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Hellraisers III: Items of Mass Dysfunction

Chapter V: Champagne Taste on a Beer Budget

            Yugi panted heavily as he stood at the door in front of room six. He crossed his fingers as
he knocked. Thoughts of Joey possibly being involved in the accident shuffled through his mind.
The thought of losing one of his best friends hurt so bad inside that it caused him difficulty
breathing. To Yugi’s relief, Joey opened the door a few moments later; looking alive and well.
“Yeah?” the sandy blonde yawned while pulling on a pair of blue sweat-pants.
Yugi put his hand on his friends shoulder and let out a deep sigh of relief. “Oh man, hey Joey,
I’m so glad to see you’re okay. May I come in?”
Joey stepped aside and walked over to the small table in front of the bed, “Yeah sure, how’d ya
know I was here?”
Yugi stepped inside. “Word gets around fast. I heard about what happened. You doing alright?”
Joey picked his white t-shirt up off the floor and pulled it on. He looked at Yugi and shrugged
his shoulders, “I’ve been better, I’ve been worse. Seto is a bitch and can go screw himself up his
rich snotty ass with a wire-brush, that’s all I got’ta say.”
“I can imagine you’re pretty ticked off at him yet. I would be too,” Yugi nodded.
“So where’s the Pharaoh?” Joey asked, munching on a slice of cold pepperoni pizza that was left
out in a box on the table.
Yugi looked away from Joey and walked over to the window and sighed. “He’s off doing his
own thing somewhere. Hey, you want to go out and get some breakfast?”
“You payin’?” Joey asked before getting too excited.
Yugi nodded his head, “Sure, I can do that. I wouldn’t be much of a friend if I just left you here
with this gnarly looking cold pizza.”
“HELL YEAH! You rock, Yugi!” Joey cheered as he hustled to get dressed.
Yugi looked back at Joey and smiled as he headed toward the door. “I left my car parked in the
middle of traffic down the road, I’ll be back in a couple, m’k?”
“No prob,” Joey smiled brightly back at Yugi.

            Bakura scanned the sign in front of the motel with his eyes and smirked.
Marik gave the former tomb-robber a sidelong grin, “Gold Point Inn? Think we can sue them for
copyright infringement or some shit?”
Bakura chuckled and put his arm around Marik’s shoulder. He let his hand slide down the
blonde’s slender waist. “I have a better idea; how about we spend the night here, than in the
morning I’ll cut off your finger, slip in into my complimentary continental breakfast and throw a
big shit fit.”
Marik wriggled away from Bakura and pointed his finger in Bakura’s face. “Fuck you, man! I
need this thing!”
“I just thought I’d offer,” Bakura smirked as he slid his hand into his jacket pocket.
“Hey look over there! I think I see brain matter splattered on that tree! Coolness, come on, Ryou,
let’s go check it out!” Malik chirped, grabbing Ryou’s arm.
“Oh.. Um.. Alright,” Ryou replied as Malik eagerly pulled him away.
Marik’s eyes lit up when he heard mention of residual death clinging on the local lumber.”HEY,
WAIT FOR ME!” he shouted as he ran after Ryou and Malik.
Bakura chuckled quietly as he opened Marik’s wallet. “Ishtars never will learn,” he thought to
himself as he flipped through the Egyptian’s credit cards.

            Over at Kaiba Corps, the grand master of the mighty dollar sat behind his desk pecking
away on his keyboard. Seto Kaiba’s eye’s were intently focused on the computer screen. It
looked as nothing could tear the powerful CEO’s attention from whatever he was working on.
BUT...
There was one thing on Seto’s mind besides stock quotes.
A light knock sounded at the CEO’s door.
Seto quickly minimized the screen and looked up. “Who is it,” he snapped with his usual
sharpness.
The door opened a crack and Mai Valentine poked her head in. “Hey big boy, I just wanted to
tell you goodbye before I go,” she winked.
Seto stood up and grinned. “Hey; come on in,” he said in a low voice.
Mai snickered as she closed and locked the door behind her.
Seto loosened his necktie as he watched Mai turn around and drop her purse on the floor. She
confidently walked toward him, keeping her eyes focused on his.
“Miss me?” she asked as she sat on the edge of Seto’s desk, giving him a good look at her
recently waxed legs as she crossed them.
Seto leaned over slightly to admire his visitor from a better angle. “Miss you? Nah, not really,”
he smirked.
Mai lowered her eyes, focusing briefly on Seto’s package. She looked back up at Seto with an
impish grin, “Isn’t it your nose that’s supposed to grow if you tell a lie?”
Seto glanced down and blushed. “Uh... that wasn’t supposed to happen,” he chuckled uneasily as
he tried to conceal the evidence.
Mai slid her rear end off Seto’s desk and laughed as she watched Seto’s self-confidence
plummet.
Seto sat in his cushy executive chair and slid it forward, as close to his desk as he could get. He
looked up at Mai and shook his head.
Mai smiled as she reached out and patted the top of Seto’s head, “You’re so cute when you
blush. I’m really gonna miss that.”
Seto lightly swatted Mai’s arm away from his head. “Email me when you get to Athens.”
Mai nodded her head and smiled, “Will do,” she nodded. The flirtatious blonde glanced at her
watch. “Well, my limo is waiting, I better get jetting.” Mai leaned over and kissed Seto’s cheek,
leaving behind a burgundy wine colored outline of her lips. “We’ll be in touch, sexy boy,” she
winked just before turning around and leaving.

            “Room thirteen, as you requested, Mr. Ishtar,” the woman at the front desk smiled as she
handed Bakura a room key and a credit card.
Bakura took back the key and the card with a hollow smile.
“Your check out time is 11pm, enjoy your stay,” the woman continued.
Bakura spun the room key around his index finger than turned to leave. The electricity in the
atmosphere surrounding the inn had lit all of his senses on fire. There was something about this
place that drew his curiosity, aside from the obvious tragedy the night before. Instead of going to
the room he’d rented for the night, Bakura took a turn through a door marked, “Do Not Enter.”

            Marik smiled proudly as watching Malik and Ryou poking the brains in the tree with a
stick. “A little to the left, Malik,” he suggested with a silly smirk.
Malik glanced over at Marik and flipped him off, “You got a really big mouth, you know that?”
“Hey now, Malik, don’t piss him off,” Ryou said nervously, glancing at Marik.
Marik stuck his tongue out at Malik and blew him a raspberry.
“I get no respect, “ Malik sighed as he went back to examining the semi-congealed chunk of
brain.
Ryou suddenly looked up with wide eyes. “Did you hear that?” he asked, looking behind him.
Malik handed the poking stick off to Marik. “Hear what? He asked as he looked around.
Ryou shook his head. “It sounded like a woman talking, well, more like yelling, almost frantic. I
could have sworn she was right behind me.”
Malik shook his head, “No women around here that I see. Maybe you should get some sleep. I
think your delirious.”
Ryou nodded his head, “Yes, maybe you’re right. Maybe I do need some sleep. Perhaps we
should rent a room or something.”
“Sounds good to me. I feel like a could go for a few hours of sleep too,” Malik smiled.
Marik reached back and patted the pocket where he usually kept his wallet. He came up empty.
He looked at Malik and Ryou with a disturbing twitch in his eye,“Have either of you twits seen
my wallet?”

            Bakura walked down a flight of stairs leading to the basement, using the dim flame from
his cigarette lighter to guide him. It was totally silent in the stairway, excepting for a bubbling
and dripping noise resonating from some leaky pipes a ways away. Upon reaching the bottom of
the stairs, Bakura heard the basement door open. He quickly slid behind some stacked up crates.
He peered out cautiously as he watched a woman descend.
The woman looked older, at least in her late 40's. She was carrying a small wooden box under
her arm. Bakura sensed something different about the woman; something dark. He waited until
the woman was out of earshot before coming out from behind the crates and quietly creeping up
the stairs.
“I definitely must learn more about this place. There are darker powers at work here, I can just
feel it,” he said to himself as he headed back outside. Immediately after stepping out of the
building, the silver crowned thief was grabbed by the front of his shirt.
“Give me back my wallet, Bakura. I know you have it,” Marik growled as he shoved Bakura
back against the side of the building.

            The Pharaoh bit his lip as he looked at the plane ticket in his hand. “Yugi isn’t going to
like it when he finds out I’m actually going to the east coast... of Greece,” he sighed deeply.

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PEEKABOO! Holy hell, I actually wrote something! I know, it’s been a long time since I’ve
been heard from. Fan-ficcing isn’t on the top of my priority list, so I put out what I can. Since I
wrote this chapter somewhat quickly, I’ll probably be jazzing it up over the next couple days or
some shit.
Hope you enjoyed.
O&O

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