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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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Shuichi frowned. "This doesn't make any sense."
He was standing in the livingroom of the hotel suite, surrounded by the others, who were all watching the news. Experts were arguing over how to explain away why the people in Tokyo killed their families.
Fluffy sat on one of the armchairs, with Malik perched on one of the armrests. Hiro and Ayaka sat together on a couch. Ryou and Bakura sat on the floor. KSan and Yuki were leaning against the wall.
Using an instant camera purchased from the gift shop downstairs, ShuChan had photographed himself, along with Ryou, Bakura, Malik, and Fluffy. They hoped that only Malik and Fluffy's faces would be distorted, in which case the curse would be fixable, just like in the movies.
ShuChan stared in disbelief at the photo in his hands. Everyone except Yuki and Ayaka gathered around him.
"What is it?"
o o o
Mokuba tried to lose himself in his computer game, but was unable to stop thinking about Seto. He laid on his belly on the floor with his laptop computer before him, feet absentmindedly swinging back and forth in the air as his gaze wandered once again from his game to the news channel playing on the 90" flatscreen TV over the crackling fireplace.
Seto had been gone for a couple of hours now... If anything bad happened to him, it would be on the news.
o o o
Everyone in the photo looked perfectly normal.
Ryou sighed out the breath he'd been holding.
"Well," said ShuChan, "it's not like in the movie..."
-- skreeee!
The faces in the photograph turned blood red and melted away, leaving skeletal death masks.
Shuichi recoiled and dropped the photo. "What the hell?"
Malik covered his ears and cowered in his yami's arms.
Hiro sweat dropped and pointed at the TV. "Uh, guys... what's that?"
o o o
Mokuba sat up and frowned at the TV. What is that?
The news channel was gone, replaced by a glowing circle against a pitch black background.
... skree, skreee... skree, skreee...
The image was replaced by a closeup of waves crashing at the shore.
I don't wanna watch this. He picked up the remote and changed the channel.
Digital numbers in the upper corner indicated that the channel had been changed, but the image was the same.
"What?"
o o o
They tried changing the channel, but the images remained. The waves glowed red, then there was a closeup of a face struggling under a sheet of plastic, like in The Ring... however, the plastic was transparent, not black.
Hiro ran and yanked the TV's plug out of the wall.
The images remained.
o o o
Mokuba stared at the words on the screen.
please god please
The words faded and were replaced:
YOU ARE UGLEH
A new image appeared, of two enormous hands pressing down on a tiny face-- one hand over the forehead, the other over the chin. The hands pressed until the face was pulverized in a grisly flash of blood red.
Mokuba cried out and turned away, running from the room--
There was a dog standing in the corridor.
Mokuba froze. The dog was as tall as his chest. It had short hair and a muscular body. It stood perfectly still, seemingly carved out of stone. Its body was gray, but its nose and face were pink and looked raw.
It was a pit bull.
He hesitated for a moment, then broke into a dash and ran down a side corridor. As he'd feared, the dog gave chase.
He couldn't stop, but as he ran past guard posts in the house, he saw that all the guards had vanished. He was alone.
As he ran down one hall, a door opened and Jou leaned out.
"Mokuba, over here!"
Grateful, he ran into the room. Jou shut the door just in time, and locked it. The dog was barking and snarling, throwing itself against the door.
"You okay?"
Mokuba nodded. "Not that I'm not glad or grateful, but what are you doing here, Joey?"
"I need to talk to Kaiba. Where is he?"
"He went to see Yugi."
"Where?"
"He didn't tell me."
"It's okay, Mokuba, it's me. You can tell me."
"Really, I don't--"
Jouno slapped him hard, knocking him to the floor.
The entire side of his face was hot and throbbing. He sat up and saw Jouno's silhouette approaching. When he stepped into the light, Mokuba saw that Jouno was bedraggled and clammy with rain. Leaves and pine needles clung to his pants cuffs. His hair was darkened and scraggly. He was dressed all in black. His eyes were cold and cruel, harboring a hatred Mokuba couldn't begin to comprehend. Leaning back on his forearms, the little boy shuddered.
"Tell me where Kaiba is."
"I... I..." Trembling, he shook his head, and Jouno kicked him in the face. He was thrown backwards, and curled up on the floor, coughing and choking on the blood gushing from his nose.
In a quick, fluid motion, Jouno slid out of his coat and tossed it aside.
Mokuba looked up and saw a phone on the wall, about ten feet away. Before he could try to get up and scramble over to that phone, Jouno was on top of him, pinning him down. He felt the cold floor through his shirt. His bangs were hanging down, covering his eyes.
"Joey... Please..."
Jouno started laughing. It got louder, and slowly died down. His fingers entangled themselves Mokuba's hair. Mokuba bared his teeth and grunted in the back of his throat.
"You sounded so much like me just now. Please... That's what I said, but they didn't listen." He suddenly yanked on Mokuba's hair, making him cry out.
He turned Mokuba over onto his back and pinned his arms down again. It occurred to him that Mokuba might seize the oppurtunity to kick him, so he forced himself between Mokuba's legs. Jouno looked at Mokuba, who looked back.
A crazed light sparkled in Jouno's eyes. "Well?"
No response. He blinked rapidly and breathed through coagulating blood.
He leaned closer and peered into Mokuba's face. "Are you and Kaiba really brothers? I've always wondered that, because you and he look nothing alike."
"-- When he finds out what you're doing--"
"Oh, what? I'm just playin' witcha, Mokie. And soon..." He leaned closer and murmurred into Mokuba's ear, making him squirm. "... I'll find your brother and I'll play with him, too. We'll have an awful lot of fun." He drew back just enough to look into the boy's eyes.
"Maybe I was wrong. You do sort of have his eyes. Sharp, clear... Penetrating..."
Jouno's tongue flicked out and licked some of the blood off of Mokuba's lip.
Mokuba cried out. Jouno let him jump up and run.
He didn't remember the pit bull until the door was swinging open. He recoiled, but then realized the dog was no longer there. He bounded into the corridor, Jouno's laughter echoing in his ears.
He found a phone and picked it up--
-- SKREEE!!!
He jerked and threw it against the wall.
He ran and reached one of the guard posts that had been empty when he'd first run past it. It was simply a chair with a small table beside it--
Mokuba stopped. The guard was back. He'd been mauled and torn up, and now his corpse sat against the wall, limbs splayed out, sunglasses crooked, blood smeared all over the walls and floor.
His body shook as he wept. Big Brother! Please, Big Brother, come save me!
o o o
Yugi paused and looked over to where Kaiba stood. "Are you alright? You look as if you've seen a ghost."
They were waiting together in the green room. Kaiba shook his head. "I'm fine." He brought out his cell phone and dialed the lake house.
There was a knock at the door. "It's almost time, MutouSan."
Yugi stood. "Kaiba?"
"Go without me." He was waiting for someone on the other end to pick up.
o o o
Mokuba froze, eyes wide, as he heard Jouno's footsteps echoing down the halls, getting closer.
"Where'd ya go? Don't make me chase ya."
He turned and saw Jouno lazily making his way down the corridor, running his fingertips along the wall. He thought of something and ran for it.
He ran up the stairs, frustrated that his legs weren't longer and faster. He went to the roof and tears of relief shimmered in his eyes as he approached the helicopter that was parked on its launch pad.
He sped into a run--
"Aah!!"
He was knocked to the ground. The pit bull was on top of him. He instinctively shielded his face with his forearms. The pit bull chomped down, his teeth sinking into Mokuba's flesh, making him scream.
He saw Jouno standing over him, watching with a smirk on his face.
The pit bull was shaking its jaw while keeping it closed tight around Mokuba's forearm, intensifying the pain and damage caused. Mokuba couldn't stop screaming.
After a time, Jouno seemed to have had enough, and so the pitbull vanished. Mokuba clutched his wounded arm, weak from loss of blood and crying from the pain.
"I dunno, Mokie. I see you like this... Bloody and broken, face twisted in pain... and I just gotta laugh."
This time, he didn't need to pin Mokuba's arms down, so he rested his hands beside the boy's waist to prop himself up between Mokuba's legs.
Mokuba trembled, his face slick with perspiration and blood. His voice was weak and resigned: "... why are you doing this...?"
Jouno's glinting eyes narrowed. "You still don't know who I am, do you? Well, let me give you a hint. You called me 'that stupid, creepy girl'."
Mokuba's eyes widened. "I'm sorry--"
Jouno suddenly raised his fists and pounded the gravel on either side of Mokuba's head, scaring him into silence.
"Don't insult me with an apology, Mokie. A few simple words can't fix what you did to me."
He sighed and leaned so close that their noses were almost touching, and gazed into those eyes that reminded him so much of Seto Kaiba.
"... Kaiba..."
He tilted his head and kissed Mokuba hungrily, forcing his tongue into the boy's mouth.
Mokuba was too weak and injured to fight back.
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