Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Gorgeous Carat (YGO version) ❯ Petite Rebecca's Case Part 3 ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Lsama-no-miko 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Romance / Suspense / Drama | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.11.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 200 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Romance / Suspense / Drama | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.11.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 200 | Status: Work In Progress
Gorgeous Carat (YGO Version)
By Sakura (aka L-sama no Miko)
Chapter 5: Petite Rebecca's Case Part 3
The carriage sped through the streets of Paris after the equally speeding car. The driver ignored his customer’s demands to slow down and stop, the boy sitting next to him had top priority now. Besides, Yugi had paid him much more than the bellowing fop.
“You dunderhead!” shouted the blonde woman in the car ahead, “They’re still after us! Can’t you make this heap go faster?!”
“Mmph! Mmmph,” a little blonde girl cried behind the gag in her mouth. She continued to glare at the woman.
“Rebecca…” the spiky haired boy whispered as he held desperately onto the carriage’s seat.
“Never send a man to do a woman’s job,” the blonde woman spat. She lifted up her dress and drew out a gun she’d hidden in a leg holster. She then leant out of the now open window, taking aim at the carriage. “Shut it brat!” she yelled since the girl started to panic even more now.
“Whoa!!” the old carriage driver cried as he yanked on the reins. A ricocheting bullet had spooked the horse. The boy was jolted away from the old man and was nearly thrown off the carriage altogether. “Are you all right Yugi?” the driver asked once he had gotten the horse to calm down.
“Yes… I guess,” Yugi replied still shaken.
“I’m glad. Too bad we lost them though.”
“Yeah,” the boy murmured sullenly, worried more than ever for his little friend’s safety.
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Meanwhile, the car had finally reached its destination and came to a stop in a dark side street far from the more fashionable part of the city. The blonde woman yanked the child out of the car, causing her to stumble and fall onto her knees. “Move it you little $^*^,” she said pulling her up and none too gently shoving her forward again.
The girl glared at her, wishing she could do more than just glare at her. Boy wouldn’t she looooooove to tell this b*^** off good.
“You really should be nicer to me,” the woman said with mock sweetness, “I’m letting you visit your grandpa after all.”
The girl looked at the woman quizzically, not sure if she should believe her or not. She really didn’t like this dark place she’d been dragged to. Suddenly there was the sound of chains rattling and a dark figure crept over to them.
“Rebecca,” the man said with a hoarse, rasping voice, “Is that my little Rebecca?” he asked.
“G-Grandfather?!”
The man was barely recognizable in that dark place. Bruises covered his face, but she knew those eyes. She ran over to him, silently cursing her bound arms, she so desperately wanted to hug him.
“Oh isn’t that sweet,” sneered the woman. “Together again after all this time. And what’s even better is that you’ll be together forever in the Seine now that I’ve got Teddy here.”
“Mai!” the old man pleaded, “Leave Rebecca out of this! She has nothing to do with this! She’s only a child!”
“Oh puh-lease!” Mai jeered, “It’s no use trying to play on my sympathy. I was only interested in you because of that oh so wonderful bank of yours. I can’t believe you fell for it! Don’t make me laugh old man! You’re actually more trouble than you’re worth, running off to squeal to the gendarmes! Real brilliant Arthur, weren’t you the one who was embezzling money from your precious bank? Well it looks like there’s going to be a new scandal for the public to eat up. I can see it now – Head of Banque Hawkins du Paris and granddaughter die in double suicide.” She began laughing as she started to leave.
“You’re no lady Mai!” shouted Rebecca’s grandfather, “You’re a monster!”
Mai hmphed then slammed the door shut behind her leaving their two prisoners in the dark. Monsieur Hawkins drew his now weeping granddaughter close, hugging as tightly as the chains would allow.
“What a terrible grandfather I’ve been to you Rebecca,” he said mournfully, “I let myself be tricked by that evil woman and even let you get caught in her web. Please forgive me, my precious Rebecca.”
‘Precious?!’ she thought in surprise, “You really don’t hate me and don’t need me?” she asked between sobs.
“Of course not! You’re my dear little girl. I’m sorry I made you feel lonely.”
‘Grandfather.’
“I’m so sorry, Rebecca,” he apologized once again.
“Me too,” she said sniffling, “There’s something I’ve got to tell grandfather.”
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Yugi was still wandering the streets of Paris, searching desperately for one blonde haired and very frightened girl. ‘Rebecca, where did you go?´ he asked worried.
“You’re Yugi right?” someone asked as the boy passed by.
Jumping at the sudden question, Yugi spun around and glared at whoever it was that had accosted him.
“You’re…!” the shorter boy said, recognizing the private detective from Noir’s house.
The taller look-alike smiled in what he hoped was a non-threatening way. “You look like you could use some help,” he said.
“Monsieur Khemet, why are you…”
The detective placed his hand on the boy’s lips, silencing him. “I’m a famous detective,” he began, “You shouldn’t think badly of me because of what your ‘friends’ told you. I know where they took that kid. If you’d like to know, just ask. There is one condition though.”
“Which is?” He didn’t like where this was heading, the closeness of this man was making him rather uncomfortable.
“Proof that your friend is Noir.”
Yugi went pale. He knew he should comply with the request. Bakura was indeed the Phantom Thief Noir, but if he did then he’d be left with nowhere else to go. All his family was dead. “W-What makes you think I’d know anything like that?” he stammered, “I’ve got to go!” He then started down the street again only to have his way blocked by the taller man.
“Not so fast,” Atem said, pinning him against the wall of a nearby building. “I know you’re worried for your little friend, but do you really think it’s wise to go against one of the leaders of the ‘Black Hand’ like this?”
“The Black… Hand?”
Atem smirked, he knew the boy was rushing off half-cocked with no knowledge whatsoever of what he was getting himself into. “Stealing, murder, blackmail,” he started again, “Name a crime and they’ll do it. They’re a crime syndicate bent on world domination. That’s why Bakura said the kid was trouble.”
“Bakura… he knew about this?!”
The detective nodded solemnly. “He beat the information out of the men who broke into his home.”
“I don’t believe him!” the boy yelled angrily, “He knew and still wanted to throw Rebecca out! He’s just… horrible!”
‘Just what I’d expect from someone who lived a sheltered life,’ Atem mused. “Just what were you thinking?!” he scolded, “You ran out without even thinking about what could happen to her or you!”
The boy looked down, ashamed. This man was absolutely right. He hadn’t even thought about what he’d do if he did catch up to that car. He was really ashamed of himself and blushed profusely at his incompetence.
“How about we work together, hm?” Atem queried, “I’ve got a contact who used to work for those people so I do have quite a bit of information.” He then playfully poked the boy in the cheek. “You’re wasting time just standing here. Who knows what’s happening to that poor child.”
Yugi felt his anger rising. ‘That’s because you’re keeping me here,’ he thought indignantly. In a sudden show of strength, he punched the man in the stomach, knocking the detective back onto his bum. Atem curled up holding his injured middle.
“Y-You’re tougher than I thought,” he coughed.
“You’re just as horrid as Bakura!” Yugi shouted, “How dare you use Rebecca’s life like that! I’ll never tell you who Noir really is even if I did know!”
“I never said I was a nice person, Yugi,” the taller man said getting up, “You should know that there’s nothing more important to me than catching my dear petit noir chat.”
“You’re despicable! Don’t come near me again!” Yugi started off again.
“One last thing,” Atem called. “Noir’s Bakura Akefia isn’t he?”
Yugi stiffened slightly but quickly ran off, wanting to get away from that vile detective and to find and save Rebecca.”
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“Noir, I’m putting the lamp here,” Malik said, moving the ornate Tiffany lamp closer to his master’s chair as the thief sat reading a book from his ever growing library. The white haired man grunted in response, not bothering to acknowledge the blond.
“Look, if you’re that worried, why not look for him?” the Egyptian asked. He’d been with the thief for years now and had gotten pretty good at reading the supposedly heartless man.
“Like I care,” Noir shot back, slightly unsettled that the boy had been able to read him so well.
“Oh and I suppose you wanted to read my book then?” Malik pressed, noticing exactly what it had been his master was trying to read. Noir looked at the blond confusedly then quickly glanced at the cover – Elegant Healthy Diet Menu was written in Malik’s rather childish scrawl.
Noir blushed slightly, he’d been so worried that he had just picked up the first book he saw in an attempt to forget about a certain hot headed spiky haired boy. He gave off a nervous chuckle before handing the cookbook back to Malik and picking another.
“I’m worried too, you know,” the blond said, placing a hand on the thief’s shoulder.
“There’s no need to worry about that brat,” Noir spat. Why did everything have to revolve around some rich brat who’d been spoiled rotten?
“That’s not what I meant,” Malik went on.
“What are you talking about, Malik?”
“You’ve changed since he came to live with us.”
“You mean Yugi, don’t you?”
“Is he really that important to you?”
“What makes you think that?!” the white haired man sputtered.
“I’m only teasing!” Malik said, though he really didn’t mean it. He could clearly see that the petit boy had indeed meant something to his master. “But anyway, you’re not acting like you. You usually don’t let anything get to you, but Yugi’s really got you upset.”
“Malik?” He stared at the blond. He could see the stiffness of the boy’s back though he was desperately trying to hide it. His servant was clearly upset for some reason. He suddenly found himself with a lap full of a sobbing blond Egyptian.
“I don’t like you this way Noir!” Malik cried, “I don’t want Yugi around anymore! You’ll be like you always were before he showed up! With me and the rest of us!”
“M-Malik!” Poor Noir didn’t know what to do. It had always been Rishid who comforted his blond servant, so he just let the boy continue to cry against his shoulder.
A few minutes later, a knock came on the study door. “Hey boss!” came Rex’s voice, “I’m coming in!” Upon hearing the teen’s voice, Malik eeped then leapt out of his master’s lap, blushing profusely.
“I-I’m s-sorry!” he stammered, utterly mortified at practically throwing himself at the thief.
Before either could say anything, a boy with brown and lavender hair came barging in. “I got that info ya wanted,” he said, “Hey didn’t I hear Malik in here?” A tan and golden blur ran past him, nearly knocking him off his feet as it ran out the door.
‘As if I didn’t have enough on my mind,’ Noir thought, annoyed, ‘Now I’ve got Malik to worry about as well.’
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Back with Yugi and Atem…
“Answer me!” the taller spiky haired man demanded, “Is Bakura, Noir?!”
“Yes he is,” the smaller look-alike replied. Atem had a stunned, yet somewhat triumphant look on his face. “Is what you’d like for me to say,” Yugi added, bursting the detective’s bubble. “But I could say he’s me as well.”
“I’m in no mood for jokes, Yugi,” Atem warned, narrowing his eyes.
“I’m Noir!” the boy shot back, desperate to protect his ‘friend’.
“Yugi!” shouted Atem.
“There! I confessed, now tell me where Rebecca is!”
“Have it your way then, but if I catch you, ‘Noir’ there’ll be trouble. Jail is no place for a beauty like you.”
“Don’t you dare threaten me!” Yugi spat defiantly, “My family may have been on the verge of bankruptcy, but we Rocheforts still have our connections to royalty.”
“What you’re saying is that you have friends in high places is that it?”
“You can do whatever you want, but if you start heaping fake charges on me, you’ll be ostracized from the rest of society for the rest of your life!”
‘He’s quite the little fox,’ the detective muttered to himself, ‘Sneaky *bleep*!’ “If that’s how you want to play…” He then began to walk away, motioning for the boy to follow. “This way.”
“Monsieur Atem…”
“You want to save that kid don’t you?” Atem called back, “It’ll be on my conscience too if anything happens to her, you know.”
After hiring a taxi, the two look-alikes arrived at a small unfrequented graveyard. Yugi gulped nervously, but followed his guide into one of the mausoleums. “Well this is it,” Atem said turning to see the boy hovering near the door, looking as if he’d bolt any second. “Scared aren’t we?” he said teasingly.
“W-What are we doing here?! T-This is a-a tomb!”
“So?” he asked, going to one end of the stone sarcophagus. “Get the other end would you?”
Shaking terribly, Yugi obeyed and with unsteady hands helped his taller companion to slide the lid off. “Y-You really just a grave robber aren’t you?”
“Enough with the jokes Yugi!” snapped Atem, letting his end of the heavy lid crash onto the flood with a tremendous boom. The poor boy cried out at the noise and the man’s hateful sounding voice.
Being one of those who couldn’t turn away when seeing something scary or repulsive, Yugi timidly peeped into the sarcophagus to see a staircase leading down into the earth. “S-Stairs?!”
Meanwhile, Atem had rummaged around and lit a lantern he’d stashed there earlier. “It’s rather dark down there so you’d better use this,” he said handing it to the boy. “But don’t turn it up too much.”
Taking a very deep breath, Yugi let himself be led down the stairs and into an underground passageway. “It’s kinda moldy don’t you think?” he said, sticking as close to the man in front of him as was comfortable for him.
The detective ignored him, instead continued on for a few more feet before speaking again. “There’s all kinds of these passages around Montparnasse,” he explained, “Like a whole other set of streets only underground. This one will take us straight to their hideout.”
“This feels like a wall,” Yugi said placing a hand against the wall, feeling something hard instead of dirt. Turning the lantern up, he saw that his hand had been resting on a stack of human skulls. The boy let out a shriek, nearly fainting dead away.
“I warned you,” Atem said, chuckling slightly as he caught him. “These are catacombs. In the Middle Ages, they made the path by packing bones tightly together.”
“I-I never heard that before,” the boy stammered, turning the lantern back down again. He made a mental note not to touch anything again.
About half an hour later, they arrived at a door. Atem then quickly went to work on the lock and within minutes had it undone. Yugi cautiously pushed the door open, praying there were no thugs, or worse, behind it. He released the breath he’d been holding when he caught sight of blonde hair as Rebecca looked up at the squeaking door. He put a finger to his lips, silently telling her to be quiet incase the ‘Black Hand’ was anywhere nearby.
“Yu-gi?” she whispered hopefully. The old man beside her groaned slightly at her voice.
“We’re here to save you,” Yugi whispered back, as Atem went to work on her grandfather’s chains. You really should make people worry about you, you little imp.” He then lightly poked her nose and gave her his best smile. Rebecca giggled and playfully smacked the hand away.
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“Lady Mai! It’s terrible!” a rough looking man shouted as he ran into the hideout’s main room. The blonde woman looked up from filing her expertly manicured nails.
“What’s with all the fuss?” she drawled, clearly annoyed.
“Um…you see…” the man explained nervously, knowing the fate for those who fail. “There’s um… no jewels.”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE’S NO JEWELS?!” she screamed, causing all the men around her to immediately back away.
“I-I’ve looked over that thing a hundred times,” the man stammered, shaking, “If Hawkins did trade the cash for jewels, then he must have hidden them in a different bear.”
“How dare he think he can make a fool of me!” she spat venomously and promptly stormed out the door.
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“Hurry Yugi,” pleaded Rebecca, “Grandfather needs help!”
Atem had managed to free one wrist and was working on the other when he heard approaching footsteps and they didn’t at all sound too happy. “Someone’s coming!” he hissed “Hide!”
Yugi grabbed Rebecca and ran to where they’d been hidden by the door when it opened. Atem was almost there, just a few more seconds and he’d have the old man free. However, luck was most definitely was not being a lady tonight. Just as he had finally gotten the last chain off, the door burst open, revealing an irate Mai and one of her many thugs.
“What’s goin’ on?!” the burly man demanded upon seeing Atem.
“Rebecca, run!” Yugi whispered, seeing Mai’s attention was distracted. “Get him out of here!” he called to Atem, making the criminals focus on him.
The thug glared at the boy, drawing his gun and pointing at him, “You little punk!” he growled.
“YUGI!” screamed Rebecca as the man’s gun went off.
~TBC~
Yami: Dammit onna! Must you injure my aibou EVERY chapter?!! I should feed you to my dragon for that!
Sakura: Hey! You got to spend some time with him this time didn’t you? So shut it and stop complaining! Besides who says he got injured? Show me where it says that. As far as I know, there’s no mention of anyone other than you getting injured.
Luke: Just what we need, another Jade.
Jade: You called?
Luke: Gah! Don’t sneak up on people like that!
Sakura: Alright, no more teasing the bishie Jade. Don’t make me bring Dist in here.
Sasuke: You wouldn’t.
Sakura: Wanna try me, Sasu-chan?
Sasuke: Onna…
Naruto: Oi! Sasuke I think I just saw Itachi over there!
Sasuke: (runs off)
Sakura: Domo Naru-chan!
Naruto: Heh heh. Figured ya wouldn’t want to clean the place again if he used the sharingan again.
Sakura: Well anyway, thanx. Anyhoo, for those of you who actually read this horrid stuff, a big huuuuuuuuuuge hug and many, many, many thanx, especially you Sherabo and Dragonlady222!!!! ^_^ Oh yeah, don’t forget to leave me lots of reviews at the end of the next chappie!!
By Sakura (aka L-sama no Miko)
Chapter 5: Petite Rebecca's Case Part 3
The carriage sped through the streets of Paris after the equally speeding car. The driver ignored his customer’s demands to slow down and stop, the boy sitting next to him had top priority now. Besides, Yugi had paid him much more than the bellowing fop.
“You dunderhead!” shouted the blonde woman in the car ahead, “They’re still after us! Can’t you make this heap go faster?!”
“Mmph! Mmmph,” a little blonde girl cried behind the gag in her mouth. She continued to glare at the woman.
“Rebecca…” the spiky haired boy whispered as he held desperately onto the carriage’s seat.
“Never send a man to do a woman’s job,” the blonde woman spat. She lifted up her dress and drew out a gun she’d hidden in a leg holster. She then leant out of the now open window, taking aim at the carriage. “Shut it brat!” she yelled since the girl started to panic even more now.
“Whoa!!” the old carriage driver cried as he yanked on the reins. A ricocheting bullet had spooked the horse. The boy was jolted away from the old man and was nearly thrown off the carriage altogether. “Are you all right Yugi?” the driver asked once he had gotten the horse to calm down.
“Yes… I guess,” Yugi replied still shaken.
“I’m glad. Too bad we lost them though.”
“Yeah,” the boy murmured sullenly, worried more than ever for his little friend’s safety.
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Meanwhile, the car had finally reached its destination and came to a stop in a dark side street far from the more fashionable part of the city. The blonde woman yanked the child out of the car, causing her to stumble and fall onto her knees. “Move it you little $^*^,” she said pulling her up and none too gently shoving her forward again.
The girl glared at her, wishing she could do more than just glare at her. Boy wouldn’t she looooooove to tell this b*^** off good.
“You really should be nicer to me,” the woman said with mock sweetness, “I’m letting you visit your grandpa after all.”
The girl looked at the woman quizzically, not sure if she should believe her or not. She really didn’t like this dark place she’d been dragged to. Suddenly there was the sound of chains rattling and a dark figure crept over to them.
“Rebecca,” the man said with a hoarse, rasping voice, “Is that my little Rebecca?” he asked.
“G-Grandfather?!”
The man was barely recognizable in that dark place. Bruises covered his face, but she knew those eyes. She ran over to him, silently cursing her bound arms, she so desperately wanted to hug him.
“Oh isn’t that sweet,” sneered the woman. “Together again after all this time. And what’s even better is that you’ll be together forever in the Seine now that I’ve got Teddy here.”
“Mai!” the old man pleaded, “Leave Rebecca out of this! She has nothing to do with this! She’s only a child!”
“Oh puh-lease!” Mai jeered, “It’s no use trying to play on my sympathy. I was only interested in you because of that oh so wonderful bank of yours. I can’t believe you fell for it! Don’t make me laugh old man! You’re actually more trouble than you’re worth, running off to squeal to the gendarmes! Real brilliant Arthur, weren’t you the one who was embezzling money from your precious bank? Well it looks like there’s going to be a new scandal for the public to eat up. I can see it now – Head of Banque Hawkins du Paris and granddaughter die in double suicide.” She began laughing as she started to leave.
“You’re no lady Mai!” shouted Rebecca’s grandfather, “You’re a monster!”
Mai hmphed then slammed the door shut behind her leaving their two prisoners in the dark. Monsieur Hawkins drew his now weeping granddaughter close, hugging as tightly as the chains would allow.
“What a terrible grandfather I’ve been to you Rebecca,” he said mournfully, “I let myself be tricked by that evil woman and even let you get caught in her web. Please forgive me, my precious Rebecca.”
‘Precious?!’ she thought in surprise, “You really don’t hate me and don’t need me?” she asked between sobs.
“Of course not! You’re my dear little girl. I’m sorry I made you feel lonely.”
‘Grandfather.’
“I’m so sorry, Rebecca,” he apologized once again.
“Me too,” she said sniffling, “There’s something I’ve got to tell grandfather.”
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Yugi was still wandering the streets of Paris, searching desperately for one blonde haired and very frightened girl. ‘Rebecca, where did you go?´ he asked worried.
“You’re Yugi right?” someone asked as the boy passed by.
Jumping at the sudden question, Yugi spun around and glared at whoever it was that had accosted him.
“You’re…!” the shorter boy said, recognizing the private detective from Noir’s house.
The taller look-alike smiled in what he hoped was a non-threatening way. “You look like you could use some help,” he said.
“Monsieur Khemet, why are you…”
The detective placed his hand on the boy’s lips, silencing him. “I’m a famous detective,” he began, “You shouldn’t think badly of me because of what your ‘friends’ told you. I know where they took that kid. If you’d like to know, just ask. There is one condition though.”
“Which is?” He didn’t like where this was heading, the closeness of this man was making him rather uncomfortable.
“Proof that your friend is Noir.”
Yugi went pale. He knew he should comply with the request. Bakura was indeed the Phantom Thief Noir, but if he did then he’d be left with nowhere else to go. All his family was dead. “W-What makes you think I’d know anything like that?” he stammered, “I’ve got to go!” He then started down the street again only to have his way blocked by the taller man.
“Not so fast,” Atem said, pinning him against the wall of a nearby building. “I know you’re worried for your little friend, but do you really think it’s wise to go against one of the leaders of the ‘Black Hand’ like this?”
“The Black… Hand?”
Atem smirked, he knew the boy was rushing off half-cocked with no knowledge whatsoever of what he was getting himself into. “Stealing, murder, blackmail,” he started again, “Name a crime and they’ll do it. They’re a crime syndicate bent on world domination. That’s why Bakura said the kid was trouble.”
“Bakura… he knew about this?!”
The detective nodded solemnly. “He beat the information out of the men who broke into his home.”
“I don’t believe him!” the boy yelled angrily, “He knew and still wanted to throw Rebecca out! He’s just… horrible!”
‘Just what I’d expect from someone who lived a sheltered life,’ Atem mused. “Just what were you thinking?!” he scolded, “You ran out without even thinking about what could happen to her or you!”
The boy looked down, ashamed. This man was absolutely right. He hadn’t even thought about what he’d do if he did catch up to that car. He was really ashamed of himself and blushed profusely at his incompetence.
“How about we work together, hm?” Atem queried, “I’ve got a contact who used to work for those people so I do have quite a bit of information.” He then playfully poked the boy in the cheek. “You’re wasting time just standing here. Who knows what’s happening to that poor child.”
Yugi felt his anger rising. ‘That’s because you’re keeping me here,’ he thought indignantly. In a sudden show of strength, he punched the man in the stomach, knocking the detective back onto his bum. Atem curled up holding his injured middle.
“Y-You’re tougher than I thought,” he coughed.
“You’re just as horrid as Bakura!” Yugi shouted, “How dare you use Rebecca’s life like that! I’ll never tell you who Noir really is even if I did know!”
“I never said I was a nice person, Yugi,” the taller man said getting up, “You should know that there’s nothing more important to me than catching my dear petit noir chat.”
“You’re despicable! Don’t come near me again!” Yugi started off again.
“One last thing,” Atem called. “Noir’s Bakura Akefia isn’t he?”
Yugi stiffened slightly but quickly ran off, wanting to get away from that vile detective and to find and save Rebecca.”
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“Noir, I’m putting the lamp here,” Malik said, moving the ornate Tiffany lamp closer to his master’s chair as the thief sat reading a book from his ever growing library. The white haired man grunted in response, not bothering to acknowledge the blond.
“Look, if you’re that worried, why not look for him?” the Egyptian asked. He’d been with the thief for years now and had gotten pretty good at reading the supposedly heartless man.
“Like I care,” Noir shot back, slightly unsettled that the boy had been able to read him so well.
“Oh and I suppose you wanted to read my book then?” Malik pressed, noticing exactly what it had been his master was trying to read. Noir looked at the blond confusedly then quickly glanced at the cover – Elegant Healthy Diet Menu was written in Malik’s rather childish scrawl.
Noir blushed slightly, he’d been so worried that he had just picked up the first book he saw in an attempt to forget about a certain hot headed spiky haired boy. He gave off a nervous chuckle before handing the cookbook back to Malik and picking another.
“I’m worried too, you know,” the blond said, placing a hand on the thief’s shoulder.
“There’s no need to worry about that brat,” Noir spat. Why did everything have to revolve around some rich brat who’d been spoiled rotten?
“That’s not what I meant,” Malik went on.
“What are you talking about, Malik?”
“You’ve changed since he came to live with us.”
“You mean Yugi, don’t you?”
“Is he really that important to you?”
“What makes you think that?!” the white haired man sputtered.
“I’m only teasing!” Malik said, though he really didn’t mean it. He could clearly see that the petit boy had indeed meant something to his master. “But anyway, you’re not acting like you. You usually don’t let anything get to you, but Yugi’s really got you upset.”
“Malik?” He stared at the blond. He could see the stiffness of the boy’s back though he was desperately trying to hide it. His servant was clearly upset for some reason. He suddenly found himself with a lap full of a sobbing blond Egyptian.
“I don’t like you this way Noir!” Malik cried, “I don’t want Yugi around anymore! You’ll be like you always were before he showed up! With me and the rest of us!”
“M-Malik!” Poor Noir didn’t know what to do. It had always been Rishid who comforted his blond servant, so he just let the boy continue to cry against his shoulder.
A few minutes later, a knock came on the study door. “Hey boss!” came Rex’s voice, “I’m coming in!” Upon hearing the teen’s voice, Malik eeped then leapt out of his master’s lap, blushing profusely.
“I-I’m s-sorry!” he stammered, utterly mortified at practically throwing himself at the thief.
Before either could say anything, a boy with brown and lavender hair came barging in. “I got that info ya wanted,” he said, “Hey didn’t I hear Malik in here?” A tan and golden blur ran past him, nearly knocking him off his feet as it ran out the door.
‘As if I didn’t have enough on my mind,’ Noir thought, annoyed, ‘Now I’ve got Malik to worry about as well.’
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Back with Yugi and Atem…
“Answer me!” the taller spiky haired man demanded, “Is Bakura, Noir?!”
“Yes he is,” the smaller look-alike replied. Atem had a stunned, yet somewhat triumphant look on his face. “Is what you’d like for me to say,” Yugi added, bursting the detective’s bubble. “But I could say he’s me as well.”
“I’m in no mood for jokes, Yugi,” Atem warned, narrowing his eyes.
“I’m Noir!” the boy shot back, desperate to protect his ‘friend’.
“Yugi!” shouted Atem.
“There! I confessed, now tell me where Rebecca is!”
“Have it your way then, but if I catch you, ‘Noir’ there’ll be trouble. Jail is no place for a beauty like you.”
“Don’t you dare threaten me!” Yugi spat defiantly, “My family may have been on the verge of bankruptcy, but we Rocheforts still have our connections to royalty.”
“What you’re saying is that you have friends in high places is that it?”
“You can do whatever you want, but if you start heaping fake charges on me, you’ll be ostracized from the rest of society for the rest of your life!”
‘He’s quite the little fox,’ the detective muttered to himself, ‘Sneaky *bleep*!’ “If that’s how you want to play…” He then began to walk away, motioning for the boy to follow. “This way.”
“Monsieur Atem…”
“You want to save that kid don’t you?” Atem called back, “It’ll be on my conscience too if anything happens to her, you know.”
After hiring a taxi, the two look-alikes arrived at a small unfrequented graveyard. Yugi gulped nervously, but followed his guide into one of the mausoleums. “Well this is it,” Atem said turning to see the boy hovering near the door, looking as if he’d bolt any second. “Scared aren’t we?” he said teasingly.
“W-What are we doing here?! T-This is a-a tomb!”
“So?” he asked, going to one end of the stone sarcophagus. “Get the other end would you?”
Shaking terribly, Yugi obeyed and with unsteady hands helped his taller companion to slide the lid off. “Y-You really just a grave robber aren’t you?”
“Enough with the jokes Yugi!” snapped Atem, letting his end of the heavy lid crash onto the flood with a tremendous boom. The poor boy cried out at the noise and the man’s hateful sounding voice.
Being one of those who couldn’t turn away when seeing something scary or repulsive, Yugi timidly peeped into the sarcophagus to see a staircase leading down into the earth. “S-Stairs?!”
Meanwhile, Atem had rummaged around and lit a lantern he’d stashed there earlier. “It’s rather dark down there so you’d better use this,” he said handing it to the boy. “But don’t turn it up too much.”
Taking a very deep breath, Yugi let himself be led down the stairs and into an underground passageway. “It’s kinda moldy don’t you think?” he said, sticking as close to the man in front of him as was comfortable for him.
The detective ignored him, instead continued on for a few more feet before speaking again. “There’s all kinds of these passages around Montparnasse,” he explained, “Like a whole other set of streets only underground. This one will take us straight to their hideout.”
“This feels like a wall,” Yugi said placing a hand against the wall, feeling something hard instead of dirt. Turning the lantern up, he saw that his hand had been resting on a stack of human skulls. The boy let out a shriek, nearly fainting dead away.
“I warned you,” Atem said, chuckling slightly as he caught him. “These are catacombs. In the Middle Ages, they made the path by packing bones tightly together.”
“I-I never heard that before,” the boy stammered, turning the lantern back down again. He made a mental note not to touch anything again.
About half an hour later, they arrived at a door. Atem then quickly went to work on the lock and within minutes had it undone. Yugi cautiously pushed the door open, praying there were no thugs, or worse, behind it. He released the breath he’d been holding when he caught sight of blonde hair as Rebecca looked up at the squeaking door. He put a finger to his lips, silently telling her to be quiet incase the ‘Black Hand’ was anywhere nearby.
“Yu-gi?” she whispered hopefully. The old man beside her groaned slightly at her voice.
“We’re here to save you,” Yugi whispered back, as Atem went to work on her grandfather’s chains. You really should make people worry about you, you little imp.” He then lightly poked her nose and gave her his best smile. Rebecca giggled and playfully smacked the hand away.
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“Lady Mai! It’s terrible!” a rough looking man shouted as he ran into the hideout’s main room. The blonde woman looked up from filing her expertly manicured nails.
“What’s with all the fuss?” she drawled, clearly annoyed.
“Um…you see…” the man explained nervously, knowing the fate for those who fail. “There’s um… no jewels.”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE’S NO JEWELS?!” she screamed, causing all the men around her to immediately back away.
“I-I’ve looked over that thing a hundred times,” the man stammered, shaking, “If Hawkins did trade the cash for jewels, then he must have hidden them in a different bear.”
“How dare he think he can make a fool of me!” she spat venomously and promptly stormed out the door.
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“Hurry Yugi,” pleaded Rebecca, “Grandfather needs help!”
Atem had managed to free one wrist and was working on the other when he heard approaching footsteps and they didn’t at all sound too happy. “Someone’s coming!” he hissed “Hide!”
Yugi grabbed Rebecca and ran to where they’d been hidden by the door when it opened. Atem was almost there, just a few more seconds and he’d have the old man free. However, luck was most definitely was not being a lady tonight. Just as he had finally gotten the last chain off, the door burst open, revealing an irate Mai and one of her many thugs.
“What’s goin’ on?!” the burly man demanded upon seeing Atem.
“Rebecca, run!” Yugi whispered, seeing Mai’s attention was distracted. “Get him out of here!” he called to Atem, making the criminals focus on him.
The thug glared at the boy, drawing his gun and pointing at him, “You little punk!” he growled.
“YUGI!” screamed Rebecca as the man’s gun went off.
~TBC~
Yami: Dammit onna! Must you injure my aibou EVERY chapter?!! I should feed you to my dragon for that!
Sakura: Hey! You got to spend some time with him this time didn’t you? So shut it and stop complaining! Besides who says he got injured? Show me where it says that. As far as I know, there’s no mention of anyone other than you getting injured.
Luke: Just what we need, another Jade.
Jade: You called?
Luke: Gah! Don’t sneak up on people like that!
Sakura: Alright, no more teasing the bishie Jade. Don’t make me bring Dist in here.
Sasuke: You wouldn’t.
Sakura: Wanna try me, Sasu-chan?
Sasuke: Onna…
Naruto: Oi! Sasuke I think I just saw Itachi over there!
Sasuke: (runs off)
Sakura: Domo Naru-chan!
Naruto: Heh heh. Figured ya wouldn’t want to clean the place again if he used the sharingan again.
Sakura: Well anyway, thanx. Anyhoo, for those of you who actually read this horrid stuff, a big huuuuuuuuuuge hug and many, many, many thanx, especially you Sherabo and Dragonlady222!!!! ^_^ Oh yeah, don’t forget to leave me lots of reviews at the end of the next chappie!!