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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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skree, skreee... skree, skreee...
The Tetra had changed.
ShuChan stopped in his tracks upon entering what had been the lobby. The people and furniture were gone, and it was very dark. He could barely make out the structure of the room-- a long wide corridor with intersecting halls. Taking the first step, his foot skidded and he fought to keep his balance. The floor was muddy. All he could hear was the ringing and his shallow breathing. He calmed himself and slowed his breathing, then marched down the corridor as fast as he could without losing his footing.
Hold on, Yuki... I'm coming to save you!
skree, skreee... SKREE, SKREEE...
A blinding light filled the room. ShuChan shielded his eyes against it at first. When he was able to look, he saw The Ring playing on the walls-- Samara's cursed feature, to be exact. The images seemed to be projected-- There were dozens of the same images covering all the walls-- but there was no apparent source.
Feels like I'm in a funhouse, he thought with a nervous smile. Staring at a box full of severed fingertips, he realized something.
A little bland!
This was it? Compared to earlier, this was downright boring. It seemed like Malik and Jouno had put out much more effort at KaibaLand. Something was wrong.
Something's wrong with her, he thought. ShuChan was kind-hearted and felt alot of sympathy for her and her tragic death in spite of everything Rebecca had done.
The ringing swelled and ShuChan lowered his head, wincing. As he did so, he got the mental image of Malik crying, whimpering, in pain. Jouno was gone.
Please... Please...
You still want my help, don't you?
He was certain of it-- Rebecca didn't want to hurt him or Yuki. She was a ghost, and ghosts are sad souls who need help so they can move on.
I'm positive... but he couldn't stop himself from speeding to a clumsy bolt for the elevators when Samara came out of the well.
o o o
Hiro was sitting by the phone, drinking coffee and reading the paper. Ryou looked up as the door opened, and was greatly relieved to see his yami enter, followed by Fluffy.
"BakuChan!" Before Bakura could respond, he was almost knocked off balance by Ryou's over enthusiastic embrace. He blushed, it felt so good to be hugged.
By this time, Hiro had wandered over and watched as Fluffy unfurled his Rare Hunters cloak and hanged it up again. He turned towards Hiro and smiled, showing off his craggy teeth. "We're gonna die."
When Bakura spoke, his tone was unmistakably sarcastic. "Why don't we just--" He stopped himself and his expression changed, as if he'd had an epiphany. He frowned at the ceiling, suddenly lost in thought.
Hiro chuckled. "Rebecca called right after you left to announce that she'd taken Yuki hostage."
Bakura glared at him and Fluffy mumbled, "Damn..."
Hiro laughed and smiled. "Shuichi's a fighter and he gets the most energetic when Yuki's involved. To be honest, I think we should fear for Rebecca's safety."
o o o
Yugi and K San's cab was at a stop light.
K San had tried to call ahead, but there had been no answer at the Tetra. He sat at the other end of the backseat, cleaning his rifle and perfecting his agitated sneer.
Yugi's hands were sweating and crinkling the magazine. He couldn't stop staring at the photo of Rebecca Hawkins, wondering how she could've changed so much, feeling such pity for her--
Someone suddenly knocked on Yugi's window, and he jumped. Heart still racing, he lowered the window and a mic was shoved in his face.
"Keiko Reiko Hanayamaguchi, Nine O'Clock News! Can I get a statement?"
Yugi stared like a deer in the headlights, but K San leaned over and smiled at Keiko. "Fuck off, Vulture."
Keiko spoke quickly as the window tried to shut her out. "Mr. Mutou, how do you feel about your former best friend clinging to life?"
Yugi stayed K San's hand and rolled the window back down. "What?"
o o o

ShuChan stepped out of the elevator, into what was supposed to be the hall leading to their suite. It seemed like the hallway had been cut into solid rock-- there were no doors or windows, no interruptions in the smooth muddy surface. Everything was cold and dank. The image projected on the walls was of Sadako standing over the well, looking into it. She seemed pensive and depressed, as if she were contemplating jumping in.
This is how Rebecca feels right now, he noted before walking on to the room.
Nearing the suite, he saw Ayaka. She was against the wall, still unconscious. ShuChan checked her pulse and it was strong, so he left her where she was and turned towards the door. He took a deep breath, then grabbed the doorknob and went in.
The next room was concrete, just as solid and unyielding as the mud in the other rooms had been. Black sludge oozed down the walls. At the far end was a door, and leaning against it was Malik. He seemed to be bracing himself against the door for support, as if he no longer had the strength to stand. He smiled half-heartedly. "I knew you'd come."
"Tell me where Yuki is."
Malik stayed where he was, his expression grim, a cold sweat glistening on his skin. "I could kill you where you stand." His voice was weak, about as scary as an old woman investigating a strange noise in the middle of the night who squeaks, I've-- I've got a gun!
ShuChan felt no true malice. "I know."
Malik began to shake. He was hugging himself. He tilted his head back and gazed upwards, his face wet with tears.
ShuChan got closer, stepping slowly. "Do you remember what we talked about at KaibaLand? You asked me to help you..."
"No one can help me now." A sob caught in his throat and his expression became pained as he slumped to sit on the floor. "Just a few hours ago everything was so clear, so clear... But it's all pointless now. He hates me. Kaiba..." Tears rolled freely down the Egyptian's face. "He said he could never love me... Then he shot me."
ShuChan stood just out of reach now. Shit. Yuki's somewhere dying right now!
Malik abruptly stopped crying. "I know."
"Huh?"
"You didn't come to see me, you came to see your lover. Yuki." He got to his feet and met Shuichi's gaze straight on. He spoke bluntly, describing his master plan.
"I thought that if I killed the person you loved most, then you'd have to love me instead. But it didn't work. I killed Mokuba so Kaiba wouldn't have to worry about him and take care of him anymore. He hated me for it. I was-- My theory was wrong."
ShuChan felt cautious hope.
"But Yuki might already be dead." No sooner had the word dead left Malik's lips than ShuChan had grabbed the front of his shirt in both fists and shoved him against the door, shaking it.
"Let Yuki go! You know this is a mistake, do something right for once!"
"I'll let you see him." Malik's wicked smile had returned, in spite of his red, swollen eyes. He was getting some control back now. ShuChan let him go and he opened the door he'd been leaning against.
"Yuki!"
Malik held ShuChan back. "I can kill you both before you reach him." No weakness in his voice now-- just the simple fact.
From the ceiling hung a noose, tightened around Yuki's neck. Yuki was on a chair, and the only way he could keep the noose from strangling him was by standing on tiptoes. Already weak from assault, Yuki shook as he struggled to keep his balance. His chest was covered with Jouno's thermographic handprints, and sweat shone all over his skin. His eyes glittered with a desperate, frantic light.
"Oh, good," said Malik, his voice exuding an eerie calmness, "He's still alive. Stop struggling."
ShuChan struggled harder. "What the hell are you thinking--!"
"I'll let you save him."
ShuChan stopped struggling. Malik was behind him, arms crisscrossing his chest. ShuChan felt a warm exhalation, then a soft kiss against the hollow where his neck and shoulder met. A deep murmurr brushed ShuChan's earlobe:
"You can save him, but then you'll have to say goodbye. From now on, you'll be my companion. My lover."
"I don't..."
"I don't care." Malik leaned against ShuChan, hugging him.
"You don't have to love me back. Just be kind and accept my love. That's all I ask."
He smirked.
"Or, you can say no, and we can watch him die."
o o o

Hiro was actually whistling as he drove. Ryou was amazed.
"He has so much confidence in ShuChan," he said to Bakura, who was seated at the window beside him. They were holding hands. Ryou smiled at his yami.
Bakura's been kinder since all this started. He seems to be genuinely concerned for me.
Fluffy, who sat at Ryou's other side, began whistling along with Hiro.
o o o

The throngs of newsreporters kept their distance as K San brandished his assault rifle back and forth. He and Yugi rushed into the emergency room as the sun sank on the fifth day.
Yugi ran to the admittance desk as fast as his little legs would carry him.
"Excuse me," he said, "but I was told that someone dropped Jouno Wheeler off here. Please, tell me where he is and how he's doing?"
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