Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Pirates! ❯ We Have to do WHAT?! ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Hey, everyone! I just wanted to tell you that there will be some Anzu bashing and mentions of character death in this chapter. All Anzu fans beware!

Chapter 2: We Have to Do WHAT?

Domino, the city of culture and trade, was home to the most defended and well-stocked military fort which sported the queen’s seal in all of the Prota galaxies and the smaller ones surrounding. It stood nearly one hundred feet tall, a monolithic structure in the form of a square, complete with guard towers facing each of the four cardinal directions and a humungous gate that let only those with clearance through. Known for being a hub of activity, the fort was the backbone of the entire city, as well as Domino’s main line of defense. If any force, large or small, threatened the lives of the citizens, the fort’s guards, deployed at various places in the city, were there to stop it. The leader of the fort was the city’s governor, effectively intertwining the city’s politics with that of the fort.

In the far corner of the fort, on the bottom floor, sounds of clashing steel echoed out into the hallway as two men inside a small, but well-taken-care-of abode, battled, sweat making their clothes cling to their bodies. They were coming to the end of their bout, as it was obvious that their energy was slowly dying.

"Ha!" one of the young men shouted as he lunged forward, swiping at his friend's head with his sword. His friend ducked under the blow, which just barely passed over his golden-blonde hair, before swiping at the first boy's stomach with his own weapon. The intended 'victim' of his sword jumped back, narrowly missing the blade by an inch. He raised his arms, both hands on the hilt of the sword, and slashed downward at the other boy's head. The blonde blocked the blow and parried it aside, looking up with a smirk and twinkling hazel eyes.

"Not this time, Yugi," He said and pressed it against the boy's, Yugi's, stomach, but not enough to wound. Yugi slowly backed up, his hands up in a defensive position. The other boy smiled triumphantly.

Suddenly, Yugi, having to look up because of the height difference between the two teens, lunged forward. He grabbed his friend's wrist and wrenched the sword away from him. He crouched down and swung his leg around, knocking the other boy's feet from under him. The other boy cried out as he fell flat on his back. He looked up to see the end of a sword in his face. Yugi slowly lowered the sword to become level with the other boy's throat.

"Sorry, Jou, but I win this time," Yugi said before smiling. Jou, the boy on the floor, sighed and his shoulders slumped at the phrase.

"Brava!" an effeminate voice yelled off to the side. They turned toward the owner to see a young woman with long brown hair and green eyes with two other boys. All three of them were smiling.

"Yes, you guys are really good!" one of the boys, a soft-spoken, whitenette, about sixteen years of age, said happily. A smile spread across Jou's face and Yugi's smile widened.

"Thanks, Ryou," Jou said to the white-haired boy.

"Same to you, Aiko," Yugi said to the girl as he lowered his sword and backed away from Jou.

"Lost again, Jou?" the last boy, with long, sandy-blonde locks, who was about the same age as Ryou, said teasingly.

"Shut up, Malik. Yugi's the best swordsman in the entire fort! You couldn't beat him either," The honey blonde answered back indignantly.

"Yeah," Malik said, smirking lightly, "that's why I don't challenge him on a daily basis." He only received a glare in return.

"Come on, you guys. Don't fight!" Ryou said, his big brown eyes pleading. Both boys sighed and looked at each other. They stared for a second before their faces broke out into a grin. They pulled each other into a hug, wrapping their arms around each other's necks.

"Aw, Ry," Jou admonished, "we were just pickin'! We meant none of it!" Ryou smiled happily at the pair.

Suddenly, the door of their training room flew open. A woman sauntered in, her hips swaying lazily. Her brown hair was cut into a bob that framed her heart-shaped face, with blue, piercing eyes that shone out with a sharp edge. Her eyes were filled with anger and annoyance for some reason. She was wearing a cerulean, Victorian-style dress with bracelets embossed with a stone of the same color hanging of her dainty wrists. Underneath the dress was a corset, made obvious by the sudden lift her bosom seemed to have gotten. Malik took one look at her and rolled his eyes. The others just snickered.

"Anzu, what do you want?" Aiko said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I was sent down here to tell you that my daddy wants to see you. I don't know why though. He could have sent someone more fit to be a messenger." She looked around, her pretty face scrunching up in disgust. "This place is a dump. How can you live here?" she asked incredulously.

All of the teens bristled at the statement. They had inherited this "house" when Yugi's grandfather, Sogoroku, had died a few years ago. He had taken Ryou, Jou, Malik, and Aiko in when they were very little, raising them as if they were his own children despite his advancing age.

Aiko had been the first to be adopted into their household; she had been dropped on Sogoroku's doorstep when she was a baby, and had become Yugi's adopted sister very quickly. Therefore, Sogoroku was the only parent that she had ever known, and she cared greatly for him, as well as Yugi.

Next was Malik. Malik's mother had died during childbirth, leaving his father to take care of two children on his own. Not long after that, his father had taken in Rishid, another orphan, to help with raising Isis and Malik, but the very man himself died not long in a nasty sandstorm in Egypt not long after Malik’s fifth birthday. To make matters worse, Malik had been separated from his remaining family during the sand storm, and had only been saved by Sogoroku by sheer chance; if the old man had not been in the desert at the very moment he had been – just after the sandstorm had settled – Malik probably would have died before his life had even begun.

Third was Jou. Jou's father had once been an honorable soldier before he had given himself over to alcohol after he and his wife divorced. The woman had broken him when she left him with Jou’s little sister, Serenity, in tow, leaving Jou as the victim to a violently drunk father. Sogoroku, a mere cadet at the time, had stepped in and had Jou taken from him for fear of the boy’s life when he was seven. Jou had considered Sogoroku his one true father and his savior ever since.

Last but not least was Ryou. Ryou's mother and sister had died when he was nine, and his dad, a researcher for the Queen’s army, had died soon after on a trip to Egypt, where he was accidently struck by a tram and killed. Sogoroku, a good friend of the man, had acted quickly after learning the news of newly orphaned boy, took Ryou in to be the last of their little quintet.

All in all, Sogoroku had been a wonderful man and soldier, and Anzu's scathing words did not sit well with any of them. They loved their pseudo-father very much and for a snotty brat to come in and insult his pride – his home – grated on them worse than any personal insult. Ryou and Yugi immediately stepped forward to stop Jou and Malik from retaliating.

The two blondes forced themselves to relax, although their fists stayed clenched.

"Well, Anzu, not all of us are the governor's kid," Aiko answered calmly, although her eyes teemed with anger.

"Right, I forgot; none of you have ever been that lucky," She said spitefully.

"Is there anything else, Anzu?" Yugi interjected to prevent Aiko from lashing out at her.

"Yes," she answered, her eyes narrowing at Yugi angrily for some reason. Malik growled slightly, stepping close to Yugi in a defensive stance. Jou saw this and did the same.

"Anzu, why are you looking at Yugi like that?" Ryou, surprisingly, chimed in. Usually the small teen kept silent, but the look in her eyes unnerved him. She looked like she wanted to claw his eyes out with her bare hands.

"Oh," She said, her eyes blinking rapidly as she came back to herself, "He just reminds me of someone who is very…resistant to my advances," She said airily. Yugi raised an eyebrow in surprise. Not many people looked like him, especially with the tri-colored spikes adorning his head and large, child-like amethyst eyes peeking out from spiky, blonde bangs.

"Well, bye," She nipped and bounded back up the stairs.

"I hate that woman," Aiko growled when she heard Anzu slam the door behind her.

"Well," Yugi said gently, turning to put his sword in the wooden cabinet behind him "she can't help it. That's just how she was raised." Jou just snorted and followed suit, putting his own sword near Yugi's. He looked up above their swords and smiled softly. Resting two wooden pegs was a beautiful, sheathed sword. Its sheath was pure obsidian with a red dragon curving around its body. Golden scales were scattered around among the red scales and golden whiskers trail along the sheath like rivers. Small lengths of silver thread hung off its metal hilt. Sapphires and rubies were encrusted into it, and shone in the light of the lamp next to it like stars. This sword had been Sogoroku's and they decided to take the best care of it that they could.

"So," Yugi said to break the silence, "I guess we should go see the captain now, huh?" the others nodded and followed Yugi, who walked up the stairs reluctantly. Nervousness had begun to stir inside them.

Governor Naoya Mizaki was a well-known and fearsome man. He had strong, broad shoulders, which were almost always covered in his navy-blue captain's uniform. His black, curly hair was always pulled back into a ponytail with the random strand of hair falling into his ice blue eyes. A disdainful smirk marred his admittedly handsome face when he was in the presence of anyone who is his inferior. He always had that chip on his shoulder when it came to most people because he just so happened to be born from a noble and powerful family. Apparently, Anzu had inherited that trait.

All five of them knew the captain almost always only called someone into his office when their rank was being changed or they were in big trouble. None of them were part of the military, so they were afraid they had done something unknowingly to get themselves in trouble – that was where their nervousness stemmed from.

When they reached the top of the stairs, they turned left down a large hallway with wooden walls. The carpet was blood red and pictures of the previous captains lined the walls. At the end of the hallway was the captain's office. They walked to the door and stopped, none of them wanting to open it. Jou sighed.

"Alright; I'll do it," He said, dread filling his voice. He hesitantly rapped his knuckles against the door. A muffled 'come in' was heard from inside the room. They looked at each other and nodded gathering up the courage to go inside. Malik reached forward and opened the door, wincing when it creaked loudly. Inside was the captain, standing near a window that looked out at Domino, his fingers clasped behind his back.

"U-um, Captain?" Yugi said timidly. Mizaki looked over at Yugi in surprise.

"Ah, Mouto. Glad you came." He looked over at the others. "And you brought you're little friends, too. Good." a satisfied smirk spread across his face. Malik and Jou just rolled their eyes; the others just sighed softly.

"So, Mizaki – I mean – sir, what do you need us for?" Jou asked, catching himself quickly. He glared at Jou before answering.

"Well, Katsuya – I mean – Jounichi," he quipped in return, earning a glare from Jou, "my daughter wants to go out to the town tomorrow, and you're going to take her."

"WHAT?" They all yelled indignantly.

"You're her father! Why can't you take her?" Malik exclaimed, his fiery temper taking over.

"Don't speak to me like that you brat!" he exploded. "Sogoroku is the only reason that any of you are allowed to stay here, so you better watch you're mouth!" this outburst effectively shut the teens up.

"Now, you will take her out tomorrow – all of you. I have a meeting tomorrow with the general on how to deal with the rise to power of a certain pirate crew." His eyes narrowed at the teens, showing them how serious he was.

"Which one?" Aiko said curiously.

"The crew of the Dark Millenium." He answered gravely. All of the teens perked up at the mention of this certain crew. They all enjoyed stories about pirates, but the ones about this crew interested them the most. The crew of the Dark Millenium was said to be the toughest crew in the universe. Five main men ruled the ship with an iron fist. The first, Matsuo Akiyama, was said to be one of the best weapons masters that ever lived. He could master any weapon on the first try. There was a rumor going around that he was taught at the age of five by the great weapon master, Subeta Kyouryoku (1) and defeated him in a sparring match.

Two of the other pirates, Mujou Bakura (2) and Kashaku Marik (3), were known as the most ruthless men alive. They enjoyed killing, thieving, and torture, which was their favorite. They were also said to be the best thieves that ever lived. They could steal the shirt off your back without you knowing it until the cold air flew across your bare chest.

The next pirate was Kaiba Seto, the first mate of the Dark Millenium. He was said to be a genius mentally, as well as with a sword. If he couldn't outsmart you, which was very, very rare, then he could physically outmatch his opponent. Not much was known about him besides that, except that he has a younger brother who traveled with him and the crew and that he never showed emotion to anyone except his brother.

Last but certainly not least, was the captain of the Dark Millenium, Atemu Yami. He was said to be the best pirate in history. He could outsmart and outmaneuver a fleet of the Queen's Navy's airships with just the Dark Millenium at his command, and the Navy was said to have the fastest ships in space and the best officers in the Prota, Epsilon, and Beta galaxies. He was also the only person to ever beat Seto at a mind game.

The teens had also heard that these five men were gorgeous. Fanclubs in every galaxy were popping up that were dedicated to them. Actually, there were quite a few in Domino; there had to be at least one fanclub per pirate in just the city itself.

"So," Naoya said, breaking the their reverie, "You will report here tomorrow at noon. And don't be late, understood?" all of them nodded dumbly, not really hearing what he said, "Ok, then, you are all dismissed." He said absentmindedly.

"B-but-!" Malik started, having returned to his senses first.

"I said dismissed!" the captain yelled in a booming voice.

"Just leave it, dude." Jou muttered, grabbing Malik's biceps and dragging him away.

"B-but he can't do this to us! This is torture!" Malik answered angrily, allowing Jou to drag him away. The others ignored his outburst, although secretly agreeing with him.

"G'bye, sir." Aiko muttered bitterly, grabbing Malik's other arm. Ryou and Yugi followed, closing the door behind them. They all mentally relished in the 'slam' the door made when it did. Malik ripped his arms away from Jou and Aiko, huffing and straightening his shirt indignantly. He stormed off (4) angrily and the others followed dejectedly, dreading the day ahead.

NOT PART OF THE STORY:

No. 1: his name means, if the website I looked it up from is correct, "powerful blade."

No. 2: Bakura's last name means "ruthless" or "heartless"

No. 3: Marik's last name means "torture"

(I tried to find the most fitting last names for their personality. What do ya think?)