Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Beat Breakers ❯ Here come the Fuzz ( Chapter 2 )

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By: Jerex
The Fuzz arrive to arrest Yugi, Marik, Bakura and any of their associates but with the Yami's on hand their not going to give in and surrender.

Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Adventure / Action / Mystery / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.15.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 228 | Status: Work In Progress

Chapter 2) Here Come the Fuzz
 
The Special Op's team was prepared and ready waiting in a black unmarked van opposite the target. The trained marksmen fingered the safety catches on their guns nervously knowing full well that their latest assignment sent them against evil in its purest form.
 
Teenagers and not just Teenagers but Anarchist Teenagers, Anarchist Teenagers that were in a Punk Rock Band, and to be completely accurate they weren't just Anarchist Teenagers in a Punk Rock Band, they were Celebrity Anarchist Teenagers in a Punk Rock Band.
 
Teenagers were bad enough on there own everyone down the station still flinched at the mention of the `Billy the kid' fiasco, he'd almost brought down the force itself which wasn't bad considering he was a fourteen year old white kid from a good home.
 
And Punk Bands were all devil worshipping sadists who took drugs and their song lyrics all had swearwords in `em.
 
Anarchists every cop hated Anarchists, they were the true enemy, the true evil in the world masquerading as Freedom Fighters and Rebels who never took baths and had funny coloured hair (actually that last one was spot on.)
 
Celebrities, they were worse than all the others hands down, always full of themselves, arrogant, thought they owned the world just because they got on telly and were rich and famous and had a huge estate and dated a super model or Hollywood actress but had did they earn their fame and fortune? Crime that's how, bloody criminals the lot of them.
 
Put `em all together and what do you have? Trouble that's what, that and the Yami Ano Hikari Anarchist Punk Rock Band.
 
“Now listen up” The Commanding Officer Detective Captain Hardcase growled “here's the plan, we go in, we ask politely for the perps to come out”
 
“And if they don't?” asks one of the heavily armed and armoured Swat team Officers.
 
Hardcase grinned flashing a wicked set of cracked teeth that offset his broken disjointed nose perfectly “then we kick in the door and storm the place, now remember if it moves yell at it to freeze or you'll fill it full of lead, if it continues moving fill it full of lead an if it hasn't moved yet don't give it the chance to, got that?”
 
A mutual chorus of muttered agreement came from the Swat team who grinned at each other and `fondled' their weapons, it had been a while since they had carried out an a `sting' raid and `sting' raids were always fun, the looks on the occupants faces when they burst in and stick guns in their faces while telling them to “Get on the ground, get on the ground now, get on the ground you filthy maggot or I'll do you right here, your scum you are your sccuuuumm!!”
 
The swat team moved quickly when released from the van like a certain swarm of flying monkeys (but without the wings and with a piece each) they shoulder the apartment's door smashing it open, they push in and run down the corridor, reaching a set of stairs they ascend to the third floor two steps at a time, following the corridor down they reach the unmarked room where the teenage suspects hideout was based, it wasn't exactly hard to find as they had rented the room using their own names and the only reason it was unmarked was because the door number had fallen off and had been swept up with the trash. Even then you were lead directly to the room by the copious amounts of hideously loud music blaring from the room, from the sound of things the band rehearsal was in full swing, the Swat team leader smirked chalk up another charge (disturbing the peace) to them.
 
“Come out with your hands up” the Team leader whispers knocking with a feather like touch upon the door “or were coming in, in 30 seconds” he turns to the officer beside him “that was 30 seconds wasn't it? Alright go Bravo formation” he gestures for the officer to the right of the door to move, he reaches across and smashes down the door with the policeman's ramming tool he then pulls back to the side, the Team leader left of the door waves his team through “Go, Go, Go” he follows them in shouting “Freeze you bunch of mothers”
 
Now in case you didn't realize Marik technically founded Yami Ano Hikari as a band, and had somehow convinced Bakura and Yugi to join the band sometime after battle city. Why Marik wanted to start a Heavy Metal/Death/Anarchist/Punk Rock Band as Yami Ano Hikari actually was and why he wanted to form it with Yugi and Bakura was a great mystery that even the greatest of present day psychologists, psycho therapists and analysts wouldn't be able to uncover satisfactorily. Perhaps since he'd stopped running the criminal organization known as the Ghouls or Rare Hunters a surprisingly niece criminal ring that only focused on cards and several exceedingly rare and exceedingly ancient artifacts called the Millennium Items, as a consequence his life long hobby of attempting World Domination was no longer viable nor realistic so maybe he just needed a new hobby, either way as Ishizu said “It keeps him out of the house and yet off the streets and out of trouble” `more or less, usually less'
 
Yugi and his `Other me' as he refers to the Ancient, Heroic and wise Pharaoh currently renting space in Yugi's body and soul was only to happy to join a band founded by his previous mortal enemy, (that boy is far to forgiving for his own good) if you couldn't tell from his hairstyle, his clothes, his spirits attitude problem, the thick metal chain he hangs the millennium puzzle on and his vast collection of belt buckles, Yugi is a punk and surprisingly few people know this he also could play the Keyboard quite well. Because of his fame Yugi now found it increasingly difficult to participate in dueling as often as before seeing as he'd immediately be swamped by people wanting his autographs or a shot at the god cards and his title of King of Games and since he was already famous the lifestyle of a rock star suited his jet-set life perfectly.
 
How on Earth Marik had persuaded the shy yet sticky fingered Bakura and even more shockingly the other Bakura who is known as the unstoppable Thief king was yet another unexplained mystery like do UFO's and the Abominable Snowman really exist? Are School Dinners really food? What did kill of the Dinosaurs? And did the ball really cross the line in 66? To look at Ryo Bakura with his long white locks and doe like features all wrapped up in a stripy T-shirt one wouldn't realize that not only could he play the drums but that he both liked and preferred them. His Yami the soul stealing Domino's most wanted on the other hand yeah, he loved the Drums as well. That said Ryo Bakura did not look like the type, then again he doesn't look like the type to use a deck of cards based on the creepiest and scariest looking monsters you could imagine and quite a few that you couldn't imagine as well, nor would his father say that his son was the kind of person to be found possessed by an ancient evil spirit bent on world domination. Lets face it had taken his friends a month before they realized that he was a compulsive thief damn it!
 
Seto Kaiba was the governor; I expect your wondering why the hell the President of Kaibacorp a computer gaming company would become the manager of a Punk Rock band? I can not be held responsible for any lack of imagination on your part I can however tell you that that's precisely the reason he became the bands manager you idiots. He may not like them but they are all high ranking Duelists and as a band they can actually string together some half-way decent music, if a little noisy for Kaiba's tastes other people still liked it and would pay to listen and dance to it. It was a nice little earner plus he wasn't about to let some smooth talking opportunist take control of Yugi Motou, not when he could do it and also double the profits while he's at it.
 
As for the roadie Joey, well every band needs someone to sweep up and supply the refreshments, of course Kaiba didn't like it but then Joey didn't like Kaiba as such they usually ended up Dueling each other (mat based rather than Duel Disc to save time and due to space and time issues.)
 
And this is what the Swat team saw upon entering the room commando or is that Dukes of hazard style?
 
Marik had his back to them his hand a blur on his electric guitar, Yugi beside him was facing the side and also didn't notice them he was playing the keyboard, Bakura was opposite Marik by the window he hit a cymbal with his drum stick and continued the drumbeat.
 
Kaiba and Joey were sitting around a small table to the left hand side of the room they were both wearing ear plugs to prevent themselves from going deaf, while the band members seemed immune any and all noise levels the roadie and manager were not, that's not to say Joey didn't like the music he did, just not when the speakers were cranked up to a 155, they were in mid-duel as they couldn't hurl the traditional insults and trash talking the Duel was progressing much faster than normal and as such they were presently on their third match with Joey determined to win this time. While Kaiba's back was facing the door, opposite him Joey had a grandstand view of the door been smashed in and the Swat team storming the room and gaped in amazement, unfortunately for all concerned no one could hear a thing over the music, so the Swat team's demands went unanswered and Joey's colourful exclamation went unheard.
 
You know how it is everyone's speaking at once and you can't understand a word but then someone says a name, maybe your name or someone you know and then it instantly clicks, you don't hear it but you understand it, you feel it.
 
“Censored it's the censored Fuzz” exclaims Joey jerking in his seat, eyes wide and alarmed.
 
Bakura looked up as his Yami takes over `police where?' he thinks, leaping to his feet he throws his drumsticks at the Swat team before reaching across his drum kit to wrench of a cymbal and with a scream of “You'll never take me alive!” which was pointless as no one could hear a word, jumped through a window and out to freedom, having used the cymbal as a makeshift shield.
 
Kaiba having seen that something had broken the Mutt's weak concentration and then witnessing Bakura damage his drums and then jump out of a window instead of using the door like everyone else deduced that something was wrong, turning around he sees the police fire two rounds at the disappearing Bakura which one luckily misses and the other was deflected by the Cymbal before Bakura dropped from view.
 
Marik frowns `why has Bakura jumped out of the window?' he thinks `he knows were on the second floor, ah well he must have had his reasons' he spins round accidentally bashing one of the officers over the head with his guitar dropping him like a bad habit, instantly every piece in the room was trained on Marik like a scene from a gang warfare film, Marik wasn't concerned with the guns presently aimed at his head he was more concerned with a certain white haired thief `why that cowardly little albino weasel' he thinks hotly `he saved his own hide and left us in the lurch' Marik did what any former leader of a crazed Card stealing crime syndicate would have done in the circumstances he yelled “It's the rozzors!” and threw his guitar at the remaining officers who fire on reflex, not pausing for an instant while a hail of bullets rip his pride and joy to shreds (the guitar, don't be morbid) buying him enough time to reach another window and throw himself through it coping the Tomb Robber to freedom, hoping he had a plan.
 
Since everyone had now stopped playing the sound of the second window breaking was now hearable despite the fact everyone who wasn't wearing ear plugs ears were ringing. Kaiba pulls out his ear plugs and tries to calm everyone down, but his efforts are hindered by the officers who have already lost two suspects and there not going to lose another “I give up” Yugi says backing away slowly “I will not resist arrest” he holds his hands up in the traditional I surrender gesture. There was a crash behind him as Marik jumps back through the third and previously unbroken window “Leg it Yugi” he yells as he grabs him by the scruff of the neck and bodily throws him and himself through the last remaining unbroken window and into mid-air