 1997 science fiction drama film written and directed by Andrew Niccol.
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