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Sorry for the delay. I am currently battling a
severe case of writer’s block. I’m sure it has absolutely nothing to do with
this past month of total cluster fuckery…but anyways,
I’m back with the next chapter and am now half way
finished with the next one. So wish me luck!!!
“Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey…” A chipper
voice sang out from the other side of the door.
‘What the hell?’
Atemu gave an indignant groan. Lethargically he
buried his face against Yugi’s neck, and pulled the boy tighter against him,
trying to recapture the fading dream. But it was no use, the image had
disappeared. Damn and it was just getting to the good part!
Blinking rapidly to clear his sleep fogged brain;
Atemu growled at the persistent, off key singing. The exhausted agent already
knew who was on the other side of the hollow barrier. He could tell by the
tone. There was only one person who was that cheerful when given permission to
aggravate others. Maybe if he didn’t answer they would go away and leave him in
peace.
No such luck. The lock gave a soft click and the
door was forced open by a snickering Marik. Atemu’s head shot up from behind
Yugi’s still sleeping, blanket covered form - giving off the illusion of a
single misshapen person with two heads as he glared darkly at the grinning
intruder. The blonde’s smirk widened as he recognized the pair’s compromising
position.
“Oh, Atemu…” He called out gleefully. “You have the
loveliest singing voice…kekeke, but the performance
is over. You are needed downstairs now. You and your singing
partner.”
“Man…fuck you!” The ruby
eyed agent lazily flipped Marik the bird before dragging his sore body out of
bed, cover and all, forgetting for a moment that Yugi was totally nude beneath
the blanket.
“HEY!!!”
Yugi cried out as his only source of warmth was
ripped away from his bare frame, waking him instantly. Hearing a deep chuckle,
he glanced over at the door, immediately noticing Marik’s
presence. The diminutive teen rushed to cover his private parts with anything
he could find, curling into a ball, his face a bright hue of cherry.
“Oh. My. God! Out!!”
Marik tripped over his own feet as he broke out
into loud guffaws, tumbling into the corridor – a pillow sailing out the door
after him just before Atemu slammed it shut, cutting off his view. The blonde
picked himself and the pillow up off the floor and
continued on down the hallway to wake the other love birds, his amusement
echoing behind him and back into the room he just vacated.
Atemu put his back to the door and slid down to the
bottom, hissing as his sore rear came into contact with the hard floor. Damn,
that still hurt! He could just imagine what his little one was going through at
this moment. Speaking of…he glanced up at the bed to find that the boy had
disappeared. Where…?
A muffled sound caught his ear and he turned
towards the noise, spotting Yugi cowering behind one of the sitting chairs,
clutching a second pillow in front of his naked form, his face still a shade of
day-glo red.
“He…I didn’t…that…oh god!” Yugi put his hand over
his face, laughing weakly, completely mortified at being seen in the nude.
“Tell me that did not just happen!”
Atemu grinned at the boy’s reaction. “It really
did.”
Yugi groaned in response, tossing the pillow that
he had used to cover himself with at his snickering lover. “I told you not to
tell me that! It’s all your fault anyways!”
“Is not.”
The two dissolved into helpless mirth as they
argued over whose fault it was. After a few minutes they picked themselves up
off the floor and set about to getting dressed. It was a rather hard task when
they were both sore and tired, but they got it done in a reasonable amount of
time. Finally they managed to hobble out the door, hand in hand, each grinning
unrepentantly at the other’s minor problem.
By the time the duo made it down the stairs it was
to find that there was a buffet of delicious smelling food laid out on the
coffee table in the living room. And that those already present had decided not
to wait for them. Two stomachs grumbled at the delightful aroma that was
floating to them from the heavily laden table.
“Grab some grub and snag a chair.” Malik pointed
with the tip of his fork, before shoveling another load of food into his mouth.
They each grabbed a plate and chose their meal
before a slight dilemma came to their attention. Where were they going to sit?
Or rather, how were they going to sit – comfortably? Atemu glanced longingly at
the couch before deciding to play it safe. He limped stiffly over to one of the
high backed chairs and placed his food on the top, preferring to eat standing
up. His uncharacteristically rigid stance caused Malik to pause in the act of
shoveling food and smirk at him knowingly.
“Kiss my ass.” He rolled his eyes and looked
elsewhere.
Malik snickered at him before turning back to his
towering plate of mashed potatoes, corn, gravy and chicken all piled together
in one big lump and taking another gigantic bite.
Yugi followed his lover over to the chair, looking
around shyly before dropping to his knees on the carpet and using the lap of
the chair to perch his plate on. He was just getting ready to take his first
fork full when Bakura and Ryou appeared on the stairs, the larger of the duo
soaking wet and out of sorts. The white haired agent glared at Malik as he
stood dripping on the carpeted stairs.
“God damn it! What the hell is with your other
half, Malik! He’s out of control!” He snarled, pointing his finger at the
smaller blonde accusingly.
“Aww oo
ha’ oo oo waff ge’
ou of ed” Malik pointed out, his mouth full of food.
He swallowed the mouthful and continued. “He wouldn’t have poured water on you
if you’d ‘ve done as he
asked.”
Dead silence.
The platinum blonde finally looked up, his fork
laden with another massive clump of oddly assorted food to see that everyone’s
curious gaze was on him. “What’d I say?”
“My question
exactly.” Atemu replied, shaking his head. He caught Isis’s gaze and
grinned as she rolled her eyes.
Bakura snorted irritably and stomped down the
stairs. He snatched up a plate and piled a little bit of everything onto it.
Ryou waited hesitantly on the steps, not quite knowing if he should follow the
other in the mood that he was in. When Bakura realized that his ever present
shadow was not behind him he stomped back to the stairs and retrieved the boy,
settling him and the plate of food on the couch before going back for his own.
Finally - after everyone was busy with their food,
Marik made his entrance, whistling innocently as he gathered a plate for
himself. Bakura glared darkly at the man, viciously spearing a morsel of
chicken with his fork. The taller blonde grinned back at him. The action only
served to irritate him even more, his movements bordering on psychotic as he
wrestled with another bite of his food.
“Come on boys…Bakura will you quit attempting to
maim your chicken? I assure you its quite dead. And don’t look at me like
that.” She met Bakura’s icy glare with an even stare.
“We have more important matters to attend to. Your pride is the least of our
worries right now.”
“Wouldn’t it be better to wait for Seto before we
get into this?” Atemu questioned, snagging a morsel of chicken with his fork.
“He may have something to add to the discussion.”
“I’ve already heard from him. They’re on their way
back right now and I’d like to at least have the beginnings of a plan…”
“Where did they go?” Malik broke in. “I thought
they were just outside talking.”
Isis only shook
her head. “In this weather? They took a trip into
town. You know Seto; he needs to distance himself from a problem to be able to
think clearly. He assured me that they would be back within the next ten
minutes. Look boys, we are at a serious disadvantage here. We know absolutely
nothing about this group. And they know everything about us. So any input would
be good.”
Isis scanned the
room, hoping that someone would have an idea. She noticed that both Yugi and
Ryou had their heads down, trying not to attract attention. She knew the two
teens were listening; just by the way they tilted their heads toward the sound
of her voice. But neither of them looked as if they had anything to contribute.
And everyone else appeared interested only in their food.
She dropped her head into her hands in defeat,
grimacing when the action caused her already aching wrist to throb harder. There
had to be some way to determine this group’s next move. If they couldn’t do
that they were as good as dead. All of them. And she
was at a loss. It seemed as though the others were as well.
“Who says they know everything about us?” Bakura
asked crossly, after swallowing his food.
Isis glanced at
her nephew. “They knew where to find each of us. There should have been no way
to find that information. Shadi and I were the only ones who had it. I’ve been
over this again and again, and I don’t know how they found out.”
“From where I sit, they only knew about you. And
from there found out about Atemu and maybe Seto. Do you honestly think that if
they had even the slightest hint of Ryou they would have sent only two people
after us?” Bakura posed the question. “Think about it. They only sent two
people. And they were there to kill Jou and whoever was in the house at the
time. They weren’t expecting anyone else to be there.”
“N-no, they would have come after him full force
like they did with Yugi.” Isis sat back against the couch and
stared at the white haired agent with a new respect. Never would she have even
thought about it that way.
“And what about Malik? He’s still here and breathing -
unfortunately – which means they don’t know shit about him either. So what does
that tell you?” Bakura continued, spearing another bite of chicken.
“Hey!” Malik
threw a pea at his nephew’s head.
“Stop it!” Isis commanded. “Both of you!”
“I didn’t…” Bakura started out of his chair, headed
towards Malik with the intention of finishing what he didn’t start.
“…It means that the only information they have came straight from someone on this case. They were not privy
to information that we either already knew or had no idea of whatsoever.” Shadi
spoke up from the corner of the couch as he shifted into a sitting position.
“ENOUGH DAMN IT!!!” Isis’s patience
was wearing thin. Her words were enough to stop the brawl in progress as both
Bakura and Malik broke apart and went back to eating as if nothing had
happened.
“Who else was on the case?” Atemu asked, leaning
forward against the chair to hear Shadi over the ruckus.
“The only other person I know of…the detective!!! Oh my god!” Isis covered her mouth in horror.
Could her sixth sense have been so wrong?
It was either she trusted someone who had betrayed
them, or…
“He has been missing for the past two weeks. It’s
all over the news.” Seto said as he walked calmly into the room, Jou on his
heels. “As well as your pictures.” He nodded at Atemu,
Isis and Shadi in turn. “You’re wanted for kidnapping these two.” His last nod
was for Yugi and Jou.
The brunette strolled casually over to Atemu with
his hands in his pockets, a sheepish look on his face. “I owe you an apology.”
The ruby eyed agent shook his head. “You owe me
nothing. I was the one acting like an ass. For that it is I who should be
apologizing…I’m sorry.”
“Horse shit. I was so afraid of being left on the
outside looking in that I refused to believe what I knew to be true. I’ve
always known, at least a part of me has. But I wanted so badly to belong that I
chose to ignore anything that set you apart from me. And I’m sorry.”
“Holy shit! An apology and acceptance?! You must have really kicked some
sense into him!” Bakura looked at Jou with wide eyes. “You’re my hero!”
Jou buried his head in his hands and attempted to
keep a straight face. The blonde had long ago learned that the sarcastic white
haired agent loved to torment Seto. And he knew better than to laugh, but
sometimes it was so hard.
“Fuck you asshole.” Seto reached out and slapped
Bakura upside the head.
Bakura grinned, his bad mood forgotten now that
someone else’s pride was on the line. “Wait! His sense of humor is still
missing! You must not have kicked him hard enough.”
At that Jou snorted, and burst into laughter. Malik
and Marik followed. Even Seto acknowledged the jibe with what could have been
considered a small grin.
“Man, you really are a dick. Knock it off.” Atemu
teased Bakura with a smirk. He turned back to Seto. “Apology accepted if you
accept mine. I truly am sorry.”
“I accept yours then. Now let’s get down to
business.” The blue eyed agent took a seat in one of the chairs, immediately
pulling a laughing Jou down into his lap. “I take it you were discussing our
resident gang of creepies.”
“The one and only…” Atemu replied.
“Wait! I want to know what happened while you two
were out.” Marik piped up from the corner of the room where he was watching the
commotion. “That’s a hell of an attitude change.”
“There’s nothing to tell. Just a certain someone
who made me realize that even though I was different that I was still a part of
the group.” Seto turned his penetrating gaze towards the larger platinum
blonde.
“I think we were all worried about the same
problem.” Atemu commented, glancing over at Yugi, who blushed deeply. “And it
took someone who wasn’t as involved to point that out to us.”
“It’s about time that everyone realized that. Each
and every one of us has a different talent to bring to the table, magical or
otherwise. And it’s going to take our united effort to take on this group. Now,
what did you learn while you were out Seto?” Isis brought the
group back to their discussion.
“Your detective is missing and most likely dead by
now. And none of the three of you can afford to show your faces in public at
the moment. You are public enemy number one. But for some reason they forgot
about me.” Seto reiterated.
“I never told anyone who I had sent to look after
Jou. As far as everyone at work is concerned you are buried up to your eyeballs
in paperwork. And we had no contact while you were down there, so no calls
could be traced.” Shadi explained.
“Damn it!!!” Atemu snorted, his ruby eyes flashing
dangerously. “Fucking idiots! Now how the hell are we
supposed to find anything out if the whole country is searching for us?”
“I told you we should have left the bodies on
display.” Bakura grumbled, giving Seto a pointed stare. “They’d have got the
message to leave us the hell alone!”
“I refuse to sink to their level. And the two
bodies were found by now anyways. It’s been three days. They would have gone
looking, when their men didn’t return.” Seto replied with a shrug. “To do that
would have only attracted attention from other areas.”
“Like who?” Bakura shot back.
“Like the authorities that are searching for Isis,
Shadi and Atemu.”
“So how many followers does this cult have?” Malik
piped in as he set his spotlessly clean plate off to the side of the table.
“And how many of them have any abilities?”
“There were so many people that night – it was like
a miniature army. Maybe fifty or so.” Atemu growled;
clearly pissed off. “And I doubt that was all of them. There wasn’t anyone
there with any sort of power – or we’d have been found out.”
Shadi spoke up. “If I were desperately searching
for someone, and I caught wind of where they were – I would send out everyone I
had available other than a couple of key people. It’s hard to believe that they
didn’t send their scout though.”
“He may have been too far away. Or isn’t as
powerful as we thought.” Malik commented. “Maybe we’re giving these guys too
much credit. So far they haven’t been all that smart. I think there’s only a
handful that we really need to worry about…”
“…So you think they sent everyone they had. That
there are only about fifty or so of them?” Marik questioned. “Cause I would
have sent out about half of my men. The others would be waiting in the wings in
case something went wrong. I wouldn’t want to give everyone up if the bust went
bad.”
“Yeah, but this isn’t a bust.” Bakura pointed out. “Most
of the people we’ve run up against are nothing but petty criminals.”
“So double the number and assume there are about a
hundred or so members in this group…” Atemu started. “They wouldn’t want much
more than that. It wouldn’t be quite the secret little society then. Someone
would know something – or slip up and say something. It’s human nature.”
“Scratch that – ninety eight now. Seto and I each
took one out.” Bakura grinned evilly as he folded his arms over his chest.
“Hmph! Less than that. Shadi got one, Malik took out
two and I killed three of them!” Marik grinned back at Bakura triumphantly.
“This is not a…” Isis started
peevishly.
“How many did you get?” The white haired agent
interrupted with a vicious smile, turning to Atemu.
“A couple of them…” He stated uncomfortably, not
wishing to gather attention for something he despised doing.
“Five.” Yugi spoke up quietly. “There were five
that didn’t leave the cabin.”
Atemu turned to his diminutive lover, speaking
softly. “Four, Aibou. The fifth one took himself out. And they didn’t die. None
of them did. They will only be wishing they did for the rest of their lives.
The one who lost his leg is the luckiest – he had a chance at a somewhat normal
life if they got him help.”
“Oh.” Yugi grimaced.
The petite teen really didn’t like the thought of
killing, but to condemn someone to a lifetime of torture and suffering…for some
reason that sounded so much worse.
Bakura’s eyes
widened. “Oh wow…you mean…like Hirutani?”
“Yes. And I would do it again. They were nothing
but scum of the earth. It was just punishment for the deeds that they had
done.” Atemu faced his friend with a fierce look. “But I had no wish to be the
one to hand out their sentence.”
Bakura was floored. He knew Atemu didn’t like to
use certain gifts. And that was one of them. His smaller friend had the ability
to warp a person’s mind to the point where they were consumed by their own
nightmares until they either died of fright or were put out of their misery.
Only once in the five times that he had known about
had he ever seen someone come out of their vegetative state after Atemu had
sentenced them. The former bully still wasn’t right, to this day. The last time
Bakura had seen him he was a homeless wanderer, preaching on the street corners
to the prostitutes about changing their ways.
“Hirutani…” Isis regarded
her youngest with a wide eyed stare. “Atemu, that was you?!”
Atemu looked away. “I was scared…he wouldn’t leave
me alone. He’s the reason I always came home with bruises and various other
injuries. He did it to some of the other, smaller kids too. For
lunch money.”
Marik, Malik, Jou and Seto watched the discussion,
their wide eyes following Isis and Atemu as they recounted the incident.
“I remember…you had just come into our home. It
went on for about a year before something happened and he was found by the
roadside in a coma...You would never talk about what happened.” Isis said as she
eyed Atemu evenly.
“I caught him trying to rape a ten year old girl at
knife point in the ally behind the store.” Atemu continued, staring off into
space. “I couldn’t let it happen, and he turned on me. There was no way I could
have fended him off. I didn’t want to admit what I had done…Hell, at the time I
couldn’t even believe that it was me that had done it.”
“Where the
hell was I during all of this?!” Seto spat, incredulous.
“You were at the military academy. Remember. You
were the one who wanted to go.” Atemu admitted bitterly.
Seto sat back against the chair heavily. Yes, he
could remember that time very well. He would have rather spent his time alone
at military school than to believe that he was part of an actual family. Had
Atemu really had that bad of a time adjusting?! He should have been there.
Instead he had gone off and left his little cousin to deal with his problems on
his own. The brunette opened his mouth to apologize.
“Don’t…Seto, just don’t. That’s it…I’m finished.”
Atemu picked up his plate of half eaten food and walked out of the room.
Yugi sat up on his knees. He could sense that Atemu
needed some time to himself. But it was so hard not to at least wander into the
other room to make sure that he was alright. The small teen was torn in
indecision until he heard the other’s voice in the back of his mind assuring
him that he would be back in a minute. After he had a chance
to cool down.
“Let Atemu be, he had his reasons…and we’re off
topic again.” Shadi reminded everyone. “We need to focus.”
“…So how did they find out about Yugi in the first
place?” Malik questioned. “They know nothing about me and Ryou so this must
come from his past. He’s the only one their focused on right now.”
Isis sat back
against the couch, looking thoughtful. “It is someone from Yugi’s past, someone
he was in physical contact with when he was a child. Someone
who has the ability to sense his light.”
“And they are obviously rich enough to scout out
lights all over the continent. This isn’t centered in one small area.” Shadi
continued. “There are victims from Connecticut all the way
down to the Mexican border. Seventy three total – that
we know of in this life.”
Shadi unrolled an ancient looking, dog eared map
with dozens of tiny red and green marks scattered about and placed it on the
floor in the middle of the room. “I have a pretty good idea of where this
starts. If you look at the map, everything centers around
the city of Vale. The red
dots signify where the murder victims lived. The green signify where the bodies
were found. Yugi, do you remember living in Colorado?”
Yugi looked up from the map to find all eyes in the
room centered on him. Shyly he shook his head. He recalled nothing from his
early years. And no amount of concentration would yield any trustworthy
memories. It was almost as if they were blocked from his memory. His
grandfather would be the one to remember. If only he were still here to ask.
The petite teen thumbed a stray tear from his eye at the sorrowful thought.
“Your grandfather was a very special man, young
one. He’s protected you from the time that the Pharaoh was born. In fact, Saimun even gave up his light half to continue to protect
you.” Isis gazed at the small teen
tenderly.
“Wh-what do you mean?” Yugi asked quietly.
“In all our life times, there were only ever two
pairs reunited – until now. Akim and Karim were united about a hundred years ago. Siamun and his light half, Sloan, were also brought
together once; I think it was last life time. But instead of staying with his
light half and returning to his previous form once their respective lives were
over - like Karim - he chose to stay with you. I had
the privilege of meeting Sloan, but it was well after Siamun
had left him. If I would have known how to find you back then, I assure you
things would have been different.”
“How did he end up with Yugi anyways?” Atemu questioned,
walking into the room to study the map along with the others.
“Saimun was an enigma to
all of us who served under Pharaoh Atemu. He was said to be Queen Nefrteri’s father, but the queen died shortly after the
Atemu’s birth, so none of us was ever certain. Our young Pharaoh took the
throne at the tender age of nine – when his father died… No one talked about
those times.” Shadi explained solemnly.
Isis continued.
“…With Siamun, one could never tell if he was
serious, or if he was playing around. A couple of priests even dismissed him as
having taken leave of his senses. But to me the old man always seemed to know
more than he let on. When we were combining our magic to cast that final spell,
his chant was off only slightly from the rest of ours. I think he knew
something that the rest of us did not. And that was how he bound himself to the
light of Pharaoh Atemu.”
‘But why would he give up that chance for me? What
does any of this have to do with me? I’m not anything special…Atemu’s the one
with the talent. He’s the one who is needed.’ Yugi thought to himself.
Atemu turned his head, to look at the small teen
with wide eyes, having heard the comment through their link. It was still a
common occurrence for one or the other of them to forget that they were linked.
This was still new.
“But you are young one. You seem to think that
Atemu is more powerful than you. That’s not quite the truth…” Isis stated.
Yugi spun his head around to regard the female
agent with a wary blush. How had she known what he was
thinking…shit! He and Atemu must not be the only people able to catch other’s
thoughts. Instantly, he remembered their link. Yugi’s glance skittered over to
Atemu to find the ruby eyed agent watching him intently. He lowered his head.
Maybe he should have just spoken aloud for all the privacy he had.
“…Yes,
I can read your thoughts, it is quite a common power. Everyone here can do it
if they are of a mind. But to correct your earlier assumption, you are more
powerful than anyone in this room – magically. Atemu is only more powerful than
you on a physical level. The two of you are different from the others,
including us. You each have powers well beyond anyone on the mortal plain.” Isis explained.
“Wh-why?”
“The
Pharaoh was gifted with a small portion of the Gods’ powers. You and Atemu are
split reincarnation of that Pharaoh. We do not know what you are capable of
yet. The two of you have only come into contact with each other within the last
couple of months and only bonded fully this afternoon. Neither of you have had
the time to explore your full potential.”
Yugi
felt as if his head were going to explode. Warily he turned to see how Atemu
was taking the news. He watched the scarlet eyed agent sit heavily down into
one of the chairs, proving that he was not the only one affected by the
overload of information.
“So…what
do we do?” Atemu asked of Shadi.
“Now
we find the seams in their operation and rip them apart. I know part of this
starts in the city of Yugi’s birth. The other part is political.
They have someone embedded in FBI headquarters. We’ll have to split up and come
at them from both sides. It’s unlikely they will expect that move.”
“But where to start?” Isis commented. “There are so many places
to look and not a lot of time.”
“Whoever is traitor at HQ would have to be
influential enough to get to you two…either by bribery or other methods.” Marik
nodded at Shadi and Isis. “…To get the information that they needed. But yet
they never came into contact with Malik.”
“No one ever sees me at work…outside of Shadi, Isis
and Dox. I’m rarely ever there.” Malik pointed out.
“I’m usually out in the field.”
“Well who’s always around, sticking their nose
where it doesn’t belong?” Atemu questioned.
“That could be any one of the many Senators or
other various government officials that dig through our files.” Isis replied.
“Dox knows who it is.
That I’m willing to bet my life on.” Shadi spoke up suddenly. “That little
weasel was nosing around for information the night we were attacked. And there
are a couple of Senators he’s always sucking up to.”
“He wasn’t nosing…he was warning us of what they
knew.” Isis repeated. “…I know, I know, I
don’t trust him any further than I can throw him, but he did warn us. We should
start with him.”
“So that means I actually have to show up to work
for a while.” Malik said, tapping his finger against his chin. “After all, my
well deserved vacation is up in about five days.”
“Convenient.” Bakura drawled.
“Yep.” Malik
snickered. “It is isn’t it?”
“You’re not actually thinking about going back
there, are you?! It would be easier to kidnap the little worm and make him
talk.” Marik grinned.
“Why not go back?” Malik shrugged. “There’s now way
we can just waltz in there and kidnap someone that high up. Besides, no one
even knows we’re related. I’ll just walk in there and be like…where’s the
boss?”
“I think that is a good idea Malik. You can do some
digging around to see who Dox rubs elbows with. But
be careful…the man who scouts out the lights will recognize you for what you are.”
Shadi warned.
“And what the hell are the rest of us going to do?
Sit around here with our thumbs up our asses?!” Bakura argued. “There has to be
something we can do while Malik is suckin’ dick at
the office.”
“Fuck you Bakura!” Malik returned.
“Nah, fuck
yourself!”
“Enough, you
two!” Isis commanded. “You will not be
idle Bakura. Even if you are stuck here. Now that everyone is bonded, you take
the next couple of days to train with your partner. Seto will be going on a
trip to scout out the city of Vale. I know there’s something there. I
could feel it when we were out there. At the end of this week, Malik will
return to work as he is supposed to. The rest of us…”
Jou
shot up out of his chair, immediately protesting. “Then I’m going too!”
“As am I.” Marik agreed. “Malik is going nowhere
without me!”
“You’re
not going anywhere.” Seto snapped, glaring at his blonde lover.
“The
hell I’m…!” Jou faced the brunette.
“Boys!!!” Isis yelled. “Enough!”
Everyone
quieted, looking to Isis and Shadi as they sat back down.
Isis
glanced at Jou. “I think it is a good idea for Marik to go with Malik. He’ll
need to be near if something goes wrong. However I do not think you should
follow Seto. Your picture is plastered all over the news. And for some reason
they forgot to include Seto in their APB. I don’t think it would be wise for
the two of you to be seen together.”
Jou
crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t give a rat’s ass! I’m going!”
Seto
looked like he was going to object before Shadi stepped in. “I say we let him
go. He can dye his hair. No one will recognize him. Seto will need an extra set
of eyes and ears while he is out there. Atemu and Bakura are to stay here
unless we get a lead.”
“I have our way of keeping in contact right
here.” Seto held up a couple of small items that he had picked up at the
nearest cluster of stores. “But I still say Jou stays here, out of harm’s way.”
“Bullshit!
I’m goin’.”
“Cell phones! Sweet!” Marik
snatched one out of the brunette’s hands.
“They’re
all prepaid. Memorize the number and throw the papers into the fire. I’ll get
my ticket for tomorrow and be on my way.” Seto stood up, tossed the equipment
on a chair and walked out of the room, still miffed at Jou’s
insistence on being a part of this rather dangerous mission.
“Well
that settles it.” Malik stood and stretched. “We’ll get started in the morning.
But for now…Bakura, wasn’t I just kicking your ass in Mortal Combat?”
The
white haired agent raised a brow. “Oh I beg to differ uncle of mine…I believe I
was kicking your ass.”
Please
review, this plot bunny needs a whole lot of encouragement I guess. It isn’t
doing anything for me even when I say please and thank you!
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