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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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By the time they disembarked on Malik's Harley, the sky was darkening.
Shuichi held tight, his arms around Malik's waist. They were on the highway, weaving carelessly between larger vehicles, speeding ahead. Malik didn't seem to notice all the motorists honking and yelling at him. Ahead and to their right, the sun had set behind the buildings. The horizon was fluorescent orange. Overhead, the sky was a rich, deep blue. Shuichi couldn't turn much, but back and to the left, the sky was blackening.
The horizon soon lost its orange glow, and cold night mist whipped past, chilling Shuichi. He curled against Malik, trying to warm up, wondering where Malik intended to take him. He soon got his answer.
The highway gave to quiet side streets through residential neighborhoods. The houses became fewer and further between, then gave way to a narrow road in a densely wooded area, with only an occasional bus stop. The Harley turned onto a driveway and rolled up to the gates of Kaiba's lake house.
Walking up, they found at the bottom of the steps a corpse that had been mauled by wild animals. ShuChan couldn't make out any features, or even limbs. He could tell by the size, however, that it must've been a man. He clamped his free hand over the lower half of his face, trying not to panic or throw up. Malik pulled ShuChan along by his other hand, up the steps and into the house.
All the doors and windows on the first floor were open, so it was just as cold inside as it was outside. Actually, it seemed to be colder due to the house's stone and marble structure. Malik led ShuChan, their footfalls echoing through the dead house.
They passed by another mauled corpse in the hall-- another security guard. Eyes wide, ShuChan couldn't stop staring at the rendered flesh. It was torn completely away from one of the calves, leaving only the glaring white bone. He jumped when Malik suddenly started talking.
"Fortunate that it's winter. The cold preserves the flesh. Keeps the bodies from rotting and stinking up the place." He began to take Shuichi upstairs, and his voice echoed off the white marble walls in the stairwell. "I'll most likely drag them to a corner of the courtyard and burn them later, so don't let it concern you."
o o o
The grandfather clock in Kaiba's master bedroom chimed midnight. Shuichi was in Kaiba's bed, down comforter drawn tight around his nude form. Malik lay beside him, eyes closed, a small swath of the silk sheets drawn over his privates. When ShuChan had suggested they close the windows, Malik had said it was too hot.
ShuChan turned onto his side and regarded Malik.
The evening had been like their honeymoon. Malik had led Shuichi straight to bed, and they had spent the past hours exploring and worshipping each others' bodies. ShuChan had had misgivings, but...
... But as long as you're here with me, and you're happy, you're not out killing people, right?
o o o
As Malik's body slept, Rebecca's spirit explored. Tethered to her Egyptian host, she took flight and found herself high over Domino City. Stars twinkled above her, and the city lights glowed below. She only vaguely noted the beauty around her-- she was searching.
She relaxed and cleared her mind, letting some unseen force pull her along, taking her to Kaiba.
Deep down, she'd known where she'd find him, but she didn't want to believe it. After everything that had happened, it would be such bad taste!
But it was true. There was Kaiba, trotting up the walkway to KaibaCorp Labs. Rebecca was filled with utter disgust.
Kaiba opened the gates and entered the complex. Before the main building, perched majestically on a pedestal in the center of a fountain, was a Blue Eyes White Dragon, its jaws frozen in a silent roar. Walking around it, he approached the bank of glass doors at the front of the main building. Rebecca floated down and alighted in Kaiba's path, glaring at him.
Kaiba's steps faltered for a moment, and he looked in her direction, but he didn't stop. Rebecca didn't realize it, but all Kaiba had seen was an odd little whirlwind where she stood. He passed her by.
"Kaiba!"
He stopped.
"Kaiba, what are you doing here?"
He turned and looked around, not seeing her even though she was right in front of him. "Where are you?"
I get it... He can't see me because he's too close-minded. What a jackass. "Your brother and lover were killed, but hey, it's still 'Back to Work'? How can you be so cold, Kaiba? Are you even human?"
Kaiba was still searching his surroundings. "I refuse to speak to cowards who don't even have the courage to show their faces! Get out here this instant!"
"I'm right here." As she approached, Kaiba felt a sudden drop in temperature-- it had been cold before, but now, he was chilled through all his layers of clothes, straight to the bone, and his breath came out in white plumes as his eyes darted, trying to find some trickster hiding in the shadows, seeing nothing.
All at once, his eyes met Rebecca's. He froze, transfixed.
Her image was soft and gauzy. "You can see me."
His eyes wide with shock, he began to back away, slowly shaking his head.
"Wait!"
He turned and ran into the building.
Rebecca didn't need to give chase. Just like when I was alive... Always running away...
Inside, Kaiba strode across the dim, empty lobby to the elevators lining the back wall. He'd already convinced himself the encounter had been some sort of stress-induced hallucination. He opened his personal elevator with his key and stepped inside. He pressed the button marked SL9 and stood back, waiting, blissfully unaware that Rebecca was standing right beside him. She didn't want him to see her this time. She gazed up at his handsome face, those deep cerulean eyes, and still felt great affection. She smiled.
He opened his locket and gazed lovingly at his baby brother's photograph. "Mokuba..."
Rebecca narrowed her eyes. When she spoke, it was wondering aloud, not trying to reach him, so he did not hear. "You're still on about him? What have you got, a brother complex? Should I leave you two alone?" Then a realization struck her. Kaiba was going to Sub Level 9. She shook her head, eyes wide. "No. No, no, you gotta be KIDDING me! Don't you ever give up?"
The lights flickered as the elevator squealed to a shaky halt. Kaiba braced against the handrails to keep from falling on his ass. Before he could reach the control panel, the lights came on and the elevator soared with such sudden speed that Kaiba's knees buckled and the floor rose to meet him as he landed on his back. As the little box flew up the shaft, the g-force inside became so strong that Kaiba couldn't even sit up. He gritted his teeth against the intense pressure bearing down on him, sweat popping out all over his skin, a low growl deep in his throat. Up it went, all the way to the 100th floor. When it stopped, Kaiba was tossed into the air, just short of smacking face-first into the ceiling. He landed painfully and scrambled for the doors.
Still on his knees, he pried the doors apart and crawled into the foyer of his penthouse. Rebecca laughed at the priceless sight of Seto Kaiba on his hands and knees. This was a position she could come to love him in.
He went inside and turned on the lights, looking around with wild, suspicious eyes.
A lilting taunt: "Kaiba..." she giggled.
Kaiba whirled and looked around the livingroom. "Who are you!"
"Think about it, Kaiba. Think real hard."
The TV turned itself on, showing static.
... skreeeeeeeEEEEEEEE...
Kaiba winced and shook his head against the sound.
The static fazed into a grainy image of Kaiba, backlit by the ring of light in the mud basement. He looked just like Sadako's father gazing down the well in Ringu.
Rebecca's voice echoed softly. "When you touched me, you were so gentle. Your fingertips felt like sweet little butterfly kisses on my eyelids..."
Kaiba walked slowly towards the screen, "Who's doing this..." He asked himself.
"AAH!" He tore the flatscreen TV off the wall, and stood over it, trying not to panic.
He felt a finger tap his shoulder three times, hard enough to hurt.
He whirled. "What are you--!" No one was there.
"Do you believe yet, Kaiba?"
At this point Seto suddenly felt compelled to look at the wall opposite of where the TV had been. On that wall hung an 8 x 10 of Mokuba, who was smiling happily at some point beyond the camera. At that moment, it jumped off its hook. Instead of falling to the floor, it floated over to Kaiba and circled his head, slowly and deliberately.
As Seto watched, Mokuba's face burned and blackened. The glass discolored and cracked.
"How about now? Do you believe now?"
The picture suddenly flew and shattered against the wall. Rebecca laughed as Kaiba ran for the stairs.
o o o

Bakura gazed out the window at the quiet night streets. The sky was overcast with darkening clouds. It had been raining on and off for some time now, but the sky would open up and really weep its guts out soon. Beads of rain skidded across the glass and flew off with the wind.
How can I tell them?
Bakura absentmindedly squeezed Ryou's hand, and felt a reciprocal squeeze. Still staring out the window to avoid eye contact, he unintentionally sighed, "My precious light..."
"What'd you say, BakuChan?"
Unembarassed, he straightened and faced them-- Ryou beside him, Fluffy at the other end, Hiro driving. "I know how to defeat the curse."
They came to attention, wanting to hear it.
If the seventh day arrives and Sadamara kills us, we become servants to the curse. But what if we die before then?"
"Oh..."
"That's right. We have to kill ourselves before Saturday."
Ryou and Fluffy stared at him for a few long seconds. Then they lifted their hands from their laps and began to clap.
Ryou smiled, his applause gaining enthusiasm. "Oh, BakaChan, that's the best idea you've had all week!"
Fluffy leaned towards him and gave him a thumbs-up. "Knew you'd figure it out."
Hiro was still whistling as he drove. Bakura realized someone was in the passenger's seat. He recognized the pharaoh's star-shaped head even before he turned to address Bakura, resting his arm across the top of the front seats. "That's right, BakaChan. It's really for the best."
Bakura arched an eyebrow. "I thought I hated you."
The pharaoh winked. "Oh. By the way..." He held out his arm, showing his wristwatch. Instead of a dial, there was simply a big number twelve on its face. "Welcome to Day Six. Happy Friday, everyone!"
Ryou, Fluffy, and Hiro were suddenly wearing party hats. "Happy Friday!"
Ryou tossed confetti into the air, then turned towards Bakura. Leaning close, he caressed his yami's face. "Oh, BakaChan. You did it. Kiss me?"
Bakura timidly complied with a brief, soft touch of lips against lips. They parted, holding hands. Ryou gazed into his eyes. "Promise me. Promise, My Love."
"Anything. What is it?"
"When the day comes, promise you'll be the one to stick it in me."
Bakura blinked at the double entendre and looked down. Ryou was holding Bakura's arm; in Bakura's hand was a dagger. He understood and smiled.
"I promise." He took hold of Ryou's arm and as the blade sliced into the soft flesh of Ryou's forearm, creating a gash from elbow to wrist, the skin parted and underneath Ryou's skin was jet black darkness.
Hiro's voice: "We're here." The car jerked to a stop, waking Bakura. No one had noticed that he'd fallen asleep.
o o o
His heart had stopped again.
The medics hovered and buzzed over him like bees. The overhead lighting glared with sufficient brightness to turn the world beneath his eyelids crimson. He frowned inwardly, because that was all he could do. To any observer and all the medical equipment, Jouno Wheeler was dead. However, he was still aware of the bedlam around him, heard them talking about what to do. He hardly sensed his body. Even as they shocked him, he was only dimly aware of how the electrical current went through him and made his half dead body arch against the bed.
Please, his mind begged. Please, stop trying to save me. As he thought this, tears seeped out from between his closed eyelids.
"Joey?"
... Yug'?
"Joey, fight! Please, you can't die, you're my best friend!" His voice was strained. Jouno could tell he was fighting back sobs.
Sorry, Yug'. I can't fight anymore. Not after what I've done. There's no coming back. Please, please, please, just let me die. Let me die...
They shocked him again, and much to his dismay...
beep... beep... beep... beep...
"I've got a pulse!"
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