Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Family ❯ And the Officer of the Day Is... ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1: And the Officer of the Day Is…

Disclaimer: You know the drill. I suck up to you and tell you I don't own anything, you don't sue (at least, hopefully not).

Kaiba's POV

"Approximately 1 hour `till landing," an annoying computer voice said over the intercom. Hm. Why didn't I ever think of getting better recordings?

Someone tapped me on the back. I turned around, ready to yell at an unsuspecting employee.

"Hey, Kaiba!" an ecstatic Yugi said. He smiled up at me with that cheery little smile. How lame.

"What?" I asked, making sure I sounded extremely ticked off, which wasn't that hard considering the circumstances.

"Oh nothing… I'm just wondering if you're alright after…that stuff and all."

Great, all I need now is pity. Just perfect.

"I'm FINE," I hissed.

"Hey," a voice behind me said. Oh no. Not Wheeler. "Don't you go picking on Yugi when he's being nice to you and all. I don't see why he is, but I'm backing him up."

"It's okay, Joey," Mr. Perky said. "Let's go see how Mai's doing."

"Okay," Joey said, sounding as if he was trying to hide his eagerness or something. Not that I care.

They two walked away, looking cheery enough to be a happy ending in a fairy tale, what with their jabbering away about some non-Duel Monsters related fact(therefore below my regard). I snorted and walked the other way, bumping into a pole.

"Perfect, just perfect," I said, trying to ignore the pain and just make it to my destination, the top deck.

Joey's POV

I walked with Yugi away from Kaiba, that stupid &!%^#. I still can't totally grasp why Yugi keeps trying to conversate with him. It's like trying to talk to a rock. Incredibly hopeless.

We walked slowly towards Mai's room, chatting about the huge mountain of homework we would receive when we returned to school. Tea(Author's Note: I decided to use the English names.) greeted them at the door, a stern look on her small face.

"No way, you guys," she said determinedly. "I'm not letting you guys go and mope around in there again." She looked directly at me. I wonder why.

"But-," I protested.

"NO!" she growled at me, blocking the door. "You'll just wimp out, or something. Anyway, she's having a nightmare right now."

"So she's showing some signs of recovery?" asked Yugi eagerly.

"Well, I wouldn't exactly call it recovery, but she is making noises and, well, being alive, I guess," Tea replied doubtfully. "But I'm still not letting you guys in right now. Maybe later, but not now. A girl's got to have her privacy, right?"

"Hey-," I said as Tea retreated into the room, clicking the lock shut. "I wonder what that's all about. She's acting pretty weird," I said.

"She's probably has a justifiable reason," Yugi said. "Let's go see what's going on upstairs."

"Yeah, you're probably right," I agreed. "Let's go catch the action!" We hurried towards the state-of-the-art elevator and pushed the "up" button, waiting for our ride to the top of the heap.

Kaiba's POV

I was having the time of my life, just about...five days ago. Since then, it's gone from bad to worse. Seriously, I thought I had it good! What a laugh! At least I'll have the chance to make it up to myself when I beat Yugi's butt sooo bad that he won't be able to sit down for a month. Make that a year, no, an eternity!

I ignored one of my guard's inquiry of the bruise on my forehead from walking into that STUPID pole. I went to the side of the blimp and looked over the edge. It looked mesmerizingly beautiful, but anything looks beautiful from this height, even the poisoned waters of the ocean swirling with oil and other debris from the city. Not that I care.

The lulling rock of the boat and the smooth movement of the near-black waves combined to make me dizzy.

"Hey!" someone called out. I ignored whoever it was, trying to restrain myself from throwing up and/or falling overboard. "HEY!" the voice screamed again, and this time, I recognized its owner.

It was Joey Wheeler.

Three gunshots rang in the air, jolting my senses and causing me to spin around.

A man dressed in a waiter's outfit was struggling to regain control of a gun from a young woman wearing a police badge. As I watched, stunned, the officer wrenched the gun out of the man's hand and whacked him over the head with it, sufficiently knocking him out. She grinned in a self-satisfied way and headed over to me.

However, Yugi beat her to me, with Joey close behind.

"Are you okay, man?" Joey asked, sounding worried! What was wrong with him?

"I'm fine," I replied gruffly.

"Are you sure?" inquired Yugi, sounding extremely anxious, as though I had a bullet wound in my head. That wasn't so odd.

"YES, I'm fine," I said, put off that people kept asking me how I was when all I really wanted to do was take a nap and get rid of the nasty headache I had developed while staring at the hypnotizing sea.

The officer finally reached me and gave me a funny look.

She said, "The guy who tried to kill you was posing as a waiter. From his credit card and his other passes we found on his person, we can guess that he's from a German terrorist group formed especially to assassinate the rich and famous."

I noticed that she continued to say "we", meaning the police. However, I guessed that she just said it out of custom, because there was only one other officer from her division of the police on the blimp, who had just dragged the unconscious hit man out of sight below deck. (I had no actual need for local police to accompany me as I controlled my own specially trained small army. It was just habit and one of my newer workers that had caused any police to come at all.)

I also speculated on what her look had meant. I hadn't seen enough to get a good idea of what it looked like.

I especially wondered why I was noticing such trivial things, when I should be focusing on the facts that:

a. I had just been shot at,

b. my guards had noticed nothing,

and c. I needed to raise the alarm and search for any co-culprits.

First off, I had to dismiss this strangely helpful yet bothersome woman. Actually, she was a young girl, probably about the same age as me.

"Thank you for your assistance," I said meaningfully.

"Right," she said, obviously not going to be that easy to get rid of.

"Go with Garth to get a bonus," I said regretfully.

"How much do I get?" she insisted.

"$200, okay?" I said through gritted teeth, willing to give up almost anything to get rid of this irritating girl, who thought she was something else.

"Thanks," she said almost mockingly, walking quickly towards Garth. She flashed me a very weird, sarcastic smile, a variation of her other eerie look. Then, she flounced off after Garth, looking amazingly carefree compared to the mean, green, fighting machine who knocks out highly skilled murderers she'd been a couple of minutes ago.