Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Haima ❯ Chapter 6: Fate in hands ( Chapter 6 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Nekocin 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Mystery / Police / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.17.2003 | Updated On: 11.25.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 379 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Mystery / Police / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.17.2003 | Updated On: 11.25.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 379 | Status: Completed
Title: Haima
Author: Nekocin
Email: Neko_cin_6@hotmail.com
Genres: Various---> Action and Romance as main genres (I hope Romance wouldn't be so screwed up >.>).
Type: AU
Anime: Yu-gi-oh
Warnings: Shounen-ai, Violence. Maybe some OOC. In this chapter OOC and slight bad description.
Pairings: Seto+Jou... Sorry no fluff between those two. Here, implied Yami Bakura+Malik (one-sided ;_;)
Rated: PG-13
Disclaimer: Anime in question doesn't belong to me. Never was. Never will.
Author's notes:
;_; I'm sorry... still no fluff. I'm still planning on a direct Seto+Jou/Jou+Seto fluff somewhere in my notebooks but seeing as I've my hands full with new updates, side-fics, new HETero fic and an unfinished GW doujinshi I've to weave my way into a schedule along with school.
But anyways I'm glad you have all reached chapter 6 ^_^.
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Chapter 6: Fate in hands
23:05 PM
"Who are you?" Katsuya demanded and pushed Shizuka behind his back.
"I take it you're Jounouchi Katsuya" the stranger smiled. "You're the 'officer' for area F, right?"
"What are you getting at?" Katsuya narrowed his eyes. If this guy was one of those people who wanted to stalk his sister, he would make HIS life harder than it should be.
"Nice to meet you, I'm agent Ryuuji Otogi from station 3" the guy smirked [1].
He was definitely tall when he straightened himself. His long black hair was pulled back in a high ponytail.
"Station 3? What are you doing here?" Katsuya asked incredulously. Why was an officer from station 3 waiting at his front door?
"Since I got to know someone is patrolling area F I just wanted to meet this brave person face to face. Area F is one of those areas full of criminals" Ryuuji said.
"I see...," Jounouchi murmured, being unsure what to say. He felt a bit dazed because of the hard work at the station.
"Who might your companions be?" agent Ryuuji asked and regarded the other two.
"She's my younger sister, Shizuka and he's inspector Kaiba" Jounouchi introduced and fished out his keys.
"Aa... nice to meet you, young lady" Ryuuji smiled at Shizuka and bowed. Shizuka returned the bow.
"Inspector Kaiba, eh? You look familiar... but why are you here?" Ryuuji regarded the taller man with interest. It was totally uncalled for to have an inspector around a rookie like Jounouchi.
"He's just checking me out" Katsuya responded sleepily and opened the front door. the other three blinked when Katsuya had answered the question.
That somehow sounded wrong, Ryuuji noted and looked up at the inspector, who glared at the oblivious rookie.
"Please come in. Onii-chan must be a bit too sleepy to answer properly" Shizuka smiled apologetically and opened the door a bit wider for their guests to come in. the apartment was neat in Ryuuji's opinion and small in the inspector's opinion.
Suddenly Katsuya let out a shriek.
"Onii-chan!? What's wrong?"
The other three went into the bedroom where Katsuya was staring wide-eyed at the scene in front of him.
Half his room was covered with flowers. Flowers that looked suspiciously like the ones he'd gotten that morning.
"I don't remember asking for flowers" Katsuya panicked and quickly closed the bedroom window. "I haven't left any windows open after I left for work"
Ryuuji smirked and crossed his arms. "Seems you've some big secret admirer"
Katsuya's face paled and ran out of his bedroom.
"Onii-chan?! Where are you going? " Shizuka asked worriedly and followed her brother into the guestroom where she was staying. Ryuuji and the inspector followed them wordlessly.
Katsuya stared and stared at the white walls in his sister's bedroom.
"Onii-chan, why are you checking my bedroom?" Shizuka asked curiously, her eyes wide in confusion.
Katsuya breathed out in relief and closed the door of Shizuka's bedroom. He smiled weakly at her and laid a hand on her shoulder.
"For the moment there I thought you were being stalked,"
"How can that be possible? I know no one particular around here. It's you who's being stalked" Shizuka's eyes were still wide in confusion as she looked at her brother.
"She could've just left them on your door step" Ryuuji said thoughtfully.
The inspector came back with another tag.
-To: Jounouchi K.-
"They're all for you" the inspector stated and the rookie's face looked troubled again.
"But she or he did not leave them on my door step... so what are you implying? This crazy stalker broke into my apartment just to shower his or her affections one me? Just like that?" Katsuya narrowed his eyes at Ryuuji and clenched his fists [2].
"Her or his?" the inspector wondered out loud.
"How can we be sure this _secret admirer_ is female or male? [3]" Katsuya explained and headed for the living-room. The halls to the bedrooms were too small to fit everyone in.
"So you don't mind if those flowers are from a male?" Ryuuji asked incredulously. "Haven't you noticed there's no limit when it comes to love?" Katsuya shot back [3].
"I take it that yours is much politer to leave them on your door step" Katsuya said sarcastically as Shizuka quickly went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Ryuuji gasped good-naturedly and smirked. "How did you know?"
"I don't know. You just strike me as someone who just knows" Katsuya shrugged and dropped own on the sofa.
"You're right. Mine's a bit politer and romantic" Ryuuji took hold on one of the available chairs.
"Roses are romantic" Katsuya murmured absentmindedly and leaned lazily on the sofa. The inspector walked over his feet and sat on the opposite side of Ryuuji's chair.
"Red roses are romantic. Heck1 I don't know why most people have this fetish for red roses. My room is almost full of red roses" Ryuuji chuckled heartily and noticed the inspector staring at him.
"What?"
The inspector growled something under his breath and wondered why the rookie was talking casually with this stranger.
Ryuuji just shrugged.
"You do know what kind of flowers those are, right?" Katsuya asked sleepily and pointed at his bedroom.
"Violets of course" Ryuuji beamed. Katsuya's eyelids dropped down slowly as he shrugged absentmindedly. "Like they say... roses ARE red... and violets ARE blue... My darling dear... I love..." Katsuya murmured sleepily.
The inspector froze when he caught a few incoherent phrases. It triggered his mind that the flowers were the clues. How easy! Maybe too easy. What's the killer up to?
Ryuuji watched Katsuya fall asleep. "He should have manners. How can he fall asleep while he must entertain his guests?" Ryuuji huffed and poked playfully at Katsuya's cheek with a grin.
"Stop poking!" the inspector warned and shot the other officer a hard glare.
Ryuuji held both his hands up in defeat. "Cool it. Cool it. Okay, I've stopped. You're acting as if you're his mother"
The inspector narrowed his eyes at the comment and crossed his arms over his chest. It was a waste of energy and time to talk to that stranger. Now that he sort of knew who the victims MIGHT be, he must solve the rest of the riddles.
For the moment there he blinked and then looked at the rookie. He could recall having seen the two letters with the rookie.
The inspector sighed all the while being the object of Ryuuji's attention. He stood up and went outside on the balcony. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed his home number. The inspector hoped Mokuba was at home.
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23:40 PM
A figure was putting away his telescope and leaned over the balcony's cold railing. He'd been watching them get into the apartment for a while. He chuckled to himself when he saw the kid's disturbed face. Had he been up close he might have thought the rookie was cute [4].
Pity, his smile faltered, the fun in this game was not getting any progress. There was no spark there when his victims die in his hands. Where was the fun?
And aa... the inspector was present too. What's he doing there?
He narrowed his eyes. The inspector was getting closer and closer to the truth. The inspector was much quicker in mind that he'd thought.
He wanted to finish the job immediately.
Oh... what's this? HE's there too? Since when did the kid and HE get acquainted?
He laughed dryly. It made things much easier.
He could just take them both down once they were alone. That meant he'd to wait till the kid was a perfect target. But even now he felt tempted to do it immediately. The kid was still a rookie. a green one. Oblivious about most of the dangers and inexperienced compared to the inspector and the agent with the ponytail. A vulnerable prey.
He could just feel the pride flushing out of his skin. His fingers tingled from the anticipation. The power to control someone's death was definitely worth his heart. Power was everything. The world should bow down before him, because he felt the power seeping into his body like sponge absorbing the water.
He chuckled dryly and shook his head. How ironic to have a mental talk at this kind of time. He hardened his face and took one last look at his victims.
Aa... the inspector could be a good target too, he marveled silently when he watched the inspector head towards the balcony. But no, the easy ones should go first and then the difficult ones would be later.
He felt like taking a test. A test he swore not to fail. But what were his first intentions? What brought him out like this? What were the reasons that he'd become so cold?
He slipped out of his apartment. Once his victim number one went back to his own apartment he would strike. He wanted the dark and yet exciting feeling. Maybe he shouldn't wait for the kid to get a bit red so that he could take him down too.
But, he struggled mentally, he couldn't. He wouldn't. Too easy was too boring, but yet still tempting.
ARGH! He should be concentrating on his new 'object'. The anonymous man blended into the shadows that engulfed him almost welcoming.
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00:00
Agent Ishtar was doing his nightshift. He yawned cautiously as he stepped away from the brand-new police motorcycle. Okay, maybe not brand-new, but still it gleamed perfectly under the lanterns and the moonlight.
He'd spent his whole morning trying to fix the old junk and then paint it. The others didn't question where he went. They all though he went to see his sister, Ishizu, who had a car accident a few weeks ago.
His partner wasn't with him. He snorted.
Agent Yuuki had bribed HIS partner to give that night's shift to him because most of his shifts were under agent Mutou's care.
He didn't protest against agent Yuuki's order. It was only fair to him and agent Mutou to split their schedule. It was mutual to accept equality with someone like agent Mutou.
Agent Ishtar was worried that his partner was overworking himself. Because of agent Mutou's naivety Yugi got most of the works in hands out from the two. Besides he wanted to ride this baby right then. He wanted to test the engines and feel the engines speed up whenever he added gas.
He grinned proudly at his work and looked around the area he was patrolling. The streets were empty. The sidewalks were empty. Most business buildings had already been closed. Some clubs and restaurants were still open at that time. All was silent...
"The only one missing in this picture is Bakura" he murmured sadly. He looked up at the dark sky and climbed back on his motorcycle. The engines lulled him into a deep thinking.
What if he wasn't meant to be partnered with Bakura? What if he was never meant to be close to someone? Of course he and agent Mutou were close. But it was not really close enough to lose another partner because of his 'curse'.
His vision blurred a bit. Agent Ishtar could hardly see the road he was taking. His eyes were filled and his chest was aching. He felt alone...
Bright car lights blinded through his blurred vision. He snapped out of his self-pity and quickly made a quick turn to his left. He paused.
Car tires screeched loudly, switching him into the police mode. He wiped away the tears with his right sleeve and looked at the retreating car. His light indigo eyes narrowed and he smirked.
"About time" he muttered and added more gas to hear the engines roar. The car that had awakened him from his thoughts was moving recklessly around the street. It swerved one-way and then to the other. As if the car was drunk.
Agent Ishtar took off after the car, being careful not to get too close or the car would smash him off the street. He switched on the brighter lights, hoping to catch the driver's attention and speeded up.
"Pull over! Pull the car over!!" He yelled and took the risk to ride side-by-side with the car.
He cursed silently because of his misfortune. The driver was definitely drunk. He wasn't even driving with his eyes open. The frigging driver was sleeping while driving!!!
The officer panicked and darted his eyes around, searching for an option to stop the car. He could actually sneak in and stop the car from moving. He marveled at the idea of leaving the motorcycle somewhere and run after the other vehicle. Heh. That's a laugh.
He could use the motorcycle as something like a wall and let the car run him over. Too bad it's too risky. The officer racked his brains and gave up. He hesitated on going to the other side of the car.
The vehicle suddenly made a dangerous swing, the agent gasped and tied to reduce his speed.
Not long afterwards he made his way to the other side of the car and carefully headed through the window. Agent Ishtar squeezed his way into the car and desperately stepped on the brakes.
He let out a sigh of relief when the car came to a full stop and checked on the dozing driver.
"How many have you drunk?" agent Ishtar muttered to himself and looked sadly at the driver. "Drinking isn't a way to solve your problems"
He knew the driver wouldn't hear a word he'd said. Part of his brains was delving into unconsciousness thanks to the alcohol.
The agent ransacked the driver's pockets, searching for some identification or a driving licence.
The anonymous stranger stirred while the officer checked his ID. Before the officer could read the information on the ID he felt being pinned against the door. [5]
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00:50 AM
Big blue eyes flew open and the patient gasped out loud. She panicked instantly when she couldn't' see her surroundings.
The patient quickly sat up, breathing heavily as her heart pounded rapidly. Where was she?
"Malik?" she croaked out breathlessly. Her voice sounded like a ghostly breath. But the tunes weren't there.
"Malik?" she tried again and swallowed. She noticed the wires attached to her arms.
A hospital. Why was she there?
Fear crept into her body and she began to shake. Was this a bad omen? She'd been awaken and called out to her brother. He must be the reason she had awakened.
"Malik!!" She cried out. A report card had fallen off the table when she tried to reach for the light on the night table.
'Patient: Ishtar Ishizu" [5]
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2:00 AM
Agent Ishtar's eyes were wide. The driver was gripping his throat, cutting his oxygen supplies. His lips were parted, trying to breath through his mouth. His world whirled round. He felt confused and lost.
He grabbed hold of the driver's wrist tried to pull his hand away.
The driver was definitely nuts, he cursed mentally for his misfortune.
"I hate people with uniforms" he heard the driver hiss out and tried to swallow. He couldn't see the driver's face. The shadows were covering his face. It was hard to know if his true intentions might be written in his eyes in the darkness.
It was painful. The ache in his lungs was painful. Agent Ishtar felt his face swelling as he tried desperately to pull the hand away.
The hand tightened.
The agent gasped helplessly and balled his fists. With his last strength he flung his fist violently into the driver's stomach. A few punched should do the trick.
Immediately the driver let go as he grunted in pain.
"FRIGGING BASTARD!!" the agent cursed and gasped for breath while his hands automatically touched his soar throat. He felt relief washing over him once the ache in his lungs had been eased.
"You're coming with me, buddy!" the officer glared and pulled the driver out of the car, forcefully.
The driver struggled to get out while holding his painful stomach. The stupid officer was violent even in his last strength.
Agent Ishtar hauled the driver on his feet and took out the handcuffs. The driver looked directly at him.
Light indigo. Both pairs of eyes flashed in surprise and confusion. They looked familiar...
The driver was quick to recover and jabbed the agent in his ribs. He smirked proudly when the officer doubled over and ran. Agent Ishtar stared at the retreating figure as he held his sides.
"W-wait..." he called out weakly [5].
*.*.*.*.* End chapter 6*.*.*.*.*
Endnotes:
1: *cough* *cough* Here's Otogi... *cough* does he make a good targeted character? *cough* Sorry ^_^ I can't seem to think he could make a decent officer. *cough* *hides from Otogi fans* x_x I've said nothing.
2: Let's just say those two aren't in best terms. They've just met >_> don't you guys get a bit suspicious? It's like whenever parents always say, "Don't talk to strangers" >_>
3: Okay... here's the thing that Katsuya doesn't really mind same sex relationships. Otherwise he would have said "she" or "her".
4: Yep :) Of course I think Katsuya is cute minus those scary brown eyes when he was possessed *shudders* I love his normal ones better.
5: >:D Muhahahahaha... since I'm planning on a side-fic to the Yami Bakura+Ryou/Ryou+Yami Bakura pairing I thought about making another side-fic with Malik and the big guy >:D I think I will call that side-fic "Turamali". I think that's where the rest of that stuff will go *smirks*
;_; That was the best I can do with Malik and Yami Marik in the picture *smirks*. Anyways the story is still getting a bit too slow. But don't worry :) I won't keep writing about the every day stuff. Thank you to those who'd reviewed the previous chapter.
=^_^=cin
Author: Nekocin
Email: Neko_cin_6@hotmail.com
Genres: Various---> Action and Romance as main genres (I hope Romance wouldn't be so screwed up >.>).
Type: AU
Anime: Yu-gi-oh
Warnings: Shounen-ai, Violence. Maybe some OOC. In this chapter OOC and slight bad description.
Pairings: Seto+Jou... Sorry no fluff between those two. Here, implied Yami Bakura+Malik (one-sided ;_;)
Rated: PG-13
Disclaimer: Anime in question doesn't belong to me. Never was. Never will.
Author's notes:
;_; I'm sorry... still no fluff. I'm still planning on a direct Seto+Jou/Jou+Seto fluff somewhere in my notebooks but seeing as I've my hands full with new updates, side-fics, new HETero fic and an unfinished GW doujinshi I've to weave my way into a schedule along with school.
But anyways I'm glad you have all reached chapter 6 ^_^.
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Chapter 6: Fate in hands
23:05 PM
"Who are you?" Katsuya demanded and pushed Shizuka behind his back.
"I take it you're Jounouchi Katsuya" the stranger smiled. "You're the 'officer' for area F, right?"
"What are you getting at?" Katsuya narrowed his eyes. If this guy was one of those people who wanted to stalk his sister, he would make HIS life harder than it should be.
"Nice to meet you, I'm agent Ryuuji Otogi from station 3" the guy smirked [1].
He was definitely tall when he straightened himself. His long black hair was pulled back in a high ponytail.
"Station 3? What are you doing here?" Katsuya asked incredulously. Why was an officer from station 3 waiting at his front door?
"Since I got to know someone is patrolling area F I just wanted to meet this brave person face to face. Area F is one of those areas full of criminals" Ryuuji said.
"I see...," Jounouchi murmured, being unsure what to say. He felt a bit dazed because of the hard work at the station.
"Who might your companions be?" agent Ryuuji asked and regarded the other two.
"She's my younger sister, Shizuka and he's inspector Kaiba" Jounouchi introduced and fished out his keys.
"Aa... nice to meet you, young lady" Ryuuji smiled at Shizuka and bowed. Shizuka returned the bow.
"Inspector Kaiba, eh? You look familiar... but why are you here?" Ryuuji regarded the taller man with interest. It was totally uncalled for to have an inspector around a rookie like Jounouchi.
"He's just checking me out" Katsuya responded sleepily and opened the front door. the other three blinked when Katsuya had answered the question.
That somehow sounded wrong, Ryuuji noted and looked up at the inspector, who glared at the oblivious rookie.
"Please come in. Onii-chan must be a bit too sleepy to answer properly" Shizuka smiled apologetically and opened the door a bit wider for their guests to come in. the apartment was neat in Ryuuji's opinion and small in the inspector's opinion.
Suddenly Katsuya let out a shriek.
"Onii-chan!? What's wrong?"
The other three went into the bedroom where Katsuya was staring wide-eyed at the scene in front of him.
Half his room was covered with flowers. Flowers that looked suspiciously like the ones he'd gotten that morning.
"I don't remember asking for flowers" Katsuya panicked and quickly closed the bedroom window. "I haven't left any windows open after I left for work"
Ryuuji smirked and crossed his arms. "Seems you've some big secret admirer"
Katsuya's face paled and ran out of his bedroom.
"Onii-chan?! Where are you going? " Shizuka asked worriedly and followed her brother into the guestroom where she was staying. Ryuuji and the inspector followed them wordlessly.
Katsuya stared and stared at the white walls in his sister's bedroom.
"Onii-chan, why are you checking my bedroom?" Shizuka asked curiously, her eyes wide in confusion.
Katsuya breathed out in relief and closed the door of Shizuka's bedroom. He smiled weakly at her and laid a hand on her shoulder.
"For the moment there I thought you were being stalked,"
"How can that be possible? I know no one particular around here. It's you who's being stalked" Shizuka's eyes were still wide in confusion as she looked at her brother.
"She could've just left them on your door step" Ryuuji said thoughtfully.
The inspector came back with another tag.
-To: Jounouchi K.-
"They're all for you" the inspector stated and the rookie's face looked troubled again.
"But she or he did not leave them on my door step... so what are you implying? This crazy stalker broke into my apartment just to shower his or her affections one me? Just like that?" Katsuya narrowed his eyes at Ryuuji and clenched his fists [2].
"Her or his?" the inspector wondered out loud.
"How can we be sure this _secret admirer_ is female or male? [3]" Katsuya explained and headed for the living-room. The halls to the bedrooms were too small to fit everyone in.
"So you don't mind if those flowers are from a male?" Ryuuji asked incredulously. "Haven't you noticed there's no limit when it comes to love?" Katsuya shot back [3].
"I take it that yours is much politer to leave them on your door step" Katsuya said sarcastically as Shizuka quickly went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Ryuuji gasped good-naturedly and smirked. "How did you know?"
"I don't know. You just strike me as someone who just knows" Katsuya shrugged and dropped own on the sofa.
"You're right. Mine's a bit politer and romantic" Ryuuji took hold on one of the available chairs.
"Roses are romantic" Katsuya murmured absentmindedly and leaned lazily on the sofa. The inspector walked over his feet and sat on the opposite side of Ryuuji's chair.
"Red roses are romantic. Heck1 I don't know why most people have this fetish for red roses. My room is almost full of red roses" Ryuuji chuckled heartily and noticed the inspector staring at him.
"What?"
The inspector growled something under his breath and wondered why the rookie was talking casually with this stranger.
Ryuuji just shrugged.
"You do know what kind of flowers those are, right?" Katsuya asked sleepily and pointed at his bedroom.
"Violets of course" Ryuuji beamed. Katsuya's eyelids dropped down slowly as he shrugged absentmindedly. "Like they say... roses ARE red... and violets ARE blue... My darling dear... I love..." Katsuya murmured sleepily.
The inspector froze when he caught a few incoherent phrases. It triggered his mind that the flowers were the clues. How easy! Maybe too easy. What's the killer up to?
Ryuuji watched Katsuya fall asleep. "He should have manners. How can he fall asleep while he must entertain his guests?" Ryuuji huffed and poked playfully at Katsuya's cheek with a grin.
"Stop poking!" the inspector warned and shot the other officer a hard glare.
Ryuuji held both his hands up in defeat. "Cool it. Cool it. Okay, I've stopped. You're acting as if you're his mother"
The inspector narrowed his eyes at the comment and crossed his arms over his chest. It was a waste of energy and time to talk to that stranger. Now that he sort of knew who the victims MIGHT be, he must solve the rest of the riddles.
For the moment there he blinked and then looked at the rookie. He could recall having seen the two letters with the rookie.
The inspector sighed all the while being the object of Ryuuji's attention. He stood up and went outside on the balcony. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed his home number. The inspector hoped Mokuba was at home.
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23:40 PM
A figure was putting away his telescope and leaned over the balcony's cold railing. He'd been watching them get into the apartment for a while. He chuckled to himself when he saw the kid's disturbed face. Had he been up close he might have thought the rookie was cute [4].
Pity, his smile faltered, the fun in this game was not getting any progress. There was no spark there when his victims die in his hands. Where was the fun?
And aa... the inspector was present too. What's he doing there?
He narrowed his eyes. The inspector was getting closer and closer to the truth. The inspector was much quicker in mind that he'd thought.
He wanted to finish the job immediately.
Oh... what's this? HE's there too? Since when did the kid and HE get acquainted?
He laughed dryly. It made things much easier.
He could just take them both down once they were alone. That meant he'd to wait till the kid was a perfect target. But even now he felt tempted to do it immediately. The kid was still a rookie. a green one. Oblivious about most of the dangers and inexperienced compared to the inspector and the agent with the ponytail. A vulnerable prey.
He could just feel the pride flushing out of his skin. His fingers tingled from the anticipation. The power to control someone's death was definitely worth his heart. Power was everything. The world should bow down before him, because he felt the power seeping into his body like sponge absorbing the water.
He chuckled dryly and shook his head. How ironic to have a mental talk at this kind of time. He hardened his face and took one last look at his victims.
Aa... the inspector could be a good target too, he marveled silently when he watched the inspector head towards the balcony. But no, the easy ones should go first and then the difficult ones would be later.
He felt like taking a test. A test he swore not to fail. But what were his first intentions? What brought him out like this? What were the reasons that he'd become so cold?
He slipped out of his apartment. Once his victim number one went back to his own apartment he would strike. He wanted the dark and yet exciting feeling. Maybe he shouldn't wait for the kid to get a bit red so that he could take him down too.
But, he struggled mentally, he couldn't. He wouldn't. Too easy was too boring, but yet still tempting.
ARGH! He should be concentrating on his new 'object'. The anonymous man blended into the shadows that engulfed him almost welcoming.
*~*~*~*~*~
00:00
Agent Ishtar was doing his nightshift. He yawned cautiously as he stepped away from the brand-new police motorcycle. Okay, maybe not brand-new, but still it gleamed perfectly under the lanterns and the moonlight.
He'd spent his whole morning trying to fix the old junk and then paint it. The others didn't question where he went. They all though he went to see his sister, Ishizu, who had a car accident a few weeks ago.
His partner wasn't with him. He snorted.
Agent Yuuki had bribed HIS partner to give that night's shift to him because most of his shifts were under agent Mutou's care.
He didn't protest against agent Yuuki's order. It was only fair to him and agent Mutou to split their schedule. It was mutual to accept equality with someone like agent Mutou.
Agent Ishtar was worried that his partner was overworking himself. Because of agent Mutou's naivety Yugi got most of the works in hands out from the two. Besides he wanted to ride this baby right then. He wanted to test the engines and feel the engines speed up whenever he added gas.
He grinned proudly at his work and looked around the area he was patrolling. The streets were empty. The sidewalks were empty. Most business buildings had already been closed. Some clubs and restaurants were still open at that time. All was silent...
"The only one missing in this picture is Bakura" he murmured sadly. He looked up at the dark sky and climbed back on his motorcycle. The engines lulled him into a deep thinking.
What if he wasn't meant to be partnered with Bakura? What if he was never meant to be close to someone? Of course he and agent Mutou were close. But it was not really close enough to lose another partner because of his 'curse'.
His vision blurred a bit. Agent Ishtar could hardly see the road he was taking. His eyes were filled and his chest was aching. He felt alone...
Bright car lights blinded through his blurred vision. He snapped out of his self-pity and quickly made a quick turn to his left. He paused.
Car tires screeched loudly, switching him into the police mode. He wiped away the tears with his right sleeve and looked at the retreating car. His light indigo eyes narrowed and he smirked.
"About time" he muttered and added more gas to hear the engines roar. The car that had awakened him from his thoughts was moving recklessly around the street. It swerved one-way and then to the other. As if the car was drunk.
Agent Ishtar took off after the car, being careful not to get too close or the car would smash him off the street. He switched on the brighter lights, hoping to catch the driver's attention and speeded up.
"Pull over! Pull the car over!!" He yelled and took the risk to ride side-by-side with the car.
He cursed silently because of his misfortune. The driver was definitely drunk. He wasn't even driving with his eyes open. The frigging driver was sleeping while driving!!!
The officer panicked and darted his eyes around, searching for an option to stop the car. He could actually sneak in and stop the car from moving. He marveled at the idea of leaving the motorcycle somewhere and run after the other vehicle. Heh. That's a laugh.
He could use the motorcycle as something like a wall and let the car run him over. Too bad it's too risky. The officer racked his brains and gave up. He hesitated on going to the other side of the car.
The vehicle suddenly made a dangerous swing, the agent gasped and tied to reduce his speed.
Not long afterwards he made his way to the other side of the car and carefully headed through the window. Agent Ishtar squeezed his way into the car and desperately stepped on the brakes.
He let out a sigh of relief when the car came to a full stop and checked on the dozing driver.
"How many have you drunk?" agent Ishtar muttered to himself and looked sadly at the driver. "Drinking isn't a way to solve your problems"
He knew the driver wouldn't hear a word he'd said. Part of his brains was delving into unconsciousness thanks to the alcohol.
The agent ransacked the driver's pockets, searching for some identification or a driving licence.
The anonymous stranger stirred while the officer checked his ID. Before the officer could read the information on the ID he felt being pinned against the door. [5]
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00:50 AM
Big blue eyes flew open and the patient gasped out loud. She panicked instantly when she couldn't' see her surroundings.
The patient quickly sat up, breathing heavily as her heart pounded rapidly. Where was she?
"Malik?" she croaked out breathlessly. Her voice sounded like a ghostly breath. But the tunes weren't there.
"Malik?" she tried again and swallowed. She noticed the wires attached to her arms.
A hospital. Why was she there?
Fear crept into her body and she began to shake. Was this a bad omen? She'd been awaken and called out to her brother. He must be the reason she had awakened.
"Malik!!" She cried out. A report card had fallen off the table when she tried to reach for the light on the night table.
'Patient: Ishtar Ishizu" [5]
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2:00 AM
Agent Ishtar's eyes were wide. The driver was gripping his throat, cutting his oxygen supplies. His lips were parted, trying to breath through his mouth. His world whirled round. He felt confused and lost.
He grabbed hold of the driver's wrist tried to pull his hand away.
The driver was definitely nuts, he cursed mentally for his misfortune.
"I hate people with uniforms" he heard the driver hiss out and tried to swallow. He couldn't see the driver's face. The shadows were covering his face. It was hard to know if his true intentions might be written in his eyes in the darkness.
It was painful. The ache in his lungs was painful. Agent Ishtar felt his face swelling as he tried desperately to pull the hand away.
The hand tightened.
The agent gasped helplessly and balled his fists. With his last strength he flung his fist violently into the driver's stomach. A few punched should do the trick.
Immediately the driver let go as he grunted in pain.
"FRIGGING BASTARD!!" the agent cursed and gasped for breath while his hands automatically touched his soar throat. He felt relief washing over him once the ache in his lungs had been eased.
"You're coming with me, buddy!" the officer glared and pulled the driver out of the car, forcefully.
The driver struggled to get out while holding his painful stomach. The stupid officer was violent even in his last strength.
Agent Ishtar hauled the driver on his feet and took out the handcuffs. The driver looked directly at him.
Light indigo. Both pairs of eyes flashed in surprise and confusion. They looked familiar...
The driver was quick to recover and jabbed the agent in his ribs. He smirked proudly when the officer doubled over and ran. Agent Ishtar stared at the retreating figure as he held his sides.
"W-wait..." he called out weakly [5].
*.*.*.*.* End chapter 6*.*.*.*.*
Endnotes:
1: *cough* *cough* Here's Otogi... *cough* does he make a good targeted character? *cough* Sorry ^_^ I can't seem to think he could make a decent officer. *cough* *hides from Otogi fans* x_x I've said nothing.
2: Let's just say those two aren't in best terms. They've just met >_> don't you guys get a bit suspicious? It's like whenever parents always say, "Don't talk to strangers" >_>
3: Okay... here's the thing that Katsuya doesn't really mind same sex relationships. Otherwise he would have said "she" or "her".
4: Yep :) Of course I think Katsuya is cute minus those scary brown eyes when he was possessed *shudders* I love his normal ones better.
5: >:D Muhahahahaha... since I'm planning on a side-fic to the Yami Bakura+Ryou/Ryou+Yami Bakura pairing I thought about making another side-fic with Malik and the big guy >:D I think I will call that side-fic "Turamali". I think that's where the rest of that stuff will go *smirks*
;_; That was the best I can do with Malik and Yami Marik in the picture *smirks*. Anyways the story is still getting a bit too slow. But don't worry :) I won't keep writing about the every day stuff. Thank you to those who'd reviewed the previous chapter.
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