Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dreams Come True ❯ Chapter Nineteen: Men on Missions! ( Chapter 19 )

Chapter Nineteen: Men on Missions!

Keith Howard was not pleased.

He had been having lunch when several of Pegasus's burly minions hauled him and the rest of his gang to the castle. Now, sitting in a comfy chair in Pegasus's office, he contented himself with thinking obscene thoughts-for now.

"Ah. So glad to see you arrived so promptly!" The silver haired man walked in and to his desk, sitting in his swiveling office chair. Some part of his mind twitched with a younger Mina whirling around in that chair, giggling. He returned to the present and folded his hands importantly, narrowing his eyes and sizing up "Bandit" Keith Howard. Pegasus had dealt with him before; Keith had an enormous ego and tried to get his way by any means possible. The silver haired duelist severely disliked asking Bandit Keith for help, but this was an extreme hypothetical. He hadn't counted on this…interesting complex of events. With one look at his daughter after she had come home from `a friend's' (as she so delicately put it), he knew what had went on, and he wasn't pleased.

Pegasus cleared his throat and looked around the room. The one that looked like a walking zombie was there, and the one with the strange neon hair fetish. He snorted-it was lime green this time.

"Well? What're we here for?" Keith Howard crossed his arms and glared across the desk at Pegasus. Pegasus was undaunted by this seemingly juvenile display of carelessness, and he dismissed it with a raised eyebrow.

"I hate to ask you for help, but a certain…problem has arisen, and I need you to play a part in my plan."

Keith Howard grunted, looking around, losing interest.

He either has the attention span of a flea, or is trying to show off to his buddies, thought Pegasus, and drummed his fingers on the desk.

"The problem has a name," he continued, more than a little irritably. When this received no reply, he coughed sharply and Keith leisurely looked at him again. "My daughter seems to have a small crush on Seto Kaiba-"

"-And you want us to beat up the guy for yah, right?" Finished lime-green-fetish-boy for him. Keith silenced him with a meaningful glare.

"Actually," Pegasus said sourly, "I knew you wouldn't be able to `beat him up', (as you so quaintly put it), so I think your best bet is to somehow turn him against Mina. What I want you to do is find her, kidnap her, and make sure she doesn't see Kaiba for the rest of the tournament. Simple enough?"

"Hm. What's in it for us?" Keith asked casually, looking mildly intrigued. "And what if Kaiba jumps in and rescues her?"

Pegasus gave him a thin lipped smile, which Keith particularly didn't like-it made him feel like he were a child that was having a hard math problem explained.

"Money, I suppose. And if Kaiba ruins things, I have backup plans. So get to work, before she gets to the docks." It wasn't a request or a statement, it was a command. Keith stood, as did his minions, and they gave little secret nods, half smiles to each other. Of course they would do it, just their own way. They turned and walked out.

Pegasus gave a sigh of utter disgust.

"I do hope I never have to negotiate with those…people…again. I think I might be losing my touch," He muttered, sinking back in his chair and turning around so he could look out his office window. He could only hope they would stay true to their word. If they hurt Mina, though, he would go down there and personally wring their necks.

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Mina slowed to a walk as she neared the docks, not from excitement, but from fatigue.

I…am…REALLY…out of shape!!!

She panted for a minute, then straightened. She could hear the voices of disembarking duelists as they oohed and aahed over the island, but she couldn't hear anything which sounded vaguely like a disapproving snort. Maybe he was gone?

No, she told herself, he was here. He had said he would come, and this was the only ferry arriving today, so…..

Mina shrugged lightly, and decided to take a chance. Not like anyone around her knew her, anyways. She came to the end of the path and stood out on the sunlit grass, suddenly surrounded by a whirling center of activity. Humbled by the utter confusion, she made her way to the edge of the docks and stood on tiptoe, vainly trying to see the heads of the crowd. No good-she was too short.

Damn!

And then she saw it-a flash of a trenchcoat, a gleam of icy blue in the eyes. From where she was, she couldn't get to him, so she edged around the people and next to the woods again, then picked up a sprint.

"Se--!!" She never finished, as a pair of hands darted out from the shadows of the trees and snatched her mid-stride, leaving Seto to whirl around at the beginning of his name, wondering.

Funny, that had sounded like Mina. He shrugged and picked a path into the woods, and took it. He had work to do-Mina wasn't here, and he wasn't about to chase after a figment of his imagination.

He was a man on a mission.