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Isis yelps when she heard the thump. When she realized there wasn’t any other impact, she opens her eyes to see what happened. When Otogi whips the car around and continues driving after Seto, she braces herself again. She chance looking directly at Otogi. She opened her mouth to say something then closed it just as fast. His expression is so focused, she doubts he’ll truly hear her if she did say something to him. 

Isis place her attention back to the road in front of her. She can make out Seto’s motorcycle. They’re quickly catching up to him again. She doesn’t want to shoot at him again. She can feel the gun sliding against her foot from the turns Otogi takes as they speed after Seto. Suddenly Seto turns around and is facing them. She truly hope they’re not going to succeed in a head-on collision. Once again, Isis is too worried to continue looking. She shuts her eyes and curse under her breath as she braces herself for whatever may happen.

It’s going too fast, it’s going too…

But if I just…


His foot shot into the brake and

SCRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Otogi braced- it’d be a hard a crash, he was rea-

There was a thump and a screech and a roar and Otogi had to lean out the window to make fucking sure  that Kaiba had just driven over his car.

For a moment as Kaiba hit the road Otogi just stared in angry disbelief, his hand finally gripping the steel of the shift and catapulting the car around, racing after Kaiba. For a moment, there was nothing, not even Isis or the gun, just the roar of the engine and more of the goddamn chase and Ryuji felt all too at ease for it.

He wasn’t going to lose!

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Otogi didn’t even feel himself flying down the stairs. He didn’t even remember breathing- he was still lightheaded from the encounter. All he knew was that he wasn’t going to lose this. It wasn’t even a game, but he wasn’t going to lose. He hesitated once but that was earlier, to retrieve, but it was too late by the time he threw open the door and a white jet of light sped off into the distance.

“You’ve got to be f-” he swore to himself and jetted over to his car, still parked in the driveway. He opened the door, waited what seemed like an eternity for Ishizu to get in, and the engine roared to life with all the force a sports car had. “He can’t get away.”

The gun shone menacingly in the moonlight and he dropped it in Ishizu’s arms without looking away from the road. “You can shoot, can’t you?” he asked, the relaxing hum of the engine covering the tense situation in an awkward calm as the speed climbed and climbed, the vehicle lurching horribly at each turn.

The single tail light of a motorcycle appeared in the distance and Devlin smirked, shifting the car into its final gear as they gained on Kaiba. Of course it was this close, and his heart pounded and his eyes focused, preparing to roll down the window for Ishizu.

Once she leaves the doors of the mansion, the fresh air hitting her helped calm her enough to move a little faster and she hops into the car. She throws her purse to the floor and Seto’s coat lays on her lap like a blanket. Isis quickly buckles herself in when Otogi speeds off. She’s never been in any sort of vehicle moving this fast before, it’s building that terrifying feeling up again.

“Wh-what?” she shouts, jumping at the gun being tossed onto her. Is he insane? He seriously wants her to shoot at Seto Kaiba? “If I get arrested for this, you better get me out.” she says before unbuckling the seat belt as Otogi rolls down the window. Isis leans out the window, her hair whipping wildly from the speeds they’re traveling in. Even her gold hair ornaments got loose and was blown away. She holds the gun out, trying to take aim on the motorcycle itself. Her finger shake before finally lowering enough to trigger her first shot.

Isis!" Devlin yelped, swerving a bit to get her aim off as they sped up towards the bike. Kaiba didn’t seem to be hit- fucking gratefully- but Ryuji still launched a glare at Isis.

"I’m not wanting to get him killed!”

It sank in that there really wasn’t a way to do this otherwise but he didn’t tell that to Isis. He didn’t even really tell that to himself, focusing on the light in the distance.

He was gaining ground, but what would he do when he got to the top?

Ryuji would win, of course.

Suddenly, he slammed on the breaks, grabbing Isis for a split second to see that she didn’t go flying, and turned down a small road to the side. Jostled from going extremely high speeds over the bumps, he was literally flooring the gas pedal, his heart racing his mind and stomach soaring.

The next part he could take in clearly he was racing out back onto the main road perpendicular to a motorcycle headed their way.

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There was noises all of a sudden. First something from Otogi’s pocket and then the clicking of a belt buckle. Next thing Isis knew, Seto slipped out of his coat, which she still has in her hands from holding onto it, and watches in horror as he jumped out the broken window.

Her eyes widen, stomach seizing up in fear of the worst possible outcome. 

She snaps out of it with Otogi yelling at her. She didn’t quite grasp what he said to her but she quickly scoops the fallen contents back into her purse, grabs hold of the handles and follows after him.  

Once she got out the hallway, she can see Otogi going down the stairs. It wasn’t until she started stumbling from running in her heels going down those steps that she realized she never let go of Seto’s coat. There’s no time to go back and leave it in the office. Isis continues running with it, taking extra care to keep herself from falling down the steps as she tries to catch up with Otogi.

Otogi didn’t even feel himself flying down the stairs. He didn’t even remember breathing- he was still lightheaded from the encounter. All he knew was that he wasn’t going to lose this. It wasn’t even a game, but he wasn’t going to lose. He hesistated once but that was earlier, to retrieve, but it was too late by the time he threw open the door and a white jet of light sped off into the distance.

"You’ve got to be f-" he swore to himself and jetted over to his car, still parked in the driveway. He opened the door, waited what seemed like an eternity for Isuzu to get in, and the engine roared to life with all the force a sports car had. "He can’t get away."

The gun shone menacingly in the moonlight and he dropped it in Isuzu’s arms without looking away from the road. “You can shoot, can’t you?” he asked, the relaxing hum of the engine covering the tense situation in an awkward calm as the speed climbed and climbed, the vehicle lurching horribly at each turn.

The single tail light of a motorcycle appeared in the distance and Devlin smirked, shifting the car into its final gear as they gained on Kaiba. Of course it was this close, and his heart pounded and his eyes focused, preparing to roll down the window for Isuzu.

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Ryuji felt the older male tense up underneath him- it was shallow, but it was there. Otogi’s mind wandered for one instant to the situation and he forced it back down, focusing. Suddenly Kaiba breathed- oddly relieving for some reason- and Ryuji eased up his grip, going so far as to remove the hand at Kaiba’s stomach and take it near the arm, still ready to grab. Trying to seem less hostile, at least. Was he goi-

Otogi’s phone be-

What the-

He-

The next coherent thought he had and he was staring at an empty, broken window. Without thinking, his hand still gripping his stinging face, he lunged forward barely to the glass- Kaiba disappeared just into the dark.

He stared at it for a moment and denial swept over him, his hand feeling the ridge.

Without a second more of hesitation he stood and turned, scooping up his tools and passing Isis in a sprint, not even having to think about hiding his face.

"Isis! Come on, move!” came the shout to follow Devlin through the bloody hallway. Otogi could hear something outside, faint, but-

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Otogi scrambled to his feet, gaining the last of his breath and ignoring the pain on his ne-

wait

He disregarded the thought and instead grabbed for Kaiba, releasing the coat tail.

“No, just trying to stop a different one!” he managed to get out, latching onto Kaiba’s torso and spinning him around, attempting to slam the older onto the desk and away from the window.

All the anger from earlier now pushed aside, she’s quite scared about all of this. She still haven’t fully recovered from having the gun pulled on her and if she stands up straight, she can still see where the hand popped off on the floor, keeping her shaken up. Moving closer to the desk, she hesitates before placing a hand on Seto’s back. At this point, she can’t tell if her own hand is trembling badly or it’s his body doing so. She’s not one for providing much comfort, even to her own brothers, but she couldn’t help but try a little in this bizarre situation.

“You have to stay alive for Mokuba’s sake…” She pauses before gripping onto his jacket with both hands in case he tries struggling to get free, “Just let us help you.”

Ryuji felt the older male tense up underneath him- it was shallow, but it was there. Otogi’s mind wandered for one instant to the situation and he forced it back down, focusing. Suddenly Kaiba breathed- oddly relieving for some reason- and Ryuji eased up his grip, going so far as to remove the hand at Kaiba’s stomach and take it near the arm, still ready to grab. Trying to seem less hostile, at least. Was he goi-

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Isis clutches Otogi’s shoulder and arm, too afraid to move any closer to Seto. Just what in the world happened to him during the time she didn’t keep in contact? She can’t understand why his hand came off like that and how it definitely wasn’t a real hand that fell off in the first place. What happened to his actual hand? How is he losing so much blood and remaining conscious from all of this happening? Already dead..? Is he some sort of zombie like in those films Malik made her watch before she moved to Japan? She snaps out of her thoughts once she hears the sound of glass shattering. Seto threw a chair through the window. Is he going to…?

Seto, please calm down! Let us take you to a hospital. The blood loss, your hand… You should get some help… Don’t do this to yourself, please?”

Otogi heard the words, but either his priorities faltered or he simply couldn’t hear over his own ragged breath, but he’d seen it, that expression, that malicious intent and suddenly

“DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM”

There was the shattering of glass and suddenly Kaiba was headed for the window, Isis pleading for him to stop but it was futile either way and

No- Not, he was going to- fuck, he was too out of breath

Ryuji had mustered himself into a half-composure as best he could and grabbed for the ceo, barely managing to lock his grip on the end of Kaiba’ coat. In a different situation, he would’ve made some comment about how lucky they were Kaiba had such a wierd taste in fashion, but right then that comment didn’t cross his mind and the only thing that mattered was trying to stop this older brother from jumping out a window and to stall the inevitable.

Pulled or not Otogi would fall over the side of the desk still grasping the tail of Kaiba’s coat and gaining more- not that he would know what to do with him, it, whatever- but dire situations called for dire action.

Otogi scrambled to his feet, gaining the last of his breath and ignoring the pain on his ne-

wait

He disregarded the thought and instead grabbed for Kaiba, releasing the coat tail.

"No, just trying to stop a different one!" he managed to get out, latching onto Kaiba’s torso and spinning him around, attempting to slam the older onto the desk and away from the window.

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Isis clutches Otogi’s shoulder and arm, too afraid to move any closer to Seto. Just what in the world happened to him during the time she didn’t keep in contact? She can’t understand why his hand came off like that and how it definitely wasn’t a real hand that fell off in the first place. What happened to his actual hand? How is he losing so much blood and remaining conscious from all of this happening? Already dead..? Is he some sort of zombie like in those films Malik made her watch before she moved to Japan? She snaps out of her thoughts once she hears the sound of glass shattering. Seto threw a chair through the window. Is he going to…?

Seto, please calm down! Let us take you to a hospital. The blood loss, your hand… You should get some help… Don’t do this to yourself, please?”

Otogi heard the words, but either his priorities faltered or he simply couldn’t hear over his own ragged breath, but he’d seen it, that expression, that malicious intent and suddenly

"DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM"

There was the shattering of glass and suddenly Kaiba was headed for the window, Isis pleading for him to stop but it was futile either way and

No- Not, he was going to- fuck, he was too out of breath

Ryuji had mustered himself into a half-composure as best he could and grabbed for the ceo, barely managing to lock his grip on the end of Kaiba’ coat. In a different situation, he would’ve made some comment about how lucky they were Kaiba had such a wierd taste in fashion, but right then that comment didn’t cross his mind and the only thing that mattered was trying to stop this older brother from jumping out a window and to stall the inevitable.

Pulled or not Otogi would fall over the side of the desk still grasping the tail of Kaiba’s coat and gaining more- not that he would know what to do with him, it, whatever- but dire situations called for dire action.

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