So, I decided to write another story. This one though, is a recent strand of thought, and I decided to try to flesh it out some. So bear with me, and let me know of anything that doesn't make sense!

Summary: (Shinigami was out to play, and it didn't feel like going back home yet.) Gundam Wing x Yu-Gi-Oh Crossover (Some things should have stayed lost.)

Story Warnings: TWT, violence, death of nameless people, pointless death, lots of death...

Chapter Warnings: Violence, death of multiple people

Pairings: TBA (Aka: It's a secret!)

In Death's Hand

Playing the Part

December, AC 189, Sunday, 2:54 AM, L2 Colony

There was no noise. That was mostly what he remembered of that night. It was quiet. Solo had returned to their current living quarters for the night, and it was up to him to not get caught doing anything... less then lawful. He didn't remember what attracted him to steal such a thing, but it pleased him, and maybe a few years down the road, it would fetch some money. He would have sold it sooner, but people had to forget it was a stolen object. That took time.

His hair fluttered out behind him, loose and wild. He was soaked with snow (the Colony decided to let it snow earlier that day), his feet were freezing, and he couldn't really feel much anymore. But for now, it didn't matter. He looked upon his future prize, and determined how to get in, out, and away with the golden item. He decided to keep it simple.

Picking the lock with growing expertise, he slipped inside, and waited to hear an alarm. Nothing. He checked for any security measures. Nothing.

'Man, these people are looking to be robbed!' the boy thought, and then checking around the wanted prize, touched it, then grabbed it and bolted out the door. He didn't bother to close it, or relock it.

'Well... That was simple,' the child thought as he took the long way back to Solo. He didn't want to chance anyone following him.

And back on Earth, seconds after the golden object was taken, a dark-skinned woman's eyes flashed open, knowing that what was once lost, was now found.

October, AC 195, Wednesday, 7:28 AM, Nasser Residence, Europe

Duo shrugged on his uniform jacket, looked himself over in the mirror once more, then headed downstairs, where he proceeded to get himself breakfast. He knew that his current roommate, Quatre, was already at the school they were attending for the time being. They had an act to play, and they played it well. Quatre was the respectable rule-abiding student, well Duo... he wasn't. Duo knew he had 

ten minutes until school started, and it was a five minute ride. So, planning on being at least ten minutes late, he had a while to go over what he would be doing again, just to make sure.

The school was suspected of holding enemy officers, and also possibly be a location that strongly supported the enemy and their ideas. It was their job, Duo and Quatre, to infiltrate the school and find out what they could before relaying information to another pilot-dash-friend Heero, who would then get more orders as of how to proceed. For now, Duo was going to be the careless troublemaking student, while Quatre was the kind 'teachers pet' student. Taking that position wouldn't be hard for either of them. They were masters at what they did.

Duo checked his watch again, and saw that he should probably be leaving now, so that he actually made it to his first class. Finishing his coffee, he placed the dishes neatly by the sink (no point in leaving a noticeable mess if they had to take off quickly) and grabbing his newly acquired car keys, headed out to his temporary car.

He got behind the wheel, turned the car on, and backed out of the driveway smoothly. He didn't speed until he was closer to the school, where he then drove slightly more reckless, but not dangerously. Pulling quickly into a parking spot, he turned the car off and pulled the keys out in one motion, then got out of the car, locked the doors, and grinned cheekily at anyone who had been watching him.

His first impression was made.

Quatre and Duo had different schedules so that more of the school could be covered, so he knew he wouldn't see the other pilot until lunch at the earliest. He didn't mind though. They may be friends, but they were pilots, soldiers, first and foremost.

Duo's first class was Earth's History, which was in the east wing of the school. He didn't stop by the office, since they had registered for this school earlier that week. It was halfway through the week, so they already had their schedules and locker assigned to them. Neither one would be using either. They had memorized their schedule, and there was no need for a locker. Easier to vanish that way.

He didn't bother to knock on the closed classroom door, but just twisted the knob and let himself in. He then grinned at the man in front of the classroom, and said in what he called his 'street' voice, "Hey teach, where do I sit?"

Ryou was drawing small, gruesome, battle scenes along the border of his notes when the door opened. Mr. Garrison looked up at the door, slightly annoyed at being interrupted. Ryou also looked at the door (as did most of the class) as a rather short teen walked into the room. Ryou was slightly startled when he heard him speak.

"Hey teach, where do I sit?"

The way he talked, it was like being around Yuugi's old friend Jou, back when he first met Yuugi. The off-the-streets kind of talking. The kind to most likely get in trouble... and enjoy it.

The teacher could tell this too, for he gave a disapproving look at the newcomer, and said, "Mr. Chase Anderson, I would presume?"

"Yep, that's me," Chase said, a cheeky grin to go along with it. Ryou was wondering how this kid was allowed into this school. He didn't meet the unofficial social standards, from what he could tell.

"Class started fifteen minutes ago."

Chase just gave a casual shrug, and then asked again, "So where do I sit?"

Mr. Garrison pointed to a desk that was three seats in front of Ryou, and Chase merrily made his way to said desk, dumped his book loudly onto the desk surface, and sat down, grinning the whole time. Mr. Garrison shot him a dirty look, and Chase just waved his hand dismissively.

"Don't stop on my account, teach. Just get on with it already."

Ryou could tell class would be interesting for the rest of the year, with the new kid around.

Class was soon over, and Ryou, being the kind person he couldn't help being, made his way to Chase.

"Do you need help finding your next class?" He asked, and he realized that by then, the dream-catcher underneath his shirt felt burning hot. He ignored it for now, because pulling it out and looking at it wasn't a smart thing to do at the moment. Chase glanced up, and grinned.

"Nah, I spent the last couple of days memorizin' the map they mailed me. I think I'm pretty well off."

Ryou blinked, and then said, "Well, if you're sure... What's your next class?"

"Advanced Chemistry with Mrs. Davis in the south wing classroom 65b," Chase said, and Ryou was startled. He didn't even have to check his schedule! Ryou remembered back when he was entering High School, he had to look at his schedule for the first week and a half. How could this average... street punk know his way around the school and all of his classes the first day?

"Well, we better get going..."

"Ryou. Ryou Bakura."

"Chase Anderson." Chase gave a grin that was becoming familiar rather quickly. He then stood up, and picked up his book.

"Yeah. Ryou. See ya around."

Ryou watched as he walked out of the room with an air around him screaming 'Trouble'. With a capital T.

Duo made it through the rest of the school day without much event happening. He was late to each class, purposely interrupting in the middle of teaching, and making an entrance. He made his way out to his car, put his newly acquired homework assignments in the backseat, and got in. Turning on the engine, 

he pulled quickly out of the small space, out of the parking lot, barely stopped at the exit, and turned onto the road, heading into the busier part of town. He had a few things he needed to do before returning to the house.

First, he pulled into a parking spot along the side of the road, and got out. He preferred to walk, since it kept him in shape, and kept his reflexes at top performance. Putting his hands slightly into his pockets, he ambled his way down the pavement, and started to take detailed mental notes about the city and its inhabitants. This took him around most of the downtown area, and then he started to branch out. After an hour, he was in what most places would call the ghetto. It wasn't that bad compared to most places, but still wasn't a really desirable place to be. But this was the one section Duo couldn't miss. This was where most of the action took place, and where most information could be gathered.

The first mistake Duo made that day was to walk into an alley that lead nowhere. The second, was to try to see if he could get on the good side of the people who had been following him. He was excellent in hand-to-hand combat, but what he didn't realize was that they had back-up. And a lot of it.

It had been a good fifteen minutes since he started fighting. He had pulled a few dirty tactics he had picked up from L2, and he was using a dagger that one of the men he had killed dropped. Soon though, it was knocked out of his hands, and he was thrown backwards into a wall.

Young one... let me take it from here... A familiar voice whispered in his soul. Duo ignored it, and charged back at the men, determined to not lose control.

Young one... you're getting hurt... let me care for you... Duo knew the voice was getting irritated at him. It always did. Duo didn't let it out to 'play' much. Duo knew what it could do. What it did, what it had done.

Young one... I will not let you be hurt... just let me free... and they will be gone... Duo knew he was losing the fight for control, for he felt his vision dimming. Still, he tried. He pulled out his special dagger from his boot, and slashed at the man who was holding Duo's throat in his grip. The man's hand came off, and he screamed, and Duo plunged the dagger into his throat, and Duo knew, once he had touched this blade, that all his will would be gone. He felt it take control, and watched as it moved swiftly from man to man, killing them quickly and mercilessly, and leaving their bodies where they fell.

Shinigami was out to play, and it didn't feel like going back home yet.

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