Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Protesting the Conflict in Iraq ❯ The Stunt ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: mercynre 
Ryou pulls a stunt on George W. that will make him infamous. Surprise intervention at the end of chapter.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.15.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 821 | Visits: 235 | Status: Work In Progress
Ryou pulls a stunt on George W. that will make him infamous. Surprise intervention at the end of chapter.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.15.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 821 | Visits: 235 | Status: Work In Progress
Authoress Notes: I am a Republican who voted for Bush, however, I just saw Ryou as being a quiet liberal who would wait his whole life for an issue to make a stand about. So I had to write this. It is completely Anti-Bush, but I'm not writing it because of a personal agenda, rather, I just thought it needed to be written. Too many people are afraid to bring politics into fanfiction, but in reality, the odds are that at least one of the YGO gang would have a strong reaction to whats going on if they existed outside of manga/anime/doujinshi. So I wrote it because no one else would. Flames don't bother me actually, but I thought I'd explain.
__Chapter 2: The Stunt__
Ryou fished about in his pockets, retrieving a small headset and remote. He slipped the earphones on discreetly and adjusted the microphone so that it hung in front of his mouth. Squinting at the remote, a custom-made box that controlled the frequency of his headset, he twisted the knob carefully to the setting he needed.
The get-up had cost him two months salary from the grocery store he worked part-time at, and the correct frequency... Well, he hadn't slept the past week trying to hack into it. He had worked hard for this moment, even making himself laugh with the others when they poked fun at his newly acquired HAM licence.
Ryou waited until the procession of cars was within range, then flipped the on switch. The voices of Bush and his guards filtered through his earphones, sending a rush of adrenaline through his body and tripling his heartbeat. *I actually did it - Oh my god, this is actually it!* his thoughts raced.
Steadying his voice and adopting a professional tone, he interrupted the small talk, using codes known only to Bush and his closest advisors, telling him, "Eagle One, this is Falcon Two. Stop the car. Repeat, stop the car." The American President repeated the instructions through an intercom in the limo, then, in a voice slightly tinged with fear, asked "This is Eagle One. Do we have a situation? What's happened?"
"This is Falcon Two responding. Situation is under control, do you copy? What we have here is an opportunity for an unprecedented publicity stunt of the positive type, Sir. Step out of the vehicle. I have your speech already prepared."
Ryou watched as the brunette and several goons exited the fancy car. *He bought it, I just can't believe it!* he thought, shocked. The crowd was going nuts, both objects and insults being hurled through the air. Ryou used the chaos to slip behind the line of protesters unnoticed. He could no longer see the action, but heard the American President clear his throat over a bullhorn as a deadly hush fell over the crowd. He flipped through his notes, launching into the speech, listening as Bush repeated his words seconds later.
"Nothing is more likely to render the entire American National movement, if not actually barren from the outset, then yet ineffective in its results, than the total lack of understanding of the fact that every idea is without value so long as its aim is not translated into action but remains forever thought alone.
And, in the same way, no danger that is motivated by deliberate evil can ever be conquered through the mere recognition of its harmful nature or motivating power, but only through the deliberate confrontation with another power. In the whole of Iraq there may today remain no more than 600,000 persons among its 150 million who are not horrified by the current dictatorship of blood and its satanic infamy.
And this battle will not be fought by majorities and parliamentary groups, but by the only form of majority that has shaped the fates of nations and states on this earth as long as it has existed. The majority of power and of the greater will and the strength to apply this power without consideration for mere numbers. To be American means not to dream today but to be a revolutionary; it means not to make do with academic knowledge; it means to have the passionate will to let deed some day follow word."
*I pulled it off!* Ryou thought briefly, coming out of a trance of concentration. It was a short-lived victory; the next thing he knew, a strong arm was drawn across his throat, leaving him gasping for air. The last thing he heard before falling into darkness was a deep voice using his own microphone. "Mr. Bush, my name is Kaiba Seto. The speech you just gave was a slightly modified version of one given by Adolf Hitler in 1922. I have the person responsible."
__Chapter 2: The Stunt__
Ryou fished about in his pockets, retrieving a small headset and remote. He slipped the earphones on discreetly and adjusted the microphone so that it hung in front of his mouth. Squinting at the remote, a custom-made box that controlled the frequency of his headset, he twisted the knob carefully to the setting he needed.
The get-up had cost him two months salary from the grocery store he worked part-time at, and the correct frequency... Well, he hadn't slept the past week trying to hack into it. He had worked hard for this moment, even making himself laugh with the others when they poked fun at his newly acquired HAM licence.
Ryou waited until the procession of cars was within range, then flipped the on switch. The voices of Bush and his guards filtered through his earphones, sending a rush of adrenaline through his body and tripling his heartbeat. *I actually did it - Oh my god, this is actually it!* his thoughts raced.
Steadying his voice and adopting a professional tone, he interrupted the small talk, using codes known only to Bush and his closest advisors, telling him, "Eagle One, this is Falcon Two. Stop the car. Repeat, stop the car." The American President repeated the instructions through an intercom in the limo, then, in a voice slightly tinged with fear, asked "This is Eagle One. Do we have a situation? What's happened?"
"This is Falcon Two responding. Situation is under control, do you copy? What we have here is an opportunity for an unprecedented publicity stunt of the positive type, Sir. Step out of the vehicle. I have your speech already prepared."
Ryou watched as the brunette and several goons exited the fancy car. *He bought it, I just can't believe it!* he thought, shocked. The crowd was going nuts, both objects and insults being hurled through the air. Ryou used the chaos to slip behind the line of protesters unnoticed. He could no longer see the action, but heard the American President clear his throat over a bullhorn as a deadly hush fell over the crowd. He flipped through his notes, launching into the speech, listening as Bush repeated his words seconds later.
"Nothing is more likely to render the entire American National movement, if not actually barren from the outset, then yet ineffective in its results, than the total lack of understanding of the fact that every idea is without value so long as its aim is not translated into action but remains forever thought alone.
And, in the same way, no danger that is motivated by deliberate evil can ever be conquered through the mere recognition of its harmful nature or motivating power, but only through the deliberate confrontation with another power. In the whole of Iraq there may today remain no more than 600,000 persons among its 150 million who are not horrified by the current dictatorship of blood and its satanic infamy.
And this battle will not be fought by majorities and parliamentary groups, but by the only form of majority that has shaped the fates of nations and states on this earth as long as it has existed. The majority of power and of the greater will and the strength to apply this power without consideration for mere numbers. To be American means not to dream today but to be a revolutionary; it means not to make do with academic knowledge; it means to have the passionate will to let deed some day follow word."
*I pulled it off!* Ryou thought briefly, coming out of a trance of concentration. It was a short-lived victory; the next thing he knew, a strong arm was drawn across his throat, leaving him gasping for air. The last thing he heard before falling into darkness was a deep voice using his own microphone. "Mr. Bush, my name is Kaiba Seto. The speech you just gave was a slightly modified version of one given by Adolf Hitler in 1922. I have the person responsible."