YuGiOh! (Seth/Seto/Yami)

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Title: Desire & Destruction (Get Out of Here!-mix)
Author: misura
Rating: PG
Warnings: Yami. Also: another prompt that got fluffed up like whoa as I wrote it.
Summary: Before Yami, Kaiba also was never bored at work.


"What happened to the fifty security-guards, the steelplate-door, the receptionist and my three secretaries who are supposed to keep people like you out of here?"

Yami opened his mouth, closed it again and frowned. Finally, apparently considering the subject unworthy of further concern, he shrugged. "I disposed of them ... I think."

According to Yuugi, Yami had saved the world. Several times. "You think?" Either Yuugi had taken some liberties with the truth, or he had some means of controlling Yami that Kaiba lacked. The solidarity of short people, perhaps. The brotherhood of those with freaky, spiky hair in three colours.

"Of course I think!" Yami drew himself up to his full length. The gesture might have been amusing if it would have resulted in Yami bumping his head against the ceiling; as it was, Kaiba failed to be amused. "How dare you imply otherwise!"

Kaiba sighed. "Do you only think you disposed of them, or are you, in fact, sure? And what do you mean by 'disposed of', anyway?"

"Shadow Realm," Yami said airly. Kaiba gave him a look. It was not a friendly one, that look. Any of the 'disposed of' security-guards, receptionists and secretaries would have been shaking in their shoes, had they been the recipient of such a look. "What? They were in my way."

"They are Kaiba Corp employees. They were doing their job, and you will return them to ... to the mortal realm at once." Kaiba managed to get the words out with some effort; he still didn't much care for all this hocus-pocus, but for now, he was willing to accept the evidence of the security-cameras, which showed a very empty first floor.

"You sound like Yuugi," Yami complained.

"Good." One of these days, Kaiba reflected, he really should take the time to sit down and have a good talk with Yuugi. Unfortunately, Yami was a far more effective guardian than anyone at Kaiba Corp, but perhaps if he took Mokuba along as a decoy ...

"Aren't you even the slightest bit curious why I'm here?" Yami demanded, looking around for a chair and not finding one, since Kaiba had removed the chair on the other side of his desk the second he'd seen Yami entering the reception-area. A small and petty victory it might be, but with Yami, Kaiba took what he could get.

"No."

"You're boring," Yami complained, eyeing the edge of Kaiba's desk.

"No doubt." There wasn't a lot of room on the desk, really - nowhere nearly enough for anyone to sit on, Kaiba reassured himself. Yami would never -

"I want to play." Yami would, apparently. Kaiba winced as a stack of reports hit the floor with a loud bang. At least he'd had the foresight to bind them together with a rubber band.

"No." A Duel might be interesting - Kaiba still was convinced that one day, he'd be able to defeat Yami and prove once and for all that inhuman good luck was no match for mathematical genius and human brilliance, but Kaiba was quite aware that if Yami had wanted a Duel, he'd have said so.

"Bring out Seth."

"No."

"Can't you say anything else beside that?"

Kaiba pretended the screen in front of him had absorbed his full attention. In fact, it was rather interesting; a certain department had been spending a lot more than it should have these past two months, and Kaiba intended to find out how that could have happened without his giving them permission to do so, or even noticing anything unusual until he'd gone over the report of yesterday's board-meeting.

Yami mumbled something. It was no language Kaiba recognized, so presumably, that meant it was Ancient Egyptian. Also known as 'the language of the delusional'.

"If you keep on refusing to cooperate with me, I have means of bending you to my will."

"Bend away."

"Since you ask so nicely ... "

x

Kaiba blinked and wondered what had just happened. He was lying on the floor of his office, fully dressed, surrounded by papers that had (he was fairly sure) been lying on his desk in neat stacks and sorted by urgency and subject two seconds ago.

He was sore all over, as if he'd tripped and forgotten how to protect himself against the impact. Had he been feeling even remotely hungry or tired, he might have assumed he'd suffered from a fainting spell - embarrassing and not something he wanted Mokuba or anyone else to find out about, but not entirely unexpected. Not puzzling, the way his current situation was.

Checking his computer revealed nothing useful; there'd been no meetings scheduled this morning, and the last e-mail he'd received was less than an hour old - he'd replied to it two minutes after he'd received it.

Kaiba stared at the door to his office, considering if he should ask his secretaries whether they'd seen or heard anything unusual - discretely, of course. After a moment's thought, he decided against it; the odds of anyone having heard anything useful were extremely small, and no matter how carefully he phrased his questions, they'd be bound to result in gossip.

Telling the small voice in the back of his mind to leave him alone and stop talking about Yami, Kaiba collected his papers and returned to work.