Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dragoon ❯ Abductions ( Chapter 3 )

The Duelist's Heiress: thank you for the review, I hope you are enjoying this fic, as much as I'm enjoying writing it.

 

Chapter 3) Dreaming and Abduction

 

The Five Duellists slipped out of the TV studies via the back way to avoid been mobbed by rabid fans and entered the underground garage alone. Kaiba walked past the rows of cars and away from his fellow Duellists immediately, heading towards his waiting Limo.

 

“Oi! Kaiba how about a lift?” Marik yells at Kaiba's retreating back. “That'll be the day” retorts Kaiba, not stopping. “Is that a no?” asks Marik, “what do you think?” replies Kaiba as he reaches his Limo and gets inside, winding down the window with a press of a button Kaiba shoots one final comment “remember you all represent the Duelling world try not to embarrass me” the window winds up as the Limo pulls out of the garage.

 

Joey shake his head “Grrr that Kaiba, why I oughta…” he suddenly remembers and looks stricken “whoops, gotta run, later you guys, Mai said she'd stick around and give me a lift back home” he yells back as way of explanation.

 

Bakura, Marik and winger were left alone together in the dark car park. Marik had his arm around Bakura affectionately, when Marik noticed Winger was dawdling along and alone he called out to him, “hey J” grins Marik from ear to ear “wanna tag along with us? Were going to hit the night clubs, after all its not everyday you get to sample the Tokyo night life”

 

Winger regards him strangely “put like that I can see why” he comments. “Look” he sighs “thanks for the offer but I should really get back to the hotel, my sponsor is very strict and…” Marik grabs him around the shoulders and pulls him up to him, matching Bakura on the other side “nonsense” claims Marik, “what's life without a little spice, an edge, danger, c'mon play hooky, we could use some fresh company, right Bakura?” Bakura nods his head, “c'mon on we could meet some hot of triplets and make up a six some” Marik's madcap mood was contagious “I'll be in enough trouble as it is, over the interview” he sighs theatrically and then grins “but it'll be worth it”

 

Bakura looks across at him “you'll join us then?” he asks Winger who shrugs lopsidedly bumping Marik who bumps Bakura as they leave the car park and enter the city streets “why not?” he says “your only young once and after all its my life to lead”

 

“Good on you” Marik congratulates him and slaps him on the back, Bakura offers a feral grin “I warn you it could get rough, we tend to take night on the wild side a little too literally” Winger laughs at this “I laugh at danger, well a black eye anyway” he turns slightly more serious “let's do it fellow third, no fourth rate duellists, lets go have a good time.

 

Cruising along the darkened Domino city streets Joey let the cool night wash over him, sitting in the passenger seat of a bright red sports car driven by a gorgeous blond in a tight leather top and a rubber mini skirt, this was the life.

 

He was a successfully duellist ranked in the top five alongside Yugi, Kaiba, Marik and Pegasus, he had a loving sister who thankfully for his state of mind wasn't dating Tristan or Duke though to his annoyance they both still made passes at her. And most importantly of all he had Mai, Mai Valentine described most fondly by Tea once as a bleach blond tease in a tight top, no wait that was him well minus the bleach blond bit which he happens to resemble you know.

 

Joey was head over heels in love with Mai and while she might not feel that strongly about him yet, she and him had sorta started dating a few months ago, Tristan had laid odds on how long it would last but even if longest estimate hadn't made it.

 

Joey snapped back to reality as the car slows and stops “huh” he asks looking around at his surroundings “hey this isn't my apartment” Mai smiles “no” she agrees “its mine” she runs a finger teasingly up and down Joeys chin before shutting his mouth for him, he was still clueless “do I have to spell it out?” she asks half wearily half amused “I'm inviting you in for a coffee” she says, Joey suddenly realises what she's getting at and blushes “oh” he says dumbly “oh” he smiles back gratefully and hungrily “why I'd be delighted to accept yer most generous offer my Lady” he jumps out of the car and does a mock curtsy.

 

“Why thank you Lord Joseph” replies Mia as he opens her door for her to get out “personally” replies Joey “I see myself as more of a knight, Sir Joey Wheeler at your service” he starts enacting a mock swordfight with himself “need me to rescue a dragon or slay a Maiden or something?” Mai chuckles at his antics “it's the other way around, and if I were you I'd stay away from maidens if you know what's good for you” as they reach the door of her apartment it seemed like nothing would get Joey to quit playing the goat or in this case knight “oh Joey” smirks Mai “I read somewhere that knights never have sex with their courtly ladies” Joey anime freezes and face faults, Mai smiles and leans in close to whisper into his ear “maybe your not so knight like after all, but you'll do for me big boy” she pulls him into the apartment slamming the door behind them.

 

Kaiba entered his mansion tiredly, it was late and for once he had no intention of pulling an all nighter for Kaiba Corp “hey big bro!” a black haired blur appeared out of no where and wrapped itself around Kaiba's middle, Kaiba smiled warmly “had a good day Mokie?” he asks his little brother “yep” replies Mokuba letting go of Kaiba to bounce around him excitedly instead “I saw you duel Seto, I wish I was as half as good as you” he sighs.

 

Kaiba frowns “don't talk like that” he tells him “Your better Duellist than half the losers we accept into the tournaments” he scowls darkly “I don't even know how Raptor and Underwood managed to get in this year, I certainly didn't invite them” Mokuba looks pleased at the compliment. “Why are you still up anyway?” continues Kaiba eyeing Mokuba critically “its way past your bedtime” Mokuba face faults “I uh ha, ha ha” Mokuba runs of “just going Bro” Kaiba shakes his head amusedly. And heads to his own room, beside Mokubas, Kaiba finds himself feeling strangely worn out and barely has time to remove his beloved trench coat before he collapses dead to the world on his four poster.

 

Mokuba sticks his head around the door and smiles fondly at his brother, tiptoeing in he covers him up with a blanket, tucking him in Mokuba kisses Kaiba on the forehead whispering “sweet dreams big brother” before tiptoeing back out closing the door behind him quietly.

 

Winger only just avoids having his head smashed in by a large bruiser covered in tattoos with a Mohican haircut this is new he thinks wirily as he narrowly doges another punch, he hadn't any time to spare to look for Marik and Bakura, he had to concentrate solely on dodging been knocked into the middle of next week.

 

Bakura was agile enough and despite his bodies weaknesses whenever the spirit took over he could perform moves that Ryo could only in his wildest dreams perform. Millennia of been trapped inside a millennium item had not dulled his brawling skills, he weaved and ducked, jabbed and side stepped, grabbed hold of the goon behind him and slammed his head into the skull of the one in front waving a knife about, he instantly dropped the knife and collapsed with the `weapon' used on him, leaving Bakura with a short break in between opponents to collect himself.

 

He scanned the room quickly; the new boy was handling himself well for a modern day mortal since he couldn't compete with their assailants physically he focussed on dodging any and all attacks against him, frustrating and annoying his attacker who made wilder swipes that were even easier to dodge, Marik like always was on top form and was getting pounded heavily but enjoying every minute, that's not to say he wasn't putting a smack down on his opponents, he gave more than he took, but took a lot more than the Bakura and Winger, he paused to wipe a trail of blood from his nose after giving his opponent a black eye.

 

This sure was one hell of a night.

 

Kaiba was tossing and turning in his sleep, subconsciously he threw the sheet of him, he was sweating profoundly, his bed creaked and groaned with every movement he made, his breathing was heavy and horse. A birthmark present on his right arm, a blue dragon shaped mark with along serpentine head, curved wings, long arms ending in claws along it's side, a spindly yet seemingly strong body from which a long serrated tail hangs from behind running along Kaiba's arm up to his elbow. The birthmark starts glowing as Kaiba thrashes about even harder.

 

In Mai's bedroom in her apartment, Joey held his love in his strong arms sleep proved elusive for him, normally after…it, when he was lying there with Mai in his arms he just drifted of into a dreamless sleep, but not tonight, something felt wrong, really wrong, unexplainable pain cursed through his right arm, it felt like his birthmark, which he'd always been proud of, was trying to rip itself apart, it was a black dragon like mark with sweeping wings and a powerful jaw it looked spindly from some angles but Joey knew it was really powerful, with its sweptback arms and legs and a thin tail that ended an inch away from his elbow, it had always reminded him of a red Eyes B. Dragon.

 

He moved slightly, his throat felt dry, his heartbeat felt like a machine gun blazing away at his ribcage, he felt faint, this wasn't sleep he was fainti…he passed out, his unwary lover still clutched in his arms.

 

Winger paused to catch his breath leaning against a convenient street sign, Marik was leaning on Bakura dabbing his bloody nose with a hanky supplied by the white haired boy “I don't want it back” mumbles Bakura he was grateful that the spirit had taken care of his body during the fight and that there wasn't a mark on him, but he still blamed Marik for this in the first place.

 

“I have never been thrown out of a night club for starting a fight before” gasps Winger. “We didn't start the fight” protests Marik. “Well” comments Bakura “it was all your fault.” Marik scowls “what is this pick on Marik day?”

 

“Look” winger pulls himself up and of the sign to look in Marik's direction “you chattered her up, it was her boyfriend and his mates that took it in their heads to give us a right hammering, ergo its your fault”

 

“How the hell was I supposed to know she had a boyfriend?” argues Marik. “She did mention it a couple of times” replies Bakura. “Not that you'd notice since you spent most of the time with your tongue half a mile down her throat” winger shakes his head and rests on the street sign once again.

 

“I was not frenching the girl! We just got a bit passionate when we kissed that's all” protests Marik. Bakura chuckles, Winger collapses fully against the sign doubled up with laughter “you were tonguing her!” they both insist. Bakura shakes his head and continues “what ever attracted you to her anyway?” he asks “Rainbow hair all spiked up, piercings in every available orifice, covered in tat…okay I can understand why you of all people are not prejudice against tattoos but please!”

 

Wingers eyes glazed over “she had nipple rings you know?” he comments. “And how the hell do you know that?” a livid Marik demands to know. “They jingled when she moved” replies Winger. Bakura shakes his head again “I mean” he continues as he leans Marik against the wall relieving his sore shoulder of his weight “she was rough, real rough” he shudders slightly although this may be due to the cold midnight breeze blowing across them. “She was a bit…raggy” admits Winger, Marik frowns “she wasn't that bad, besides” he shrugs “you know how it is, a person feels like, well like a bit of rough once in a while”

 

“And she picked you?” says Bakura with a straight face, stepping back out of reach to stand beside Winger who smirks at the angry Egyptian along side Bakura. Marik glares at them “why you…I'll…” he staggers and almost collapses, leaning back against the wall he breaths in and out deeply “as soon as I can move, your both dead” he threatens them.

 

Kaiba was dreaming that he was flying faster than the wind through the cloudless skies, he was the powerfulist of all, undefeatable, unstoppable, power in its purist form, that non could oppose.

 

Joey was dreaming also, dreaming of flying as fast as the wind, through the moonlit night, sweeping across at a leisurely pace, he was tough and hard, openly spoiling for a fight, the mere anticipation of a rumble made him shudder.

 

In the street Bakura was feeling funny, his right arm had been aching for a while now (are you sure we weren't hurt in the fight?) he asks his Yami who replied back (no, it started before the fight) his voice shook slightly with suppressed pain it apparently was affecting his darker half as well.

 

Marik grimaced and held his right arm it appeared he to was in great pain “Mararik” stutters Bakura now wracked with excruciating pain. “Yeah” he replies heavily trying to remain focussed and block out the pain, but only partially succeeding, “hurts like hell” he declares. “Me too” winger admits weakly, it felt like his right arm was in a blender, it hurt that badly, he fell sliding away from the street sign to land painfully on the pavement, before fading blissfully into the oblivion of unconsciousness. His birthmark a red dragon like mark with a long pure white horn under an arm guard on his arm glowed fiercely. Bakura both of them struggled against this unown force that was affecting them, but their efforts were not good enough and they fell to the ground their body withering and spasming before they to succumb to unconsciousness, a right hand side black and left hand side white Dragon birthmark hidden from sight by Bakura's shirt sleeve glows brightly through the material.

 

Marik knew how dangerous it was for all of them to have passed out in the street, but it was no good, he slid down the wall trying valiantly to stave of the inevitable prangs of unconsciousness, but ultimately cannot avoid his companions fate.

 

Winger was dreaming of stalking across a rocky mountain top, his claws gripped the cliff face firmly, his horn scraped along the rocky edge, he hissed angrily, he could sense intruders, other dragons invading his territory, if they refused to leave, they would be dealt with viciously.

 

The Bakura's were dreaming of gliding through the air with elegant ease, a simply seep of their wings propelled them along through the either between the there and the other in-between, a series of far of roars alerted them to the presence of others, changing course, they head towards the disturbance, determined to satisfy their curiosity.

 

Marik was dreaming of carnage and destruction, he was the bringer of doom, the harbinger of death, burning in the fires of inferno, he could practically taste his next fight, he hoped it would afford him a greater challenge than the multiple horned monstrosity he had just dispatched to the graveyard.

 

An unmarked black van pulled up on the road alongside the unconscious teens “we were told merely to observe” protests a black suited, shade wearing brown haired and pale white skinned agent. His Partner and senior agent the black suited and shade wearing, dark skinned bald headed leader adjusts his tie “when an opportunity such as this presents itself, you do not hang back awaiting further orders” he replies.

 

Together they pull the unconscious duellists into the van which drives of, and gives them a quick search removing their possessions, including the marble like golden Eye from the white haired kids pockets and the sword like golden Rod from the Egyptian, they somehow miss the necklace that is hidden from view by magic beyond their comprehension.

 

“Make sure you relieve them of their duelling decks” instructs the senior agent removing their duel disks from each one in turn, his partner pulls Bakura's deck holder of his belt opening it he pulls out the top card out and looks at it the Light and Darkness Dragon shimmering slightly in the dim light.