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Baku, Ra, to Ringu: UnCut	By : KimyouTeki Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4030 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Bakura blinked at the ceiling. He was exhausted.
By the time he'd gotten himself and his hikari out of that room, the sun had risen. It was Monday, Day 2. Although it was 9:42 in the morning, the blinds were drawn and the curtains closed, so the room was dark as night. RaChan was sleeping, snuggled up near Bakura's side. He was supposed to be at school, but that didn't seem so important now.
I wonder if Yugi-tachi went to school today, like nothing happened. I wouldn't put it past them. After yesterday, no one's called to see if Ryou's okay, or tell him what happened. Those bastards talk about friendship, then they ignore my beautiful light.
Bakura blinky-blinked.
Beautiful?
He turned onto his side and looked at RaChan's sleeping face. He swallowed hard.
Yes, RaChan, you are very beautiful...
Ryou's eyes snapped open, and the flesh melted from his face as his jaw stretched open in a nightmarish scream.
Bakura gasped and recoiled, which woke him up.
He was laying on his back again, but other than that, everything was the same. RaChan was fine. The room was quiet. The digital clock said 9:42.
Bakura was breathing in frightened gasps. He stopped and calmed himself, then read the clock. He closed his eyes, then opened them and read it again. It still said 9:42. He'd gotten into bed with RaChan to calm him down. He had not expected to fall asleep.
I'll have to be more careful.
"There's no point in that, BakaChan."
Bakura looked up and Yami was standing in the doorway, drenched in blood. He had a most casual expression on his face. He stepped into the room, the corner of his mouth curling upwards.
"If you pull away, she'll want you that much more." The smile disappeared. "If you truly love your hikari, there's only one thing for you to do..."
Bakura snapped awake. He was standing in a museum.
Shit! Not again!
He pinched his arm, but although he dug his nails in, he felt nothing.
Samara's voice sounded, as if it were coming from inside his head. You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?
Looking around, he found that Samara was on display nearby.
She was sitting on her chair, which was set on a pedestal that raised her above people's heads. There was a crowd of people oohing and aahing, taking photos of her. She kept her head down, trying to hide her face with her hair.
He looked around at the other displays, which were body parts on pikes all around, dripping blood. He noticed large glass panels lining the walls, and approached one.
It was a tiny cell with mud walls and a 4 foot high ceiling. In one corner huddled a trembling figure. Although she kept her face hidden and stayed wrapped in a gray blanket, he could recognize Mai's blonde hair.
Why is she here?
Bakura tapped the glass. Mai started, then looked at him with wide, terror filled eyes. He was struck by the sight of deep cuts trailing all over her skin. Tears streamed down her face, and her thoughts poured into Bakura's mind:
I'm sorry... It's my fault... The fault lies with me, Malik, Duke, and Honda... But how could we have known about her? And how could we have known the truth about you?
The truth...?
From above and behind Bakura came Yami's voice. "What do you think?"
Bakura whirled around to look. The room had no ceiling-- the walls had a high edge, and beyond that was blackness. Standing on the edge together were Yami and Malik, in white kimonos. They looked perfectly healthy and normal. Yami had posed his question to Malik.
They were both looking into Bakura's eyes as Malik replied, "Things look very grim, but the possibility still exists. If you're going to die, go down kicking and screaming as if your hair were on fire. Don't give up."
Yami nodded. "Truer words were never spoken."
Ryou's voice: "BakuChan? BakuChan, wake up."
Bakura opened his eyes and saw tree tops, but no sky. He sat up and found that he was sitting on the big picnic blanket with Ryou, Yugi, Jouno, Anzu, Kaiba, Mokuba, and Yugi's grandpa.
RaChan smiled. "You told me to wake you if I ever saw you sleeping, remember?"
Everyone was enjoying the onigiri Ryou had brought, wearing generic smiles. Yugi said, "Of course, you know, you're still dreaming."
Bakura growled, "I suspected as much."
Anzu finished her onigiri and reached for another. "Do you experience Devil's Sleep often, Bakura? It's a dangerous game."
Jouno nodded heartily, "That's right. If you keep dancing with Sadako, you might never wake up."
Mokuba was in Kaiba's arms. He looked scared.
Bakura looked at him for a long second, then noticed that Kaiba was glaring at him. "If you're smart, you'll leave us out of it."
Something caught Bakura's eye-- he looked and, a short distance away, Samara was walking away into the trees.
Bakura jumped up and ran after her. She faded before he reached her. He hurriedly looked around and saw her standing further in the woods. He ran to her and the same thing happened-- she vanished and reappeared deeper in the woods. Bakura let Samara lead him into a deep, shadowy grove.
She waited for him, facing the other way. He stopped and caught his breath. "Tell me what the hell is going on."
"You and your hikari will die."
"Tell me how to get rid of the curse."
"You can't."
That gave Bakura pause... He grabbed her shoulders and forced her to face him. She was dead-- her eyes had gone milky, her flesh was corroding, her hair was scraggly. Her filthy, tattered dress was soaking wet. Bakura didn't care. "You're lying! Tell me what to do!"
Samara's mouth fell open, and her voice floated out and was carried away on a breeze: "Enjoy being alive while you can."
Bakura let the corpse fall from his arms. "Ugh! That was pointless!"
"No, pointless would be to spend the next 5 days railing against your fate."
skreeee... skreeee...
Maik was there, wearing his purple midi and cargo pants. He had a gleeful smile on his face.
"You're not Malik."
"You're a smart boy."� He walked closer and got in Bakura's face. "You're cute, too. It's a shame."
"How do I get rid of the curse?"
Malik's smile vanished. "I guess you're not so smart after all."
"Stop masquerading as my friend. Show me your true face."
The smile reappeared. "You're in no position to make demands, BakaChan. It's sweet that you want to save that little cutie of yours, but there is simply no way to rid yourself of the curse, so stop trying."
Bakura seized Malik by the collar and pulled him close. He snarled, "No curse is unbeatable! Whoever you are, I will defeat you and make you pay for what you've done!"
Malik grabbed Bakura's wrist and twisted until Bakura cried out. "You may have been a badass in ancient Egypt, but these are modern times. Just give it up and turn to dust."
Malik vanished in a cloud of sand that swirled and engulfed Bakura. He shielded his face with his arms.
"BakuChan! BakuChan!"
He became aware of hands squeezing his arms, shaking him. He finally woke and looked into Ryou's frightened, teary eyes. "Oh, thank goodness. You wouldn't wake up."
He slowly sat up. His head hurt. They were still in the tiny room, but now, the steel door stood ajar, affording dim sunlight.
"Am I really awake?"
RaChan wrapped his arms around Bakura's neck.
"Yes. You're awake. Let's go home."�
At that time, Malik was riding into Tokyo on his motorcycle. In his cargo pocket was the once-shattered videotape, now good as new and ready for another showing.
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