| A Duelist In The Night
||[Feb. 19th, 2004|05:06 pm]
A Yu-gi-oh fanfic, in answer to this challenge in anichallenge.|
Features Seto and Mokuba, and absolutely no sex. But there is some half-naked Kaiba, sortof.
In the darkest hours of the moonless night, two figures slipped silently through the deserted city streets. Never visible for more than a split-second before disappearing into the blackness, they moved with a swift determination toward the exhibition hall.
They stopped outside the freight entrance to finalize the details. They were both clad fully in black, including black face masks that showed only their eyes.
"We are within sight of our goal, Qing-jao," said the first.
"I will slip in like a panther in the night, Yan-zi," the other replied.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, Qing-jao, but is it that panthers slip into buildings in the night?"
Through the mask, Qing-jao glared at her companion.
"I have never seen a panther slip in to a place like this in the night, Qing-jao," Yan-zi continued.
"Of course not. If the panther wanted to be seen, it would not slip in during the night, Yan-zi. Do not trouble me with your observations of nature."
Yan-zi rolled her eyes. "Shut up about panthers and get inside already."
Five minutes after arriving, the two emerged from the same entrance. Qing-jao held an enormous diamond in her hand.
"Yan-zi! It's beauty has not been exaggerated!"
"Do not become attached to beautiful gems, Qing-jao," Yan-zi scolded. "It does not belong to you."
Qing-jao pouted, but nodded in agreement. They turned to escape in the same manner as they had arrived.
To their surprise, a dark figure was standing in front of them. He had on a black rubber suit that left nothing to the imagination, a long cape that trailed behind him in the wind, and a mask that covered only his eyes and the back of his head.
"I believe that belongs to the city, ladies," he spoke with a calm self-assurance.
Yan-zi's eyes narrowed and she crouched in her pre-fighting stance.
"Try and take it back, man-thing!" she challenged.
The man in black rubber spun a weighty disk toward her, which she caught deftly. She stood back up and put a hand on her hip.
"That was pretty weak. I can't fight you," she complained, "Have you ever actually hit anyone with this thing?"
He smiled at her. "It's not to hit you with," he explained as he attached a similar item to his own wrist. "It's for a duel!"
He placed his cards into the disk.
"Ohhh! Yan-zi, let me play! I love Duel Monsters!" Qing-jao pleaded.
Yan-zi rolled her eyes and tossed the disk to Qing-jao.
* * *
Mokuba paced back and forth in the large concrete chamber, grumbling to himself. At last, he heard his brother's car pulling into the underground garage. He ran toward the sound.
As soon as the car door swung up and open, Mokuba barraged his older brother with accusations.
"Dammit, Seto, you did the card thing again!"
Seto Kaiba scowled at his younger brother from behind the mask.
"Duel monsters is more than just a game, Mokuba," he replied as he began to change out of his crime-fighting suit.
"That's not the point! If you're trying to fight crime in the city, card duels aren't going to cut it! Suppose those ninjas had a gun!"
Seto gave his little brother a look. Mokuba backtracked.
"OK, fine, that wasn't a very good example. But someday, someone will have a gun, and you'll beat them in Duel Monsters, and then they'll shoot you in the chest!"
Seto smiled and held up the top of his rubber suit, which had kept it's form. He knocked on the chest of it. "Bulletproof."
Mokuba sighed and followed his now half-naked brother to the kitchen. He poured himself and Seto each a glass of milk and sat down at the kitchen table.
"You're going to be late for school," Seto reminded as he sat down across from his brother.
"School sucks. And so does this plot."