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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
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"Is there any change?"
"No. Their eyes have this dazed, half dead glaze."
"I'm almost there."
The cellar Ryou was exploring was dank and cold, with clay walls. Cheap wire hung overhead, encasing yellowed, flickering lights as they swung back and forth. There was a crack or open window somewhere, because Ryou could feel a steady breath of ice-cold wind that chilled him to his core. His skin was as cold and wet as clay.
Soon he approached a wall of steel wire mesh with a door leading inside. He got close and peered through the wire. It was a small enclosure-- 6' x 10'. Against the wall were rusting steel shelves up to the ceiling, crowded with junk. His eyes were drawn to something that was glowing-- it was in a white plastic bag, but Ryou could tell that it must be Malik's duel disk.
"I've found it�," he said into his cell phone.
On the other end of the connection, Yugi smiled and turned towards the others. "He found it."
Jouno and Anzu were on their knees beside the images of Malik, Honda, Duke, and Mai.
At first, they had appeared to be in a state of fitful sleep, their eyes closed, and brows creased. If any had tried to touch them to rouse them, their hands would go through, but Jou and Anzu had been shouting all sorts of encouragements, causing them to open their eyes. However, they seemed as if catatonic, and would not respond when called to.
Kaiba was standing nearby as Jouno beseeched Honda and Mai to speak to them.
"Just give up, Mutt. They can't hear you."
Jou and Anzu turned and glared at Kaiba. "We got them to open their eyes, didn't we?"
"Yeah, since when did Moneybags become a quitter?"
Kaiba snorted, but shut up.
Back in the basement of the Domino Police Station, Ryou carefully set down the cell phone, then dug into his pockets, and brought out the travel lock picking kit he'd been planning to give to Bakura for X-mas.
It was probably a bad gift idea, but I knew it would make him smile... and Bakura's smile is so rare and precious to me.
o o o
It was the middle of the night in Kyoto, and all was silent save for a soft breeze. Malik stood alone on a wood plank porch, gazing out at a neatly raked stone garden. He wore a kimono of lavender over white, embroidered with delicate plum blossoms of various colors.
A woman's voice startled him: "You should get some sleep."
A beautiful woman appeared from inside the house. Malik couldn't remember her name, but she was Yuki's sister. Shuichi had told her and Yuki's father that Malik was a lost foreigner who needed help. Malik wouldn't elaborate or deny; he simply kept his eyes downcast and said thank you when they allowed him to stay.
"It's beautiful here. I really like this place."
"You can stay as long as you need to, but you'll be doing chores to earn your keep tomorrow morning."
Malik nodded heartily. He stopped, eyes wide.
What the hell am I doing?
He quickly turned away, his head down. "I can't stay long. I've got unfinished business elsewhere."
"You're not going back to Tokyo, are you?"
"Of course not. You couldn't pay me to set foot in that shit hole... Sorry."
Mika stepped out onto the porch to join Malik. For a few long seconds, she didn't say anything, and Malik waited.
"... They hated your looks, didn't they?"
Malik didn't realize how tense he'd been until he relaxed, and his shoulders slumped considerably.
"I watched my brother suffer through it. I know how some people can act over stupid things."
Malik covered his eyes, ashamed of how near he was to crying. "I'm very tired. I need to go to bed--"
Mika grabbed his arm. Malik looked at her with startled lavender eyes, and a tear tumbled down.
"Tell me, Malik, or it'll keep eating you up inside." Her grip wasn't very tight, but Malik couldn't fight the feeling that if he tried to pull away, she'd probably rip his arm off.
He sighed. "I've been obsessed with Japanese culture for years. I would watch every documentary on TV, check out every library book, search the web for anything involving geisha or samurai. Their lives were so exciting and elegant. I wished to be one of them."
Mika had let go. The breeze chilled him, and he hugged himself.
"When I was finally able to come to Japan, I was so excited."� He shook his head. "It wasn't how I expected. Tokyo was horrible."
o o o
Ryou had hoped that having shared the same body as a master thief, even briefly, would somehow imbue him with some of his yami's expertise. He was wrong. It took him twenty minutes to pick the lock and open the door.
There was a small ceiling window to the right of the shelves, propped open to let in a chilly night breeze. Ryou tried to close it, but it was stuck.
He opened the plastic bag and pulled out Malik's duel disk, which was activated and glowing. He spoke into the cell phone: "It's on, but there are no cards in it."
Back at the mansion, Kaiba said, "The duel disks are programmed to activate only once a duelist has placed it on his arm, and begins a duel. There's no 'on' or 'off' switch.'
Malik's voice: "Destroy it."
o o o
It was dark. Mika had gone to bed, and Malik was alone, standing over Shuichi Shindo's futon. It was not the American version, but a mattress laid out on the floor. Shuichi was snoring softly.
Malik got closer on all fours and peered at his face.
Shuichi's breath caught in his throat, and he opened his eyes. Seeing Malik's face, he yelped, making them both jump.
ShuChan sat up, clutching his chest and panting. "You scared the hell out of me! What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry. I just..."� He let the sentence hang.
"Is something wrong?'
Yes, everything's wrong. Everything's spinning out of control.
"No."� He looked at Shuichi and felt desire so powerful that he made a conscious effort not to throw Shuichi down and reenact some of his favorite fan fiction scenarios.
ShuChan looked at the digital clock that sat on the floor nearby. "It's 2 am. Can't you sleep?"
Malik shook his head. "I've been sleeping way too much lately."
o o o
"Destroy it."
Kaiba recoiled at the sound of Malik's voice. He looked at the glowing, holographic image of Malik on the floor, and saw Malik blink.
Jouno and Anzu tried to get closer, but at the same time, didn't want to crowd him. "Malik!"
"Come on, talk to us!"
He shifted his gaze to look at them, but didn't move, as if paralyzed or extremely exhausted. "Destroy the duel disk."
Yugi watched this, the cell phone in his hand forgotten. "What'll happen if we do that?"
"We're in limbo. We're trapped here by that evil bitch... We want to be free."
Tears shone in Anzu's eyes. "Your bodies are... They were cut into pieces. If we set you free, you won't have anywhere to go."
"Anything's better than this."
Anzu began to cry. They all knew there was nothing they could do for their friends, except...
Tears blurring his vision, Yugi spoke into the phone: "Destroy the duel disk."
Back in the dank basement, Ryou nodded. "Okay." He set the phone down, then raised the duel disk high over his head, braced to slam it into the concrete floor.
o o o
Malik gasped and leapt to his feet.
Shuichi called, "What's wrong?" and as Malik ran off, he cried out, "I gotta go do something!"
o o o
SKREEEE!
The sound was so sudden and penetrating that Ryou cried out and covered his ears, hunched over in pain. He dropped the duel disk, but it was sturdy enough to survive a simple fall.
It died down quickly, and as Ryou regained his composure, he realized it had been replaced by the sound of footprints.
Tap... tap... tap...
They were slow and deliberate, and they were getting closer. They were coming from outside the open window. He stared with wide eyes at the patch of jet-black night, his stomach knotting up as cold sweat shone on his pale skin.
Tap... tap... tap...
Even though he'd been anticipating it, he jolted when two feet stepped into view. They were woman's feet, wearing white one inch pumps, cloth, somewhat dirty. Instead of passing by, they stopped, then turned to face Ryou, and were still. All Ryou could see of this person was those feet, and he wanted nothing more than to not see the rest.
... skreee...
Ryou was struck with the feeling that someone was standing behind him no, he was positive of it. He stood cemented in place, staring at the feet.
It's the same person. The woman standing there is also the woman standing right behind me. I can't look at her face-- if I see her face, then I'll really lose it.
Yugi's tiny voice came from the cell phone. "Ryou, are you alright? Ryou?"
The woman in the window knelt-- for one horrible moment, Ryou thought she was going to look in at him-- and set a suitcase on the ground, then turned and walked away. The feeling that someone was behind him dissipated, and he approached the suitcase, blinking at it. It was brown leather, very simple looking.
Ryou thought about it for a moment, then put the cell phone in his pocket and hooked the duel disk onto his arm, and clamored through the window, onto the sidewalk behind the police station.
He reached for the suitcase slowly, afraid to touch it. He brushed its surface lightly with his fingertips, then tapped, then slapped it. Nothing.
He let out the breath he'd been holding, and laid it flat so he could open it.
A scratching sound came from inside the suitcase. Ryou backed up on his haunches, sucking in a huge breath.
scratch-scratch
A tiny girl's voice pleaded: "Help, please, I'm trapped in here..."
The suitcase was too small to hold anything larger than a newborn infant, and infants can't talk.
What am I supposed to do?
--scratch-scratch-scratch--
"Please, is anyone out there? I'm trapped... I'm running out of air..."
Ryou unlatched and threw open the suitcase lid. Thousands upon thousands of flies surged forward and swarmed around him, filling his vision.
He thrashed around, trying not to inhale them. Swinging his arms, he accidentally slammed the duel disk into the wall of the police station. It cracked, and began giving off sparks. Without thinking, he reached to tear it off his arm, and was electrocuted. He slumped to the sidewalk, out cold.
o o o
Everyone in the den gasped and backed away, shielding their eyes. The images of Malik, Honda, Duke, and Mai burst into a whirlwind of sparkling light that glared and hurt their eyes. The light rose through the ceiling, and after it was gone, a thick cloak of darkness and sorrow fell over them.
Kaiba heard Yugi, Jouno, and Anzu weeping.
One of Kaiba's guards turned on the light, and Yugi-tachi looked frantically about the room.
"They're gone."
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