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Post by Scribbler on Dec 28, 2012 16:44:09 GMT -5
“Anzu’s been gone a long time.” Yuugi looked around as if she might magically reappear at the sound of her name. “Should we go look for her?”
“She’s a big girl.” Otogi laid down a card. “She can take care of herself. It’s not like anyone is going to kidnap her off the lavatory in my house.”
“Lavatory?” Jounouchi giggled. “Get you; all posh and stuff like that.”
“Excuse me?”
“The rest of the world don’t use that word. They just say ‘toilet’.” One colourful fingernail tapped a very smooth chin. “Or can.”
“Throne,” Honda put in.
“John.”
“Potty.”
“Khazi.”
“Dunny.”
“Can we please stop?” Otogi interrupted. “I can’t believe you two are actually having a conversation about what to call the lavatory. You’re so … unladylike!”
Both Jounouchi and Honda blinked like addicts briefly surfacing to lucidity before the pull of the next hit dragged them back under.
“Cow,” Jounouchi said.
“There’s only one bovine here and it’s not me.”
“Okay then: bitch.”
Otogi sighed. “It always comes down to foul language with you, doesn’t it?”
Yuugi listened to them, absently adjusting one breast so it better fitted its cup, and wondered again where Anzu had got to.
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Post by cypsiman2 on Dec 29, 2012 1:12:11 GMT -5
"Okay guys, I'm back." Anzu said, stridently ignoring her friends' behavior. "I think we ought to do something to keep our minds off things until we can hear back from Seto."
"Huh?" Jounouchi looked genuinely confused for a moment. "Oh, right, that, yes."
"Did you have something in mind, Anzu?" Yuugi stepped forward, tipping forward a bit in a flirtatious fashion.
Anzu took a sharp breath. "What I was thinking was..."
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Post by Scribbler on Dec 30, 2012 23:56:34 GMT -5
Anzu took a sharp breath. "What I was thinking was ... was … uh …”
Yuugi watched her expectantly.
“Uh …” Anzu’s eyes flickered around, searching for inspiration. “A DVD!” she finally squawked.
“Watch a DVD?” Was it her, or did Yuugi sound the tiniest bit disappointed?
“Yes! We can all, uh, watch a DVD.” Desppite herself she waited for Jounouchi and Honda to begin their usual argument of Van Damme versus Seagal. Sometimes they even threw Battle Royale in there just to annoy her because they knew she hated uber-violence as a genre. Usually they compromised on something action oriented for them but with an actual plot for her to follow.
“What Women Want,” Jounouchi said immediately. “I vote for What Women Want with Mel Gibson.”
“Are you kidding?” Honda made a disgusted face. “Puh—lease. We gotta watch Confessions of a Shopaholic.”
“You’re both heathens,” Otogi sniffed. “Obviously we should watch a classic like Pretty Woman or Ghost.”
Anzu looked between them and then asked hesitantly. “What do you suggest, Yuugi”
Yuugi was thoughtful before saying, “Dirty Dancing?”
“Ooh, GOOD choice!” Otogi exclaimed.
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Post by cypsiman2 on Dec 31, 2012 3:32:06 GMT -5
[Would you believe that I've never seen Dirty Dancing?]
"Just like always, count on Yuugi to pick the right choice." Honda said, aleady picking his seat. "A young Patrick Swayze, can't go wrong with that."
"Personally I think Jerry Orbach's a bigger draw." Jounouchi took the seat next to him.
"Oh ho, someone's got a thing for older men!" Otogi tittered as he searched through the DVD collection. Anzu watched and noticed that there were movies aimed at men and movies aimed at women in Otogi's collection; she figured that Otogi must have always had more open tastes than most. "Well, strap yourselves in everyone, we are going back to that ancient and distant time period known as the 1980's."
As Otogi set up the DVD player, Anzu's attention was drawn by the sound of Yuugi patting on the cushion right next to him. "Come on Anzu, you should make yourself comfortable." He then batted his eyes, and Anzu felt her insides tingle.
"O, Okay." Anzu sat down, careful to keep not too close and not too far from Yuugi.
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Post by Scribbler on Jan 3, 2013 21:06:11 GMT -5
Yuugi pouted in a very un-Yuugi-like way. “You could sit a little closer.”
Anzu gulped and shook her head. “I’m fine.”
Yuugi shuffled along to squeeze right up next to her. Anzu squeaked and tried not to react. How was it that this was even weirder than all her male friends becoming girls? Something odd thrummed in her lower belly and her mouth went dry. She leaped to her feet.
“Popcorn!”
Everyone looked at her.
“You can’t watch a DVD without popcorn!” At a speed that would have given a jet fighter a run for its money, she dashed for the kitchen.
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Post by cypsiman2 on Jan 3, 2013 22:38:22 GMT -5
"I'm getting kind of worried guys, like maybe I'm weirding Anzu out." Yuugi said while looking down. "Maybe she doesn't like me that way after all."
"Nah, she's just nervous." Otogi said as he examined his nails. "Maybe you give her a touch more room, but she's definitely into you."
"Not that this is surprising." Honda said. "You have known each other since forever."
"And puberty was plenty kind to both of you." Jounouchi then poked Yuugi right in his breast, making him squeak.
"Jounouchi!" Yuugi said, face burning red.
....
"Seto Kaiba," Anzu said into the phone, pacing in place as her insides refused to settle down, "please tell me that Isis has this all figured out and we'll be going back to normal, please!"
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Post by Scribbler on Jan 14, 2013 20:51:03 GMT -5
“Mazaki?” Kaiba’s voice was lugubrious, husky and female. She wanted to burst into tears. “Why on earth are you calling ME?”
“Tell me this is all going to be over soon!”
“Have you been affected now?”
“I’m still a girl, but yeah, I’m being ‘affected’ as you put it. What news do you have on Isis’s progress.”
“She’s flying in from Cairo as we speak.”
“How long will that take?”
“Around ten hours in good weather.”
“Tell me it’s good weather.”
Seto grunted. “Get a hold of yourself, Mazaki.”
“It’s not getting a hold of me that’s the problem,” she whimpered.
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Post by cypsiman2 on Jan 14, 2013 22:11:03 GMT -5
"You are being even more incoherent than usual Mazaki."
"Stuff it Kaiba." Anzu said, then winced. "No, wait, I just...arrgh."
"Breathe. Breathe deep, then start from the beginning."
"Okay." Anzu breathed in and out, felt her chest rise and fall. Her insides settled down somewhat, though not entirely. "Look, Yuugi's been making a lot of passes at me, and it is just really..." Anzu dared not finish that thought, the fact that she was having to vent about this to Seto Kaiba of all people was mortifying enough as it was.
"I see. And...have any of the others made similar such moves?"
"Huh? No, they haven't." Anzu puzzled on that for a moment. "They've been solidly gushing about the guys from movies and stuff."
"Interesting; it would appear that for them their heterosexuality was preserved in accordance with the change in their gender, while Yuugi's feelings for you were strong enough that his sexuality changed accordingly."
"And...what about you?"
"I remain asexual, which I'm certain must be a terrible disappointment for many given the body this curse saw fit to give me." Anzu found that a small part of her was not surprised by Kaiba's attitude. "In any event, my suggestion would be to put everyone down for a nap so that you will be well and invigorated for Isis's arrival."
"I've heard crazier plans." Anzu paused. "Thanks Kaiba."
"Goodbye Mazaki." Seto hung up. Anzu put the phone back down, only for it to immediately start ringing again. Instinctively Anzu picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hey Anzu."
It took Anzu a moment to place the voice. "Mokuba?"
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Post by Scribbler on Jan 18, 2013 16:05:07 GMT -5
Anzu’s trouble radar started to blare. “What’s wrong?”
“Why do you think something’s wrong?”
“Mokuba,” she said warningly.
“I’m at home. Dinosaur Ryuzaki is here too.”
“That’s … weird but not as werid as everything else that’s happened today. Go on.”
“I’m inside a closet. It was the safest place I could think of, since they’ve blocked the exits.”
Anzu blinked at the phone in her hand. “Mokuba, what are you talking about?”
“I tried calling my brother but his phone was engaged.”
“That was probably because he was talking to me.”
“Yes, well, the next person I could think to phone was you. Anzu, there’s someone in the house.”
“Don’t you have a lot of servants?” Of course there would be others there.
“No, I don’t mean that. I mean there are a bunch of women in cat-suits who broke in and are looking for me and Ryuzaki. Anzu, I don’t think they’re here to play Duel Monsters. One of them tried to chloroform me.”
Anzu’s blood ran cold. “Oh my god. Mokuba, you have to get out of there!”
“I can’t! Ryuzaki’s unconscious and I don’t know what to –” The sound of a door opening and muffled voices cut him off.
“Mokuba? Mokuba!” Anzu shouted frantically into the phone. The line went dead. She cursed and keyed in the memory function to call back Seto. “Kaiba?”
“What is it now, Mazaki?”
“I think someone just kidnapped your brother. Again. ”
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Post by cypsiman2 on Jan 19, 2013 0:38:56 GMT -5
"It would appear that someone decided I wasn't angry enough yet." Seto said as he slammed his fist on his desk. "Inform the rest of your party that they are to get to my mansion immediately."
"Seto?"
"If nothing else, even in their condition, they are still warm bodies that can be put to work and I know for a fact that Yuugi also thinks of himself as a big sister to Mokuba."
"...Brother."
"Excuse me?"
"You meant brother, right?"
Seto paused. "Yes, of course. Just get everyone there right away, I don't care if you have to drag them all by the ears to do so Mazaki." Seto slammed down the phone and stormed out the office, unconcerned with whatever his employees wanted with 'Chiyoko'.
....
"Guys, we need to get a move on, now. Mokuba's in trouble." Anzu had no measure for the relief she felt at the serious expression on everyone's faces, assuring her that there was still something of her friends left in them.
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Post by Scribbler on Jan 20, 2013 19:30:52 GMT -5
Briefly she explained the situation. As she did so, their expressions darkened until Jounouchi jumped to his feet.
“Those meanies!” he declared, punching one perfectly manicured fist into one perfectly moisturised palm.
Anzu’s level of comfort plummeted. ‘Meanies’? This from Jounouchi, a guy who had once been suspended from school after being hit in the balls by a football for using so much bad language that he turned even the rough-and-tough PE coach crimson with embarrassment. Jounouchi was meant to be the strongest, harshest among them. Looking at him now, Anzu wondered what he could possibly do against a potential kidnapper trying to spirit Mokuba away.
“We can take my cars,” Otogi said quickly. “My driver will take one limo and I’ll drive my Cadillac.” His powder blue Cadillac was his pride and joy; a machine he had lovingly nurtured and coaxed back to life after buying it as a heap of scrap from a dealer in America and importing it to Japan. That he would use it now showed how serious he was. “Yuugi, Anzu, you go in the limo. The mutt, Pointy Head and I will go in my car.”
“Uh–” Anzu started, but she was too late; he was already headed towards the genkan for his shoes. “Wait, don’t you think we should formulate some kind of plan first?”
“The plan is to meet Seto there and do what he says,” Jounouchi said with a hint of a simper in his voice. It was so alien it actually made Anzu shudder. Jounouchi simpering was weird; Jounouchi simpering about Seto Kaiba was just plain terrifying.
“Anzu, c’mon, let’s go.” Yuugi grabbed her elbow and pulled her. Unlike before there was nothing suggestive about it; he simply wanted to guide her in the right direction so they could get going. “Mokuba needs our help.”
His words snapped her back into proper focus. “Right,” she said, taking the lead. “Let’s go.”
….
Yuugi buckled in on one side of the back seat while Anzu studiously buckled in on the other, leaving a good two feet of space between them. Yuugi looked vaguely disappointed but said nothing. Instead, he was silent until they reached the third intersection between Otogi’s pad and the Kaiba mansion.
“Mokuba said it was WOMEN in cat suits, right?”
“Yes,” Anzu replied. She had been thinking about that too.
“Do you think it could be the Cult of Hathor’s Vengeance?”
“Give how often Mokuba gets kidnapped, I couldn’t swear to it, but it seems likely, don’t you think”
“Hmm.” Yuugi looked pensive in a way he hadn’t in hours. His heavily made up face crinkled into frown lines. “I wish the Pharaoh was here. He always knew what to do.”
Anzu regarded him intently. “Do you really mean that?”
“Yuugi looked at her, surprise clear on his face. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
“You’ve been acting really weird lately.”
“I have?”
“Yeah; almost like you couldn’t care less about the Pharaoh and whether or not we get him back.”
“Really?” More surprise and a smidge of horror etched Yuugi’s features. “I mean … really?”
“Really,” Anzu nodded.
“Oh.” Yuugi studied his hands. “Really-really?”
“Really-really,” Anzu confirmed.
“Oh,” Yuugi said again. Abruptly he turned to face her and reached to put his hand over hers, which was resting on the seat between them. “Anzu, I’m sor–”
He never got to finish. At that moment there was a bang and the whole world tipped sideways. Anzu thought maybe she screamed, but everything whirled and crashed back together again so fast she couldn’t be sure. Scenery outside their window turned upside down, and then they were skidding, the roof shrieking as it sent up sparks along the asphalt. She was aware of grabbing for Yuugi’s hand, or maybe he was grabbing for hers, but then the car came to a halt with a tremendous rending of metal as part of a post-box thrust its way through the front windshield.
As the echoes died away, leaving only the sound of broken glass dropping from its frame, Anzu opened her eyes again. She was upside down, her safety belt digging into her shoulder and belly where it was holding her in place. Across from her Yuugi’s arms hung above his head, his face slack. For a second she thought he might be dead, but his chest rose and fell. There was a tremendous cut on his forehead that leaked blood into the hair drifting over his head in the breeze coming through the absent windshield.
“Y-Yuugi …” she managed to say, tasting her own blood in her mouth. What had happened? They had crashed, that much was obvious, but how or why? Was the driver okay? Was she supposed to get them all out if she was the only one still conscious?
A shadow moved outside the car. Someone had obviously seen the crash and come to check it out.
“Help!” Anzu called dazedly. “We’re in here! Help!”
Voices chattered in a language she didn’t know. A face appeared at Yuugi’s window, hands pressed flat against the ground. The face was masked in black save for a rectangular slit through which the eyes could be seen. Their gaze swept over the car’s interior, resting briefly on Anzu and Yuugi before the face disappeared again. More chattering followed, which made Anzu feel uneasy. Wouldn’t rescuers be hurrying to get them free, or at least calling the fire department?
The door on her side opened, since it wasn’t crushed like Yuugi’s. Hands reached in to grab at her. She tried to fight them off, but heavy-smelling cloth covered her nose and mouth. As she faded from consciousness, she heard a voice speaking in accented English very close to her ear.
“Do not struggle, girl. We want only the vessel, but we will hurt you if we must to get her.”
Yuu … gi ... Anzu thought before the whole world went black.
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Post by cypsiman2 on Jan 20, 2013 21:56:00 GMT -5
When Seto arrived back at his mansion, it seemed as though he was too late; Mokuba and Ryuzaki were nowhere to be found and every member of the staff was unconscious. Well, almost every member of the staff; at the far end of the mansion he came upon one of the maids holding a young woman in a catsuit in a headlock. "Well done." Seto said. "What is your name?"
"Chie, Ms. Chiyoko." The maid had sweat pouring down her brow. "Do you know if Mr. Seto is all right?"
"Yes, he is safe and secure." Seto said without missing a beat. "Have you gotten anything out of her?"
"No, she doesn't appear to speak Japanese, or if she does I haven't gotten her to do so."
"I think she will understand this much." Seto hunched down on his knees and looked the woman in the eye-slits of her mask. "If anything happens to Mokuba, you will beg for death's release."
As the eyes behind those slits widened in fear, Seto's cell phone rang. "What?!"
"Given that I hold your most valuable card at the moment, I don't think you should take that tone with me, 'Chiyoko'."
....
"Hurry, they're going to make a break for it!" Jounouchi screamed in Otogi's ear as they pulled a screeching U-Turn.
"Don't make me stuff you back in the dog-suit, bitch!" Otogi shouted as he slammed his heeled foot back down on the gas.
"Focus ladies, real enemy dead ahead, twelve'o'clock!" Honda yelled.
The explosion that had flipped over Yuugi and Anzu's limo had thrown Otogi's cadillac off course and left everyone dazed and confused; fortunately they recovered had quickly, and were now only seconds away from rejoining their friends. Their assailants, for the mysterious cat-suited and masked women had to be them, had been struggling at the door on Anzu's side, and only just then had finally retrieved Yuugi.
"GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF YUUGI!" Jounouchi shouted as Otogi brought the cadillac to a screeching hault, allowing him to open his door and barrel out right into the unknown group. "Come on everyone, these jerks need a good smacking around!"
It was a very strange sight, and even in their state both Honda and Otogi couldn't help feeling a disconnect between Jounouchi's language and his actions. Then they caught sight of the unconscious Yuugi and were spurred into action.
The altercation lasted a goodly while, the mystery assailants far more prepared than Jounouchi, Honda, and Otogi, but as had been observed many times over in their lives, fighting to protect one's friends provided one with a strength all its own.
"Crisis averted." Otogi said. Then he looked down at himself. "Mostly." His dress and shoes, and even makeup, were all completely and utterly ruined.
"Come on, let's get going." Honda said as he retrieved Anzu's unconscious body and hefted her up onto his back. "Don't want to stick around for reinforcements, do we?"
"No, you don't." A new group had appeared, smaller but somehow more elite looking. "And we don't have time to waste before the authorities arrive, so hand the vessel over, immediately." Said what appeared to be the leader of the group.
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Post by Scribbler on Jan 25, 2013 11:40:09 GMT -5
“Fat chance!” Jounouchi spat at them, cradling Yuugi’s unconscious form in his arms. He knelt on the ground, caught in the act of checking his best friend for serious injuries.
“That was not a request,” the leader said in clipped, accented Japanese. All the group were wearing dark green catsuits that suggested their hair was cropped short to fit under the headgear. Only a post-box slit revealed their eyes and dusky skin around them. The leader’s eyes burned bright green, an unusual colour compared with the various shades of brown and hazel around her. “Give us the vessel or we will hurt you. We do not wish bloodshed, but we are not above using it to achieve our goals.”
“Yeah, we go that memo.” Otogi stared at the overturned car. “The answer’s still no. also, catsuits? Seriously? That is so unbelievably cliché, not to mention slutty looking. Those things leave NOTHING to the imagination.” He cupped a hand around his mouth. “Third nitwit from the left, you have prodigious camel toe, sweetie.”
The leader sighed and beckoned over her shoulder. The crowd parted to reveal the chauffer who had been driving Yuugi and Anzu’s vehicle. He was conscious, bleeding from a cut on his temple and looking very dazed. His left arm hung at a strange angle that suggested it was dislocated. Otogi harrumphed, hiding an unladylike curse in the noise. How on earth had they managed to get the man out of the car and into their clutches before any of them noticed? Well, at least he was alive – for now. Otogi actually snarled when the leader yanked on the chauffer’s arm, making him scream in agony.
“Give us the vessel,” she said simply.
“No!” Jounouchi shouted.
She pulled the man’s arm all the way behind his back. He turned ashen and swayed onto his knees. “Next time I will not just hurt him,” she said, pulling a small knife from somewhere and holding it to his throat. A trickle of fresh blood marked a line down his neck from where the tip pressed into his skin.
“Shit,” Honda profaned. “What do we do now?” They couldn’t give up Yuugi to these maniacs, but if they didn’t the chauffer, an innocent man who had just had the misfortune to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, would die.
A bullet ricocheted off the ground in front of them. Everyone jumped back, including the catsuited women. The leader took the knife off the chauffer’s neck, but only briefly, so she wouldn’t accidentally cut him before it suited her to do so.
“Who’s there?” she demanded.
“I think you’d better let go of that man and leave,” said a deep voice from above them.
Everyone looked up, but the shadows of the buildings around them masked everything except the brief flashes of faces at windows, as people peered out to see what had caused the tremendous crash and subsequent fight noises. Probably more than one of them had called the police already.
“Who are you?” the leader commanded. “Show yourself!”
Another bullet ricocheted off the ground, though this time it came from behind the group of elites. Several turned around, drawing various bladed weapons, but there was nothing and nobody apparently there.
“We have you surrounded,” the deep voice informed her. “Leave Yuugi Mutou and his friends alone and you will not be harmed. The authorities are already on their way.”
“Ameera, we should leave!” hissed a woman behind her. “Listen.” The sounds of sirens were indeed on the air, rushing to the scene from several directions. “The Mistress will be angered if we are caught. We can retrieve the vessel another time.”
The leader cursed in Arabic and looked around her. “What insurance have we that you will not shoot us the moment we release this man?”
“None except my word.”
“And what is your word worth?”
“More than the word of anyone else you’ve ever known.”
“How can I know you will not harm my people from the shadows like the coward you appear to be?”
On a nearby fire escape heavy boots clomped out of the darkness. A tall, heavily-built woman with angular short blonde hair hove into view. A long dark coat swished around her ankles. She stared down at the leader impassively. “You have a target if you so wish it. I will be my people’s collateral. If they make a move against you, you can avenge yourself against me.” She held out her hands, showing they were empty. “Let the man go and get out of here.”
The leader hissed another curse, thrust the chauffer at Otogi and just like that, her group broke and ran, vanishing into the night like shadows melting into the darkness.
The woman on the fire escape descended slowly. As she walked towards them, her step purposeful, it struck them all that she seemed familiar and yet not. Something about her eyes in particular struck a chord, though it wasn’t until she was closer that they recognised her.
“Aw, fuck. You too?” Jounouchi muttered.
“I was seeking you people out to find out if you had anything to do with this,” the woman said unemotionally. “Apparently you do.”
“You’re using guns now?”
“No, I am.” A tall, slender woman in a tight tank top and even tighter slacks ambled out of the alley below the fire escape. She had a lean swimmer’s build her own long coat did nothing to hide when she walked. “You can’t help picking up a few things when you grow up in a warzone. And you’re welcome.”
“Is the other idiot with you?” Jounouchi looked around in disgust.
“Nope.” The thin woman shook her head. “You’ll probably be pleased to know. Mai’s not with us either.”
At that moment, Yuugi stirred in Jounouchi’s arms. He groaned and blinked awake, immediately going to hold his head. “Owwwww…”
“Try not to move too much, girlfriend,” Jounouchi murmured. “You were in a car wreck, but you’re fine and so is Anzu.” He looked at the chauffer, who had passed out and whom Otogi and Honda had lowered gently to the ground. “And your driver.”
Yuugi looked around blearily. Jounouchi guessed he was looking for Anzu, but his gaze arrested on the two newcomers. He stared, blinking even more rapidly as he struggled top process what he was seeing. “Raphael? Amelda?”
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Post by cypsiman2 on Jan 25, 2013 14:37:55 GMT -5
"Yes." Raphael said, the sound of his now feminine voice causing Yuugi's auditory nerves to shift without a clutch. "I would have preferred to meet again under different circumstances, but the hand of fate is twisted it would seem."
"No kidding." Honda said, his brain still processing what he was seeing and hearing; somehow the idea of Raphael and Amelda, and by association Valon, turning female was something that just wouldn't click and settle into place.
"Enough gawking already." Amelda said. "Unpleasant as it is, we need to meet up with Kaiba now, before the police get here."
"And why is that?" Everyone's heads turned at the arrival of a...an abundantly built woman, who'd somehow managed to drive up in a limo without them realizing.
Jounouchi blinked. He blinked again. A very familiar scowl formed on his face. "You!" He said, pointing directly at Seto's chest.
"You would be jealous, wouldn't you?" Though female, the smirk was that of Seto Kaiba.
"How, how did you get here so soon?" Yuugi said, nearly fully back into consciousness.
"You're all of three blocks away from my mansion. Word spread fast." Then there was the sound of sirens, and not long after, a pair of police cars. "I will take care of this, you collect yourselves so that we can leave for the mansion as soon as possible and begin work on rescuing Mokuba."
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Post by Scribbler on Jan 28, 2013 20:23:03 GMT -5
“You really think they’re gonna just let us leave?” Jounouchi said sceptically.
“Yeah, uh, Kaiba.” Honda clearly had trouble reconciling the name with the new face and even newer body. “You’re powerful, but not even you’re above the law.”
“Maybe I can’t smuggle you cretins out of here unnoticed, given you woke half the neighbourhood and all the witnesses in it with your brawling.”
“We’re fine, by the way,” Jounouchi sniped. “Thanks for asking.”
Seto ignored him. “But I can at least lend influence of the Kaiba name to expediency.”
“Huh?”
“He means he can’t stop the police from taking us to the station for questioning, given, well, the obvious.” Otogi gestured to the limo wreck, still upside down up where it had come to a halt. They had all skirted away from it and its flammable gas tank, but it was hard to miss. “But he’s going to use his clout to speed things along for us.”
“If he can,” Honda interjected. “This isn’t a simple mugging, you guys. Someone tried to kill Yuugi and Anzu.”
“No, someone tried to kidnap Yuugi and didn’t care if Anzu or the driver got killed along the way,” Jounouchi said grimly. He looked up suddenly. “Hey, where did Raphael and Amelda go?”
As if they had never been there, the street was empty of their presence. Nobody had seen them leave; not even Seto, who didn’t miss much and was irked that he had this time.
“Well that’s intensely irritating,” Otogi fumed, just as a police car screeched to a halt in front of them.
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