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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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Yugi was on the floor, at Malik and Jouno's mercy now.
Malik took the Egyptian god cards and gazed at them. "I can't believe it... You know, there was a time when these three cards were the most important thing in the world to me."
"Go ahead and keep'em, then," said Jouno. He kept eye contact with Yugi. "They're just stupid little pieces of cardstock."
"Joey, please... I know you're in there. Please, Joey, you can fight this."
Jouno's gaze seemed to soften for a moment. He shook his head and walked off. "Take care of him. I'm gonna go check out your handiwork."
Malik watched him leave, then turned his attention to Little Yugi. Yugi gazed up at him, so small, so helpless.
Malik smiled. "You're really kinda cute, you know that?"
Yugi lowered his head. I'm alone...
Malik put his hand on Yugi's knee. "Yugi..."
Yugi sobbed, his teeth bared in a grimace of despair.
"Yugi, look at me."
Yugi opened his eyes and met Malik's gentle gaze. "Malik?"
"Yugi... Anzu's dead."
Yugi's eyes widened and his mouth fell open.
"I beat her, raped her, and killed her." A smile broke out on Malik's face. "She squealed like a pig." He laughed.
o o o
As he'd wanted, there was a spotlight on her. However...
Jouno paused when he saw Anzu's corpse. He snorted and began walking towards it again.
He stepped to the edge of the shadows, feeling very displeased. Anzu's body was covered-- someone had draped a Rare Hunters cloak over her, given her some dignity. He looked around, but everywhere outside of the spotlight was drenched in jet black darkness.
Trying to hide from me? Idiots...
Ryou stepped out of the shadows, standing at the other end of the spotlight. He opened his mouth as if he were going to say something. While Jouno's attention was diverted, Fluffy struck Jouno, knocking him down.
o o o
Malik straddled Yugi, pinning him facedown to the floor. Yugi's shirt had been torn off and now, Malik was having fun, carving gashes into the flesh of Little Yugi's back.
Using one of the Sennen Ring's pointers, Malik slashed down between the shoulder blades. The skin would part and the flesh would glare white for a moment before filling in red. Malik found it fascinating.
--cut the skin and taste the blood, cut the skin and taste the blood--
He leaned down and his tongue delved into one of the deeper gashes. Yugi shuddered and grunted, crying, trying not to scream.
"Go ahead and scream. It'll be more fun."
"Keiko," whispered the cameraman. "Keiko..."
"Keep rolling." She watched intently, her widow's peak creased.
"Don't you think we should... you know... help?"
She looked at him. "We get the fucking story. Don't go soft on me now--" She stopped and looked up as Bakura ran past them.
Bakura threw himself at Malik-- in knocking him down, he managed to slam the Egyptian's head into the floor, dazing him. He seized Malik's arm and twisted until Malik screamed.
Bakura let go and swung back, then brought his arm around and struck Malik across the eyes, putting all his strength into it. He grabbed the front of Malik's shirt and shook him, knocking his head against the floor.
"Tell me who you are!"
Small hands gripped his shoulders. "Bakura, stop it!"
Bakura stared at Yugi, amazed. "How dense are you?"
"That's still Malik's body. You looked like you might kill him. Bakura, please, I don't want any more deaths."
"Get off of me." Malik's expression had gone blank. He squirmed under Bakura.
Bakura rested his hands on Malik's shoulders and put his weight into them, pinning Malik down. "What's the matter, you sick bitch? Don't like it so much when you're the helpless one, do you?"
Malik's breath was coming faster. He struggled harder. "Let go! LET GO!"
There was a flash of light and Bakura's mind was assaulted with strange, disjointed images. He fell backwards. Malik jumped to his feet and ran.
When he reached the door, he stopped just long enough to turn and say, "I'll kill you Saturday. I'll kill you all!" Then he was gone.
Yugi helped Bakura to his feet. "Daijoubu ka?"
Bakura rubbed his eyes. His forehead hurt. "Nnh..." He sighed out a breath.
"Oh! Your nose is bleeding."
Bakura wiped away the dribble of blood, then wiped his hand on his shirt. He saw Keiko and her cameraman jogging off to follow Malik.
o o o
A hand caressed the side of Jouno's face.
Shuichi's voice: "Look at me... I want to talk to you..."
Jouno opened his eyes. He was laying just inside the spotlight, near Anzu's corpse. Shuichi was kneeling beside him. The back of ShuChan's hand was gently running down the side of Jouno's face. Jouno's arm jumped and his hand clamped down on ShuChan's forearm.
... sssss...
ShuChan grunted as his flesh was burned. He could feel blisters forming and hear them popping from the heat.
"-- hhh..." He opened his eyes and smiled at Jouno. "It's alright."
"What?" Jouno let go and sat up, never looking away from ShuChan.
"You remember Yuki's family's temple? You liked it there, didn't you? How long had it been since you'd had any peace?"
o o o
"HEY!"
Bakura ran towards them. He grabbed Keiko's arm and forced her to look at him.
"Hey! Let go of my arm or you'll have such a lawsuit on your hands-- Ow!"
Bakura squeezed harder. "What the hell is wrong with you? You were gonna stand there and film it while Yugi got killed?"
"I'm a journalist, not a cop. Now let go."
Bakura let go of Keiko's arm... then slapped her hard enough to rock her upper body sharply to the side.
o o o
"I'm guessing you didn't mean to leave this behind." He showed Jouno the piece of cardstock.
Jouno gasped and wilted, lowering his head.
Shuichi leaned closer. "It'll be okay... I understand..."
Jouno's eyes widened and he glared at Shuichi. "You can't possibly understand--!"
ShuChan took hold of Jouno's wrists, maintaining eye contact. "Yes, I do. I was raped, too."
Jouno's features softened, the anger leaving him. ShuChan continued, "They held me down... and they took photos..."
Tears welled up in Jouno's eyes.
"The way you died was horrible. It's not surprising that you became a vengeful spirit... But you're taking your anger out on the wrong people."
Jouno sobbed and his head fell forward, his bangs concealing his face.
"Look at me." Touching just two fingers to Jouno's chin, ShuChan tilted the blonde's face up towards his. "This isn't you. You're not Jouno Wheeler, or Malik Ishtar, and you're not a character from a movie. You're a real person..."
Tears fell freely down Jouno's face. He shook with sobs, and his gaze happened upon Anzu's corpse. He saw her hair peeking out from under the top of the purple cloak.
Finally, he said, mostly to himself, "I don't know what the hell I'm doing..." He looked at ShuChan. "Help me."
ShuChan opened his arms, and Jouno went into his embrace, weeping, burying his face in ShuChan's chest.
Watching from the shadows, Ryou-tachi began to wonder if things would be alright now.
Malik came running in and slowed to a stop when he saw Jouno and ShuChan. "What the fucking hell are you doing?"
ShuChan thought Malik was asking him why he was hugging Jouno. He opened his mouth to explain, but before he could, Jouno spoke:
"It's gonna be okay, now, Malik. He knows who we are."
Malik's facial features tightened. Before he could say or do anything, the glass doors, which had been chained, were beaten in with battering rams. In swarmed a swat team, led by Seto Kaiba.
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