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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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*BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM*
"I know you're awake, Tomb Keeper, OPEN UP!!"�
Malik opened his apartment door and Bakura kicked him in the shin. He fell to one knee, massaging the pain away. "What the hell are you doing now?"
"Get out of the way so I can come in."
Malik blinked. In one hand, Bakura held a DVD. Under his other arm was Ryou, who waved.
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"I should have known better than to let my light watch any disc that belonged to that shit." Bakura was on Malik's couch with Ryou, looking like a sweaty bundle of frayed nerves.
Ryou glanced at Malik, who was wearing that purple thing he always wore. Ryou got a quick mental image of Malik's closet, crammed with a thousand identical purple midis. "I'm sorry for barging in like this. I hope we're not keeping you..."
"Well, you are."� Fluffy (known to some as Yami Marik) came from the bedroom and wrapped his arms around Malik. "We've got concert tickets."�
Bakura snatched the tickets out of Fluffy's hand-- I've got to talk to him about that bad habit, Ryou thought-- and looked. "Ask?! Those guys are pussies!"� He ripped the tickets up.
Fluffy let go of Malik, veins popping out all over his face. "Why the fuck did you do that?"�
Malik screamed, "You asshole! Bad Luck's opening for them, and the singer's hot!"� In one massive force, they fell on Bakura, punching and kicking.
Ryou stood, tiny pale fists clenched, "Guys, stop! ... Hmm..." He went to the kitchen and came back with a bucket of ice water, which he sloshed all over the three of them. They stopped fighting, wet, shivering, and bloody.
Malik sneezed in Bakura's face, then climbed off of him. "So, what did you need, Ryou?"
"What about the concert? I wanna see ShuChan! SHU-CHAN SHU-CHAN SHU-CHAN--!"
Bakura jammed his fist into Fluffy's mouth. "What kind of villain are you? Just go and steal your tickets from some lame Mary Sues. Moron."�
Malik smiled. "Well, if we're going to do that, why don't you two come with us? How about it, Ryou?"�
It must be nice to have no moral compass. Instead of replying, he picked up the DVD and handed it to Malik. "I need you to explain to BakuChan that this is an ordinary plastic disc with no mystical properties. He won't listen to me."�
"Ah, The Ring."� Malik took the DVD and looked it over. "Gore Verbinski's version had a creepier look, but Ringu's Sadako was way scarier than Samara." He looked at Bakura and held the case up. "This is a mass-produced American movie based on a mass-produced Japanese movie which was, in turn, based on a novel, which was completely fictional. There's no Sadako or Samara, so stop being an idiot..."
"But the pharaoh cursed that disc! He added a mini- feature that really kills you! My hikari and I are fucked!"
"See, Malik? He's absolutely convinced that we're actually going to die in a week."
Malik arched an eyebrow. "What the hell do you care, Tomb Robber? Technically, you died three thousand years ago."
"Who gives a shit if I die? I'm worried about Ryou!"�
There was a long silence as everyone stared at BakuChan, whose fervent glare was focused on RaChan. Bakura raised his hand and placed it over his heart-- for a moment Ryou thought he was going to recite a poem or something-- and pulled the millennium ring out from under his shirt. "Do you have any idea what a pain in the ass it'll be if he dies and I have to wait for a new avatar?"
Ryou sighed. So that's all I mean to you...
"Well�," Malik said, "If you're that worried, There's a way to stop the curse."�
Malik put the disc into the DVD/VCR combo, then put in a blank tape. He straightened and faced the three sitting on the couch.
"To avoid dying in a week, you make a copy and show it to someone. Fluffy and I will sit here with you and watch while it records; then you and Ryou will be fine."
"But then won't you be cursed?"�
"We saw it last year and we were fine. There's no actual curse, Bakura."� He sat. It was: Fluffy, Malik, Bakura, Ryou. "Just watch closely at the end. If there were really a curse, you'd catch a glimpse of Samara climbing out of the well before it ends, just like in the movie. But it won't happen."�
Ryou squeezed Bakura's hand to reassure him, and they started.
It played exactly the same as before. No glimpse of Samara. But the phone rang, startling the hikaris.
It was on the end table next to Fluffy, so he answered it.
"Hello? ... Okay. Bye."� He looked at the others. "Wrong number."
Ryou sighed relief, and smiled at BakuChan. "See? We're fine."�
"Yeah"�, said Malik, "So let's head out to that concert."
"The phone rang... Wait, it rang back at the house! It was this creepy girl, just like in the movie! She said, 'Seven days'."�
Malik looked up from turning off the machines. "Is it that hard to picture Little Yugi putting Anzu up to it?"
"Yeah, that's probably what it was, BakuChan. Don't worry about it."�
"I suppose......"
But how did they know exactly what time to call?
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