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Title: Enigma

Author: Nike

Rating: R to NC-17

Pairings: YY/Y, suggestions of B/R and M/M, hints of S/J and
of some YY/others because of the porn star thing.

Disclaimer: I do not and probably never will own Yu-Gi-Oh and I�m just doing this for the fun of it. No money is involved. I�m not the person you�re looking for. *waves hand*

Summary: What do a thief, a bomber, a porn star, and a group known as Enigma have in common? More than you�d think.

Spoilers: For the anime through the Doma
arc and for Yami�s real name.

Warnings: Shonen-ai, yaoi, violence, mentions of het
and slash, and lewd conversations about what goes on in the porn industry. Will likely get dark later with some
potential non-con.

Author�s Notes: I
never thought I would write a story where I would write about the porn
industry. Then again, I never thought I
would write a story in this particular fandom, even when I realized I had YGO
muses. I did everything to ignore them
because I was working on original fiction for something else � still am. They hit me over the head hard with this,
though, and I found myself writing frantically over several days time on my
Christmas break and am now so caught up in the story that I have a genuine
desire to finish it. Anyway, I have no
actual working knowledge of the porn industry.
What�s here is basically artistic license combined with what I�ve picked
up watching all the extras they put on DVDs about how they make the movies and
from a fanfic I read about a year ago in a different
fandom where one of the guys was a porn star.
As such, I apologize for any errors, major or minor, and hope you�ll
enjoy it anyway. Oh, and the same thing
goes for everything the thief, the bomber, and the spies too.
Also, I�m
using the English names. And Dakku is a last name I�ve read someone else use for Yami. If you want credit or for me to remove it, please let me know.

The following is for any names that might be confusing:
Atemu Dakku
� Yami Yugi, Yami, spirit of the Millennium Puzzle, Pharaohboi
Ryou � Ryou
Bakura
Bakura � Yami
Bakura
Malik � Malik,
Marik, Mariku, the �good�
half
Marik � Yami
Malik, Yami Marik, Yalik, Ishtar,
the �bad� half.

I think everyone else is pretty much self-explanatory. If they�re not, just let me know.

And now, finally, on to the story.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter 1

The sun was
no longer above the horizon, but a pale light still lingered in the western
sky. It was getting late enough that
even the workaholics were considering heading home, though. A late spring breeze was cooling the business
district and paused to ruffle Bakura�s hair as he peered
through the skylight. He smiled as he
finished cutting a hole into the glass and carefully removed the circle of
glass, setting it on the rooftop beside his knee.
Bakura didn�t steal for the money � he had plenty of money
after all his years of thievery. No, Bakura stole things because of the thrill of a
challenge. His current self-imposed
challenge was a fourteenth-century gold ring set with a ruby cabochon. Said ring had recently been acquired by the
owner of the building Bakura was currently breaking
into. The man had placed the ring in his
private collection and it was now protected by the finest security money could
buy. All Bakura
had to do was break into the building, break into the room the collection was
kept in � which included getting past security guards with dogs and past the
alarm � and get into the ring�s case without setting off another alarm. Bakura grinned as
he clipped the alarm wire and used the hole to open the window from the
inside. This was going to be fun.
~*~*~*~*~*~
A lanky
figure with brown eyes and mop of blond hair observed the thief, and then drew
a cell phone out of the pocket of his jacket.
�It�s
me. You know who just entered the
building.�
On a nearby
rooftop, the person being called smiled.
�Thanks,� the other person said before ending the call, snapping his
razor thin cell phone shut, and slipping it into a specially designed pocket at
the hip of his leather body suit. Ring
smiled. Things were about to get a lot
more interesting.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Bakura slipped silently into the sealed room the collection
was kept in and let out the softest of sighs.
It was a thief�s dream room. Rare
paintings hung on velvet-covered walls while glass-encased stands stood under
individual spot lights. The cases held
everything from antique Greek vases to exquisite jewelry to statues designed by
top sculptors of every day and age.
Bakura had scouted the place out before and knew exactly
which case the ring he was after was displayed in. He approached it with a feverish gleam in his
eyes, but then stopped short.
�What the
fuck?�
The ruby
ring wasn�t there. In its place was a
cheap plastic ring you could get out of a quarter machine or a cereal box with
an eye inside a triangle � no, a pyramid � etched into it.
�You were just
a little bit too late,� a male voice stated.
You could have heard a pin drop in the room. Bakura turned
towards the door and just barely saw a shadowy figure. Then the figure extended a hand into the
light and reached for a small red box marked �Fire�. Bakura frantically
shook his head, but the man just grinned, his white teeth seeming to flash
briefly in the darkness, and pulled down the handle. Bakura froze in
shock as the fire alarm started ringing and the water sprayers in the ceiling
turned on, drenching him and the collection. Then he realized the other was no longer in
sight and the door was swinging closed.
�Shit!� Bakura swore as he
fled the room empty-handed and wet. He
barely managed to avoid a guard and his dog by ducking around a corner. The dog paused and growled, turning to come
back.
�Come on,
Rex! We need to check what set off the
fire alarm in the boss�s collection room,� the guard urged the Doberman,
tugging on Rex�s leash. The dog snorted,
but obeyed and Bakura sighed in relief as they turned
another corner. Then Bakura
sprinted back to his point of entry and pulled himself out onto the roof. From there, he took advantage of the wire
tied from the building he was on to the next building over and crossed over
with a tight-rope walker�s grace. One
fire-escape and several jumps later, Bakura took
refuge in the shadow of one of several sheds built on the roof of the building
he was currently on.
�That
bastard set me up! I�m gonna find him and make him pay!� Bakura growled.
�I take it
you didn�t like my surprise.�
Bakura quickly moved into a defensive position, knife at
the ready. Leaning against the wall in
the shadows was the young man. Bakura froze when he realized said person looked almost
exactly like him. The other looked
softer and sweeter than Bakura believed himself capable of looking, though, and the other was rather
pretty. In fact, he would look like a
goody two-shoes if not for the tight leather body suit, complete with gloves
and boots, and the fact that the other was playing one-handed catch with the
ruby ring Bakura had been after.
�Who in the
devil�s name are you?� Bakura growled.
�I am
called Ring. That�s all you need to
know,� the other said, flicking a hand over his person. The ruby ring was no longer in sight.
�Ring,
huh? Well, how about you give me that
ring you�re playing with and I won�t gut you with this knife,� Bakura threatened, �Or would you prefer me to strip-search
you?�
�Why? It�s worth more to
me than it is to you. I can get $500,000
for it easy.�
Bakura�s eyebrows shot up.
The ring was certainly worth that price, but no fence Bakura knew would pay that much for it. And apparently this guy knew it, too.
�How long
have you been following me?�
�Awhile
now,� Ring admitted, �My companions and I are debating asking you to join our
little group.�
�Group,
huh?� Bakura
asked with wary curiosity, �What�s this group called?�
�We are
called Enigma. Now if you�ll excuse me,
I have to go.�
Bakura�s eyes widened.
Everyone he knew had heard of Enigma.
Supposedly the group would do anything if the price was right �
international spy work, espionage, thievery, assassinations, and so on.
�Hey, wait
a minute!� Bakura
yelled, surprised. The other, Ring, was
performing a backbend that ended with him in a handstand on the ledge and then,
still holding to the ledge, let himself swing from his
fingertips before falling to the roof of the connecting building. It was a rather smart move � by doing do he
only had to fall one body length straight down instead of two. Then he was on the run.
�Damn it!� Bakura cursed as he
jumped after Ring. He landed hard,
though, and ended up falling to his knees.
When he got up, the thief realized that Ring was nowhere in sight.
~*~*~*~*~*~
�It�s a
nice piece,� Weevil admitted as he looked the ring over with his jewelers�
glass. �The real deal, for sure.�
�So you�ll
pay the $100,000?� Ring asked.
�Of course,
of course,� Weevil replied, waving his hand distractedly, �Cash like
usual.� The small, bug-like man scurried
over to his safe and opened it. He
placed the ring inside and pulled out several bundles of crisp hundred-dollar
bills. Ring leaned over him, counting
the stacks as Weevil put them one by one into a green plastic bag with the logo
of Weevil�s pawn shop on the front of it.
�Here you
go!� Weevil said cheerfully as he handed Ring the bag and shut the safe, giving
the dial a twirl. �Nice doing business
with you, like always.�
Ring nodded
and left.
�Bye,
Weevil.� Weevil waved and locked the
door behind the thief before heading for his cot in back. Ring watched the shop go dark, then flipped
the ruby ring into the air, caught it, and walked away, whistling cheerfully.
~*~*~*~*~*~
�Bedtime,
love,� Daniel called out to his daughter.
�Aw! I don�t wanna go to
bed,� she pouted.
�Too bad. You�ve got
school tomorrow, young lady,� Daniel replied, ruffling her hair.
�Okay,
Dad,� she replied with a smile before heading up the stairs.
The two of
them weren�t rich by any means, but Daniel had a steady job and he managed to
feed and clothe his little girl. That
was good enough for him. The only thing
Daniel regretted was the old ruby ring of his that had been given to him by his
mother and to her by her mother. It had
been in the family for generations, back into the fourteenth-century when the
family had been rich and titled. Daniel
knew it could have made him fairly well-off if he had sold it, but he had
wanted to continue the tradition and pass it down to his daughter. Then it was stolen and Daniel found himself
pouring his heart out on a park bench to a strange blond man with friendly
brown eyes.
Daniel
watched his daughter say her prayers fondly and headed downstairs to lock the place
up. It was a little late now that they
didn�t have anything worth stealing.
Even the TV was a good ten years out-of-date. There was some truth to that old proverb
about locking the stable after the horse had been stolen, though.
The
doorbell ringing caused Daniel to jump.
He cautiously opened the front door, only to find no one there. He frowned and stepped out, looking up and
down the street. He was just heading
back inside when his foot hit something.
Bending down, he found a box. He
opened it and started to cry, for nestled inside on a pile of loose one hundred
dollar bills was the ruby ring that had been his family heirloom for
generations.
�Dad? Are you okay?�
his daughter called from the stairs.
�I�m fine,
honey. I�m great.�
~*~*~*~*~*~
Ring walked
down the sterile white hallway with a purposeful stride. Seeming to choose a door at random, he pushed
his way into the briefing room. Rod and
Enigma were already there, as were Enigma�s two no-names, Joey and Tea. All of them were seated at a round table with
many empty high-backed swivel chairs.
Ring set a pile of cash on the table and took one of the empty chairs,
putting his feet up on the table.
�Report,
Ring,� Enigma demanded. Tea looked
expectantly at Ring, pen and notepad at the ready.
�Everything
went as you planned. The ring is back in
the hands of its proper owners along with some of the money and they have no
idea who did it, several fences will soon be wondering what they did with the
antique ring they just bought, and the thief now knows we�re watching him. He seemed intrigued. I have no doubts he would like to join. We just need to figure out if he�s
trustworthy.�
�Good,�
Enigma nodded. �And what did you think
of him, Ring?�
Ring,
looked thoughtful.
�Bakura�s damn good at what he does. He was right behind me on the way in and out and he was hard to follow on the
street. Plus I don�t think he�s all
bad. Everything he stole from that mob
boss a month ago turned up as donations to a gun control charity and several
orphanages. And� he�s interesting.�
�Sounds
like you like him or something. Have you
kissed yet?� Rod asked.
�Rod!� Ring exclaimed, dropping his feet to the floor and sitting up
straight so he could glare properly at the other.
�That
wasn�t nice, Rod,� Enigma chided.
�Hey, what
am I supposed to do for fun if I can�t rib you guys? I mean, you�ve already made the chemical lab
off limits to me,� Rod complained.
�How �bout watchin� TV like a normal
person?� Joey muttered.
�Now, boys,
behave,� Tea told them firmly.
�But-!�
�Behave!�
All four
males sat still and quiet. They knew
better than to mess with a female when she used that tone of voice.
�Anything else to add, Ring?� Tea asked,
pen poised over paper. Ring shook
his head.
�Not at the moment, no.�
�Alright,�
Tea said, drawing a line. Then she
looked expectantly at their boss, Enigma.
Enigma passed out folders to everyone and cleared his throat.
�Now to
finish our meeting, I have our future projects ready for your review�� Enigma
began.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Dartz was many things, but above all he was a
collector. Anything he wanted, he
got. At the moment, though, Dartz was very angry.
He looked around at the room and seethed. The floor was completely flooded and it was a
damn good thing the paintings had a protective covering, but the velvet on the
walls would have to be replaced. And
then there was the missing ring. He had
paid a lot of money to have that ring stolen and he was very unhappy that
someone else had decided to steal it from him.
No one stole from Dartz and got away with it.
�Raphael! Valon! Amelda!� he barked.
�Yeah,
boss?� Valon
asked.
�I want you
to figure out who�s responsible for this mess and find out everything you can
about him.�
�Yeah,
sure, boss.�
�Of course.
�Yes, sir.�
~*~*~*~*~*~
�You�re better
than this, Atemu,� Seto Kaiba stated quietly before moving his knight. Atemu�s eyes left
the chessboard only to find Kaiba staring at
him.
�It�s the
truth. I wouldn�t be wasting so much
time with you if you weren�t.�
�Oh, so
getting your ass whipped by me in chess is a waste of your time now?� Atemu asked with a
snort.
�Of course
it is. I have so many more important
things I could and should be doing instead of playing games with you,� Kaiba replied smoothly.
His eyes flickered as he watched Atemu move
his bishop and Kaiba plotted possible moves. Finally, he moved his rook. Atemu�s queen
swooped in for the kill.
�Checkmate,�
Atemu stated with a smirk. Seto stared at the
board for a long moment, then sighed and knocked his king onto its side.
�Come work
for me,� Seto said out of the blue.
�What?� Atemu said, raising
an eyebrow.
�Come work
for me. I know you�re not interested in
the entertainment business. You haven�t
been for awhile now, if you ever really were.
I could give you a real job, one that uses all of your talents.�
�Thanks but no, Seto. I want to make it under my own steam, and
that means not taking handouts from friends.
It�s just my luck that my current job is what it is.�
Seto stood and watched Atemu put
away the chess set. �Think on it, Atemu,� he suggested as he walked away, hands in his
pockets.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The
blond-haired man with wild eyes hummed happily as he puttered amongst the
debris covering the wooden bench set up in the garage. Beneath the copper wire, electronic devices in
various states of disrepair, Pyrex glasses holding various explosive chemicals,
and pieces of glass and metal one could see the wood, which was dented,
scarred, and even burnt in some places as if miniature blasts had occurred on
it.
Marik smiled as he fitted the last wire of his newest
creation in place. This one would make a
very lovely explosion when he set it off.
The question was, what to test it out on? The sound of shoes walking on concrete made
him look up.
�Marik?�
�Uh huh?�
�I�ve got a
job for you,� his boss began.
Marik grinned as he listened. It looked like he�d get to try out his new
bomb after all.
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