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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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What a wretched figure I must pose...
All Jouno could hear were raindrops slapping the forest floor and his quick, shallow breaths. He stepped slowly, deliberately, trying not to slip on the muddy uphill trail he trudged upon. He was soaked through his layers of clothes, frozen to the bone. He shivered uncontrollably, his bangs plastered to his forehead.
He stopped and looked up to where the trail disappeared in the fog. The trees around him were slender and young, but densely packed. There were no signs of civilization about. The trail he stood on was used mostly in the summer.
He felt ill from lack of food and sleep, and was exhausted from hours of hiking up this trail. For some time now, the predominant thought on Jouno's mind had been how nice it would be to simply collapse in the mud and sleep for a while.
I can't stop... I'm so close... I'm so close!
He sighed and closed his eyes for a few moments, then forced his legs to start walking again.
I'm almost there. He's waiting for me. Once I see him, it'll be worth it.
I'll see you again... Those beautiful eyes, that steely gaze... and this time, you'll love me.
I'll make you love me, I don't care what it takes.
... I'm so close!
o o o
"How did it get to be night?"
ShuChan gazed at the darkening sky. He stood with KSan, Bakura, Ryou, Malik, and Fluffy by an immense water fountain in Domino Plaza. There were people milling about, walking quickly. Everyone except K was wearing a Rare Hunters cloak or a heavy coat with the hood pulled up. They had been on TV all day, eluding the police. The footage of Malik's apartment exploding was getting old.
Everyone was giving them a wide berth.
Ryou sighed, "I'd love a hot shower right now." He, Bakura, and Fluffy had jumped out of their police car and escaped into the sewers.
Fluffy tugged up the collar of his shirt and sniffed it, then sighed the breath out as if he were smelling good food or fine perfume. "Ah, the sweet scent of success."
RaChan sweatdropped. Hard to believe such a strange creature was sprung from my beautiful aijin. He smiled at Malik, who smiled back.
KSan's cell phone rang. "Yeah. Okay, we're on our way."
o o o
Anzu frowned at the pockmarks the bullets had left in her face. "Do you think they'll scar?"
When Yugi didn't answer, she turned away from her mirror and looked at him. "Yugi?"
He sat on Anzu's bed, feet dangling over the edge, head lowered. He looked absolutely defeated.
She walked across the room and knelt before him, taking his hands into her own. "It'll be alright, trust me."
He looked up at Anzu, his face streaked with tears. His eyes wavering frantically, he pulled her into his arms with a sudden ferocity that took Anzu's breath away. After a second, she realized he was crying.
"...Yugi..."
He drew back and a reflection of something golden caught her eye. She realized that Yugi was holding the Millennium Tauk, from Ishizu's necklace.
"I used it... to look... and..."
"What is it? What did you see?"
"Everyone's going to die."
o o o
The boys were taken to a scuzzy part of town, to what appeared to be an office building under construction. The perimeter was marked by a high concrete wall. The boys were in two dingy old taxi cabs. They were driven past "Under Construction" and "Stay Out" signs, through heaps of debris piled high outside the building, to a heavily chained entrance. They all got out and the cabs drove off, wheels screeching with a suddenness that made RaChan jump and grab Bakura.
Bakura looked at him, causing him to blush and back away. "Sorry."
"It's okay."
Malik crinkled his nose at the looks of the place.
Fluffy grumbled, "I'm not going in there. I'm already getting flashbacks of that damn hole in the ground in Egypt."
KSan unlocked the chains, and he disappeared into the shadows. Bakura and Ryou followed, hand in hand.
The two Egyptians lingered, not wanting to go into that familiar dark. They didn't seem to notice that they were squeezing each other's hands tight enough to turn their fingers white.
ShuChan paused at the entrance, then turned and smiled kindly at them before going in. They allowed themselves to be drawn in after him.
There was a large area with a concrete floor, and many pillars. The ceiling was high, with moonlight glowing through a bank of industrial windows high above floor level. The floor was littered with dustballs, little bits of trash, and the dried out shells of dead cockroaches.
KSan led the way, his lighter casting a dim glow. Their footfalls echoed and bounced off the far walls.
Malik frowned, his arm hooked around his yami's elbow. "Do you hear that?"
"What?"
"That sound, that fucking sound." He stopped and pulled away, his hands clamped over his ears. "Shut up shut up SHUT UP!" He was hyperventilating.
The others stopped.
"What's wrong?"
"What is it?"
"What the hell are you doing?"
Fluffy put his arms around his hikari in an attempt to calm him. Malik struck out at him, knocking him backwards. "She's here, she's pressing on me from all sides! She's still inside me...!" He clawed at his chest, fingernails digging into his flesh.
They tried to stop him. He screamed and thrashed about. "She's here! She's crawling on the ceiling!"
They followed Malik's gaze, but nothing was there. They looked all over, but saw nothing. Malik was held fast in his yami's arms, tears in his eyes, breathing in shallow gasps.
Bakura was chagrined and somewhat disgusted to see the former leader of the Rare Hunters in such pathetic form. "What the hell's wrong with you?"
Fluffy would have slapped him if not for Malik in his arms. "He's claustrophobic."
Bakura looked around. "This place is huge! What are you throwing a fit over?" He sneered dispassionately at Malik, who wilted in Fluffy's arms.
Ryou stepped forward. "I get it. This must be just like Egypt, right, Malik?"
He nodded.
Ryou intertwined his fingers with Malik's, and Fluffy took Malik's other hand. They gently pulled him along, and he started walking again.
Bakura followed behind them. He could hear RaChan murmurring reassurances in Malik's ear.
"It'll be okay. We're in Japan, everything's okay..."
Yeah, right. Bakura made no attempt to keep his voice down: "What a fucking baby."
o o o
The drapes were all closed. The only two lights in the immense room were the fire blazing in the oversized hearth, and the glow of the computer screen. The only sounds were the crackling flame and the endless click, tap on the keyboard.
The tall doors cracked open and a man in a black suit stood in the doorway. "Master Kaiba, you have a phone call."
Kaiba didn't stop. "I said no interruptions."
"It's Yugi Mutou, Sir."
The click, tap stopped. Kaiba swiveled in his leather chair and picked up the phone. "Yugi."
"I need your help, Kaiba."
o o o
They approached a rusty steel door that looked like it must be two feet thick.
RaChan frowned. "There's no doorknob..."
KSan reached into a hole where the wall and floor met. His arm went in up to the shoulder. Soon something clicked, and the door slowly swung open on its own.
The first thing that met Bakura's eyes was the color gold, and he felt a brief nostalgia about his days as a tomb robber.
The pillars in the next room were gold. The floor was covered in designer carpeting. There was a large desk and a sitting area with plush leather furniture around a bubbling fountain.
A young man in a black suit strode up to them and welcomed them with a smile: "Good evening, Gentlemen. Welcome to the Hotel Tetra."
The Tetra was Domino's most secret hotel. The staff was quite accustomed to celebrities and VIPs checking in, people who treasured privacy above all else. It was perfect. Not even the police or press knew about it, but KSan did.
When they checked in, the girl behind the desk didn't bat an eye. "I saw you on the news today. I was hoping you'd get away." There was a tiny 5" x 5" screen TV behind the desk.
"Hmm, that reminds me," said Malik. "When did people start watching TV again? Aren't they afraid of what might happen?"
"Most people are fools. They can witness the most bizarre things, and as soon as it's over, their little minds get right to work digging around for a logical explanation."
"Excuse me," said ShuChan, "but where's your gift shop?"
She pointed the way.
"I'll be right back." He ran off.
She handed KSan a key. "I took the liberty of giving you SakumaSan's usual suite. I hope it pleases."
o o o
There were other guests going about their business. There were very familiar faces, mostly politicians. ShuChan left them alone, and they left ShuChan alone.
The gift shop was pretty small, with very large windows, but Shuichi couldn't see into them. He frowned and stopped just a few feet away. The windows were filthy, as if they had been painted over. He started and realized that all the people were gone. Everyone. Even stranger, ShuChan could see the check-in desk from where he stood. His companions were no longer there, and the desk clerk was gone, too.
Shuichi became aware of a strange throbbing sound lodged in his ears. He looked at the windows again and realized that they were painted with blood.
Footsteps came running up behind Shuichi-- a mad dash. Just as the footsteps reached him, he jumped and pivoted on his heel in a defensive stance, eyes alert and nervous.
Nothing was there, but he heard a small girl laughing.
He took a deep breath... "Whoever you are, come out and show yourself! I mean you no harm, my friends and I just want to help you!"
A long pause. Slowly, the sound rose...
... skreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...
A tiny voice: "...please..."
It came from inside the gift shop.
"...please, god, please..."
He stepped into the doorway. The interior was empty, with a mud floor. Laying on the middle of the floor was a tiny little girl. She had been beaten. She gazed at the ceiling, tears pouring from her eyes. Her voice was so weak and soft... "... please, god, please..."
Her panties were on one ankle, inside out. She'd been raped.
Shuichi ran to her.
I'll scoop her up into my arms and carry her to the front desk. They must have doctors.
Before he reached her, he tripped over something, and hit the floor. He gasped and jumped back to his feet, because he thought he'd fallen on the girl.
"Are you alright?"
He found himself addressing an empty spot on the linoleum floor.
He looked around. He was standing in a perfectly normal gift shop. The old lady at the register was glaring at him for running into and knocking over one of the displays.
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