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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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This chapter is dedicated to marikslildevil, whose review inspired it!
Forty-Three
Our Turn

Rebecca had planned to burn the corpses, but then realized that that might fill the air with some pungent aroma and ruin her picnic with ShuChan. She thought next of digging a mass grave, but that would take too long. In the end, she decided to simply drag them to a far corner of the gardens for the time being and get rid of them later. While doing this, she discovered an old barn in some forgotten corner of the courtyard. It was empty and reasonably clean, so Rebecca decided to put the corpses in there.
Dragging each corpse was proving to be hard, sweaty work, but she scarcely noticed, she was so looking forward to her first romantic picnic date.
o o o
ShuChan was in the kitchen, putting together the picnic basket. He made a few onigiri and added them to the feast he'd packed into a large, cheery basket lined with gingher wax paper.
I've made a huge breakthrough with her-- I've helped her decide to stop hurting people. Next step-- convince her to call off the curse.
o o o
Rebecca dragged one more corpse into the barn-- what was left of its arms trailed in the scant traces of ages-old hay and dust, leaving stripes on the concrete floor-- and laid it down on the heap in the center of the area. She straightened and wiped the sweat from her brow.
I'll need to take a shower before my date. Don't wanna be stinky for ShuChan...
She gasped when something cold hit her right in the middle of the top of her head. She reached up, felt it, and brought her hand down, expecting to see blood because it was the only thing she could think of.
It was water.
Rain?
Rebecca went to the entrance of the barn and looked out over the courtyard. What had started out as a bright, crisp dawn had quickly turned into a gray, bleak morning.
How did this happen...?
"I've got a question..."
Rebecca gasped and whirled around, to where bales of hay were stacked against the wall. A person was sitting upon one of those bales, his face hidden in shadows, his voice and features unmistakable.
"How much longer do you expect to masquerade in that fine body of mine?"
Rebecca opened her mouth to scream, Go away! but someone else spoke first, from the opposite side of the barn:
"You remember, Malik... She's got Seven Days."
Now Rebecca was surrounded. When she spoke, her voice was low and defensive. "You're dead. Why don't you just go to heaven..."
"I can't. You of all people should know that."
He had been leaning against the wall. Now, he stood and took a couple of steps towards the light, just enough so that Rebecca could see his chocolate-colored eyes and milk-colored pupils.
"And just so ya know, I'm not dead, I've lapsed into a coma. Aren't I a lucky guy."
Rebecca wavered in her stance, presently at a loss. "What the hell do you want from me? It's not like I can help you with your situation. It's not like I care."
Malik was now closing in as well. Although they were each about ten feet away, Rebecca could feel how trapped she was.
"But Sweetie, you should care. Show her why, Jouno."
Rebecca had been watching Malik as he spoke. As soon as he said Jouno's name, she whirled to look at him. He'd snuck up and gotten right in her face, and as she met his gaze, he pushed her, laying both palms upon her chest.
She cried out in pain and fell backwards, hitting the concrete floor hard and clutching at her chest.
Gasping for breath, she knew that if she were to open her shirt, she'd find handprints burned into her chest.
The two stood over her, their laughter echoing eerily in the barn.
"Ha. She loves to dish it out..."
"But she sure as hell can't take it. Coward."
o o o
Ryou had just brushed his teeth and was now rinsing with Listerine, sloshing it around in his mouth. Everything was perfectly normal; then Bakura came in.
Without warning, he came up behind Ryou and hugged him tight enough to make him spit out the Listerine. Most of it wound up going down the front of his shirt.
He coughed and wiped some off his chin, looking at the reflection of Bakura in the mirror, although his face was hidden. "BakuChan? Is everything... Are you alright?"
"Ryou..." He buried his face deeper into the middle of Ryou's back, which was painful. Ryou arched away from him.
"Ow... BakuChan... What is it?"
Bakura finally let go and allowed Ryou to turn around in his arms. They looked into each other's eyes. Ryou was surprised to see such a somber expression on Bakura's face.
"We're going to die..."
"The curse. I know."
"I've failed you, and I'm sorry."
Ryou ran his fingers through Bakura's snowy hair. "BakuChan..."
Bakura blushed. "I love it when you call me BakuChan. I love it when you speak at all."
This statement gave Ryou some pause.
"Ryou, I love you."
o o o
Malik and Jouno were gone.
Getting to her feet, Rebecca searched the interior of the barn, but she saw nothing. She wasn't foolish enough to think of what she'd just experienced as anything but what it was: a harbinger.
Outside, a cold fog hung in the air, obscuring all but the vaguest shapes-- the trees, where they broke around the path to the lake, and over here, the large dark gray lump that was Kaiba's lake house. She walked in that direction now, worried, her stride speeding to a sprint as she covered ground, yet didn't seem to be getting any closer to the house.
She finally stopped, breathless, hand clamped over the stitch in her side. The house seemed to be further away now.
She heard them again, laughing somewhere in the fog.
A sheen of cold sweat and mist chilled her skin and she could not stop herself from trembling. She hugged herself, feeling like a lost, helpless child again.
o o o
Ryou stared at Bakura for the longest, most torturous time. When he finally opened his mouth, all he could say was, "BakuChan..."
Bakura held Ryou tighter, feeling the warmth of their bodies pressed together. It felt so good.
"Mmmh... My light... Precious light..."
Ryou's fingers were caressing his hair. "BakuChan..."
Bakura sighed happily.
"BakuChan, I love you too."
Bakura's eyes snapped wide open. He loosened his embrace and backed enough to look at Ryou. His light was smiling kindly at him. Bakura was amazed.
I told him... He knows now...
o o o
Ryou burst into the kitchen, where Fluffy and K San were drinking and leaning against the counter. His eyes were wide with panic. They stood, stepping towards him.
"What is it?"
"Bakura's having a seizure!"
o o o

They found him on the bathroom floor, eyes rolled back, limbs flailing, body thrashing. The deceptively soft thumps of his body hitting the floor repeatedly filled the air.
They fell to their knees beside the thief and turned him onto his side. K San took hold of his head, cradling it and tilting it so Bakura wouldn't swallow his tongue. Fluffy held his arms in an attempt to minimize his thrashing.
"Call the main desk! We need an ambulance now!"
o o o
Their voices circled her within in the fog, moving slowly, closing in around her.
"We have a message for you. From my best friend Honda..."
"And Duke, Mai, Anzu..."
"... And especially Mokuba."
"And the message is..."
Rebecca's breath caught in her throat as she became aware of a low growling sound. She couldn't tell which direction it came from. Then she saw it-- a pair of eyes glowing maliciously from the emptiness. Just as she recognized it as one of Jouno's pit bulls, it charged, tearing Rebecca's host body-- Malik's body-- to shreds.
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