Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Night ❯ Jewelry ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Kurayami Ryuu 
In which Ryou developes an unhealthy interest in pretty jewelry...
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.29.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 460 | Status: Completed
In which Ryou developes an unhealthy interest in pretty jewelry...
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.29.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 460 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Hey, guess what? JessicaKittyDemon has all my best CDs!!!! Argh!!!! It’s terrible! I’ve sunk to a whole new low; I’m listening to old tapes I recorded off the radio back in ’01. There’s actually some really good songs on them, but... Oh, disclaimer? Feh! ...Fine, Yu-gi-oh is Kazuki Takahashi’s; happy now?
A/N: ‘And I miss you/Like the deserts miss the rain...’ Oro? XD O, crossing fandoms; it makes my head hurt. Ah! I have ‘Meet Virginia’ by Train on THREE of these tapes! I must have really liked that song... (sweatdrop) Hey, I’m in CD deprival; did you expect me to not get weird? Well, I’ll probably have them back by the time I get around to posting this, but then again I wouldn’t count on it. She’s had them for weeks. I left one of those folder things of them at her house last time I was over and haven’t been able to get them back yet T.T This is worse than the time when I lost some of my Yu-gi-oh cards in her couch...
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Chapter Five: Jewelry
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The next day, Malik could leave the hospital. He wasn’t completely better, but he had to leave as soon as possible. “I don’t know where I’m going to get the money to pay off the hospital bills,” he explained. They had gone to the game shop for the time being, until they could figure out what to do with him, though first they had stopped by the apartment to pick up some of his things. “I’m not even going to be able to pay the rent; I’m too young to get a job and nothing we steal is really enough.”
Mai shrugged. “That’s no big deal. Why don’t you stay at my house? I can probably get money for your hospital bills too, from my parents. I’ll just tell them I want to buy a car, and-”
“No way,” Bakura interrupted. “We’re supposed to save that for emergencies, remember?”
She arched an eyebrow. “So what would you call this, exactly?”
He scowled, choosing to ignore that remark. “You know that if we use them too often they’ll get suspicious, right? We can do this by ourselves. I’m thinking a jewelry store.”
Abruptly, she stood up, glaring. “Oh, I get it. This is your ego talking. You want to prove to yourself that you can do this by yourself; if this was your own brother we were talking about, would you be willing to take any risks?” And she stalked off.
There was a moment of silence. Finally, Bakura couldn’t take it anymore. He burst out laughing. “What’s her problem?” he asked incredulously.
Jou frowned at him. “This isn’t funny, man,” he grumbled, and ran out after Mai. Bakura blinked, and shrugged.
Yami shook his head. “For once, I somehow agree with you,” he said. “I don’t think we should lie to Mai’s parents any more than we have to. We can get the money for Malik’s hospital bills ourselves, and Malik can stay here. I don’t think jii-san will mind another mouth to feed; he makes plenty of money from the shop.”
Bakura smirked. “Finally, someone who sees sense. You’re the last one I would have expected, Yami, but oh well.”
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Jou didn’t have much trouble finding Mai. She was leaning against the back wall of the game shop, lighting up a cigarette. He frowned.
“You know that’s bad for you, right?” he said.
She jumped, cigarette dropping to the ground. “Jou! You startled me.”
He smiled a little, leaning against the wall next to her. “Gomen ne. And sorry that Bakura can be such a jerk sometimes, too. But what was that back there? I’ve hardly ever seen you so pissed.”
She grimaced. “Oh, I don’t know... I really blew up, huh?”
He sighed, smile fading. “Please?”
“Huh?”
“Please tell me what’s the matter. I know something’s gotta be on your mind for you to go off like that. You’re my best friend, and I wanna help you if I can.”
She blinked, startled. Best friend? Sure, they hung out a lot, but she had always thought that Jou considered Yami and his little brother to be his best friends. That felt... nice. “Well, I don’t know. I guess I worry... about you.” She blushed, and looked away. Shit, this was embarrassing. She wasn’t exactly the type that let herself get mushy that often. “I know there’s a lot of bad stuff going on in you life, and all this sort of makes me worry that... I don’t know.”
When she finally got the courage to look at him again, she found that he was blushing too. “Eh, you don’t need to worry about me, I’ll be fine... Thank you, though. Hey, you wanna, um, come back inside? They’re probably worried about us.”
She made a face, though she really felt much better. “I don’t know... Being in the same building as Bakura when he’s mad at you doesn’t really appeal.”
He rolled his eyes. “Nah, I don’t think he’s mad. The weirdo was laughing when I left. The worst he’ll probably do is make fun of you.”
She scoffed. “Oh, like that’s much better.” But she went back in anyway.
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It took a fair amount of planning. First, they had to find a good jewelry store. Then they had to figure out exactly how they were going to get a good diamond ring or three without all winding up in jail. From then on it was simple; they just needed to get some fake diamonds, and figure out who would do the rather ‘unpleasant’ part of the job.
“Well, I’m out,” Mai said smugly. “It’s great to be a woman...” The others grumbled, but they couldn’t disagree.
“Same goes for me,” Yami said. “With my hair, I don’t exactly look like the marrying type...”
“We could just shave it off and let you grow it back its natural color,” Bakura commented. “I’ll bet it’s brown and straight or something boring like that.” Kaiba growled, but kept his mouth shut.
“This is its natural color,” Yami said stiffly.
Bakura stared, but decided that it wasn’t worth it. “Well, I should certainly hope that I don’t come across as the marrying type. Same goes for Kaiba, and he doesn't even need bizarre hair to do it. Jou?”
Jou gaped. “W-what, me? No way! I look poor, anyway; I can’t do it.”
Bakura rolled his eyes. “Then who can? C’mon, we’ll dress you up, you’ll be fine.”
“And,” he added, “I’m not all that good a slight-of-hand. That’s -you’re- specialty, actually...”
While Malik giggled - he was automatically out because of his injuries - Bakura blanched. “Um, good point, you can’t do slight-of-hand. Kaiba can, though!”
“Me?” Kaiba sneered nastily. “But I must look pretty poor too. Brown, straight, boring hair and all that...”
“But I’ll bet you touch up real nice!” he tried desperately.
“I... I could do it.”
Everybody turned to stare. “Ryou? Bakura demanded. “Okay, maybe you’re not quite clear on this. You may hang out with us all the time, but that doesn’t mean you’re part of the gang, any more than Yuugi is. And anyway, if Jou isn’t good at slight-of-hand, what makes you think you can do it? Because if you’re going to steal the shop’s most expensive ring from right under the jeweler’s nose, you need to be a pro.”
He winced, but continued on determinedly. “I could learn! You need someone who looks like the type who would be interested in buying a wedding ring, and Jou doesn’t want to do it.”
Bakura rolled his eyes. “Hey, maybe you could learn, but not nearly fast enough. Just thinking about that is funny. Okay, Jou, you’re doing this. No ifs, ands, or-”
“But-!”
“-buts. Mai can buy you a suit; that’s just petty cash to her, right? You’re not that bad at slight-of-hand; practice. The rest of us-”
“Bakura!” Said gang leader gaped at Ryou, who was currently looking scarier than he had ever seen him. “Why do you always just brush me off like that? I’m not completely worthless, you know! If you won’t let me do the main part, at least let me help a little. I may not be a part of this gang, but you’re all still my friends and I want to help!”
Bakura sweatdropped, looking around. Shit, after that they would slaughter him if he didn’t agree. He sighed. “Fine, fine! Geez... You can help the rest of us. But I’m still going to have to show you some tricks... Just don’t screw this up, okay?”
Ryou smiled happily.
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Finally, the day arrived; they were all ready. The robbery at the gas station had paid off; they used the same trick they had used there. Kaiba climbed through the window of the back room where the security camera data went, and after knocking out the guard he disabled them.
Awkwardly, he climbed back out; going in and out windows wasn’t exactly easy for him since he was the tallest member of the group. “You kill him?” Bakura said cheerfully.
Kaiba rolled his eyes. “Unlike some people, I am not obsessed with killing,” he said dryly. “I knocked him out and tied him up.”
Bakura sighed. “Your loss. Well, let’s go!”
A few minutes later, the jeweler looked up and Jou walked through the front door. He tried to hide his discomfort in the suit and tie Mai had bought for him. “Um, hi,” he said nervously. “I’m here to buy a wedding ring.”
Just outside the store, Kaiba groaned. “Would you look at that amateur puppy?” he demanded. “Please tell me he did not just say ‘um.’”
“Sorry, but someone once told me that lying is bad,” Bakura said, grinning. “Let’s go in at one minute intervals, and remember, if anything goes wrong then try not to act suspicious. I don’t want you all getting caught.”
“Aw, how sweet of you,” Mai said sarcastically.
He glowered, and checked his watch. “Hmm, looks like it’s your turn...”
Soon, they were all in. The owner must be surprised, Ryou reflected vaguely. Considering the fact that they were the only ones in the store, this must be a lot of business for him. His mind was mostly occupied, however, with his job.
Jou’s job was to gradually ask to see more and more expensive rings, until he asked to see the most expensive ring in the shop. They had already found out what this was, and had made a fake ring that looked exactly like it. Jou would exchange this for the real one. Meanwhile, the rest of them, including Ryou, were to go around the store and do the same with pre-chosen other rings on display.
At first, he was nervous. Bakura had shown him some simple tricks, but he was still worried that the store keeper would catch him. But it wasn’t actually hard at all. As long as he kept behind the man, there was no way he would see. It was a piece of cake...
Then, he dropped a ring.
“Hey, what you’re-” the jeweler started, turning around, and then his eyes narrowed. Ryou had dropped both the real ring and the fake one. He grabbed them and hurriedly hid them behind his back, before realizing it was too late.
“He heh?” He swallowed, and held one of the rings out. “I, um, dropped this; sorry...”
The man scowled. “You thief, show me your other hand!” He took a step forward, at which point Jou promptly bonked him on the head.
“Okay, everybody out!” Bakura snapped, then turned to look at his brother. “Good going, Ryou,” he hissed. “Now he’ll remember what you look like!” He stalked over and snatched the rings out of his hands. “Idiot!”
He winced. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!”
He scoffed. “Oh, that helps, so much. Really. Damn... Jou, grab that ring and let’s get out of here.”
“Nobody move!”
The three remaining thieves in the store looked up, startled. It was the guard from the back room, and he was pointing a gun at them.
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A/N: Bwuhahaha! Bad, clumsy Ryou! ...Did it suck? I think it sucked, personally. You have to understand, I have zero experience at writing this kind of thing. I don’t even usually watch movies about this kind of thing. Ocean’s Eleven, Blues Brothers (which is really more about destroying cars than stealing things anyway), and... That’s about all I can think of off the top of my head. See? Oh well, the next chapter will be funner... more fun... something like that... Things heat up a little between Ryou and Bakura; yay! (hu-u-uge grin) (cough-more-or-less-lying-cough) R&R?
A/N: ‘And I miss you/Like the deserts miss the rain...’ Oro? XD O, crossing fandoms; it makes my head hurt. Ah! I have ‘Meet Virginia’ by Train on THREE of these tapes! I must have really liked that song... (sweatdrop) Hey, I’m in CD deprival; did you expect me to not get weird? Well, I’ll probably have them back by the time I get around to posting this, but then again I wouldn’t count on it. She’s had them for weeks. I left one of those folder things of them at her house last time I was over and haven’t been able to get them back yet T.T This is worse than the time when I lost some of my Yu-gi-oh cards in her couch...
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Chapter Five: Jewelry
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The next day, Malik could leave the hospital. He wasn’t completely better, but he had to leave as soon as possible. “I don’t know where I’m going to get the money to pay off the hospital bills,” he explained. They had gone to the game shop for the time being, until they could figure out what to do with him, though first they had stopped by the apartment to pick up some of his things. “I’m not even going to be able to pay the rent; I’m too young to get a job and nothing we steal is really enough.”
Mai shrugged. “That’s no big deal. Why don’t you stay at my house? I can probably get money for your hospital bills too, from my parents. I’ll just tell them I want to buy a car, and-”
“No way,” Bakura interrupted. “We’re supposed to save that for emergencies, remember?”
She arched an eyebrow. “So what would you call this, exactly?”
He scowled, choosing to ignore that remark. “You know that if we use them too often they’ll get suspicious, right? We can do this by ourselves. I’m thinking a jewelry store.”
Abruptly, she stood up, glaring. “Oh, I get it. This is your ego talking. You want to prove to yourself that you can do this by yourself; if this was your own brother we were talking about, would you be willing to take any risks?” And she stalked off.
There was a moment of silence. Finally, Bakura couldn’t take it anymore. He burst out laughing. “What’s her problem?” he asked incredulously.
Jou frowned at him. “This isn’t funny, man,” he grumbled, and ran out after Mai. Bakura blinked, and shrugged.
Yami shook his head. “For once, I somehow agree with you,” he said. “I don’t think we should lie to Mai’s parents any more than we have to. We can get the money for Malik’s hospital bills ourselves, and Malik can stay here. I don’t think jii-san will mind another mouth to feed; he makes plenty of money from the shop.”
Bakura smirked. “Finally, someone who sees sense. You’re the last one I would have expected, Yami, but oh well.”
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Jou didn’t have much trouble finding Mai. She was leaning against the back wall of the game shop, lighting up a cigarette. He frowned.
“You know that’s bad for you, right?” he said.
She jumped, cigarette dropping to the ground. “Jou! You startled me.”
He smiled a little, leaning against the wall next to her. “Gomen ne. And sorry that Bakura can be such a jerk sometimes, too. But what was that back there? I’ve hardly ever seen you so pissed.”
She grimaced. “Oh, I don’t know... I really blew up, huh?”
He sighed, smile fading. “Please?”
“Huh?”
“Please tell me what’s the matter. I know something’s gotta be on your mind for you to go off like that. You’re my best friend, and I wanna help you if I can.”
She blinked, startled. Best friend? Sure, they hung out a lot, but she had always thought that Jou considered Yami and his little brother to be his best friends. That felt... nice. “Well, I don’t know. I guess I worry... about you.” She blushed, and looked away. Shit, this was embarrassing. She wasn’t exactly the type that let herself get mushy that often. “I know there’s a lot of bad stuff going on in you life, and all this sort of makes me worry that... I don’t know.”
When she finally got the courage to look at him again, she found that he was blushing too. “Eh, you don’t need to worry about me, I’ll be fine... Thank you, though. Hey, you wanna, um, come back inside? They’re probably worried about us.”
She made a face, though she really felt much better. “I don’t know... Being in the same building as Bakura when he’s mad at you doesn’t really appeal.”
He rolled his eyes. “Nah, I don’t think he’s mad. The weirdo was laughing when I left. The worst he’ll probably do is make fun of you.”
She scoffed. “Oh, like that’s much better.” But she went back in anyway.
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It took a fair amount of planning. First, they had to find a good jewelry store. Then they had to figure out exactly how they were going to get a good diamond ring or three without all winding up in jail. From then on it was simple; they just needed to get some fake diamonds, and figure out who would do the rather ‘unpleasant’ part of the job.
“Well, I’m out,” Mai said smugly. “It’s great to be a woman...” The others grumbled, but they couldn’t disagree.
“Same goes for me,” Yami said. “With my hair, I don’t exactly look like the marrying type...”
“We could just shave it off and let you grow it back its natural color,” Bakura commented. “I’ll bet it’s brown and straight or something boring like that.” Kaiba growled, but kept his mouth shut.
“This is its natural color,” Yami said stiffly.
Bakura stared, but decided that it wasn’t worth it. “Well, I should certainly hope that I don’t come across as the marrying type. Same goes for Kaiba, and he doesn't even need bizarre hair to do it. Jou?”
Jou gaped. “W-what, me? No way! I look poor, anyway; I can’t do it.”
Bakura rolled his eyes. “Then who can? C’mon, we’ll dress you up, you’ll be fine.”
“And,” he added, “I’m not all that good a slight-of-hand. That’s -you’re- specialty, actually...”
While Malik giggled - he was automatically out because of his injuries - Bakura blanched. “Um, good point, you can’t do slight-of-hand. Kaiba can, though!”
“Me?” Kaiba sneered nastily. “But I must look pretty poor too. Brown, straight, boring hair and all that...”
“But I’ll bet you touch up real nice!” he tried desperately.
“I... I could do it.”
Everybody turned to stare. “Ryou? Bakura demanded. “Okay, maybe you’re not quite clear on this. You may hang out with us all the time, but that doesn’t mean you’re part of the gang, any more than Yuugi is. And anyway, if Jou isn’t good at slight-of-hand, what makes you think you can do it? Because if you’re going to steal the shop’s most expensive ring from right under the jeweler’s nose, you need to be a pro.”
He winced, but continued on determinedly. “I could learn! You need someone who looks like the type who would be interested in buying a wedding ring, and Jou doesn’t want to do it.”
Bakura rolled his eyes. “Hey, maybe you could learn, but not nearly fast enough. Just thinking about that is funny. Okay, Jou, you’re doing this. No ifs, ands, or-”
“But-!”
“-buts. Mai can buy you a suit; that’s just petty cash to her, right? You’re not that bad at slight-of-hand; practice. The rest of us-”
“Bakura!” Said gang leader gaped at Ryou, who was currently looking scarier than he had ever seen him. “Why do you always just brush me off like that? I’m not completely worthless, you know! If you won’t let me do the main part, at least let me help a little. I may not be a part of this gang, but you’re all still my friends and I want to help!”
Bakura sweatdropped, looking around. Shit, after that they would slaughter him if he didn’t agree. He sighed. “Fine, fine! Geez... You can help the rest of us. But I’m still going to have to show you some tricks... Just don’t screw this up, okay?”
Ryou smiled happily.
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Finally, the day arrived; they were all ready. The robbery at the gas station had paid off; they used the same trick they had used there. Kaiba climbed through the window of the back room where the security camera data went, and after knocking out the guard he disabled them.
Awkwardly, he climbed back out; going in and out windows wasn’t exactly easy for him since he was the tallest member of the group. “You kill him?” Bakura said cheerfully.
Kaiba rolled his eyes. “Unlike some people, I am not obsessed with killing,” he said dryly. “I knocked him out and tied him up.”
Bakura sighed. “Your loss. Well, let’s go!”
A few minutes later, the jeweler looked up and Jou walked through the front door. He tried to hide his discomfort in the suit and tie Mai had bought for him. “Um, hi,” he said nervously. “I’m here to buy a wedding ring.”
Just outside the store, Kaiba groaned. “Would you look at that amateur puppy?” he demanded. “Please tell me he did not just say ‘um.’”
“Sorry, but someone once told me that lying is bad,” Bakura said, grinning. “Let’s go in at one minute intervals, and remember, if anything goes wrong then try not to act suspicious. I don’t want you all getting caught.”
“Aw, how sweet of you,” Mai said sarcastically.
He glowered, and checked his watch. “Hmm, looks like it’s your turn...”
Soon, they were all in. The owner must be surprised, Ryou reflected vaguely. Considering the fact that they were the only ones in the store, this must be a lot of business for him. His mind was mostly occupied, however, with his job.
Jou’s job was to gradually ask to see more and more expensive rings, until he asked to see the most expensive ring in the shop. They had already found out what this was, and had made a fake ring that looked exactly like it. Jou would exchange this for the real one. Meanwhile, the rest of them, including Ryou, were to go around the store and do the same with pre-chosen other rings on display.
At first, he was nervous. Bakura had shown him some simple tricks, but he was still worried that the store keeper would catch him. But it wasn’t actually hard at all. As long as he kept behind the man, there was no way he would see. It was a piece of cake...
Then, he dropped a ring.
“Hey, what you’re-” the jeweler started, turning around, and then his eyes narrowed. Ryou had dropped both the real ring and the fake one. He grabbed them and hurriedly hid them behind his back, before realizing it was too late.
“He heh?” He swallowed, and held one of the rings out. “I, um, dropped this; sorry...”
The man scowled. “You thief, show me your other hand!” He took a step forward, at which point Jou promptly bonked him on the head.
“Okay, everybody out!” Bakura snapped, then turned to look at his brother. “Good going, Ryou,” he hissed. “Now he’ll remember what you look like!” He stalked over and snatched the rings out of his hands. “Idiot!”
He winced. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!”
He scoffed. “Oh, that helps, so much. Really. Damn... Jou, grab that ring and let’s get out of here.”
“Nobody move!”
The three remaining thieves in the store looked up, startled. It was the guard from the back room, and he was pointing a gun at them.
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A/N: Bwuhahaha! Bad, clumsy Ryou! ...Did it suck? I think it sucked, personally. You have to understand, I have zero experience at writing this kind of thing. I don’t even usually watch movies about this kind of thing. Ocean’s Eleven, Blues Brothers (which is really more about destroying cars than stealing things anyway), and... That’s about all I can think of off the top of my head. See? Oh well, the next chapter will be funner... more fun... something like that... Things heat up a little between Ryou and Bakura; yay! (hu-u-uge grin) (cough-more-or-less-lying-cough) R&R?