Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Gorgeous Carat (YGO version) ❯ Petite Rebecca's Case Part 5 ( Chapter 7 )
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By: Lsama-no-miko 
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Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Romance / Suspense / Drama | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.31.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 170 | Status: Work In Progress
Gorgeous Carat (YGO Version)
By Sakura (aka L-sama no Miko)
Chapter 7: Petite Rebecca's Case Part 5
Yugi sat tied to a rickety chair inside one of the ‘Black Hand’s current hideouts – the cellar of a rather dark and dingy looking house that was clearly abandoned, and for some years by the look of it.
“My aren’t we a cutie,” the blonde cooed, peering maliciously at the boy, “You’re almost like those fancy dolls you see in shops these days. Just look at those nails,” she said roughly grabbing one of his hands. “They’re so perfect. You put us women to shame.”
“W-What are you…” he asked shaking at the mafia leader’s apparently evil grin. She ignored the boy and produced a rather nasty sharp looking bit of wire. His eyes widened as she placed the wire extremely close to the underside of one of his ‘perfect’ nails. He couldn’t help but gulp, realizing what she was about to do.
“You’d better tell me!” she snapped, “Where are the jewels?!” When she received no answer, she pressed the wire a bit more under the nail, making the poor boy cry out at the sharp pain shooting up his finger.
“I-I DON’T KNOW!” he screamed. “How many times do I have to tell you?!”
Mai continued to smile maliciously as she shoved the wire deeper again only to quickly pull it out. A bloodcurdling scream shortly followed afterwards. Yugi whirled his head to the side unable to stand the sight of the wire piercing the ultra sensitive flesh under his nails.
“Watch her!” shouted one of Mai’s henchman and roughly grabbed the spiky hair in one meaty fist, forcing him to look at the blonde woman.
“You look simply delicious when you’re like this,” she cooed again, “Hmm… what shall we play with next? How about those pretty little eyes of yours?” She was about to shove the wire into one of the now frantic and tearing amethyst eyes when another of her henchmen came running into the room.
“Sorry fer intarupting yer fun, miss, but Raphael and Amelda are back.
She turned and glared at a tall blond gorilla of man and a slightly shorter man with short red hair. “And just where have you two numbskulls been?! I swear you’re completely useless!” She was about to rant some more, but the sound of approaching feet outside the street above them drew her attention.
“What’s up boss?” Amelda, the redhead asked.
She promptly slapped him, leaving scratches where her sharply filed nails struck the skin. “I can’t believe you! You let yourselves get followed!” she screamed.
Just then, there was a sound of a door being forced open above and a voice ran out through the house. “Paris Gendarmes!” shouted a man, “We have information that this is a hideout for the ‘Black Hand’ crime syndicate. We have orders to search the premises.”
“Damn!” cursed the first thug, drawing his pistol.
“We’ve no choice,” the second said, following his partner upstairs.
“Shoot first!” said an officer, “they’re dangerous!” Several shots rang out as they spotted the two men coming from the cellar. The fight was over in minutes, since both men weren’t in the best of shape – due to Noir’s “hospitality”.
“Where’s the woman?” asked the officer in charge, the one who gave the warning, “She’s the leader! Find her!”
“Inspector!” shouted yet another officer. The inspector whirled around to where the deputy was pointing and saw a small ship moving down the Seine, away from the house.
“Get some to follow that boat!” he demanded. The gendarmes scrambled out of the house to obey, dragging the two criminals along with them.
“Care to tell me just what the hell happened back there?!” Mai ordered, ignoring the struggling bound boy for the moment. She cocked her gun, aiming at Amelda, the redhead from earlier.
“F-Forgive us boss!” he pleaded holding up his hands and backing away only to be halted by the boat’s railing. We’ve been caught all this time! I-I didn’t know we’d be followed! Honest!”
The blonde mafiosa frowned, “What do you mean caught?!” she asked, narrowing her violet eyes.
The Inspector turned to a shorter man with multicolored spiky hair as he supervised the arrest of the remaining ‘Black Hand’ members. “I’d like to thank you for your cooperation, Monsieur Khemet. It’s a pity that woman boss got away. However, I do assure you that this should be a nasty blow to their Paris base.”
“As much as I’d like to accept your gratitude Monsieur le Inspector, I can’t take credit for someone else. You really should be thanking Monsieur Corrupt Loan Shark. It was he who gave me the information.”
At Noir’s
The white haired thief suddenly sneezed(1). He frowned, putting down the book he’d been reading and rubbed his nose. “Must be catching something,” he muttered.
“Oh, you’re in here boss!” Rex said coming into the study. “We found this in the street,” he said holding up what appeared to be a necktie.
Noir’s eyes widened, recognizing the piece of fabric. “That’s Yugi’s!” he said quickly snatching it from the two toned brunet’s hands.
“We found this card with it too,” he said handing over a slip of paper.
“How clichéd,” spat the thief and began to read it, his frown growing with every word.
“Beg your pardon, sir, but what of me, Count Courland,” Monsieur Hawkins queried.
“Don’t call me that, I never did like titles,” the thief said putting the tie and card into his pocket. “I’ll be frank with you, what will you do?”
The old man sighed, continuing to sit in one of the study’s plush chairs. “I’m not going to hide any longer,” he said after a few moments of silence. “As a grandfather and the only parental figure in her life, I must set a better example for Rebecca, by doing the right thing.”
The thief nodded sympathy. “I don’t blame you. If that’s what you really want, then I have a favor to ask of you. They want the jewels you hid in the bear or they’ll kill Yugi.” The former bank head hung his head in shame, he’d never intended for complete strangers to get involved in his mess. “They’re demanding that you bring the jewels – alone I might add – to the place written on this card.” He then took out the card again and handed it over to the older man.
“T-They want me to do it?” he asked, holding the card in shaking hands. Noir nodded. “That is frank. I suppose you think I should go to the tower then?”
“That is if you want to change your mind. It’s up to you.”
Footsteps hurried on the floor of the Eiffel Tower, a stuffed bear was clutched to the figure’s chest as he made his way to his assigned meeting place. He couldn’t shake the feeling of increasing doom with every step he took, his instructions running over and over in his head.
“At exactly 2 pm, take the elevator up the tower,” the white haired man began, “Once it stops, go down the ramp at the main junction. That’s where the transaction will take place.”
“Oh darling!” cooed Mai evilly, “You’re such a good man, bringing me such a cute little present!” The blonde smiled, but refused to release her grip on Yugi’s arm, her nails digging into the fabric of his shirt.
“Here are the jewels,” Hawkins said, holding up the stuffed bear. “Mai,” he pleaded in a last attempt to persuade his wife to see reason, “think about what you’re doing! Stop this foolishness!”
The blonde laughed haughtily, quite amused at this fool of an old man. “Don’t be ridiculous old man,” she spat, then eyed the bear suspiciously. “That’d better not be another fake,” she warned, shaking Yugi slightly to make her point.
“N-No!” he pleaded, “This is the real one! Please let the boy…” Not, satisfied, Mai moved a bit closer to the edge of the platform, dragging Yugi along. With shaking hands, he then ripped off the bear’s head. Within moments, a rainbow of jewels cascaded from the now mutilated toy.
“OH… MY!” the mafiosa cried in glee as the gems hit the floor, her eyes lighting with avarice.
“Monsieur Hawkins!” Yugi cried as he was handed over to Raphael, who promptly had the boy in a vise like hold.
“Once we’ve collected all the jewels, you can have the cutie,” Mai said approaching the sparkling pile, “Try anything and he goes over.” At his mistress’ nod, Raphael pushed Yugi against the almost no existent railing, ready to shove the boy over should he be commanded to do so.
“I-It’s all yours,” Hawkins stammered, “Take it.”
She and Amelda rapidly gathered up the gems and shoved them back into the bear. She began to laugh and chuckle maniacally (think Madame Medusa from Rescuers) as she clutched the bear close to her ample bosom. “Now that that’s done, we no longer need you Arthur dear.”
Amelda drew out his gun, aiming at him. “Consider this your divorce notice,” he said.
“Monsieur Hawkins get down!” Yugi shouted before breaking from Raphael’s grip and rushing the redhead. He hit Amelda with full force and managed to cause the redhead to stumble and miss his target by miles.
“Yugi lad!” cried the elderly man, warning him about the angry blonde gorilla heading his way.
“Damned brat!” growled Raphael as he rammed into the boy and knocked him down pinning him to the metal floor.
Amelda by that time, had regained his balance and was now pointing his pistol at the pinned boy. “Since you wanna die with the old man, I’ll start with you!”
Suddenly there was a strange thudding noise, distracting all of them.
“What is that?!” Mai called, having been snapped out of her jewel induced mania.
“The elevator just started all of the sudden,” Raphael said not getting off the boy, there was no way he was going to let the brat get away this time.
They all stared as the elevator made its way back down. Suddenly there was whoosing sound followed by a loud crack. The pistol in Amelda’s hand went flying as the redhead cried out in pain.
“You really are an annoying b*^@^ you know that?” said a man’s voice. All eyes leapt to the top of the elevator where a very familiar white haired man sat, a rather feline smirk on his handsome face.
“Noir!” Yugi cried, overjoyed.
“Did he just say… Noir?!” Mai sputtered, truly surprised, “The Phantom Thief?!!”
The thief then leapt off the elevator and knocked them aside before jumping off the tower and grabbing hold of a rope ladder they hadn’t noticed hanging some feet away. He held out an arm toward the spiky haired boy. “Yugi!” he shouted, “Jump!”
“Stop him you idiots!” Mai shouted as the boy ran and jumped off the Eiffel Tower. The thief swung the rope ladder and deftly caught the boy one armed before hurriedly pushing him onto the ladder. Yugi scrambled over him and clung to a rung a foot above the thief.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to make me worry like that,” Noir said in mock anger. Yugi glanced down at the thief, blushing at the fond look he was receiving.
Winking at the blushing boy, Noir then cracked his whip towards the blonde who was now back in her gem induced stupor. The bear suddenly went flying from her hands as Noir yanked his whip back and quickly caught the mutilated toy.
“M-My treasure!” she whined, starting to sob.
“Pardonnez moi, Madame,” the thief said smirking, but I think Teddy doesn’t want to go home with an old hag like you.”
“H-How dare you! You thief!” she spat and began to storm up to him.
“Boss!” yelled Amelda, trying to alert her to the shouts from below.
“I believe you have some interesting gentlemen callers waiting to see you Madame,”
“C-Che?!! (What in Italian BTW) The mafiosa glanced over the side of the tower and saw an enormous horde of gendarmes gathering at the base of the tower. “G-Gendarmes?! She then smirked remembering who had taken her precious gems. “It doesn’t matter,” she spat defiantly. “You’re in the same pickle. There’s no way out of this.”
“Oh no!” Noir retorted in mock fear, placing a gloved hand on his forehead. “Whatever shall I do?”
“Is that…” a gendarme officer said, staring at the sky in awe as he stepped off the elevator, “a zeppelin?!”
Indeed a zeppelin sat hovering off to the side of the Eiffel Tower, two figures too far away to be recognized quickly made their way up a rope ladder hanging from it. “Always have backup!” Noir called and waved as the zeppelin started to sail away.
“Y-You’re abandoning Monsieur Hawkins?!” Yugi said, appalled.
The thief placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder, “Since the ‘Black Hand’ did everything, he’ll probably get away without even being charged for anything. If that’s what he wants.”
“Hey! Aren’t you the missing banker, Monsieur Hawkins?” asked another gendarme who had arrived with the first one.
“Just what in God’s name happened?” the Inspector asked.
“My treasure!” Mai sobbed again trying to escape the grip of a couple officers.
“I was involved in all this,” Monsieur Hawkins explained, “I won’t resist, I’m turning myself in.”
“Hmph!” Yugi muttered, miffed by Noir’s callous behavior, “You don’t care about anyone as long as your precious jewels are safe.”
“Jealous are we?” Noir asked, his face inches away from his, making the boy blush yet again.
“N-No!” he stammered, “Why would you think that?”
“Really now?” Noir then yanked the gems from the headless bear and lovingly kissed them before throwing them off the zeppelin and onto the streets of Paris.
Yugi stared in complete shock. Noir had to be insane! No one in their right mind would throw away a small fortune of jewels like that! Ever! “W-What did you do that for?!”
The thief smirked at him, smugly. “Just returning peoples’ deposits for Monsieur Hawkins,” he raised the boy’s head, tilting it slightly, “D’accord(understand)? These amethysts are more valuable to me than those ugly pebbles.” Yugi trembled as the thief smiled before placing a kiss on each eyelid.
“N-Noir…” he sputtered, flustered and blushing redder than the reddest ruby.
Back in Noir's mansion...
“’More valuable than those ugly pebbles,’ he says,” Yugi grumbled as he stared at the IOU the thief handed him. “You really are a corrupt loan shark!” he shot at Noir who was now reading another book, “You added ALL those gems to my debt!!”
“You shouldn’t worry so,” Noir retorted, not looking from his book, “I’m giving you a low interest rate. I’m not really so generous, so you’d better be grateful, brat.”
“Don’t tease my Yugi, you big meanie!” Rebecca said dumping a flower pot on the thief’s head.
“Yugi,” Noir said in a sickeningly sweet tone, “Just what is that still doing here?!”
Yugi smirked back, desperately holding in the giggles threatening to escape his mouth. “Well, we are in charge of her until her grandfather comes back, right Rebecca?”
“Yup!” she said, smiling and planting herself in Yugi’s lap.
“Mind telling me who decided this?” the white haired thief said, his patience dangerously thin now.
“Don’t tell me you’re jealous of a twelve year old girl,” the spiky haired boy shot back.
“Hmph! Like I really care!” he spat as he shot up from his comfy seat and stormed from the study, slamming the door behind him.
Yugi couldn’t help but laugh. ‘He’s jealous of a twelve-year-old!’ Looking down at the sound of muffled sobs, he saw that the girl had tears in her eyes.
“I-I decided I won’t cry anymore,” she sobbed. “If I’m not happy all the time, grandfather will worry…”
Yugi rubbed the girl’s back soothingly. “You’re a very strong, girl Rebecca,” he said letting her snuggle against him.
“Noir?” Malik asked seeing his master hovering around the study door.
“I hate to ask you this, but give Rebecca’s bear back his eyes,” he said handing the Egyptian two bright blue gems.
“Who are you and what have you done with Noir?!” he demanded in amazement. Noir almost NEVER gave up anything. The thief shot his helper a look that said, ‘I’m dead serious here.’
Malik nodded, though he was still shocked. “These are star sapphires aren’t they?” he asked looking at them in awe.
“In the orient, they’re sometimes considered good luck. But for people like you and me, they’re bad luck. Or maybe it’s different for everyone,” he mused as he walked away, leaving a very confused blond.
Notes:
(1) In Japanese culture, it is believed that if you sneeze, someone’s talking about you.
~TBC~
Sakura: Whoo-hoo!!! Finally got this little arc finished!!!
Yami: You got Yugi hurt AGAIN!!!
Sakura: And I tell you – AGAIN – pharaoh, that it’s in the bloody script!!!! Don’t make me sick Anzu or Orochimaru on you. I’ve seen the way he’s been eyeing you lately.
Yami: Just why did you let that maniac in here anyway?!
Sakura: I didn’t. It was a certain fox friend of ours, and I don’t mean Kurama – he’s not that stupid.
Naru: Hey!!! I thought you were on my side.
Sakura: Oh I am. I’m just stating the facts here.
Sasuke: She’s right, you know. You are a dobe.
Naru: Teme!!! Say that to my face!
Sakura: Yeesh boys! Anyhoo, next chappie’s the start of another exciting story arc! What happens? Don’t ask ‘cause you’ll have to read for yourselves. I’m not gonna ruin it for anyone! 8P
By Sakura (aka L-sama no Miko)
Chapter 7: Petite Rebecca's Case Part 5
Yugi sat tied to a rickety chair inside one of the ‘Black Hand’s current hideouts – the cellar of a rather dark and dingy looking house that was clearly abandoned, and for some years by the look of it.
“My aren’t we a cutie,” the blonde cooed, peering maliciously at the boy, “You’re almost like those fancy dolls you see in shops these days. Just look at those nails,” she said roughly grabbing one of his hands. “They’re so perfect. You put us women to shame.”
“W-What are you…” he asked shaking at the mafia leader’s apparently evil grin. She ignored the boy and produced a rather nasty sharp looking bit of wire. His eyes widened as she placed the wire extremely close to the underside of one of his ‘perfect’ nails. He couldn’t help but gulp, realizing what she was about to do.
“You’d better tell me!” she snapped, “Where are the jewels?!” When she received no answer, she pressed the wire a bit more under the nail, making the poor boy cry out at the sharp pain shooting up his finger.
“I-I DON’T KNOW!” he screamed. “How many times do I have to tell you?!”
Mai continued to smile maliciously as she shoved the wire deeper again only to quickly pull it out. A bloodcurdling scream shortly followed afterwards. Yugi whirled his head to the side unable to stand the sight of the wire piercing the ultra sensitive flesh under his nails.
“Watch her!” shouted one of Mai’s henchman and roughly grabbed the spiky hair in one meaty fist, forcing him to look at the blonde woman.
“You look simply delicious when you’re like this,” she cooed again, “Hmm… what shall we play with next? How about those pretty little eyes of yours?” She was about to shove the wire into one of the now frantic and tearing amethyst eyes when another of her henchmen came running into the room.
“Sorry fer intarupting yer fun, miss, but Raphael and Amelda are back.
She turned and glared at a tall blond gorilla of man and a slightly shorter man with short red hair. “And just where have you two numbskulls been?! I swear you’re completely useless!” She was about to rant some more, but the sound of approaching feet outside the street above them drew her attention.
“What’s up boss?” Amelda, the redhead asked.
She promptly slapped him, leaving scratches where her sharply filed nails struck the skin. “I can’t believe you! You let yourselves get followed!” she screamed.
Just then, there was a sound of a door being forced open above and a voice ran out through the house. “Paris Gendarmes!” shouted a man, “We have information that this is a hideout for the ‘Black Hand’ crime syndicate. We have orders to search the premises.”
“Damn!” cursed the first thug, drawing his pistol.
“We’ve no choice,” the second said, following his partner upstairs.
“Shoot first!” said an officer, “they’re dangerous!” Several shots rang out as they spotted the two men coming from the cellar. The fight was over in minutes, since both men weren’t in the best of shape – due to Noir’s “hospitality”.
“Where’s the woman?” asked the officer in charge, the one who gave the warning, “She’s the leader! Find her!”
“Inspector!” shouted yet another officer. The inspector whirled around to where the deputy was pointing and saw a small ship moving down the Seine, away from the house.
“Get some to follow that boat!” he demanded. The gendarmes scrambled out of the house to obey, dragging the two criminals along with them.
“Care to tell me just what the hell happened back there?!” Mai ordered, ignoring the struggling bound boy for the moment. She cocked her gun, aiming at Amelda, the redhead from earlier.
“F-Forgive us boss!” he pleaded holding up his hands and backing away only to be halted by the boat’s railing. We’ve been caught all this time! I-I didn’t know we’d be followed! Honest!”
The blonde mafiosa frowned, “What do you mean caught?!” she asked, narrowing her violet eyes.
The Inspector turned to a shorter man with multicolored spiky hair as he supervised the arrest of the remaining ‘Black Hand’ members. “I’d like to thank you for your cooperation, Monsieur Khemet. It’s a pity that woman boss got away. However, I do assure you that this should be a nasty blow to their Paris base.”
“As much as I’d like to accept your gratitude Monsieur le Inspector, I can’t take credit for someone else. You really should be thanking Monsieur Corrupt Loan Shark. It was he who gave me the information.”
At Noir’s
The white haired thief suddenly sneezed(1). He frowned, putting down the book he’d been reading and rubbed his nose. “Must be catching something,” he muttered.
“Oh, you’re in here boss!” Rex said coming into the study. “We found this in the street,” he said holding up what appeared to be a necktie.
Noir’s eyes widened, recognizing the piece of fabric. “That’s Yugi’s!” he said quickly snatching it from the two toned brunet’s hands.
“We found this card with it too,” he said handing over a slip of paper.
“How clichéd,” spat the thief and began to read it, his frown growing with every word.
“Beg your pardon, sir, but what of me, Count Courland,” Monsieur Hawkins queried.
“Don’t call me that, I never did like titles,” the thief said putting the tie and card into his pocket. “I’ll be frank with you, what will you do?”
The old man sighed, continuing to sit in one of the study’s plush chairs. “I’m not going to hide any longer,” he said after a few moments of silence. “As a grandfather and the only parental figure in her life, I must set a better example for Rebecca, by doing the right thing.”
The thief nodded sympathy. “I don’t blame you. If that’s what you really want, then I have a favor to ask of you. They want the jewels you hid in the bear or they’ll kill Yugi.” The former bank head hung his head in shame, he’d never intended for complete strangers to get involved in his mess. “They’re demanding that you bring the jewels – alone I might add – to the place written on this card.” He then took out the card again and handed it over to the older man.
“T-They want me to do it?” he asked, holding the card in shaking hands. Noir nodded. “That is frank. I suppose you think I should go to the tower then?”
“That is if you want to change your mind. It’s up to you.”
Footsteps hurried on the floor of the Eiffel Tower, a stuffed bear was clutched to the figure’s chest as he made his way to his assigned meeting place. He couldn’t shake the feeling of increasing doom with every step he took, his instructions running over and over in his head.
“At exactly 2 pm, take the elevator up the tower,” the white haired man began, “Once it stops, go down the ramp at the main junction. That’s where the transaction will take place.”
“Oh darling!” cooed Mai evilly, “You’re such a good man, bringing me such a cute little present!” The blonde smiled, but refused to release her grip on Yugi’s arm, her nails digging into the fabric of his shirt.
“Here are the jewels,” Hawkins said, holding up the stuffed bear. “Mai,” he pleaded in a last attempt to persuade his wife to see reason, “think about what you’re doing! Stop this foolishness!”
The blonde laughed haughtily, quite amused at this fool of an old man. “Don’t be ridiculous old man,” she spat, then eyed the bear suspiciously. “That’d better not be another fake,” she warned, shaking Yugi slightly to make her point.
“N-No!” he pleaded, “This is the real one! Please let the boy…” Not, satisfied, Mai moved a bit closer to the edge of the platform, dragging Yugi along. With shaking hands, he then ripped off the bear’s head. Within moments, a rainbow of jewels cascaded from the now mutilated toy.
“OH… MY!” the mafiosa cried in glee as the gems hit the floor, her eyes lighting with avarice.
“Monsieur Hawkins!” Yugi cried as he was handed over to Raphael, who promptly had the boy in a vise like hold.
“Once we’ve collected all the jewels, you can have the cutie,” Mai said approaching the sparkling pile, “Try anything and he goes over.” At his mistress’ nod, Raphael pushed Yugi against the almost no existent railing, ready to shove the boy over should he be commanded to do so.
“I-It’s all yours,” Hawkins stammered, “Take it.”
She and Amelda rapidly gathered up the gems and shoved them back into the bear. She began to laugh and chuckle maniacally (think Madame Medusa from Rescuers) as she clutched the bear close to her ample bosom. “Now that that’s done, we no longer need you Arthur dear.”
Amelda drew out his gun, aiming at him. “Consider this your divorce notice,” he said.
“Monsieur Hawkins get down!” Yugi shouted before breaking from Raphael’s grip and rushing the redhead. He hit Amelda with full force and managed to cause the redhead to stumble and miss his target by miles.
“Yugi lad!” cried the elderly man, warning him about the angry blonde gorilla heading his way.
“Damned brat!” growled Raphael as he rammed into the boy and knocked him down pinning him to the metal floor.
Amelda by that time, had regained his balance and was now pointing his pistol at the pinned boy. “Since you wanna die with the old man, I’ll start with you!”
Suddenly there was a strange thudding noise, distracting all of them.
“What is that?!” Mai called, having been snapped out of her jewel induced mania.
“The elevator just started all of the sudden,” Raphael said not getting off the boy, there was no way he was going to let the brat get away this time.
They all stared as the elevator made its way back down. Suddenly there was whoosing sound followed by a loud crack. The pistol in Amelda’s hand went flying as the redhead cried out in pain.
“You really are an annoying b*^@^ you know that?” said a man’s voice. All eyes leapt to the top of the elevator where a very familiar white haired man sat, a rather feline smirk on his handsome face.
“Noir!” Yugi cried, overjoyed.
“Did he just say… Noir?!” Mai sputtered, truly surprised, “The Phantom Thief?!!”
The thief then leapt off the elevator and knocked them aside before jumping off the tower and grabbing hold of a rope ladder they hadn’t noticed hanging some feet away. He held out an arm toward the spiky haired boy. “Yugi!” he shouted, “Jump!”
“Stop him you idiots!” Mai shouted as the boy ran and jumped off the Eiffel Tower. The thief swung the rope ladder and deftly caught the boy one armed before hurriedly pushing him onto the ladder. Yugi scrambled over him and clung to a rung a foot above the thief.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to make me worry like that,” Noir said in mock anger. Yugi glanced down at the thief, blushing at the fond look he was receiving.
Winking at the blushing boy, Noir then cracked his whip towards the blonde who was now back in her gem induced stupor. The bear suddenly went flying from her hands as Noir yanked his whip back and quickly caught the mutilated toy.
“M-My treasure!” she whined, starting to sob.
“Pardonnez moi, Madame,” the thief said smirking, but I think Teddy doesn’t want to go home with an old hag like you.”
“H-How dare you! You thief!” she spat and began to storm up to him.
“Boss!” yelled Amelda, trying to alert her to the shouts from below.
“I believe you have some interesting gentlemen callers waiting to see you Madame,”
“C-Che?!! (What in Italian BTW) The mafiosa glanced over the side of the tower and saw an enormous horde of gendarmes gathering at the base of the tower. “G-Gendarmes?! She then smirked remembering who had taken her precious gems. “It doesn’t matter,” she spat defiantly. “You’re in the same pickle. There’s no way out of this.”
“Oh no!” Noir retorted in mock fear, placing a gloved hand on his forehead. “Whatever shall I do?”
“Is that…” a gendarme officer said, staring at the sky in awe as he stepped off the elevator, “a zeppelin?!”
Indeed a zeppelin sat hovering off to the side of the Eiffel Tower, two figures too far away to be recognized quickly made their way up a rope ladder hanging from it. “Always have backup!” Noir called and waved as the zeppelin started to sail away.
“Y-You’re abandoning Monsieur Hawkins?!” Yugi said, appalled.
The thief placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder, “Since the ‘Black Hand’ did everything, he’ll probably get away without even being charged for anything. If that’s what he wants.”
“Hey! Aren’t you the missing banker, Monsieur Hawkins?” asked another gendarme who had arrived with the first one.
“Just what in God’s name happened?” the Inspector asked.
“My treasure!” Mai sobbed again trying to escape the grip of a couple officers.
“I was involved in all this,” Monsieur Hawkins explained, “I won’t resist, I’m turning myself in.”
“Hmph!” Yugi muttered, miffed by Noir’s callous behavior, “You don’t care about anyone as long as your precious jewels are safe.”
“Jealous are we?” Noir asked, his face inches away from his, making the boy blush yet again.
“N-No!” he stammered, “Why would you think that?”
“Really now?” Noir then yanked the gems from the headless bear and lovingly kissed them before throwing them off the zeppelin and onto the streets of Paris.
Yugi stared in complete shock. Noir had to be insane! No one in their right mind would throw away a small fortune of jewels like that! Ever! “W-What did you do that for?!”
The thief smirked at him, smugly. “Just returning peoples’ deposits for Monsieur Hawkins,” he raised the boy’s head, tilting it slightly, “D’accord(understand)? These amethysts are more valuable to me than those ugly pebbles.” Yugi trembled as the thief smiled before placing a kiss on each eyelid.
“N-Noir…” he sputtered, flustered and blushing redder than the reddest ruby.
Back in Noir's mansion...
“’More valuable than those ugly pebbles,’ he says,” Yugi grumbled as he stared at the IOU the thief handed him. “You really are a corrupt loan shark!” he shot at Noir who was now reading another book, “You added ALL those gems to my debt!!”
“You shouldn’t worry so,” Noir retorted, not looking from his book, “I’m giving you a low interest rate. I’m not really so generous, so you’d better be grateful, brat.”
“Don’t tease my Yugi, you big meanie!” Rebecca said dumping a flower pot on the thief’s head.
“Yugi,” Noir said in a sickeningly sweet tone, “Just what is that still doing here?!”
Yugi smirked back, desperately holding in the giggles threatening to escape his mouth. “Well, we are in charge of her until her grandfather comes back, right Rebecca?”
“Yup!” she said, smiling and planting herself in Yugi’s lap.
“Mind telling me who decided this?” the white haired thief said, his patience dangerously thin now.
“Don’t tell me you’re jealous of a twelve year old girl,” the spiky haired boy shot back.
“Hmph! Like I really care!” he spat as he shot up from his comfy seat and stormed from the study, slamming the door behind him.
Yugi couldn’t help but laugh. ‘He’s jealous of a twelve-year-old!’ Looking down at the sound of muffled sobs, he saw that the girl had tears in her eyes.
“I-I decided I won’t cry anymore,” she sobbed. “If I’m not happy all the time, grandfather will worry…”
Yugi rubbed the girl’s back soothingly. “You’re a very strong, girl Rebecca,” he said letting her snuggle against him.
“Noir?” Malik asked seeing his master hovering around the study door.
“I hate to ask you this, but give Rebecca’s bear back his eyes,” he said handing the Egyptian two bright blue gems.
“Who are you and what have you done with Noir?!” he demanded in amazement. Noir almost NEVER gave up anything. The thief shot his helper a look that said, ‘I’m dead serious here.’
Malik nodded, though he was still shocked. “These are star sapphires aren’t they?” he asked looking at them in awe.
“In the orient, they’re sometimes considered good luck. But for people like you and me, they’re bad luck. Or maybe it’s different for everyone,” he mused as he walked away, leaving a very confused blond.
Notes:
(1) In Japanese culture, it is believed that if you sneeze, someone’s talking about you.
~TBC~
Sakura: Whoo-hoo!!! Finally got this little arc finished!!!
Yami: You got Yugi hurt AGAIN!!!
Sakura: And I tell you – AGAIN – pharaoh, that it’s in the bloody script!!!! Don’t make me sick Anzu or Orochimaru on you. I’ve seen the way he’s been eyeing you lately.
Yami: Just why did you let that maniac in here anyway?!
Sakura: I didn’t. It was a certain fox friend of ours, and I don’t mean Kurama – he’s not that stupid.
Naru: Hey!!! I thought you were on my side.
Sakura: Oh I am. I’m just stating the facts here.
Sasuke: She’s right, you know. You are a dobe.
Naru: Teme!!! Say that to my face!
Sakura: Yeesh boys! Anyhoo, next chappie’s the start of another exciting story arc! What happens? Don’t ask ‘cause you’ll have to read for yourselves. I’m not gonna ruin it for anyone! 8P