Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Aventurien ❯ Chapter 1: Get to the . ( Chapter 1 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Nekocin 
PS: WEIRD chapter.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Police / Mystery / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.28.2004 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 286 | Status: Completed
PS: WEIRD chapter.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Police / Mystery / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.28.2004 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 286 | Status: Completed
Title: Aventurien
Author: Nekocin
Email: Neko_cin_6@hotmail.com
Genres: Various---> Action and Romance as main genres (I hope Romance wouldn't be so screwed up >.>).
Type: AU
Anime: Yu-gi-oh
Warnings: Shounen-ai (might get a bit yaoi >.> Don't know yet.) Violence. Maybe some OOC. Here in this chapter bad description, vague stuff, OoC-nes, time lapse *starts naming off a lof of disturbances from a list*.
Pairings: Yami Bakura+Ryou/Ryou+Yami Bakura and some others implied. Here in this chapter hints of Malik+Yami Bakura. Use a maginifying glass ^_O
Rated: PG-13, but might get R ::shrugs:: (See "Haima" too)
Disclaimer: Anime in question doesn't belong to me. Never was. Never will. (My poor excuse for writing a disclaimer)
Additional notes: Side-fic 1 to "Haima"
Author's notes:
The beginning is slow... very slow I might say. And might be a bit vague. But please don't leave this story yet. It's the beginning. What should one expect? Racing horses? ^_^; But anyways on with the story.
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Chapter 1: Get to the .
9:00 AM
Big, wide brown eyes looked at the mirror. His white hair had almost reached over his back. The once childish-looking face had matured a lot; it was outlined by strong cheekbones. For someone like him who must have been sunburnt before, his skin stayed oddly pale. It could even be mistaken for pearly white.
After all those years of not having real fun in his childhood, Ryou still has those boyish charmes. His eyes for example. They made him look like a little kid; so young, so naive, untainted by hardships... dewy-eyed.
But on the contrary he's a legal adult now.
He adjusted his black uniform and tried to flatten his hair. It was almost time.
"This is it, Ryou" he said to his reflection nervously and took a deep breath.
Not long afterwards, Ryou hurried out of the men's room.
Outside a grand ordinairy-looking building a lot of people were gathering near a stage; The graduation ceremony was about to begin. The graduated ones in their black uniforms quickly made ways towards empty seats in the center of the arranged chairs.
His fellow-classmen were chattering nervously about their examination results. What if they hadn't got enough points for certain stations? What if they were going to be posted somewhere in some secluded area because of their insufficient marks? [1]
Ryou felt their chatters growing on to him. He was getting nervous too; maybe even excited? Just a few more minutes before they would talk about the results and such.
Ryou had come to a conclusion what he wanted to become: an officer.
Suddenly something triggered his mind about having forgotten a-long-time memory. A memory which was worth to have, because that's what had motivated him to choose for the police academy instead of studying for some University abroad.
He could still remember how he had been seized from his mother. But thankfully someone had saved him from the 'evil' man.
Ryou chuckled mentally.
It had been such a long time ago that he forgot what had happened in the meantime when he was held hostage. Hmmm...
He dismissed the fact that he had been fearless... but frowned at the memory; why wasn't he scared?
It was too vague to remember.
After all those years he marveled at the idea of doing something close to home. Sure traveling abroad with his parents was cool..., but he would always miss being at home, doing 'normal' stuff; enclosing himself from the adventurous travels with his parents.
Becoming an officer was something Ryou couldn't even understand. Maybe it was the fact he could help people in that position (as an officer) with the law in his hands? (not likely)
Or it could've been the reason that once becoming an officer one might have signed his own death contract with Shinigami... The god of Death.
"Bakura Ryou!" Someone announced his name and other people began to clap.
Ryou blinked confusedly and smiled sheepishly for not paying attention as he headed towards the platform. The director of the Police Academy handed him his diploma after he'd saluted politely. He could faintly hear the announcer give away his scores on his exams in the background.
Ryou smiled shyly at the crowd.
He'd been too busy with his thoughts that he hadn't noticed the graduation ceremony beginning. Damn! He'd missed the opening scheme. The others had said the opening schemes were always fun... oh well, maybe he could catch the recorded version of the opening scheme.
One of the present chiefs headed towards him and stopped.
"Chief Mutou" the chief introduced himself and smiled at the graduated officer.
The chief was short compared to Ryou, had the strangest haircut (his hair stuck on end in some edges) and got the most interesting pair of purple eyes.
Ryou bowed respectably and flashed the shorter chief a smile. He wondered why the chief was standing next to him.
Was it because he wanted to comment about his long, white hair?
He just couldn't bear cutting his hair. He'd kept it long for a long time and... no one minded it until he'd reached his teenaged years. The reasons for keeping his hair long were quite subtle.
"You know, officer Bakura... you resemble someone I know..." chief Mutou began carefully and a smirk appeared on his face when he'd noticed the confusion flashing in the officer's eyes.
"Who do I resemble if I may ask, sir?" Ryou asked curiously as he could fainrly recall a sudden dream or so he thought; the dream of seeing his twin.
His wide brown eyes stared openly at the pair of purple eyes of the chief.
The chief smiled and reached out his hand, seemingly want to shake hands with the officer. Ryou gave him a funny look, but automatically grabbed hold of the other's hand. Chief Mutou smiled broadly and shook hard.
"I hope to see you next week at station 6, officer Bakura Ryou"
Before Ryou could say anything, the chief had left him.
The young officer blinked in confusion. What had just happened? What were the chief's true intentions to talk to him? Setting him up just to agree going to station 6?
He furrowed his brows in thought. It didn't make any sense. There must be a catch...
"Ryou-kun!!"
He snapped out of his thoughts and smiled brightly. "Okaa-san! Otou-san!"
GREAT! They didn't really forget.
Click!
A photo was taken when Ryou had kneeled on the platform and bended over to greet his parents.
*~*~*~*~*~
9:45 AM
Someone snapped some more photos of Ryou. An unconscious smile appeared on the silhouette's face.
When he thought he had taken enough photos of this particular officer he jumped down from the tree. The tree in which he'd been hiding just to watch the graduation ceremony.
He hid the camera in his jacket and jogged away.
"I knew it!"
*~*~*~*~*~
7:45 AM ~next week~
Ryou looked up at station SIX's building.
It had 5 stories and was apparently the smallest among the other buildings. With its unusual texture it bore an uncanny resemblance of... an elementary school, not counting the extremely expensive-looking windowpanes.
The cold wind brushed past him, making him shiver involuntarily. It makes him wonder if he was stepping in some kind of creepy new life... like some stories tend to have.
Ryou pulled his jacket tightly, embracing himself and walked into the station's grounds. He took a few deep breaths as he entered the building.
Somehow the anxiety had gotten the better of him; he felt shaken already. Though there was actually no reason to be nervous, right? Right. It's just a meeting.
He just hoped he wasn't late for whatever meeting chief Mutou had wanted him to come over for. But the chief never really mentioned a specific time so... it wasn't so bad, he hoped.
*~*~*~*~*~
7:50 AM
Chief Mutou was grinning to himself as soon as he'd caught sight of the familiar white hair outside the station grounds. He looked at the officers who were currently stationed in his floor. They were all pretty much writing out their reports of their latest cases.
"Officer Haku [2]! Ishtar!" he called out and motioned the said officers to come to his desk.
"Yes, sir?" Light indigo [3] and brown eyes blinked as soon as the two officers were standing in front of the chief's desk.
The chief was wearing a knowing look while clasping his hands together on his desk. Both officers detected the seriousness in their chief's stern gaze.
"It's hard for me to say this..."
The two officers looked confused suddenly, even though their faces were still safely blank. What's so hard to tell them? Was it about their investigation from last week?
The chief's purple eyes darted to either one of them.
"... agent Haku, I'm assigning you to a rookie while agent Ishtar will have to wait for a new replacement. I know it's going to be hard..." he explained, noticing the horrified lookes on both faces.
"WHAT?!!" they shouted out in disbelief. Both of them were wearing the same furious look on their faces.
How can this be?!!
And the room went silent. Everyone was staring at their most quick-tempered officers from their floor, nervously. It was a very bad sign when both of them were angry at the same time. They might want to strangle someone, stab someone, punch someone, anything, after whatever discussion they were having with the chief.
"IS THIS SOME SORT OF PUNISHMENT?!" officer Ishtar asked while gritting his teeth.
It was unacceptable to be separated.
"TELL ME WHY I'VE TO BABYSIT A ROOKIE?! AGENT ISHTAR AND I ARE WORKING QUITE FINE TOGETHER!!" officer Haku slammed a fist into the chief's desk.
It was uncalled for to be separated.
The chief watched them calmly, letting them explode first, and seemed unfaced by their anger even though some of the other officers were cowering under their desks.
It's a something he took with stride. Something about being their Commanding officer: he was not afraid of his agents.
"To put it mildly; no, it's not a punishment. I know you two work fine together. But your style of going under cover always seems to jeopardize our work. Even your personalities clash with your looks. That's why you, agent Haku, have to be assigned to this rookie" he explained as he faintly saw someone's shadow looming behind the door to his floor.
As if in cue, someone knocked timidly on the door. Perfect timing!
The two furious agents didn't acknowledge the polite knock. The other officer, however, did look up at the sudden interruption. The door was slowly opened as the other officers including the chief were looking at the new person...
Agent Haku was clenching his fists together. How could the chief do this? Malik was the only one who knew him better than anyone of this station. No one seemed to be tough enough to handle his attitudes or mood swings once he got partnered... except maybe Malik alone. He refused to take care of a puny, little rookie. And agent Ishtar knew it! It's a bad idea to separate them.
As soon as he heard the door creak open, his immediate reflex was grabbing for his hiddin dagger. Experiencedly, he flung it into the door's direction.
Everyone held their breaths.
THUMP.
Their came no startled scream of pain... instead a thud, that told the agent, he'd thrown it at the wall. So the intruder had dodged his dagger?
"This is officer Bakura Ryou, your new partner" the chief grinned, amused by agent Haku's sudden action.
Bakura Ryou?
Agent Haku spun around and stared in disbelief at the rookie.
Long white hair, brown eyes...
"Huh?" came the confused response from the rookie as he stared owlishly at the dagger in the wall and then the chief. What did the chief say? Partner? Whose partner?
Long white hair, brown eyes... frightened brown eyes...
Officer Haku had let out a noticeable gasp. IT'S HIM!
Those whid brown eyes and the familiar long, white hair... were better-looking in person. It's HIM all right.
Agent Ishtar stared in confusion at his best friend, Bakura, and then at the rookie, Ryou. They resembled each other a bit, he noticed suddenly. Although his bet friend looked more... rougher than the rookie. Something cracked inside of him once he'd noticed agent Haku's face had shown something familiar. Something which Bakura rarely showed. Respect.
For the moment there agent Ishtar studied his best friend's face. Somehow he suddenly realized Bakura was... blushing.
"You..." agent Haku had whispered, which was followed by a quizical look from the rookie.
Huh?
The chief laughed mentally when he noticed the disbelieving look on agent Haku's face. He understood why. It's because he'd the same look on his face as soon as Bakura Ryou was called on stage. The rookie practically resembled him... in a matter of speaking. He could tell that the rookie could outbalance agent Haku's rougher style and attitude.
If only agent Ishtar wasn't so into his best friend... the chief sighed.
*~*~*~*~*~
8:20 AM
Not long afterwards the chief spoke to officer Bakura and agent Haku in a more private room. He'd ignored agent Ishtar's firce glare as soon as he'd announced having a private meeting with the two. Even though he felt bad in agent Ishtar's case, he reminded himself that work was work with no strings attached.
"Officer Bakura, I like you to meet your partner agent Haku Bakura. I'm quite unnerved by the same name usage and looks, but I guess it's not so bad. Most of your work will consist of writing paperwork and going unrecognized..." chief Mutou paused as he looked at either one of the officers in front of him.
Agent Haku had shut down all his emotions from his face and so it seemed hard to say the least if he agreed with the partnering. The rookie, however, didn't seem to comprehend the whole situation. It was so confusing to him.
His wide brown eyes and arched eyebrows made it clear that he let his emotions show on his face, naturally.
"Uhm... sir, may I get permission to ask a question" Ryou started politely as he automatically raised a nervous hand. He'd picked up the habit from school and it never seemed to fail getting his superiors' attention.
"Permission granted" the chief said curtly and wondered in what kind of family the rookie had been brought up. So polite.
Of course nowadays one can just say youngsters are getting ruthless by the minute. The chief had no idea if this one applied to officer Bakura too.
"Why am I supposed to be here, sir?" Ryou asked hesitantly and the frown deepened.
Indeed the rookie had no clue why the chief had arranged a random meeting for him.
The chief smiled slightly.
"My method of getting some officers into my station is hearing out their examination scores or checking their appearances. In your case it's both of them.
Once you've come up on the mentioned day or week I'd given you, you're by then accepted in this station. That's also how I'd gotten agent Haku back then" the chief explained all the while eyeing the rookie if he was paying any attention at all.
Realization seemed to dawn on the young officer's face and immediately he blushed. He felt embarrassed for asking such a question. It's so obvious!
Ryou ducked his head embarrassedly.
*~*~*~*~*~
8:30 AM
In the middle of the busy city a bar was being disturbed. Glasses were thrown everywhere while chairs and tables were being destroyed with axes.
In the dimly lit bar there were four people in maroon-colored business suits and one bartender involved.
The first three men were putting as much damage in the little bar as they wanted. Passersby never bothered to step into the bar and stop them. They all had the same idea: a bar fight between drunks.
It seemed to have become a routine. Crashes here and there in well-known bars.
"Please... please, stop destroying my bar... no! NO, NOT THOSE!!" the bartender begged frustratingly as he tried to stop them. It was in vain attempt to stop this situation and so it went on and on.
CRASH! CRACK!
CRASH! CRACK!
"Do you still question my motive?" the last man threatened as he glared down at the bartender through his dark sunglasses. He was probably the boss of the group.
The man leaned casually over a high chair.
"Please... please... stop it, please... what do you want?" the bartender whimpered helplessly as he squirmed uncomfortably under the scrutiny of those eyes behind the sunglasses.
He would do anything just to stop them from putting the bar in fire itself. Of course, he could deal with bar fights; those drunks would pay for their damage eventually. But a sudden damaging in his bar was uncalled for.
He could tell they weren't going to pay for the destroyed bar as soon as they'd gotten him where they'd wanted or... planned even.
It might cost a fortune to repair everything. The bar was a total mess.
The bartender went on his knees and swallowed his pride. He'd to beg for the bar's dignity.
A smile was spread across the man's face, the one whom the bartender was begging in front of. He felt proud already. It was too easy to break this particular bartender. He leaned closer to the pleading face. A malicious smile appeared on his face and he tapped lightly on the bartender's cheek.
"It's easy, ne? Getting right to the point. I like this spot on which your bar had been built..." his voice trailed off as he noticed the other man's reaction.
Waves of success swapt through his body when he saw the fearful eyes of the bartender widen.
Good. The guy was luckily not stupid. He practically knew where this conversation would go if he'd given them either approval or disapproval. But either way why threaten him and his bar when this neighbourhood's far more explicit than the other areas of the city?
Seeing as the bartender was deep in thought, the boss motioned to his minions to leave. He took one good look at the kneeling man and urged himself to snap the guy out of his unnecessary thoughts.
He held the guy's chin, tilted the man's face and did the unthinkable to horrify the bartender. [4]
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*.*.*.*.* End chapter 1 *.*.*.*.*
Endnotes:
1: ^^; I just made that one up. I've no idea if that's true.
2: Those who'd read "Haima" might already have an idea who's this person. Those who hadn't, I can just safely say it's Yami Bakura. Seeing as this is AU, it's not a crime to make up a family name for him, is it? ^-^
Though it might be confusing with Bakura Ryou in the story. So... if I just say Bakura or agent/officer Haku, I mean Yami Bakura. If I say Ryou or officer Bakura or rookie, I mean Bakura Ryou. Get it? Okay.
3: I always have this distinct thought about Malik's eyes being indigo. Don't you think?
4: This part is a bit weird, but okay... just use your imagination.
I like to thank those who'd read/reviewed the prologue. ^_^ Thank you!!! I apologize if your patience is wearing thin. ^^;; I'd already finished chapter 1 last year before Haima went to chapter 11 or so. O.o Hehehehe... sorry, I was quite a bit unsure of some scenes in this particular chapter.
Of course the title sounds a bit weird. But the meaning of the title is derived from a pretty interesting word, which is at the same time also a derived word for a pretty gem.
I guess that must be the problem. lol. I'll try to find another title if it's still a bother. ^-^
=^_^=cin
Author: Nekocin
Email: Neko_cin_6@hotmail.com
Genres: Various---> Action and Romance as main genres (I hope Romance wouldn't be so screwed up >.>).
Type: AU
Anime: Yu-gi-oh
Warnings: Shounen-ai (might get a bit yaoi >.> Don't know yet.) Violence. Maybe some OOC. Here in this chapter bad description, vague stuff, OoC-nes, time lapse *starts naming off a lof of disturbances from a list*.
Pairings: Yami Bakura+Ryou/Ryou+Yami Bakura and some others implied. Here in this chapter hints of Malik+Yami Bakura. Use a maginifying glass ^_O
Rated: PG-13, but might get R ::shrugs:: (See "Haima" too)
Disclaimer: Anime in question doesn't belong to me. Never was. Never will. (My poor excuse for writing a disclaimer)
Additional notes: Side-fic 1 to "Haima"
Author's notes:
The beginning is slow... very slow I might say. And might be a bit vague. But please don't leave this story yet. It's the beginning. What should one expect? Racing horses? ^_^; But anyways on with the story.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter 1: Get to the .
9:00 AM
Big, wide brown eyes looked at the mirror. His white hair had almost reached over his back. The once childish-looking face had matured a lot; it was outlined by strong cheekbones. For someone like him who must have been sunburnt before, his skin stayed oddly pale. It could even be mistaken for pearly white.
After all those years of not having real fun in his childhood, Ryou still has those boyish charmes. His eyes for example. They made him look like a little kid; so young, so naive, untainted by hardships... dewy-eyed.
But on the contrary he's a legal adult now.
He adjusted his black uniform and tried to flatten his hair. It was almost time.
"This is it, Ryou" he said to his reflection nervously and took a deep breath.
Not long afterwards, Ryou hurried out of the men's room.
Outside a grand ordinairy-looking building a lot of people were gathering near a stage; The graduation ceremony was about to begin. The graduated ones in their black uniforms quickly made ways towards empty seats in the center of the arranged chairs.
His fellow-classmen were chattering nervously about their examination results. What if they hadn't got enough points for certain stations? What if they were going to be posted somewhere in some secluded area because of their insufficient marks? [1]
Ryou felt their chatters growing on to him. He was getting nervous too; maybe even excited? Just a few more minutes before they would talk about the results and such.
Ryou had come to a conclusion what he wanted to become: an officer.
Suddenly something triggered his mind about having forgotten a-long-time memory. A memory which was worth to have, because that's what had motivated him to choose for the police academy instead of studying for some University abroad.
He could still remember how he had been seized from his mother. But thankfully someone had saved him from the 'evil' man.
Ryou chuckled mentally.
It had been such a long time ago that he forgot what had happened in the meantime when he was held hostage. Hmmm...
He dismissed the fact that he had been fearless... but frowned at the memory; why wasn't he scared?
It was too vague to remember.
After all those years he marveled at the idea of doing something close to home. Sure traveling abroad with his parents was cool..., but he would always miss being at home, doing 'normal' stuff; enclosing himself from the adventurous travels with his parents.
Becoming an officer was something Ryou couldn't even understand. Maybe it was the fact he could help people in that position (as an officer) with the law in his hands? (not likely)
Or it could've been the reason that once becoming an officer one might have signed his own death contract with Shinigami... The god of Death.
"Bakura Ryou!" Someone announced his name and other people began to clap.
Ryou blinked confusedly and smiled sheepishly for not paying attention as he headed towards the platform. The director of the Police Academy handed him his diploma after he'd saluted politely. He could faintly hear the announcer give away his scores on his exams in the background.
Ryou smiled shyly at the crowd.
He'd been too busy with his thoughts that he hadn't noticed the graduation ceremony beginning. Damn! He'd missed the opening scheme. The others had said the opening schemes were always fun... oh well, maybe he could catch the recorded version of the opening scheme.
One of the present chiefs headed towards him and stopped.
"Chief Mutou" the chief introduced himself and smiled at the graduated officer.
The chief was short compared to Ryou, had the strangest haircut (his hair stuck on end in some edges) and got the most interesting pair of purple eyes.
Ryou bowed respectably and flashed the shorter chief a smile. He wondered why the chief was standing next to him.
Was it because he wanted to comment about his long, white hair?
He just couldn't bear cutting his hair. He'd kept it long for a long time and... no one minded it until he'd reached his teenaged years. The reasons for keeping his hair long were quite subtle.
"You know, officer Bakura... you resemble someone I know..." chief Mutou began carefully and a smirk appeared on his face when he'd noticed the confusion flashing in the officer's eyes.
"Who do I resemble if I may ask, sir?" Ryou asked curiously as he could fainrly recall a sudden dream or so he thought; the dream of seeing his twin.
His wide brown eyes stared openly at the pair of purple eyes of the chief.
The chief smiled and reached out his hand, seemingly want to shake hands with the officer. Ryou gave him a funny look, but automatically grabbed hold of the other's hand. Chief Mutou smiled broadly and shook hard.
"I hope to see you next week at station 6, officer Bakura Ryou"
Before Ryou could say anything, the chief had left him.
The young officer blinked in confusion. What had just happened? What were the chief's true intentions to talk to him? Setting him up just to agree going to station 6?
He furrowed his brows in thought. It didn't make any sense. There must be a catch...
"Ryou-kun!!"
He snapped out of his thoughts and smiled brightly. "Okaa-san! Otou-san!"
GREAT! They didn't really forget.
Click!
A photo was taken when Ryou had kneeled on the platform and bended over to greet his parents.
*~*~*~*~*~
9:45 AM
Someone snapped some more photos of Ryou. An unconscious smile appeared on the silhouette's face.
When he thought he had taken enough photos of this particular officer he jumped down from the tree. The tree in which he'd been hiding just to watch the graduation ceremony.
He hid the camera in his jacket and jogged away.
"I knew it!"
*~*~*~*~*~
7:45 AM ~next week~
Ryou looked up at station SIX's building.
It had 5 stories and was apparently the smallest among the other buildings. With its unusual texture it bore an uncanny resemblance of... an elementary school, not counting the extremely expensive-looking windowpanes.
The cold wind brushed past him, making him shiver involuntarily. It makes him wonder if he was stepping in some kind of creepy new life... like some stories tend to have.
Ryou pulled his jacket tightly, embracing himself and walked into the station's grounds. He took a few deep breaths as he entered the building.
Somehow the anxiety had gotten the better of him; he felt shaken already. Though there was actually no reason to be nervous, right? Right. It's just a meeting.
He just hoped he wasn't late for whatever meeting chief Mutou had wanted him to come over for. But the chief never really mentioned a specific time so... it wasn't so bad, he hoped.
*~*~*~*~*~
7:50 AM
Chief Mutou was grinning to himself as soon as he'd caught sight of the familiar white hair outside the station grounds. He looked at the officers who were currently stationed in his floor. They were all pretty much writing out their reports of their latest cases.
"Officer Haku [2]! Ishtar!" he called out and motioned the said officers to come to his desk.
"Yes, sir?" Light indigo [3] and brown eyes blinked as soon as the two officers were standing in front of the chief's desk.
The chief was wearing a knowing look while clasping his hands together on his desk. Both officers detected the seriousness in their chief's stern gaze.
"It's hard for me to say this..."
The two officers looked confused suddenly, even though their faces were still safely blank. What's so hard to tell them? Was it about their investigation from last week?
The chief's purple eyes darted to either one of them.
"... agent Haku, I'm assigning you to a rookie while agent Ishtar will have to wait for a new replacement. I know it's going to be hard..." he explained, noticing the horrified lookes on both faces.
"WHAT?!!" they shouted out in disbelief. Both of them were wearing the same furious look on their faces.
How can this be?!!
And the room went silent. Everyone was staring at their most quick-tempered officers from their floor, nervously. It was a very bad sign when both of them were angry at the same time. They might want to strangle someone, stab someone, punch someone, anything, after whatever discussion they were having with the chief.
"IS THIS SOME SORT OF PUNISHMENT?!" officer Ishtar asked while gritting his teeth.
It was unacceptable to be separated.
"TELL ME WHY I'VE TO BABYSIT A ROOKIE?! AGENT ISHTAR AND I ARE WORKING QUITE FINE TOGETHER!!" officer Haku slammed a fist into the chief's desk.
It was uncalled for to be separated.
The chief watched them calmly, letting them explode first, and seemed unfaced by their anger even though some of the other officers were cowering under their desks.
It's a something he took with stride. Something about being their Commanding officer: he was not afraid of his agents.
"To put it mildly; no, it's not a punishment. I know you two work fine together. But your style of going under cover always seems to jeopardize our work. Even your personalities clash with your looks. That's why you, agent Haku, have to be assigned to this rookie" he explained as he faintly saw someone's shadow looming behind the door to his floor.
As if in cue, someone knocked timidly on the door. Perfect timing!
The two furious agents didn't acknowledge the polite knock. The other officer, however, did look up at the sudden interruption. The door was slowly opened as the other officers including the chief were looking at the new person...
Agent Haku was clenching his fists together. How could the chief do this? Malik was the only one who knew him better than anyone of this station. No one seemed to be tough enough to handle his attitudes or mood swings once he got partnered... except maybe Malik alone. He refused to take care of a puny, little rookie. And agent Ishtar knew it! It's a bad idea to separate them.
As soon as he heard the door creak open, his immediate reflex was grabbing for his hiddin dagger. Experiencedly, he flung it into the door's direction.
Everyone held their breaths.
THUMP.
Their came no startled scream of pain... instead a thud, that told the agent, he'd thrown it at the wall. So the intruder had dodged his dagger?
"This is officer Bakura Ryou, your new partner" the chief grinned, amused by agent Haku's sudden action.
Bakura Ryou?
Agent Haku spun around and stared in disbelief at the rookie.
Long white hair, brown eyes...
"Huh?" came the confused response from the rookie as he stared owlishly at the dagger in the wall and then the chief. What did the chief say? Partner? Whose partner?
Long white hair, brown eyes... frightened brown eyes...
Officer Haku had let out a noticeable gasp. IT'S HIM!
Those whid brown eyes and the familiar long, white hair... were better-looking in person. It's HIM all right.
Agent Ishtar stared in confusion at his best friend, Bakura, and then at the rookie, Ryou. They resembled each other a bit, he noticed suddenly. Although his bet friend looked more... rougher than the rookie. Something cracked inside of him once he'd noticed agent Haku's face had shown something familiar. Something which Bakura rarely showed. Respect.
For the moment there agent Ishtar studied his best friend's face. Somehow he suddenly realized Bakura was... blushing.
"You..." agent Haku had whispered, which was followed by a quizical look from the rookie.
Huh?
The chief laughed mentally when he noticed the disbelieving look on agent Haku's face. He understood why. It's because he'd the same look on his face as soon as Bakura Ryou was called on stage. The rookie practically resembled him... in a matter of speaking. He could tell that the rookie could outbalance agent Haku's rougher style and attitude.
If only agent Ishtar wasn't so into his best friend... the chief sighed.
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8:20 AM
Not long afterwards the chief spoke to officer Bakura and agent Haku in a more private room. He'd ignored agent Ishtar's firce glare as soon as he'd announced having a private meeting with the two. Even though he felt bad in agent Ishtar's case, he reminded himself that work was work with no strings attached.
"Officer Bakura, I like you to meet your partner agent Haku Bakura. I'm quite unnerved by the same name usage and looks, but I guess it's not so bad. Most of your work will consist of writing paperwork and going unrecognized..." chief Mutou paused as he looked at either one of the officers in front of him.
Agent Haku had shut down all his emotions from his face and so it seemed hard to say the least if he agreed with the partnering. The rookie, however, didn't seem to comprehend the whole situation. It was so confusing to him.
His wide brown eyes and arched eyebrows made it clear that he let his emotions show on his face, naturally.
"Uhm... sir, may I get permission to ask a question" Ryou started politely as he automatically raised a nervous hand. He'd picked up the habit from school and it never seemed to fail getting his superiors' attention.
"Permission granted" the chief said curtly and wondered in what kind of family the rookie had been brought up. So polite.
Of course nowadays one can just say youngsters are getting ruthless by the minute. The chief had no idea if this one applied to officer Bakura too.
"Why am I supposed to be here, sir?" Ryou asked hesitantly and the frown deepened.
Indeed the rookie had no clue why the chief had arranged a random meeting for him.
The chief smiled slightly.
"My method of getting some officers into my station is hearing out their examination scores or checking their appearances. In your case it's both of them.
Once you've come up on the mentioned day or week I'd given you, you're by then accepted in this station. That's also how I'd gotten agent Haku back then" the chief explained all the while eyeing the rookie if he was paying any attention at all.
Realization seemed to dawn on the young officer's face and immediately he blushed. He felt embarrassed for asking such a question. It's so obvious!
Ryou ducked his head embarrassedly.
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8:30 AM
In the middle of the busy city a bar was being disturbed. Glasses were thrown everywhere while chairs and tables were being destroyed with axes.
In the dimly lit bar there were four people in maroon-colored business suits and one bartender involved.
The first three men were putting as much damage in the little bar as they wanted. Passersby never bothered to step into the bar and stop them. They all had the same idea: a bar fight between drunks.
It seemed to have become a routine. Crashes here and there in well-known bars.
"Please... please, stop destroying my bar... no! NO, NOT THOSE!!" the bartender begged frustratingly as he tried to stop them. It was in vain attempt to stop this situation and so it went on and on.
CRASH! CRACK!
CRASH! CRACK!
"Do you still question my motive?" the last man threatened as he glared down at the bartender through his dark sunglasses. He was probably the boss of the group.
The man leaned casually over a high chair.
"Please... please... stop it, please... what do you want?" the bartender whimpered helplessly as he squirmed uncomfortably under the scrutiny of those eyes behind the sunglasses.
He would do anything just to stop them from putting the bar in fire itself. Of course, he could deal with bar fights; those drunks would pay for their damage eventually. But a sudden damaging in his bar was uncalled for.
He could tell they weren't going to pay for the destroyed bar as soon as they'd gotten him where they'd wanted or... planned even.
It might cost a fortune to repair everything. The bar was a total mess.
The bartender went on his knees and swallowed his pride. He'd to beg for the bar's dignity.
A smile was spread across the man's face, the one whom the bartender was begging in front of. He felt proud already. It was too easy to break this particular bartender. He leaned closer to the pleading face. A malicious smile appeared on his face and he tapped lightly on the bartender's cheek.
"It's easy, ne? Getting right to the point. I like this spot on which your bar had been built..." his voice trailed off as he noticed the other man's reaction.
Waves of success swapt through his body when he saw the fearful eyes of the bartender widen.
Good. The guy was luckily not stupid. He practically knew where this conversation would go if he'd given them either approval or disapproval. But either way why threaten him and his bar when this neighbourhood's far more explicit than the other areas of the city?
Seeing as the bartender was deep in thought, the boss motioned to his minions to leave. He took one good look at the kneeling man and urged himself to snap the guy out of his unnecessary thoughts.
He held the guy's chin, tilted the man's face and did the unthinkable to horrify the bartender. [4]
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Endnotes:
1: ^^; I just made that one up. I've no idea if that's true.
2: Those who'd read "Haima" might already have an idea who's this person. Those who hadn't, I can just safely say it's Yami Bakura. Seeing as this is AU, it's not a crime to make up a family name for him, is it? ^-^
Though it might be confusing with Bakura Ryou in the story. So... if I just say Bakura or agent/officer Haku, I mean Yami Bakura. If I say Ryou or officer Bakura or rookie, I mean Bakura Ryou. Get it? Okay.
3: I always have this distinct thought about Malik's eyes being indigo. Don't you think?
4: This part is a bit weird, but okay... just use your imagination.
I like to thank those who'd read/reviewed the prologue. ^_^ Thank you!!! I apologize if your patience is wearing thin. ^^;; I'd already finished chapter 1 last year before Haima went to chapter 11 or so. O.o Hehehehe... sorry, I was quite a bit unsure of some scenes in this particular chapter.
Of course the title sounds a bit weird. But the meaning of the title is derived from a pretty interesting word, which is at the same time also a derived word for a pretty gem.
I guess that must be the problem. lol. I'll try to find another title if it's still a bother. ^-^
=^_^=cin