Saturday, March 12, 2005

  well, just sitting here, doing nothing. next week i'm going to the drama festival, so no posting next sat (oh, i'm breaking so many hearts). two chaps of hpmi this week at my site-pink hair joke hahaha! okay, i'll stop talking and give you what you came for-the thrilling conclusion of BomB!!

Chapter Seven
“Yura, reschedule my 2 o’clock for 3.”
“Yes Mr. Kaiba,” Yura confirmed, following him.
They were back in the KaibaCorp building, heading for the elevator. Seto led, followed by Yura, then Mokuba. The three of them got into the elevator.
“And tell Gates that the dinner is still on,” he said as he pushed two separate buttons.
“I’m on it,” she nodded again.
He looked over his younger brother. “And make him dress into something more acceptable, I won’t have him dressed like this tonight.” The elevator doors opened on the third floor, and he got off. “I’m counting on you Yura,” it wasn’t really trust, it was an order.
“As always sir, I’m on it,” she assured.
The doors closed again, and the two of them rode the elevator to the top floor. She started to lead him down the hall. She kept her eyes forward. He looked around in wonder; how far humans had come in the short span he’d been gone, how far indeed. He stopped within one doorframe, and starred at the elegant furnishings.
Yura noticed that he was no longer following her, and retraced her steps. She found him in the bedroom, opening the closet.
“What’re you doing?” she sighed.
“This must be the most lavish chamber in this palace,” he thought out loud in wonder. “Most fitting for a first born.”
“Yeah…Well, that’s why its Seto’s.”
He looked to her again, actually looking through as if she weren’t even there.
“That is right, I forgot,” he flashed a smile that held no warmth in it, and closed the doors.
Yura shuddered slightly, then continued to lead him down the hall. They reached his room, and she allowed him in. He frowned at it; it was much smaller and plainer than that of the elder’s. He looked back to her.
“This is my chamber?”
“Yeah…uh…Seto wants you dressed in your suite for dinner. Dinner will be served at 7 PM. Do you need me to dress you too?”
He thought about it for a moment, but decided against it.
“No, I can do that myself, thank you.”
“Well, you know where to find me if you need me,” she left, and was happy to do so.
Now he turned back to the room before him; the place was a mess.
“Do not these humans have servants to cater to them?” he thought aloud, going to the closet. “And these robes are ill adequate, fore it is clear that this is a family of wealth,” he scowled, closing the closet now and going to the window. “Things must change here. Good thing I have returned then; seems this “Seto Kaiba” is as much a fool as my dear Set was. It is time for a change, I say. And I’m the one to do it.”
Chapter Eight
“Sir, I have to autopsy report on the fourth victim.”
“Well, what is it lieutenant?”
Joey was never really the “paper pushing, sit at the desk type”, but these latest murders had him for a loop. Three weeks since the Urishima murder, four more just like it happened. Each victim was drained of all their blood, leaving a tight crisp of flesh over bones. It was disgusting, sure, but it was also fascinating. What could possibly suck a person dry?
“Same as the last ones,” the younger man sighed, lowering his brown eyes. “Coroner says that all hemoglobin was drained from their systems, and all moister from the tissues.”
“What do you believe could be doing this sort of thing, lieutenant?”
The only thing that came to mind was a vampire, but were vampires real?
The closest thing he’d ever gotten to a vampire was Y. Bakura, but that didn’t count. Now he was starting to wish that’d he’d continued his magical education, or at least kept the textbooks. The only people he could consult about this matter were Yugi, Bakura, and Marik, but Yugi was in England, Bakura was who knows where, and Marik was probably in jail by now.
“A very sick man, sir,” he answered monotone.
“Are you sure it is a man, lieutenant?”
“Sir?”
Joey smiled slightly, but there was no mirth there. “Never mind me, lieutenant. I’ve lost too much sleep over this thing. Just go about your business.”
He nodded again. “Yes sir,” and he left.
Joey turned to his picture window behind his desk.
Sure, he had Syrie so he could keep in touch with Yugi, but the small falcon wasn’t the best thing to carry letters, besides, he needed answers now, and it’d take the bird three days at the least.
Nope, he was on his own with this case. No one would believe him if he said that he thought that there was a vampire lose in Domino, not that someone didn’t beat him to it; some trashy tabloid had it plastered across the front page for the second time, so far.
Speaking of, he reached for the morning’s paper, and there in big bold lettering was “The Domino Vampire-Cops Cover Up the Monster’s Feedings-Could It Be A Politician?”
“Hey! Who’s been leaking info to the press again!” he yelled down the cubicles, as he thumbed the article. “James!? Peterson!?”
“What now Wheeler?” came a voice from the doorframe.
Joey looked up to find Adam Peterson there. Peterson was dark haired, and about his age; the two had actually gone to high school together after Joey left Hogwarts. Peterson was like himself in many ways; both were from “the wrong side” of the tracks, both with street cred, and both dedicated to their work. Both of them had been at the police academy together, and graduated together. They’d both been up for this promotion to detective status at the same time too; long story short, Peterson was caught in a drug deal, and Joey had gotten the promotion; Peterson never forgave him for that.
“You been leaking info to the press again?” Joey scowled, throwing the paper at his fellow cop.
“Now, why would I do that?” he laughed a bit sarcastically. “I just mentioned to Jane West what some of us guys thought of your theories on the murders, that’s all.”
Joey clenched his fists; if he still had Josh, Peterson would so be in the Shadow Realm right now.
“I think the job’s getting on your nerves, boss man,” Peterson pushed away from the doorframe. “Maybe you should take some time off, and go play with your cards.”
“Yeah, well, you wanna know what I’d like to do with those cards right now?” he spat back.
“Really, Wheeler, still the tough street punk, hu?”
“At least I’m not dealing marijuana with teenagers.”
“There was never any proof to those accusations!” Peterson’s brown eyes narrowed.
“Well, when you’re dealing with a man on the inside, there never is, is there?”
“Just admit it, Wheeler, if I hadn’t been under suspicion, I’d’ve gotten your job.”
“Why you don’t admit it that you’re a lousy bad cop, who likes the company of little boys,” Joey sneered in returned.
“Why you…” Peterson had his hand hovering over the hilt of his 38 police special.
Before he could even lay one finger on it, Joey had his gun out, and aimed.
“I always was quicker on the draw, Adam,” he smiled his mirthless smile again, gesturing with the barrel of his gun. “Don’t even think about it. Not in a police station.”
Peterson pulled his hands away defensively, but scowled at the blonde. Just then, the lieutenant returned. He stopped in front of the door, looking from Detective Wheeler, to Peterson, then to the gun pointed at the later.
“Well, I believe that concludes our meeting, Peterson,” Joey gave another smile, trying to force mirth into it, but his eyes reflected steeliness. “Got anything from the witnesses?” he now turned to the lieutenant, as he replaced the gun into its holster.
Peterson turned to leave, closing the door behind him, but instead stopped outside, with the door ajar so he could hear what was said inside.
“Body number two. Name Jason Allen. Age 17.”
“Yeah, I know that. What’d you find out about him-any enemies?”
“He was a pickpocket, sir. Dropped out of school two years ago.”
“Well, what did you find?” Joey asked impatiently.
“The testimonies of three homeless people taking up residence near the site of the body all said that on the night of the murder, they saw a boy running from the scene. It was dark, but they described him as 6’9”, short black hair, white/Caucasian. He was wearing a sweatshirt, and jeans.”
“You know how many kids fit that description,” Joey sighed, sinking into his chair.
“Yes, but how many of them have the KaibaCorp logo on the back of their sweat shirt?”
“What are you talking about, lieutenant?” Joey turned a curious eye to him now.
“One of the men claimed that on the back of the boy’s sweat shirt was the KaibaCorp logo.”
“Well, I can only think of one person who’d fit that description then,” Joey said, but he wasn’t happy about it. “And it seems that he was also in the area when it happened.”
“You don’t think that the younger Kaiba is responsible…”
‘This conversation never happened, lieutenant,” Joey snapped quickly.
“But sir…”
Joey glared at him, narrowing his brown eyes. The man simply nodded as he gulped, then left the room; he went into an empty hallway, for Peterson had left long ago; he already had what he wanted.
Now though, Joey turned away from the door, thinking; the night they’d picked Mokuba up, he thought he’d felt something wrong about the boy, but it’d been five years since he’d felt anything like that; it was the power of the shadows of a Yami. Joey reached for the phone on his desk; he had to find out if Mokuba was being possessed or not.
“Hello, operator. I’d like you to connect me to the KaibaCorp building, top floor, apartment number four. Yes, I’ll hold.”
Chapter Nine
The call button beeped for the fourth time.
“Mr. Kaiba, Detective Wheeler is on line four, sir.”
“What does that blithering idiot want now?” he scoffed picking up the phone. “Yes, what is it Wheeler?”
“You’ve got to come down to the station right now, Kaiba.”
“Really, am I under arrest, Detective?” he said sarcastically, switching the phone to speaker mode.
“If you don’t get your CEO ass down here, you might be,” Joey snapped.
Seto scowled, but removed his glasses. “Fine. Give me a half hour to get my lawyer on the phone.”
“No. You need to get here ASAP.”
“Look, I’m not doing anything with out my lawyer by my side.”
“Kaiba, forget the stupid lawyer. Look, you’re not under arrest.”
“Then why do I have to be down there, now. You do realize that some people have real…”
“If you say “real jobs” Kaiba, so help me the next time I see you, I’ll shove the head of my gun where no one will ever find it. I’m a cop man, that is a real job!”
“Oh yes, you civil servant. But unlike you, my work schedule does not revolve around when people die.”
“Look, either you get down here now, or I’m going to have to book your brother on the suspicion of murder.”
Seto stopped his typing now, and he glared at the speaker. “I thought that he was cleared of the Urishima murder because of a lack of evidence.”
“We have a testimony from a witness of a murder that occurred the night we picked him up, that they saw a boy, matching his description leaving the scene.”
“Well, if you are charging him, then I will definitely need my lawyer then,” Seto spat.
“Look, I’m not charging him. You don’t know about these murders. Strange things are going down.”
“What kind of strange?”
“I can’t say over the phone. The guys around here already think I’m nuts, I don’t need this added to that list.”
“I repeat, Wheeler. What kind of strange, or I will just turn off the speaker phone, and leave you to your own devises.”
“Look, all I can say is that there’s a feel about this situation.”
“What kind of a feel?” he half scoffed, not paying attention now.
“A dark feeling,” Joey paused, then sighed. “The feel of the Millennium Magics.”
Seto stopped dead again. He knew that Joey wouldn’t joke around about that sort of thing; he and Yugi were always very serious when it came to their “Shadow Games” and such. Now, he wasn’t admitting that he believed in it, but when ever they said that something was going on like that, it usually turned out bad. He shut his laptop off, and stood.
“Fine Wheeler, I’ll be down in five. No lawyer. No brother. You and me. One on one.”
“It’s like you read my mind Kaiba,” Joey laughed slightly. “See you in five then.”
Joey’s line went dead, and Seto hit another button.
“Roland.”
“Yes Mr. Kaiba?”
“Have the car ready at the back entrance in two. I’ll meet you down there.”
“Right away Mr. Kaiba.”
Seto hit another button, changing to another line as he went across the room, grabbing his coat.
“Yura, hold all my calls until I get back.”
“Why, where are you going Seto?”
“Need to know, Yura. Just hold my calls,” and with that he headed out the door, towards the elevator.
“But sir, there’s an Officer Peterson in the lobby who wants to speak to you,” Yura waited for a response. “Sir? Mr. Kaiba, are you still there? Seto come back!”
Chapter Ten
Peterson waited in the lobby. He walked around a bit; he was fidgety by nature, anyway. He walked over to one of the pay phones along the east wall, and pocketed one of the note pads; his kid loved these sort of things. The employee behind the desk kept watching him; as if he was going to pull out his gun at any moment and gun him down.
“Look, am I going to get to talk to this Kaiba guy or not?” he growled, coming over to the desk.
“As I told you before, officer, Mr. Kaiba is a very busy man. His schedule if full for this afternoon. If there is an opening, his personal assistant, Ms. Kurai, will come and get you.”
“No, you see, I don’t got a lot of time,” he leaned against the counter. “Why not tell me where his room is, and I’ll go see him myself.”
“As I said before, officer,” he droned.
“Look understrapper, I have a possible mass murderer on the premises, and I have a lead that your boss guy is hiding him. Now, you going to let me in that elevator, or do I have to add another body to the list?” he rested his hand on the hilt of his gun.
Before the man behind the counter could answer, another voice came from behind them.
“That won’t be necessary, magistrate.”
Peterson turned around to find the black haired boy standing there. He stood straight up.
“Mokuba Kaiba,” he stated, not asked.
“You wish to speak to my brother,” another statement, not a question.
“Actually, it’s you I came to talk to.”
“Well, then by all means,” he turned, then looked over his shoulder to him. “Follow me.”
Peterson was quick to cover his gun with his coat, and followed the boy into the elevator. Mokuba pushed the top most button, and they started to rise. After three floors, and minutes of silence, the shorthaired boy spoke.
“What is it you wished to speak to me about?”
“The murder.”
“Which murder?” he asked simply. “The death of Anthony Urishima, Jason Allen, Tamika Benz, or Ryan Donald?”
“The first one,” Peterson began. “I understand that he was a friend of yours.”
“Yes, officer. I have told this story to your Detective.”
“Yes, but…” the little light bulb went on. “The papers haven’t gotten hold of the latest victim’s name yet. How did you know that?”
“He told me his name,” he did not look to the police officer. “Right before I killed him.”
Peterson choked as he looked at the boy. “Y-you seriously drained him of blood?”
“All four of them,” he said simply.
“But why? How?” he’d seen worse, sure, but for some reason he felt like he was going to be sick.
“One must feed to live, officer.”
“Y-you drank their blood?” now he knew he was going to be sick. He pulled out the gun, and held it at the boy’s head. “You sicko! You’re under-arrest for the murders of Anthony Urishima, Jason Allen, Tamika Benz, and Ryan Donald. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say, can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney…” his voice fell away as the boy looked to him.
“Now really, is this necessary?”
His eyes were a vicious red, and filled with nothing but malice and a primitive hunger. His smirk held no humor, nor any sarcastic remark. It was evil; the purest word possible to describe it, yet too simple to explain it’s horrific depths.
Peterson slipped mentally; his brain shut down, and the most primitive of motives fueled him; he had to get away from this hunter, fore he was the prey. He tried to back away, but all he met was the wall of the elevator.
“Now, why are you running away, officer? Didn’t I tell you what you came here for?”
“Get away from me you monster!” he tried to reach for the emergency stop button on the control panel, but it was just out of his reach.
“Now, now. I would not call myself a “monster”, officer,” he took a step closer, flashing a set of blood stained canines; his eyes flashed with the hunger.
“What are you?” he could barely cough that answer out.
“I am a living god,” he hissed, then struck at his throat.
Peterson tried to scream, but the boy’s expert nature severed the vocal cords first. He flailed, trying to get away, but he knew that his death was at hand. The gun went off, but the bullet did not even effect the feeding creature.
Peterson could feel the life fading, his skin stretching. His flailing slowed, and he started to submit. With the last of his energy, he hit the emergency stop button. The moving room stopped, but that did not effect them. He gave fully, and laid limp attached to the boy.
Yura was walking past the elevator, when it suddenly stopped. She paused, waiting for the doors to open. She screamed when she saw the bloody sight. That was what broke his frenzy; the boy looked up with glazed over eyes, to her.
“Oh my god! Mokuba, how could you!”
His eyes focused upon her, and he smiled a bloody smirk.
“Mokuba’s not here anymore, Yura.”
“Mo…ku…ba…” she was shaking her head; she couldn’t believe it. “No…no…”
He stood up; he was soaked in blood, from head to foot. His eyes flashed a bright red; he was sizing her up like a piece of meat; she could feel it.
“I would suggest you run now,” he let humor slip into his voice, but it was a twisted humor.
Her mind was filled with panic; adrenaline took over. Before she knew what was she was doing, she was running down the hall. Where could she hide? Where could she go?
“I love it when they run,” he hissed in twisted delight. “Fear flavors the blood.”
Chapter Eleven
“I’m here to speak with Detective Joseph Wheeler,” Seto went straight to the front desk with his demands. “Where is his office?”
“Who you looking for?” the female cop asked.
“Detective Joey Wheeler,” he restated. “He’s expecting me.”
“Oh, “Officer Hellsing”,” she laughed. “I’m gonna need some I.D.”
“Look, I don’t have time for this,” he hissed, hands on the counter; coat draped over one arm. “I am a very busy man. I didn’t take time out of my schedule to come down here, and swap insurance cards wit you, because Wheeler decided to call me up, talking nonsense as always.”
“Sir,” she met his eyes. “I’m gonna need to see your I.D. if you wanna get past this point.”
“Forget it, this is ridiculous,” he growled. “I’m leaving now. Tell Wheeler never to bother me again, or I’ll sue.”
“Now, you really wanna do that?”
He turned around to find the blonde peeking out from behind a door.
“What took you so long, Kaiba?”
“Well, if your coworkers weren’t incompetent,” he glared at the woman.
“Ignore Josey,” he waved off.
“Excuse me?” she scoffed.
“Just do your job, Josey, and let me do mine,” Joey growled, opening the door. “C’mon Kaiba.”
Seto followed the blonde through the precinct; a few other officers looked up from their cubicles as they passed, but none said anything. After a few moments, Seto spoke.
“What did that woman mean when she called you “Officer Hellsing”?”
“Not here,” Joey said simply.
They reached a closed off office, and Joey gestured that they go in. As the blonde closed the door, he looked around the room; the desk was littered with papers and a stack of books that looked as if they would tumble at any moment. He quickly scanned the titles, and glanced at the notes on the papers.
“Well, I can see why they called you that, now,” he looked over his shoulder with a satisfied smirk. “You a vampire hunter now?”
“Very funny,” Joey spat, going to his desk. “You don’t know the half of it. Remember when I told you that the Urishima boy’s body was devoid of all blood?”
Seto nodded.
“Well, in the past three weeks, three more bodies have turned up just like him,” he pulled out a file and handed it to the brown haired man. “First was Anthony Urishima, age 18, found in the Domino Museum. Second, Jason Allen, age 17, found in the alleyway off of 22nd street. Third, Tamika Benz, age 23, found behind the local Burger Fool. And the latest, Ryan Donald, age 25, found in the train station’s men’s room. All were drained of their blood, and liquid in any of their systems. Wounds upon the neck and wrist areas seem to be the point of exit of the blood.”
“So…you think a vampire is killing these people?” he looked up, laughing at the ridiculous notion that it presented.
“Not just a vampire, but the vampire,” Joey stressed, looking through the papers on his desk now.
“Oh, excuse me. The vampire,” he scoffed, closing the folder. “So Dracula is terrorizing Domino, then?”
“Ha, ha, very funny,” Joey glared at him. “No, remember when I said that an artifact was also stolen from the museum?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Ah-ha!” he pulled out a picture. “The Crook of Osiris,” he handed it to Seto. “That was missing from the crate, and has yet to be found.”
“You’re point?”
“You really are that dense, hu?”
Seto scowled at the blonde. “Please, if I’m so dense, explain it to me, oh wise one.”
“The historians have that piece dated as far back as the Millennium Items.”
“So, you’re saying…” he looked back to the photograph.
“I believe that Mokuba has a Yami.”
Seto laughed coldly. “Yeah right. I think I’d’ve noticed a big stick in my home. And, how does this connect to your “vampire”?”
“Another artifact was “The Book of Osiris”,” he pulled out another folder. “Now, my ancient Egyptian is rusty, but from what I can tell, it’s a diary.”
“You’re point?”
“It mentions many times about life in tunnels below the city of Aswan, and rituals that included human blood.”
“So?”
“Osiris was lord of the underworld in Egyptian lore…”
“Did you call me down here to give me a history lesson, or what?”
“In lore,” he continued, glaring at Seto. “Set and Osiris were brothers, and Set killed Osiris.”
“That doesn’t mean that my brother’s this “Osiris” guy,” he growled, turning towards the door. “You’re not roping us into your fantasy world Wheeler. Yeah, I’ll admit, that priest does look like me, but I’m not him.”
“What if I could tell you that I have a picture of Osiris.”
Seto stopped dead. “And what of it?”
“It depicts Osiris and his brother Set. Now, you know, even if you won’t admit it, you are Set.”
“I am Seto Kaiba. Nothing more, nothing less,” he growled.
“You are as much Set as I am Joshuah.”
“Oh, not that again,” he scoffed. “Look, either show me the picture, or I’m leaving.”
Joey shrugged and handed him the photo. “Be my guest. Maybe you’ll finally get some sense knocked into you.”
Seto looked at the picture and his breath caught. The image was, as Joey had said, there was his ancient self, and the other was this Osiris guy. He looked closely, and yes, yes it did look like Mokuba now, with his hair short, that is. How? Why? No…his brother wasn’t a blood-sucking monster. He hadn’t gone anywhere in the past three weeks; he’d been in the building the whole time. He shook his head.
“I can’t believe this,” his tone actually shook.
“Can’t or won’t?” Joey asked; his voice had nothing in it-it was his professional voice.
Before Seto could answer him, his cell phone rang. He put the picture down and flipped the phone open.
“Talk to me.”
“Seto!” Yura’s voice cried.
“Yura, what’s going on?”
“He-he-he-so much blood-he’s after me-he-he-he-the elevator-some cop-he-he-he’s not human anymore!”
“Calm down Yura. Calm down,” he tried to sooth. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s happening?” Joey asked; Seto turned away from him.
“Mokuba was in the elevator with a cop I think…there was so much blood…” there was a pause. “I think he’s coming me. He’s after me now-I know his secret. I’m next! He’s going to kill me!”
“Yura, Yura, calm down, take it slow,” he tried to coax.
“He’s coming! I’m dead if I stay here! I have to keep running!”
“Yura, Yura, wait!” Seto tried.
“I have to keep running! He’ll find me if I don’t.”
“Yura, wait, stop and tell me where you are,” he covered his other ear so he could hear better.
“I-I-I,” she was panting. “Third floor, Research and Development I think. You have to get over here and stop him.”
“I know, I know. We’re coming Yura. Just stay where you are.”
“I can’t stay, he’ll fi…” she stopped dead in her sentence. “Oh my god, he’s coming!” it sounded like the phone was dropped to the floor.
“Yura! Yura! No, stop! Wait for us!”
He could hear that on the other end, someone was clearly running away from the phone. Then from the distance he heard a man’s voice, “You can’t hide from me, Yura! I’ll get you eventually!”. He took it away from his ear and starred at it, disbelievingly; that was his brother’s voice.
“Kaiba, what’s going on?”
He still couldn’t believe it; he didn’t even really see Joey when he looked to him.
“You were right, something’s wrong with Mokuba, and he’s after Yura.”
“Well, what’re we waiting for?” Joey yelled, grabbing his corduroy jacket. “We gotta go stop him before he hurts anyone else!”
That snapped Seto back to the matters at hand. His eyes hardened, and he nodded. As the two of them ran out of the office back down the cubicles, he said,
“My car’s parked outside.”
“It’ll be quicker if we take mine,” Joey responded. “And I get to press the siren button.”
Chapter Twelve
“Yura! Mokuba!”
“Kaiba, will you shut up!” Joey hissed. “You’re going to let him know that we’re here!”
The two of them were running through the third floor, looking for any sign of the woman or the boy. Seto stopped dead and turned viciously upon the cop.
“Look, I’m here to make sure my employees are safe, and that my brother is sane. Don’t you dare treat this like one of your jobs, because it’s not.”
Joey pulled away, and drew out his gun. “Look, if it comes to it Kaiba, I will shoot to kill.”
Seto scowled, and turned back forward; he wasn’t worried that the blonde would follow through with the threat; he knew he would, and he hoped it wouldn’t come to that. They rounded the corner and found the elevator still open. The carnage that they met was almost enough to make the both of them sick.
Joey went over to the body, and crouched down.
“What’re you doing Wheeler?”
“I’m looking for some I.D.,” he responded, then pulled out a wallet. “Oh god. Not even I would’ve wished this fate on you, you son-of-a-bitch.”
“Who was it?” his voice was too calm for the situation.
Joey looked up. “Adam Peterson. One of my guys.”
“You sent a cop to my house while I was talking with you?!” he wrenched Joey up by the shirt collar. “You spineless, little weasel, you son-of-a…”
Joey wrenched himself away. “Hey, not that I probably don’t deserve all those names, but I had nothing to do with this. Peterson was a corrupted cop. He came on his own. I can’t say I’m sorry he’s dead, but he deserved it.”
Seto turned away again, fists clenched as Joey fixed his collar.
“C’mon, we’ve still gotta find Yura and Mokuba.”
They continued to run down the hall. A few more hallways, Seto lead them down.
“Hey, we almost to your R and D yet?” Joey yelled forward.
“Just around this corner…”
They rounded it, and found Yura’s limp body. The wall was covered with blood, and she laid there, with her throat torn open. Seto went to her, standing over, looking down at her. Joey came over too, and whistled slightly.
“He sure did a number on her,” no mirth was in his tone.
“I can’t believe that Mokuba would do this,” Seto said; his voice was shaking again. “She was always good to him, to us. How could he do this?”
“Hey man,” Joey put his hand on the other’s shoulder. “You gotta realize that that thing isn’t Mokuba anymore. It’s Osiris.”
“Did I hear someone say my name?” the intercom buzzed.
“Osiris!” Joey spun around. “Where are you?!”
“Took you long enough to figure it out, you Roman dog,” he laughed coldly. “Or, are you called by a different name now too?”
“Where’re you hiding you blood sucking monster?” he yelled.
“Why not ask my dear brother Settie, hmm?”
“How can he hear us?” Joey whispered to Seto.
“Two way intercom system.”
“And how can he see us?”
“I have cameras stationed periodically down every hallway,” he explained. “On every floor. He can track us anywhere we go in here.”
“Great, real smart, Kaiba. Did you ever think that if a terrorist ever got hold of your control room, they’d own the building?”
“My security force would stop any outsiders from accomplishing that, thank you,” he growled. “And what more, the master control room is in basement number 3. No one can get down there with out my permission. The only other way a person could take control of the building is if they were in…” the light bulb just went on.
“Where Kaiba?” Joey pressed.
He turned around and started running for the stairs. “He’s in my room!”
“Rightie-oh Settie,” Osiris laughed over the intercom. “Come and get me if you dare.”
Chapter Thirteen
“Okay, Kaiba, when you walk in there, you gotta remember that he’s not your brother anymore,” they were right outside the door to Seto’s personal suite. “He’s being possessed by an evil Yami who was once an evil vampire. If worse comes to worse, remember that you’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do.”
“I know Wheeler, just shut up, and let us get this over with,” he spat back.
Joey nodded, then kicked the door in. He entered, gun at the ready as the door swung back on what was left of its hinges. The two of them searched the room with their eyes; nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Seto stepped in now, and Joey lowered his gun slightly.
“You see anything out of place?” Joey asked over his shoulder.
“Nothing,” he breathed. “Maybe he was in basement 3 after all…”
“Nope, I’m here alright.”
They both spun around just as Osiris leapt at Joey from behind. Both went tumbling to the ground; Joey’s gun was thrown from his hand.
“Get my gun, Kaiba!” Joey yelled, trying to roll around on the floor with the vampire.
Seto was stunned for only a moment. Then he dove for the firearm, just as Osiris also realized what was happening. Seto came away with it; he cocked it straight at his brother.
“No sudden movements, or you’ll get it between the eyes.”
Both rose slowly. Now Seto could take in his brother’s entire appearance; he was wearing one of Seto’s black, studded trench coats, a long sleeved, crimson shirt, and in one hand he held a golden crook. His red eyes flashed as he met his brother’s blue; nothing but malice and hunger were there.
“You wouldn’t kill your own brother, would you?” he tried to say sweetly, but the malice dripped into his tone.
Seto cocked it again. “You’re not my brother. You’re something worse. Something evil and ancient.”
“Do you really believe in that hocus pocus, Settie?” he smirked, hand going to his hip, starring at him. “Do you seriously believe that we have ancient selves locked away in mystical items?”
“I didn’t, but it sure as hell would explain why you’re acting the way you are.”
“No, Settie dear, I didn’t reside in that old crook of mine,” he laughed coldly, throwing it aside. “See, I’m still here. I wasn’t trapped there.”
“Then how did you get here?” Seto spat.
Osiris scoffed. “It’s in the blood, Settie, dearest. The blood that binds you to me is the same as it always was. My blood is the same as in my past self, and the same is for you. You are your own descendant.”
“Explain how that is possible,” he growled. “From what I know, you died, and so did the priest. Explain how their bloodline could continue.”
“Hate to break it to you, Settie, but you weren’t the most faithful to your vows,” he smirked. “And, we did have a sister.”
“Nice story, now give me one good reason why I shouldn’t blow your brains out now?”
“Because we are brothers; we are brothers to the same blood. How could you kill your own flesh and blood?” he flashed a toothy smile, revealing his bloody canines.
“Forgive me Mokuba,” he whispered.
Osiris’ easiness faded when he saw that Seto was actually going to pull the trigger. He took a slight step back, then started to shiver. He sank to his knees and a slight cry left his lips. Seto didn’t lower the gun as all of this happened.
“Get up Osiris, and die like the man you aren’t.”
“Set…o…?” he looked up now; his eyes were a glazed purple as they focused upon him; terror filled them. “Seto…i-is that you?”
“M-Mokuba?” now his tone wavered, but his gun didn’t waver. “This is a trick, I know it is. You can’t fool me, Osiris.”
“I-It’s really me Seto,” he started to get to his feet, but saw the gun at his head. “W-why do you have a gun pointed at my head?”
“You don’t remember anything, do you?”
“I…I don’t know,” his tone reflected the fear in his eyes. “Seto, what’s going…” then he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror; his eyes widened in terror. “My hair…who cut my hair?”
“Mokuba, listen to me carefully,” Seto tried to keep his voice calm. “Do you remember opening that crate in the museum?”
Mokuba nodded slowly, still starring at his reflecting.
“Do you remember anything after that?”
He shook his head. “No…I blacked out, then woke up here,” he looked back to his brother now. “What’s going on Seto?”
“For the past three weeks you’ve been possessed by the spirit of an ancient Egyptian vampire named Osiris.”
“Osiris…” that triggered something in his memory. “So what Tony said was right…I look like Osiris because I am…” his eyes widened as he looked at his brother. “I have a Yami?”
“I a matter of speaking…I guess,” he wanted to shrug, or scoff it off, but who knew when Osiris would come back, or stop pulling this charade.
“Wh-what happened to Tony, Seto?” he was almost too afraid to ask.
Seto swallowed hard. “He’s…he’s dead Mokuba. Osiris drank his blood.”
“But if Osiris drank him then I…” he looked like he was going to be sick. “D-did I…he kill anyone else?”
“Six people total-a cop, Yura, and three others than the Urishima boy.”
Now Mokuba seriously looked like he was going to be sick. He fell back to his knees, face in his hands.
“I killed all those people,” he sobbed. “I killed Yura. I’m a monster.”
Seto’s nerve melted; he lowered the gun, and came down to his brother’s level.
“You didn’t kill them Mokie, he did. You can’t blame yourself for what he did.”
“But if I had never touched that stupid crook, none of this would’ve happened!”
“Oh Mokie,” Seto moved to hold his brother close; Mokuba leapt away.
“Don’t touch me! He’ll kill you too!”
“Mokie, he’s gone. He let go of the crook, and you came into control.”
“He’s not gone! I can feel him, trying to reach, trying to pull me away from control. He’s hungry; he’s always hungry Seto. I can’t control him.”
“Mokie, just hold on long enough,” he tried to coax. “I can’t believe that I’m saying this, but I’ll find Yugi; I’m sure he’ll know what to do about this.”
“There isn’t anytime!” Mokuba cried. “He’s fighting hard. He’s going to kill more people if we don’t stop him now. You have to kill me.”
“What?!”
“You have to kill me, Seto,” Mokuba’s eyes were so serious that it actually scared his brother.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he tried to reason. “Now, calm down. Everything’ll be alright if you calm down.”
“No, nothing will be alright if I’m alive!” he cried. “As long as I’m alive, Osiris can kill.”
“Mokuba…”
“Please Seto,” he cried pitifully. “Kill me now, before he comes back.”
“How do you expect me to kill you, hu? You’re all I got left, Mokie.”
“My life, or the life of a dozen innocents, Seto. Which is more important,” Mokuba came over to his brother. “Please, I don’t want to kill anymore.”
Seto nodded, and raised the gun. Mokuba swallowed hard, and closed his eyes.
“I’m ready,” he whispered; fear was in his tone.
“Forgive me Mokuba,” Seto closed his eyes tight, then pulled the trigger.
When he opened them, his brother was not lying dead on the floor next to him. Seto stood up, and looked around.
“You were actually going to kill him, weren’t you.”
He spun around to find Osiris sitting on his desk, crook in the bend of one arm, and Joey, unconscious and by the throat in his other hand.
“I’m amazed. For a second I really thought you were my Set, Settie.”
“How dare you use my emotions against me, you bastard!” he cocked the gun again.
“Come now Settie. Kill me, and you’ll take the life of this man.”
Seto shrugged. “So? Wheeler dead, big whoop.”
“Yeah, but you’d rather not kill the only family you have, either,” he threw Joey to the floor, and stood straight up. “You’re a businessman. Let’s make a deal. Bring me my Set, and let me conclude my business with my dear brother, and I’ll leave your brother forever.”
“Not that I’m agreeing, but how do you purpose I “awaken him”, hu?”
Osiris smirked. “You’re a smart boy, Settie. You’ll think of something,” he turned away, towards the window to the fire escape. “I’ll give you one setting of the sun. Meet me at the museum then. We’ll discuss the rest then,” and with that he leapt out the window.
Seto ran to the glass, but when he looked out, he found nothing but an empty alleyway. His next thought was to check on Joey; he was breathing, and his pulse was strong. Next he left the room, sticking the gun in his belt.
“I have to find Yugi,” he said to himself as he headed for the stairs. “If the crook awakened Osiris, perhaps the Rod will awaken Set.”
Chapter Fourteen
Solomon Mouto turned as the little bell dinged in his shop.
“Welcome to the Turtle Game Shop! How may I help you?”
Then when he put his glasses back on and saw who it was, his visage hardened.
“Oh, it’s you.”
“Excuse me, Mr. Mouto, I must speak with your grandson.”
Seto looked dishelved, and grim faced. Solomon actually paused to consider why the CEO would be in his little shop.
“I’m sorry Kaiba, but he’s not here right now.”
“Well, can you tell me when he’ll be back?” he asked, exasperated.
“I really couldn’t tell you,” he shrugged. “Yugi had a job offer in England, and won’t be back until at the earliest June.”
“Ha, figures,” Seto lowered his head, leaning against the counter with a sigh. “The one time I need him around, he’s not here. Bit ironic, hu?”
“What’s wrong Kaiba?” now he could tell that something was very wrong; if he was coming to ask for help from Yugi, then it must be a very desperate situation.
“Nothing you can do anything about, old man,” he stood back up. “I’ve just got to kill my brother, it seems. It is the only way to stop Osiris.”
“Osiris?” Solomon cocked an eyebrow. “Kaiba, why don’t you tell me the whole story.”
“I don’t have time,” he hissed. “I’m supposed to be at the museum in three hours, but it’s not supposed to be me, but instead it’s supposed to be Set. This whole situation is so screwed up!”
“Perhaps I could help you,” Solomon offered.
“Nice try, old man, but short of you pulling the Millennium Rod out of thin air, I doubt…”
“Oh, you mean this thing?” he pulled out the golden rod; Seto’s eyes actually widened in surprise.
“How did…where did you…?”
“The backroom,” Solomon laughed. “Yugi didn’t take it with him. Do you need to borrow it?”
“I…” his mouth started to feel a bit dry. “Yes. In the worst way I need it. It’s a matter of life and death.”
“You don’t need to convince me, Kaiba,” Solomon laughed slightly; Seto glared at him; how could he laugh at a time like this? “You’ve a good heart, even if you never listen to it. I hope this helps.”
Seto reached for the Rod, and took a deep breath. He clenched his eyes shut, and firmly grasped it. He waited, but nothing happened. He opened one eye; everything looked the same. He felt the same, and only heard his thoughts in his mind. Now he growled in frustration, throwing the Rod to the floor, and sank to the ground, leaning against the counter.
“Kaiba, are you alright?” Solomon asked.
“Nothing! Nothing happened! Why I thought it would no idea, but nothing happened!” he held his forehead now. “I’ll never save him now. Osiris won’t met Set because he doesn’t exist anymore, and that means he’ll never let Mokuba go.”
“I’m sorry Kaiba,” Solomon tried.
Seto now looked up as an idea hit him. “Wait…Osiris won’t know that it’s me if I have the Rod,” he stood up, and grabbed the golden staff. “I need to borrow this for a few hours.”
Solomon nodded. Seto nodded back in response, then headed out the door; he had two and a half-hours left.
Chapter Fifteen
“Okay Osiris, I’m here!”
Osiris was sitting on the edge of the building, feet dangling over the edge. Now he leapt up, and saw whom he’d been waiting for. A vile smirk crossed his lips.
“Well, well, well, who do we have here?” his laugh dripped with malice. “The mighty Set risen from the depths of Anubis’ realm?”
Seto scowled, and crossed his arms, flashing the Rod.
“I have come as you asked for. Now release the boy.”
“Now, now Set, that was not the agreement,” Osiris wagged a finger. “The agreement was that you come, then we finish our unfinished business,” he took a menacingly step forward. “And when have you ever cared about anyone besides yourself, hmm?”
Seto hesitated for a moment with his response. “I don’t, but the infliction of my host’s desires is sickening me.”
Osiris laughed lightly. “Same old Set,” he looked back up, eyes narrowed. “So, here we are, the two sons of Nu, holders of the staves of power, come face to face once again. What can we do, Set? What can we do?”
“And you’re the same old Osiris,” he scoffed. “All talk, no action.”
Osiris laughed again. “Isn’t it interesting, Set, that this time around you are the elder, and I the younger, hmm? Yet still brothers; always brother; we’re cursed that way I suppose.”
Seto growled with impatience. “Why not just get this revenge plot of your over with,” he growled in frustration.
“Who said anything about revenge? Just because you sealed me away in a chest to die, in front of my supporters, you think that I’d harbor a grudge against you?” he laughed that mirthless laugh again, then pin pointed him directly with narrowed slits of his eyes. “Well, you were right.”
Osiris leapt at him, using his crook as a weapon. Seto’s mind worked quickly; he did the only thing he could do, and blocked with the Rod. Osiris pushed, but Seto held strong. He pushed his attacker away, and Osiris leapt away.
“Not bad Set. A millennia hasn’t dampened your skills it seems,” Osiris laughed again, then leapt.
The two of them fought each other off for a few minutes, using the Rod and the crook as bow-staves. It took Seto all of his stamina to fend off the vampire, but that was not true for the other; Osiris seemed like he wouldn’t tire. Seto now was the one to pull away, breathing heavily.
“What, tired already Set?” Osiris mocked. “I could go on forever. Those two I fed on in the building nourished me very well. Especially that woman…” he sneered. “Her terror and disbelief seasoned the blood to perfection…she was so sweet…”
Seto’s rage filled his thoughts, and he leapt now at the boy. Osiris was caught off guard, and the edge of the Rod sliced along this left eye. Osiris leapt away; he glared at him through the coating of blood.
“Well, well, seems that you’ve still a bit of fight in you,” he growled, stepping forward. “That’s the second time you’ve given me this scar.”
“Surrender now, or that will be the least of your worries,” he growled in response.
“I’ve waited too long for this!” he yelled and ran forward. “To give up now!”
“So be it then!” Seto yelled in return, and ran to met him head on.
They met with a loud clack of the two metals, followed by the clacking and clanging of combat. First Seto managed to back Osiris up, then the vampire leapt over his head, and the situations were reversed. Seto’s mind raced; he had to find a way to stop this monster and save his brother. He remembered the gun in his belt, but hoped that that would only have to be a last resort.
His sharp eyes picked up a week point in his opponent’s strikes; the middle of the handle of the crook was chipped. His only hope was that he could snap the staff in two, and that that would break the spell. Seto pushed away, and landed a few steps back.
“What? Running away Set?” Osiris barked; he was starting to tire now too.
“Not by a long shot,” he hissed, then ran forward.
Osiris smirked cockily and leapt into the air; Seto mimicked the movement. Seto swung at the week point. He threw Osiris back; the vampire fell to the ground on his back. The crook snapped in mid air, and fell short of the body in two; Osiris did not move. Seto’s adrenaline faded, and now he saw the situation for what it was.
He dropped the Rod and ran to his brother’s side.
“Mokie, are you all right?” he lifted his brother’s head into his lap. “Mokie, speak to me, please.”
His eyes didn’t open, but he coughed. “Set…o…?”
“It’s all right Mokie,” he held his younger brother close. “Everything’s alright now. He’s gone, and he’s not coming back, I promise you that.”
END

well, that's it. no more BomB-next week all of it will be on hakushodomainv1. well, tell me what you think, and is i should do anymore otaku serials.
peace out!
kat

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