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Hellraisers III: Items of Mass Dysfunction

Chapter IV: Self Service

            Bakura yawned as he pulled into a small self-service gas station He turned off the van and
looked around. The time was creeping near 5 AM. The sun was barely over the horizon. Light fog
hovered over the dew kissed grass.
Bakura got out and walked around the van. His eyes scanned over the out-dated gas pump. He
was oblivious as to how it worked. He cursed repeatedly about how “modern technology can go
blow itself,” than crossed his fingers and hoped like hell he was flipping the right lever.
To his relief, the pump reset itself. He grinned triumphantly as he placed the gas nozzle into the
opening of the van’s gas tank. He gave himself a mental grope for being so damn intelligent as he
got back into the van and waited for the van to fill up.
Ryou groaned quietly in his sleep.
Loud snoring was heard coming from the back of the van where Marik and Malik had called it a
night.
Bakura eased his seat back. He folded his arms behind his head and took a few moments to rest
his eyes.
“Where are we?” Ryou asked sleepily.
Bakura opened one eye and looked at Ryou. “Somewhere. Go back to sleep,” he said sharply.
Ryou yawned as he opened his door, ignoring Bakura’s order, “I’ll be right back.”
Bakura snapped his eyes open. He reached over and grabbed Ryou’s arm. “Just where do you
think you are going?” he asked, glaring deeply into Ryou’s eyes.
Ryou calmly pulled his arm from Bakura’s grasp. “For your information, I’m going to find the
bathroom. We’ve been driving forever, and certain gods are in line for their daily offerings; I
NEED TO TAKE A SERIOUS PEE, OKAAAY?”
Bakura growled under his breath as he retracted his hand, “Fine, go, but don’t take long.”
“Yes, mommy,” Ryou mocked as he shut the door.
“Ingrate,” Bakura grumbled
.

            Yugi slid down the banister and hurried down into the kitchen. The deliciously sexy
aroma of bacon and french toast floated below his nose. It’s inviting tendrils pulled him over to
the stove where the former Pharaoh was slaving away with some old KISS cd cranked up loud
and shaking his skinny ass.
“Hey Pharaoh!” he grinned as he poked a piece of French toast frying in a pan.
Atem grinned innocently as he pinched Yugi’s butt with a tongs, “Morning, Angel Pants”
Yugi squeaked from the Pharaoh’s unexpected antic. He playfully swatted Atem’s butt and
chuckled as he kissed Atem’s cheek. “You’re up early, something going on today I should know
about?”
Atem smiled as he handed Yugi a plate of food. “Well, since you asked; yes, something is in fact
going on. I start my new job today.”
“Oh cool, where at?” Yugi asked as he sat at the table.
“Well,” Atem began as he fixed himself a plate. He paused for a minute as he made his way to
the table and sat down, “Yugi, do you remember last week when Mokuba Kaiba called here?”
Yugi nodded his head as drown his french toast in raspberry sauce. “Yeah, I remember, I could
hear him yelling through the phone from across the room.”
Atem nodded his head and grinned, “Yes, that’s it. He was furious over Seto selling all of his
Kaibaland theme parks to raise funds to finance his latest endeavor.”
Yugi shared a grin with the former Pharaoh. Since the title of King of Games would be held by
Yugi forever, Seto Kaiba had set his goals in a new direction: Outer Space exploration. He was
determined to be the first man to walk on Mars.
“Mokuba isn’t pleased with his brother’s business transaction, so he’s taken on Zigfried Von
Schroeder as a business partner started buying back the parks.”
“Oh, ” Yugi nodded as he ate his French toast. “So what does this have to do with you?”
Mokuba asked me to help him promote Mokeyworld, and I accepted his offer.”
Yugi cocked his head, “Mokeyworld?” .
Atem got up to get something to drink, “One drawback to this job is that I’ll be away from home
a lot... BUT... Mokuba’s paying me a lot of money to do this. Only a jackass would pass up a
golden opportunity such as this.”
Yugi set down his fork and looked over at the Pharaoh. “Wait. Hold on. Just a sec, Pharaoh. Let’s
rewind that. Are you telling me you won’t be home tonight?”
Yami shook his head, “No, tonight I’ll be home; but next week Tuesday I have to leave out for
the East Coast for a couple of weeks.”
“Oh wow,” Yugi blinked despondently.
Atem poured them both a glass of grape Kool Aid and sat back down at the table.
The remainder of their breakfast was finished in silence.

             Ryou looked at his face in the restroom mirror as he washed his hands. He shivered as he
splashed some cold water on his face to wake himself up. The restroom door opened as he was
turning off the sink. As Ryou turned to walk out, he was surprised to see a little girl staring up at
him with large, surprised eyes.
“Um.. Hello?” he said to the girl, who looked to be about 5 years old. He noticed she was covered
in blood and her little pink and white striped shirt was torn by the sleeve.
The little girl stared motionlessly up at Ryou.
Ryou’s intuition told him something wasn’t right. The little girl seemed to be in a state of shock.
She had a long, deep gash down the side of her face that was bleeding. He didn’t want to scare
her, so he knelt down onto one knee and spoke gently. “Are your parents outside?”
The little girl took a small step back and disappeared.
“Hold on! I didn’t mean to...”
Ryou looked around outside the restroom door and saw nobody.
“How could she have just vanished like that?” he thought as he continued looking around the
parking lot

            “Marik, quit it!” Malik groaned, half asleep yet.
A shallow snore came from sleeping Marik’s nose.
Malik growled and elbowed Marik in the ribs.
Marik’s eyes snapped open, “HEY! What the hell was that for?” he asked as he propped himself
up on his elbows.
Malik closed his eyes and shifted over. He found a comfy position at the edge of the mattress.
“Go sleep somewhere else,” he grumbled, “I can’t take you snoring so damn loud.”
“I should kick your scrawny ass,” Marik growled as he sat up and scratched his scalp.
“You should shut your face and let me sleep,” Malik mumbled as he pulled a worn out pillow
over his head.
Marik yanked the pillow off Malik’s head and used it to hit him, “Why you little bastard!”
“Hey!” Malik gasp, throwing a punch at Marik.
“You’re so dead, you little shit!” Marik yelled, beating Malik repeatedly with the pillow.
Malik fought back without hesitation and with just as much fury.
The two fired up Egyptians were going at it like two cranky old men.
“You’re dead! You’re so fucking dead!” Malik shouted.
“Not this time, fucker!” Marik growled back, catching Malik in the stomach with the pillow.
Malik kicked his legs at Marik’s face as he fell to the floor, catching his other half square in the
nuts.
Marik choked as he fell to his knees clutching his wounded little soldiers. “You...fuck...unnghh..I
hate...you..Malik...”
“You’re ...a ...dick..Marik.” Malik panted back.
Bakura watched on as Marik and Malik pummeled the hell out of each other. He had a small,
quizzical grin on his face.
“I don’t like you,” Marik frowned at Malik.
“I don’t like you either,” Malik sneered.
“Oh that’s original,” Marik glared.
“Fuck you, man! You started it!” Malik shot back.
Marik narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice. “You couldn’t take another fucking from me,
you’re too weak, boy.”
Malik glared at Marik. “You wish,” he answered.
Marik wiggled his finger in a beckoning manner. “C’mere you sexy little slut,”
Malik lowered his head and peered out lasciviously through his bangs. He crawled slowly toward
Marik on his hands and knees.
“That’s a good boy...M’hmm,” Marik grinned evilly as he and Malik got face to face and
connected with their eyes.
Malik licked his lower lip as he stared deep into Marik’s midnight orbs..
Marik moaned as he watched Malik’s tongue slide from one corner of his mouth to the other.
Malik reached up and stroked Marik’s cheek, slowly running his fingers along the contour of his
other half’s face.
Marik nuzzled his cheek against Malik’s hand, “Gods... baby...I want to fuck you so bad right
now.”
Malik licked Marik’s lips and pulled away slowly. When he was about 6 inches from Marik’s
face, an evil grin crossed his face. “......poof.” Malik giggled after the word left his mouth.
Marik shook his head and started to laugh. “What the fuck’s a poof?” he asked, poking Malik in
the chest with his finger.
“I don’t know!” Malik answered, continuing to giggle his head off.
“Get over here you,” Marik smiled. He pulled Malik down onto the mattress next to him and
rubbed his shoulder.
Malik snickered as he wiggled out of Marik’s arms. He scooted over back to the edge of the
mattress and twapped Marik over the head with a pillow. “Go to sleep, Freak,” he grinned as he
curled up on his side, facing his other half.
“Light:1, Dark: 0,” Bakura snickered from the front seat.
Marik shifted his eyes toward Bakura. “Oh, so we’re keeping score now, huh?”
“I’m only stating the facts. Does that bother you, Marik?” Bakura answered as he lit up a
cigarette.
Marik got up and walked to the front of the van. He grinned at Bakura and patted the top of the
thief’s head, “You’re so cute when you’re acting all creepy and shit.”
Bakura took a drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke in Marik’s face. “Get you’re filthy hand
off of my head. I don’t even want to know where it was last.”
“Ask your other half,” Marik winked as he retracted his hand.
“Why don’t you go play hide and go fuck yourself,” Bakura retorted.
Marik licked his lips and groped the front of his pants, “Don’t mind if I do.”
Bakura groaned as he opened the van door. “TMI, Marik, good grief. I’m going to go see what the
hell’s holding Ryou up and pay for the fucking gas I just put in YOUR van; and don’t worry, you
can pay me back later.”
An evil grin crossed Marik’s face as Bakura left the van.

            Yugi walked slowly down the sidewalk with his hands stuffed deep in his pant pockets,
thinking about things that could happen during the Pharaoh’s absence. He was so lost in thought
that he didn’t hear Tea running to catch up with him. Tristan was a few long strides behind her.
“Hey Yugi! Yugi? Hey, are you okay?” Tea asked, walking briskly besides Yugi.
Yugi stopped and turned around, “Hm?”
“Hey dude! You look like somebody just stole your birthday! What’s wrong, man?” Tristan asked
as he ran up.
Yugi took a deep breath and put on fake smile. “Oh, nothing’s wrong, I’m just really tired.
What’s up?”
“Oh not much,” Tristan shrugged, “Did you hear about Joey?”
Yugi shook his head, “No, what happened to him now?”
“He’s in the doghouse this time, man, BIG TIME! ”
Tea rolled her eyes at Tristan and poked him in the arm, “Kaiba kicked him out. He’s living in a
crummy little motel off of route 64.”
Yugi made a sour face. He was familiar with “the crummy little motel”alright. It was the place
where he and the Pharaoh would go when they were stressed out and throw eggs at. “Wow, that
sucks for him,” Yugi answered.
“Well, we better get going. We gotta get to the auto parts store before it closes. Tea’s Intrepid
took a shit again and she’s buying me beer and pizza to fix it for her,” Tristan grinned proudly.
“Sorry to hear that, Tea. See you guys later.”
“Yep! See ya!” Tea said as she picked up the pace again and bolted down the sidewalk.
“Yeah, see ya, man!” Tristan waved, “HEY LADY, WAIT UP!”
Yugi dropped the fake smile. He sighed as an idea began forming in his head. He fished his wallet
out of his back pocket and flipped throw a few bills.”Hmm... just enough,” he smiled. He stuck
his wallet back in his pocket as he headed toward the grocery store to buy a couple dozen eggs.

            Bakura walked into the gas station, keeping a sharp eye out for Ryou.
The older man attending to the cash register didn’t bother looking up to see who had just walked
in. “Mornin’,” he greeted Bakura from behind the pages of the daily newspaper.
“Hn. Right,” Bakura answered dryly as he dispensed himself a Double Mocha Overdrive flavored
cappuccino. He pocketed a couple dozen creamers of assorted flavors and walked up to the
counter. “I’ll take a pack of those too,” he said, motioning to the cigarette rack.
“See that big accident down the road?” the clerk asked as he got Bakura’s cigarettes.
Bakura kept his cappuccino hidden below the counter. “Accident? No, what happened?” he asked
curiously.
The clerk set the cigarettes down on the counter and picked up the newspaper. He pointed at the
front page headline, “Head-on Collision Claims Five.”
Bakura shrugged his shoulders. “I’ve seen worse. Any survivors?”
The attendant shook his head, “Not a one.”
Bakura pushed a couple dollars across the counter to pay for his gas and cigarettes. “How far
down the road was this accident?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the clerk.
The clerk rang up Bakura’s gasoline and cigarettes and took the money. “About a mile or so, in
front of the Gold Point Inn. The police are still investigating the scene, so traffic’s down to one
lane.”
“Hn. Interesting,” the thief nodded as he slipped his cigarettes into his shirt pocket.
“Have a nice day now,” the clerk said as he sat back down to read his newspaper.
Bakura walked out of the building and found Ryou frantically running around the parking lot.
“Hey idiot! What the hell is your problem!” he shouted in Ryou’s direction.
Ryou continued running around shouting, ignoring Bakura’s question.
Bakura shouted louder, but Ryou missed every word of it.
Ryou’s thought’s were elsewhere, obviously.
Bakura rolled his eyes and got into the van. He set his cappuccino in the cup holder and started
the van up.
Ryou was standing about 20 feet away yelling at some invisible thing.
Bakura aimed the van at Ryou and tromped on the gas pedal, hoping a quick scare would knock
him back into reality.
Marik and Malik’s attention was grabbed the instant Bakura made his move.
“Bakura! What the fuck! FUCKING STOP! NO SQUASHING RYOU!” Malik yelled.
Bakura kept his eyes focused on Ryou..
“WOOHOO!” Marik laughed as he pulled Malik back to get a front row seat.
Bakura pushed down the horn and held it as he came to a sudden stop exactly 1 foot 6 inches
behind Ryou.
Ryou didn’t even flinch.
Malik screamed as the van ceased moving. He jumped over Marik and lunged at Bakura
screaming curses and throwing his fists.
Marik got out of the van and let Malik have at Bakura. He walked around the front and poked
Ryou in the ribs, “Ry? You in there?”
Ryou stood still, oblivious to Marik’s presence. His jaw hung open and his eyes were blank.
“Do you realize you were almost run over by your other half?” Marik asked, poking Ryou’s ribs
again.
Ryou didn’t respond.
“You’re really weird, you know that?” Marik said as he picked Ryou up. He tossed him over his
shoulder and carried him back into the van.
Malik was still wailing on Bakura with all his might in the front seat, so Marik set Ryou down in
the back on the mattress.
“Ryou? Earth to Ryou, anyone home?”
Ryou’s big brown eyes were glazed over. He stared motionlessly forward.
Marik sat next to Ryou. He waved his hand in front of Ryou’s face, “Ryou? Ry? Ryyyoou??” He
still got no reaction.
Marik sighed and got back up. He walked to the front of the van and cleared his throat, “Bakura?
I think you gave Ryou some bad crack.”
Malik and Bakura froze.
Bakura blinked his eyes, “I... what?”
Malik got up off Bakura and looked at Marik quizzically.
Marik moved off to the side to let Bakura through, “Go see for yourself. He’s acting all weird and
shit.”
Bakura growled as he made his way to Ryou. He tried communicating verbally, but it was of no
use. Ryou was in a total daze. Bakura opened a mental connection Ryou with to save some time.
It was a handy talent to have for times like these.
Bakura scowled at Ryou as they spoke with their minds, “Hey brat! What the hell is your
problem!”
Ryou locked eyes with Bakura, “I saw a girl... she’s lost and hurt... she just vanished.”
Bakura rolled his eyes, “Well forget her. We’re leaving.”
Ryou bit his lower lip lightly and whimpered, “I..can’t...she needs help.”
“You’re such a dork. Geesh,” Bakura groaned as he broke their mental link. He turned and
looked at Marik, “There’s a motel down the road. Take us there.”

            Yugi sighed as he waited somewhere in the middle of a long line of traffic. He could see a
police cruiser with its light on parked ahead. As he got closer, a bad feeling crawled in the pit of
his stomach. Without further thought, Yugi ran out of his car toward the accident scene yelling
for Joey.

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Nope, I’m not dead... just laying in wait. I’ll try to have another chapter up next month, along with updating "Don't Look Back." Reviews appreciated greatly. Peace,
Love and Pop Rocks. --C

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