Ronald McDonald |ドナルド・マクドナルド (
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TNDG 4 - ENDGAME
[So you're at the Halloween dance, and maybe you're fighting robots or each other, or maybe you were just hanging out and eating pizza? Either way, there's a new door in the building... or maybe one you simply didn't notice before? It opens, and inside there is a well-lit TV stage, upon which there are several freestanding doors with names of all the surviving participants. A monitor in the corner displays the face of Ronald McDonald.]
All right, kids! Game's over! Thanks to all your tomfoolery, our sponsors pulled out, and we can't even afford prizes. Get on out of here, you little shits!
((Here's your endgame post! The doors will drop off each person where they were kidnapped (or will drop someone else where the person whose name is listed was kidnapped). Say goodbye, yell at the hosts, go back and bob for apples?))
All right, kids! Game's over! Thanks to all your tomfoolery, our sponsors pulled out, and we can't even afford prizes. Get on out of here, you little shits!
((Here's your endgame post! The doors will drop off each person where they were kidnapped (or will drop someone else where the person whose name is listed was kidnapped). Say goodbye, yell at the hosts, go back and bob for apples?))
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You expected anything less? Just because we don't know what we're doing doesn't mean we don't look good doing it.
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True. I suppose that's the most important part, isn't it?
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[squeezes back, lacing their fingers even while attempting to ignore the connection to any jittery flutter in his chest, which is surely just too much sugar over the past few days]
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[He's still blushing, yet somehow he feels elated, allowing himself to lean against Kaiba a bit.]
If I could stay here with you all evening, I would.
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[Not that he seems in any particular hurry to move. The shoulders of his trenchcoat are surprisingly soft, like they're filled with stuffing and not shoulder, but at least it should be comfy enough?]
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[He was thinking more about their having to go their separate ways. But it seems unfair to bring it up, now, so he simply settles against Kaiba. Congrats on your conveniently squishy shoulder!!]
Have you visited much of Tokyo? When we meet again, I could take you to some of my favourite places.
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It's been a while since I've visited Tokyo, and even then I was only there for business meetings, so I never got the chance to see much. ...I probably wouldn't have appreciated it then, anyway. Having you as a guide, though, I imagine I'll get to see the best of the city.
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[Would the head of a giant corporation even be interested in any of those places? He has no idea, come to think of it.]
What kind of places would you like to visit?
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[...They'd talk about games and hacking and other nerd stuff and Yusuke would never see him again ever, probably.]
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You've a gamer friend as well, do you? How did you come to know people with such diverse interests?
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All of my friends are Phantom Thieves. Having a cause to fight for, or a person to rebel against, has a way of uniting very different people.
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[And their weapons dealer is ex-yakuza.]
We're just a small group of high school students. To most of the public, we're completely anonymous, save for the identity of our leader.
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Pissing off the mob doesn't always end well, is the thing. I'm not one to get high-and-mighty over the "right" side of the law, but I hope your ringleader knows what they're doing.
[aka don't die via majima]
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[He shrugs dismissively.]
As I said, the Phantom Thieves' activities have ceased since then, and my identity remains unknown. So, there's no longer a need to worry.
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I didn't say I was worried. I've just learned from experience not to underestimate what a corrupt man can do, especially if he feels desperate. Everyone has enemies, whether he knows it or not.
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I'm simply happy to have brought him to justice. He was convincing high school students into drug running, and when they tried to escape, he would blackmail them... Even force young girls into selling their bodies to repay debts he saddled them with... People in Shibuya were nothing more than a source of revenue for him, at any cost.
[Yusuke shakes his head.] Against evil like that, I would rather risk making a dangerous enemy than stand by and do nothing.
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I know. Even if you weren't that type of person anyway, faced with drugs and sex trafficking to children? That's utterly despicable... You've done the world a huge favor getting someone like that locked away. Just...on the off chance that something does go poorly...
[he trails off, shakes his head]
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[Or at least, that's what Kaiba had been insisting only moments ago. He smiles a little, reaching up to touch Kaiba's hair.]
If my group's next target becomes the despicable people behind this game, you said you'd help, right? If anything did go awry, I'd count on you.
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[He puts an arm around Kaiba's waist, and now he's going to use one of those conveniently squishy shoulder pads to rest his head on. The contact has the benefit of both staving off the evening chill, and -- well, he wants to know what it feels like, to be close while he has the time.]
...Is this all right? [He looks up at Kaiba, seeking permission.]
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[but before he can finish working up some righteous indignance over the presumption that he! Seto Kaiba! Could possibly need saving, especially while trying to offer the same to Yusuke, gosh--Yusuke is snuggled against him and his irritation fizzles to a decidedly different sort of feeling in his chest]
It, yes. It...wait.
[he awkwardly extricates his arm, gingerly wrapping it around Yusuke instead]
There?
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I'm going to miss you... [He says it wistfully, closing his eyes.]
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[He concentrates on that part; that's a concrete goal he can strive towards, and he's good at that. The other part--the feelings and the trust he absolutely should not be giving, Gozaburo must be spinning in his grave and the humbling knowledge that someone in the world actually cares enough to be with him like this--he can't even begin to unpack that, not now. The warm weight of another living being-part, that's okay too, even if being so close, it must be obvious how his heart is racing. He holds Yusuke more securely anyway, because it's nice and he wants to, and also to make up for when he can't, later--and he really must be losing it, to entertain such a soppy notion.]
...It won't take long. So you shouldn't leave your friends waiting.
[he says, making absolutely no move to release him]
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