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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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The two bleach-haired yamis waited in the stairwell. All the walls were concrete. The stairs were cement poured into framework. They were waiting for their hikaris so they could all sneak out of the hospital.
Bakura sniffed, feeling chilled, and stuffed his hands into his coat pockets. "What time is it?"
"It's 1am. Wednesday."
BakuChan's eyes widened and he snarled, "Shit, it's already fucking Wednesday? How..." He rubbed his forehead. "Fucking drugs."
"Are you coming down yet?"
BakuChan blinked hard, feeling unnerved. He sighed and closed his eyes. I can't wait for these drugs to leave my body, so I can feel like myself again.
He had his back pressed against the wall, its cold comfort grounding him. He started to feel as if the room were moving around beyond his closed eyelids. He felt himself losing consciousness...
Out of the wall came Sadako's arm. It snaked around Bakura's waist and took hold of him, blood and pus shimmering on her torn fingertips.
Bakura gasped and his eyes snapped open as he jumped away from the wall. There was nothing there.
"What's wrong with you?" Fluffy was leaning against the guardrail, his arms crossed, his deep purple Rare Hunters cloak covering most of his body.
Bakura frowned. "Were you always wearing that?"
"Of course." He tilted his head. "What's wrong?"
He turned and pointed at the wall. "There was an arm..." He looked at Fluffy again. "Am I awake?"
"Yes."
"How do I know you're not just saying that? How do I know I'm not having another fucking nightmare?" His eyes darted as he tried to assess his surroundings.
Fluffy pinched Bakura's face very hard.
"Ow!" He rubbed it and pouted at Fluffy.
"There. You're awake. Don't fall apart on me."
The door opened, making a loud metal scraping sound that echoed up and down the stairwell. Malik entered, followed by RaChan. As he and his yami laid eyes on each other, their faces lit up.
Bakura opened his arms, and Ryou ran to him.
"BakuChan!"
They embraced, something Bakura never would have allowed before any of this started. They backed and looked into each other's eyes.
"Daijoubu ka, BakuChan?"
He nodded. "I'm alright. Are you...?"
"Yes." He hugged his yami tighter.
Malik and Fluffy were starting down the stairs. "Wanna wrap up the love-in, boys? We've got a curse to break."
o o o
"Your car looks like shit."
It was parked in the alley between the hospital and another building... Eiri Yuki's stolen car.
"Yeah, I crashed it into a tree, but it's still drivable." Malik noticed the others' stony faces. "What?"
Fluffy gave Malik a sharp whack on the ass, making him yelp. "I'm an insane yami and even I know better than to drive around in a wrecked, stolen car."
"Well, it's not like the four of us will fit on my motorcycle."
"Let's just take the bus," RaChan offered.
Malik and Fluffy scowled.
Bakura perked and looked around. "Someone's coming."
They ran and hid behind some trashcans. Soon, a sleek black car appeared and parked near Yuki's car. The driver's door opened and a tall man with long, blonde hair in a ponytail emerged. The passenger's door opened and Shuichi Shindo stepped out. He covered his mouth and nose. "Man, it really stinks in here." He and the blonde approached Yuki's car.
"That's it, alright. Now, to track down the thief." The anonymous blonde pulled out a rifle and cocked it, making Shuichi and the four hidden blondes sweat drop.
Bakura glared daggers at Malik, who smiled nervously and shrugged.
ShuChan stepped forward, looking up and down the garbage-addled alley.
"Malik?"
No reply.
"Malik, we're not angry. I just want to talk, and help you, if I can."
BakuChan snorted. "Does he really expect anyone to--" Air rushed past him. He blinky-blinked, then realized that Malik and Fluffy were now glomping ShuChan.
Malik nuzzled the hollow of ShuChan's neck. "You're so adorable. I've got your album, and I went to your concert..."
Fluffy stuck his tongue in ShuChan's ear, making him laugh. "Mmm, my favorite song is Glaring Dream."
"I like The Rage Beat."
The ponytailed blonde took aim with the rifle and shot Malik and Fluffy in the heads. They hit the ground.
Ryou jumped up, tears in his eyes. "Malik! Fluffy!"
They slowly sat up, groaning and rubbing their heads. Ryou knelt beside Malik. "Are you alright?"
"Well, I'm not dead."
"Don't worry," ShuChan assured them, "Mr. K uses special bullets. They're non-lethal."
"But they hurt like a mad bastard."
Sighing to himself, Bakura came out of hiding and joined the group.
o o o
They were stuffed rather uncomfortably into the backseat of K's car. Bakura and Fluffy sat at the windows, with Ryou and Malik in the middle. Chin in hand, Bakura gazed out the window. He hadn't noticed when it had started raining.
... three days left...
ShuChan was sitting sideways, talking to them. Bakura didn't participate in the discussion, but he listened.
"... So, the cursed tape is real? When's your deadline?"
"Saturday."
"X-mas." Ryou chuckled humorlessly.
"That's not much time at all, but I'll help any way I can."
Malik shook his head. "We can't ask you to risk your life for us. You're too important."
RaChan nodded. "You should go back to Kyoto. You'll be safe there."
"There's no way I'm gonna leave you guys to deal with this alone. I'm staying."
click!
Still driving with one hand, K's other hand suddenly had a handgun pointed at ShuChan's head, the barrel pressing against his temple. "We're dropping them off, then going back to Kyoto."
ShuChan didn't flinch. "I'm staying."
KSan cocked the gun.
"Can't you see that this is more important than the new album?"
Fluffy bounced up in his seat. "New album? What are the songs like? Can you sing a few lines?"
Malik started hopping up and down. "Yeah, yeah, sing something!"
Bakura rolled his eyes and squeezed Ryou's hand a little tighter.
o o o
Yugi and Anzu had searched the entire hospital, but couldn't find Jouno.
They stood in the lobby. It was almost 2 am.
"He wouldn't just leave us," said Anzu. "Something has happened to him, I can feel it."
Yugi touched her hand, and she took him in a tight embrace. They wept together. They were the only ones left in the circle of friendship.
"Yugi...?" She held his face, wiping his tears away with her thumbs. Her eyes scanned his for a moment, then she leaned forward and brushed her lips against his. She closed her eyes, and tears ran down to their lips, giving the kiss a salty warmth. Unsure of himself, Yugi placed his hands on Anzu's hips and returned the kiss as well as he could, trying to convey all his affection through touch.
They broke and hugged each other again.
Yugi whispered, "I've always wished you would do that." He closed his eyes and found himself thinking about Yami.
A male voice: "Yugi!"
They looked up to see Yugi's grandfather approaching, with a police officer in tow.
"Grandpa, what's wrong?"
o o o
Malik's Harley FXDB Daytona was gone.
He stood and stared dumbly up and down the communal carport, seeing only the vehicles belonging to neighbors, and an empty slot where he usually parked. He didn't seem to notice Ryou and Bakura standing behind him, or the fact that his mouth was hanging open.
Fluffy sauntered up and hooked his arm around Malik's shoulder, a playful grin on his face as he used his free hand to close Malik's mouth, clicking his teeth shut.
ShuChan and Mr. K had parked the car, and now joined the group. ShuChan arched an eyebrow at the eerie silence. "What's wrong? Why isn't anyone talking?"
RaChan wondered, "Stolen?"
Malik snapped to. He looked at RaChan and held up a keychain, jingling it. "But I've got the keys right here." He pulled away from Fluffy and kicked one of the carport's support columns. "Fuck!"
"Malik, there you are." A tiny old lady in layers of kimono approached the group. "Ah, and Fluffy's here, too. I was starting to worry about you two."
"Our landlady," Malik told Shuichi.
She smiled sweetly at them through coke bottle glasses. "Why, Fluffy, what happened to your throat?"
He smiled back. "I cut myself shaving."
"You need to be more careful." She looked around at them. "Why don't you all come into my parlor for tea and cookies?"
"Thanks, but we're in kind of a hurry..." He gazed sadly at the empty slot again. "Did you see who took my motorcycle?"
Mrs. Yoshikawa's expression became stern. "Malik, I'll only tell you this once: Stay away from drugs."
"Huh? What?"
"You probably crashed it somewhere..." She turned and headed for her office, and they followed her.
o o o
They all sat in Mrs. Yoshikawa's parlor eating pecan sandies. It was a small Japanese style room, with a tatami mat floor, and a kotatsu being the focal piece of furniture.
Malik was shamelessly packing away the cookies as fast as he could. RaChan and ShuChan each ate one. Mr. K sat against the wall, rifle in hand, and Fluffy didn't eat any, either. Bakura wouldn't even look at the platter stacked high with pecan sandies topped heavily with powdered sugar. The truth was, he wished he could sit down beside Malik and devour them all, but he didn't want anyone to see him doing that.
Malik finished, and RaChan giggled, "You've got powdered sugar all over your face." Napkin in hand, he lovingly cleaned Malik's face, while Bakura became fascinated with a scroll hanging on the other wall.
Mrs. Yoshikawa sighed, "I can't sleep worth a shit lately. Every night this week, no matter what I do, I can't fall asleep until 3 or 4 in the morning. Then I wake up at 6 or 7 'cause I have to pee, and can't fall asleep again." She sipped from her tea cup.
Ryou said, "Maybe the tea you drink has caffeine in it."
"Oh, this isn't tea. It's Pepsi." She sipped contentedly.
Malik took a few swallows from his own cup, which was cocoa. "So anyway, did you talk to me Sunday?"
She gave him a look and RaChan jumped in. "Malik got a bump on the head, so he can't remember much of what happened that day."
"So, that's what happened. Well, let's see, I waved goodbye when your friends picked you up in that car. I was so glad you didn't take your motorcycle, the weather being as bad as it was..."
"Did you see him again after that?"
"Yes, when he came back alone."
o o o
Honking, the 18-wheeler pulled over to the side of the road in the outskirts of Domino. A boy walked up to it and climbed in.
The pudgy middle aged driver looked his new passenger over. The boy was wearing black leather pants and a thick black coat. He had blonde hair and chocolate colored eyes.
"Where ya headin', Boy?"
"Just keep going straight."
The truck pulled away from the shoulder and picked up a little speed, tooling down the road.
Nervous, the driver made an attempt at small talk. "So, what brings you to Japan?"
Jouno glared at him.
He chuckled self consciously. "The weather's been a real bitch, ne?"
After a few long seconds, Jouno directed his gaze straight ahead. "I don't like answering questions. Turn here."
The driver did it without thinking and was suddenly off his route.
"Keep driving." He gazed out the window at the trees whipping past.
He held the softly glowing Sennen Rod upon his lap.
o o o
The door to Malik and Fluffy's apartment was open just a crack. Malik pushed it open with his fingertips, and the six men entered the disaster area inside. Papers and books were strewn around in the livingroom. It looked as if they'd been robbed, except the TV and stereo were untouched. Malik saw through the kitchen doorway that the cabinets had all been left wide open, and the drawers were hanging out as far as they'd go. He frowned, then felt Ryou's hand weaving its fingers between his and giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. He squeezed back, feeling disturbed at the thought of that evil bitch looking through his things.
Mr. K and Fluffy were looking through the rest of the rooms: Malik and Fluffy's bedrooms, and the bathroom they shared.
ShuChan knelt, looking at the papers on the floor. It seemed to just be schoolwork. The books were mostly textbooks, stuff on ancient civilizations... "Why did she make such a mess? Was she looking for something?"
Bakura thought first of the millennium items, but he knew Malik no longer possessed any. He couldn't think of anything else Malik had that was of any importance.
Fluffy called out, "You better come take a look at this."
They followed his voice into Malik's bedroom. The light in the adjoining bathroom was on, and the door was wide open. Fluffy was leaning against the doorframe, waiting for them. Ryou became aware of a bad smell coming from the bathroom, not the kind of smell you'd expect. He was suddenly reminded of something he hadn't thought about in years... When he was little, he'd had a pet rat named Moshi. She'd lived to the ripe old age of three years, and when she'd died, he'd been reluctant to let go. He'd put her in a shoebox, but kept it for days to make sure she was truly dead. Soon, she'd begun to rot...
Malik recognized one of his outfits crumpled on the floor, caked with dried blood. The bathtub was stained with a rusty tinge.
"It's their blood... Honda, Duke, and Mai..." Clamping a hand over his mouth, Malik backed until he bumped into the wall, then slid down to the floor. Hands covering his face, he was shocked to feel tears tumbling from his eyes. RaChan's embrace surrounded him, and soft words warmed his earlobe: "It wasn't you, Malik. You didn't do this."
"But I did. The prank... It was my idea."
Fluffy growled, "Nevermind that. We need to clean up this mess before anyone sees."
There was knocking at the door.
Everyone froze, hoping whoever it was would go away.
More knocking.
"Malik Ishtar, this is the Domino City Police! Open the door!"
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