A Home of Our Own

A Home of Our Own

Summary: A series of separate Neko Fics that will culminate into a longer story about love, loyalty, and belonging. Kimi ga Iru AU
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh. If I did…*begins to laugh evilly*
Warning: none
Author’s Note: *shifty eyes* M-Flo rocks it…


Undercover Ops

Mokuba sighed and closed his math book. He bet Seto never had problems with this stuff. He turned around and saw Noa just sitting there on the bed, staring at his hands.

“Noa?”

The kitten’s ears perked up and he looked at Mokuba. “Yes?”

“How come you’re just sitting there Pretty? Don’t you want to play any of the games or watch tv?”

Noa shook his head. “You were studying. I was just waiting till you were done.”

Mokuba grinned. “You could have done something in the mean time. You’re allowed to leave my room and have fun by yourself you know!”

Noa’s ears flattened. “Did you want me to do that?”

The black haired boy got up and went over to the kitten and smoothed his hair, getting purrs in return. Mokuba hugged him.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to here. You can do whatever you want here Noa. Don’t you know that?”

The kitten nodded and snuggled into Mokuba’s arms, the black haired boy stroking his tail.

The door opened a little and Seto poked his head in. “Mokuba?”

“Yeah?”

Noa started and Seto held up his hands. “It’s okay Noa.”

Even still, the kitten left Mokuba’s arms and disappeared under the bed. Mokuba grinned. “I told you how scary you were Big Brother. What’s up?”

“I’ll be working late, do you want anything special for dinner? I forgot to come get you before the cool went off duty.”

The boy shook his head. “No…” He leaned over and looked under the bed. “What do you want to eat Noa?”

Huge eyes gleamed back at him from the darkness. They blinked and Mokuba laughed. He sat up and smiled at his brother. “Let’s get pizza.”

Seto nodded and was about to leave when he turned back. “Mokuba…doyou think, the tactics I use for recruitment in the FFFC are too extreme?”

“What? What do you mean? You have a very good process for recruiting all the members. Don’t you give them all sorts of benefits and pay raises?”

The brunette shook his head. “That’s not what I meant…I mean, the Neko members.”

Mokuba shrugged. “All you have are Marik and Malik. Didn’t you let them live with Ishizu? That seems pretty nice to me.”

Seto looked at his brother and smiled. So Mokuba truly had no idea how things were going. He still thought he was –

“Big Brother, are you listening?”

The youth started. “Yes?”

“I was saying, that as long as you’re as nice to me as you are to the Nekos, they’ll be happy to help you! Remember, you’re not like our stepfather. We’re trying to make sure that the Kaiba name becomes clean again.”

Seto nodded. “You’re right…say, later I’m going down to the center. Would you like to come?”

“Do I have to finish my math homework?”

The boy laughed. “I suppose not. Bring Noa as well. It’ll do him good to get around more people.”

Seto left and went back to his office, mulling over what Mokuba had said.

Maybe things did need to change.


Mokuba held out a mouse on a string, trying to coax Noa out from under the bed. “Hey Noa, it’s alright! Come on!”

The kitten shook his head and Mokuba sighed. “Okay, but you’ll have to come downstairs when the pizza comes or we’ll eat it all up and you’ll only get a little bit.”

Noa made a soft mewling sound and Mokuba laid beside the bed. “Come on Noa. I’ll brush your hiar! I’ll stroke your tail!”

The kitten didn’t make a move and Mokuba got up. “I’ll be doing my homework then.”

****

Bakura held the binoculars up to his eyes, letting the night breeze blow his tail out behind him. Nearby, red cloak flapping in the wind, Ryou held on to the brown stuffed bear, moving hair out of his face with a sharp claw.

Bakura lowered the binoculars.

“I’ll need a few more nights to learn the guard pattern, but after that, everything should be alright. That Seto guy doesn’t leave the house much.”

Ryou looked at his brother. “Do you think it’s a good idea for us to be standing so close to the residence like this? What if they can see us?”

Bakura laughed. “We’ve been out here for an hour, no one’s seen us thus far.” He took the bear from Ryou. “But, they have seen this.”

Ryou watched Bakura toss the bear into the air and toss a peculiar dagger at it. It went flying and thunked into a tree on the massive Kaiba property.

“Fools. Did they think I wouldn’t catch on?”

The younger Alabaster gave a grin. “You’re too smart for them Big Brother.”

They left tree top, dashing and dancing through the rest of the trees as they left the outskirts of Kaiba’s property, Ryou only losing his footing once. When they made it back to the city, the younger Neko was only panting slightly, which Bakura noted.

“You’re getting better.”

“I’m trying Big Brother.”

He gave Ryou an item and the boy deposited it in his cloak. It was the Millennium Rod, well, a hollow Millennium Rod. The dagger Bakura had used had come out of the bottom.

“Make sure you give it to the right person, alright?”

“The old man right?”

Bakura nodded. “He gives you any problems, you know what to do.”

Ryou put up the hood on his cloak and rushed off into the darkness. Bakura went the opposite way, smirking ot himself as he lit a cigarette.

Those assholes. Did they really think they could get the better of me? Bakura? King of Thieves?

He turned down dark streets and smoky alleys, making his way to the industrial district and inside a warehouse. Lucky for him, he’d also scoped out this place awhile ago. It was rarely used and the part he was in had never seen the light of day in quite sometime.

The white haired Neko had discovered the tracking device a day after he’d rescued Ryou and made sure to plant it in a new bear in the new den. He knew those assholes from that “center” would try something and he was going to make sure they realized that no one pulled a fast one on him.

Ryou had been very disappointed about having to abandon the den they’d just moved to, but he’d made the kitten understand that it was all for the best. They’d set up the den exactly as if they’d lived there then left it, heading to the abandoned building they’d moved from only days ago.

He’d needed a place to train Ryou after all.

Ryou…if he only knew how good he was getting. He’s just like our brother in so many ways, more kind than anything, but after seeing him drop that guard the other night…I know he can be ruthless as well.

Apparently, the FFFC had been tracing their whereabouts for sometime, he’d learned this after breaking into that Game Shop last night. It’d looked normal enough, but after cracking the safe in that old man’s room, he’d learned quite a bit. Most of all, why Akefia had died.

Bakura made his way down the residential street, mayhem on his mind as he stopped outside of a quaint looking two story residence with white siding. He checked to see if anyone was in and was in luck. The exact car he was looking for was there.

He put out his cigarette and hopped up the stairs, psychotic grin on his face. He knocked once and waited.

A woman came to the door. Her hair was black and loose, her skin a dark tan. Her golden eyes widened as she saw who it was and would have screamed when she saw the knife if Bakua’s hand hadn’t been over her mouth.

“Hello Ishtar. We’re going to have a nice talk about the FFFC and whether or not I should leave your mutilated body for Golden Psycho to find.”

Ishizu’s eyes widened.

“That’s right Darlin’. I know they live here. INSIDE!”

He pushed her inside and dragged her upstairs to what he smelled was her bedroom. He kept hold of her as he ripped out the telephone and smashed her cell phone against the wall. He shoved her in a chair and rifled through her belongings to find two belts that would be useful as bindings. He secured her then sat on the bed, playing with his knife.

“Scream and I’ll just cut your throat. Cooperate and you won’t even have a scratch. Agreed?”

Ishizu nodded and Bakura laughed. “ I love it when it’s easy.”


Across the city, Ryou leapt off the building and onto the roof of a red car, not caring that his claws were scratching the surface. He hopped down and kicked over the trashcans, waiting for someone to come investigate.

The front door opened and Ryou was swift. He pounced, pinning the man, his whole weight on his chest.

“Bakura says hello.” Was all he said, leaping off, leaving the hollow Millennium Rod behind.

He ran off into the night, the man dazed and confused, his chest aching.

Sugoroku Motou lurched up, staggering for the phone. What the hell was going on.

He dialed the first number he could think of, alarmed when he got no answer. He dialed another number. It picked up.

“This had better be good. I’m with my Brother.”

“They know.”

“Who knows? Knows what?”

“I just had a visit from…Bakura or the other one! Whoever it was, we’re in trouble here Kaiba!”

**

Seto Kaiba frowned as he saw a guard come into the residence. He put down his pizza and left the area, not wanting Mokuba to hear whatever it was.

“What?!” he snapped.

The guard held up a teddy bear with a knife through it. More specifically, the knife Marik had asked to be put in when they modified the Millenium Rod. The Millennium Rod that was now said to be in Bakura’s possession.

“Fuck it all…” He snatched the bear and stormed away to his office.

****

Marik sat outside, shirtless, smoking a cigarette, claw marks down his chest. His cell phone rang and he answered it.

“What?”

“I have a teddy bear here with your knife in it. Do you know what that means?”

“So Bakura got wise to that little scheme. The others are still in place –”

“IT WAS FOUND ON MY PROPERTY!”

Marik sighed and put out his cigarette. “He was scoping out your property then. That’s good. I think he will attempt to steal the scales from you, if only to rub it in your face. Our target is the little one –”

“Who just visited Sugoroku with the rest of your little toy!” Kaiba growled. “You’d better fix this you –FIX IT!”

The Neko blinked as he was hung up on.

Fuck…I gotta talk to Ishizu…

Marik went back inside and went to his quarters. It was dark inside and there were things all over the place. A struggle had taken place.

“Malik. Come on, we’re going to see Ishizu.”

//I’m not going anywhere with you! NEVER AGAIN! I HATE YOU! //

Marik shook his head. “It’s your fault. How dare you turn me down then come back here smelling like someone else. You can have your little street Neko, but you’ll always belong to me. Now get your ass up or –”

The elder Neko groaned in pain, stepping back and clutching his head. “MALIK! DON’T!”

The Neko appeared, dried and fresh tears on his face, his shirt in tatters, his boxers ripped.

“OUT! GET OUT!”

Marik growled but turned around and left, his movements mechanic and controlled. The door shut and Malik fell to the floor in a heap, beginning to cry again.

you hurt me…you hurt me Marik, you hurt me…

****

Jou paced his room, laying down and groaning in boredom. Matty was upset at him because he’d been howling again. It wasn’t his fault. He was bored and he could hear Varon down stairs.

The door opened and he wagged his tail expectantly. It was Amelda.

“Matty went to sleep. He said to let you out, but that you’re to leave and not to visit Varon. He says to come back in a few days when Varon is better.”

Jou got up, yawning widely. “Whatever. Where’ve you been?”

“Out and about. I can’t seem to find my friend…but that’s none of your concern.”

Jou shrugged and left, scratching his head.

Maybe go home and see how Shizuka’s doin’…get her some food.

He walked around the shop to the alley way and bent down, looking through the basement window. Amelda was talking to Varon and it looked like they were arguing. Jou squatted down and pressed his nose to the glass, his tail beginning to wag.

Amelda pointed to the window and Varon looked. Then went wild.

Jou could hear the howls from where he was and started barking too, feeling playful. He didn’t feel so playful however when the porch light came on and matty came outside.

“Jou!” the man got the hose. “Off with ya now!”

The dog got sprayed and bared his teeth before running off into the night, barking and laughing and just feeling good. He’d go home and see Varon in a few days.


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*EFC: Experimental Feline Companion FFFC: Freedom for Feline Companions
*NEXT TIME: The Interrogation!
*I’d like to thank Wicabeth for the inspiration for this fic!
*Schwarzwald loves ya’ll! *shifty eyes* But I loves me a conspiracy….