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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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"... Is that really you, Malik?"
Malik took Ryou into his arms and proved who he was with a deep, slow, passionate kiss. Ryou melted in Malik's embrace and leaned against him, fingers gripping the Egyptian's Rare Hunters cloak.
"nnhh... mmh..."
When they parted, Ryou smiled into his lover's eyes. "I missed you."
"I missed you too. Rebecca's dead."
Ryou blinked and raised his eyebrows. "What?"
"She's dead. Jouno helped me kill her." He gazed thoughtfully to the side. "Unless he was just part of my dream..."
He smiled at Ryou again. "But the important part is that you're safe now."
"How do you kill a ghost...?"
"I lost my body, but it's okay. It's not like I've never shared a host body before."
"But what about the curse?"
Malik kissed the tip of Ryou's nose. "There is no curse."
o o o
"Malik?"
ShuChan stepped cautiously down the steps. An icy wind swept past him as he approached the fog surrounding Kaiba's house with a dense, cold, white shroud.
He cupped his hands around his mouth. "Malik!"
The only response was the howl of the wind.
He walked in the direction he thought he'd heard Malik scream. As he approached, the fog dissipated and revealed a mound of rendered human flesh laying in a puddle of mud and blood.
ShuChan's air whooshed from his lips in an astonished sigh.
"Malik... Rebecca..."
"It's okay..."
The mist rolled together and took shape. Rebecca gazed at him, her countenance angelic, her expression serene.
"I'll never forget how kind you've been to me... Please, go back to Yuki..."

o o o
Jouno didn't open his eyes at first.
He listened as his breathing picked up. He felt the reassuring warmth of the bedclothes surrounding him. His body felt so heavy and weak that he dreaded the thought of having to raise himself from this comfortable place and start the day. He stayed still, wishing he could fall asleep again. It was so warm here, so quiet and safe...
"Big Brother?"
Serenity?
"Where are you, Big Brother?"
With a sharp inhale and a long sigh, he forced himself to sit up and open his eyes.
He was surprised to find himself in a strange room he'd never seen before.
The bed he lay on was bedecked in silken finery the likes of which he could never afford. The room was aglow with the light from dozens of candles.
What the hell is this place?
Don't play dumb. You know where you are...
He got out of the bed and drew a blue silk robe about himself as he left the room and strode down the hall in the direction he thought he'd heard Serenity's voice coming from.
"Serenity, I'm here! Don't move, I'll find you!"
The house, which he did not consciously recognize as Kaiba'a lake house, was filled with foreboding shadows that he had to stop and look at twice a few times. He kept glimpsing strange things in his peripheral vision-- it looked like there were people coming out of the walls. A chill overcame him as he thought that maybe it was possible that this place was haunted.
Something is here, he thought, something malicious.
He turned a corner into a long corridor and saw her form at the far end, in the doorway. She was facing the other way, just standing there gazing into the room before her.
"Serenity!"
He ran to her. He stopped and as he reached for her, he was struck with the sudden certainty that when he turned her around, there would be something horribly wrong with her face. He got a flash-- a mental image of Serenity's eyes covered with slimy white membranes like cataracts.
He turned her around and she looked perfectly healthy, but her expression was sad. Tears shone in her eyes.
"Big Brother..."
Seeing her in such sorrow made Jouno's heart ache. "What's wrong, Serenity?"
She turned and gestured beyond the door where they stood. "How could anyone do this?"
Mokuba was laying in the middle of the small room, before the fireplace. He was not a person, but an assortment of broken doll parts set together to resemble a human being. Seto was hunched over Mokuba, sobbing and kissing Mokuba's face. He seemed completely oblivious to Jouno and Serenity's presence.
Jouno put one arm around Serenity and his other hand over her eyes. "Don't look. You shouldn't see that."
Serenity's voice took on a panicky edge. "Where are you?"
Jouno held back a chuckle. He thought Serenity was playing up to the moment she pushed his hand away from her eyes and glared at him like he was a stranger. "Who are you? Where's Joey!?"
"Serenity, what are you--?"
She slapped him smartly across the face. "Where's my brother!?"
"But I AM Joey!"
She shoved past him and ran down the hall.
"It won't work. She knows you too well."
Jouno then saw himself across the room, leaning on the mantel of the fireplace. He thought for one crazy moment that he'd somehow developed his own yami, because the person standing there seemed darker, evil somehow. He wore a midi, long silk gloves, leather pants, and steel-toed workboots, all black. His eyes shone with an inhuman spark.
"Don't deny anything. Lie your ass off to them, if you want..."
The other Jouno cocked his head towards the floor. Mokuba and Kaiba were now joined by Yugi, Anzu, Honda, Duke, and Mai. They were covering Mokuba's corpse with bouquets and plushies.
"But don't lie to yourself, and keep in mind that you can't go back. You'll be better off." He turned and walked away.
"Wait! I don't understand--"
The other Jouno suddenly turned, a feral snarl of a smile on his face. He became a beam of light that fired itself at Jouno and struck him in the chest, penetrating and sinking into him. He cried out in surprise and pain.
o o o
The door to the suite was opened and shut.
"Yuki!"
Yuki recognized Shuichi's voice and quickly got to his feet, taking a couple of steps in that direction.
He barely managed to suppress a smile as his pink-haired lover bounded into the room, ran to him, and threw his arms around him.
"Yuki Yuki Yuki! I missed you so much! It took me forever to find my way back here!"
Yuki stroked ShuChan's soft pink hair, and when ShuChan looked up at his lover, he saw tears flowing freely down Eiri's face.
"Yuki?! Are you alright?"
"You're... such a ... moron..."
He scooped ShuChan into a tight embrace and did not let go until Breathing became an issue.
o o o

Bakura strode up to the checkout and laid down the DVDs he intended to purchase-- Ringu, The Ring, and The Ring Two.
The cashier let out an impressed whistle. "Having a movie marathon?"
"It's research. I have to find out everything I can about Sadamara."
"Well, in that case you should get the Korean version, too, don't ya think?"
Bakura's face dropped. "... There's a Korean version?"
"Yep. It's called The Ring Virus." He pointed out where the DVD sat proudly on the shelf.
Bakura walked over and picked up the disc. As he did, something caught his eye. Next to The Ring Virus he found a documentary called Rings. He grabbed it and saw yet another movie called Rasen. Every time he picked up a DVD, there were more in its place... Birthday, Ring 0, Loop... It was endless.
Bakura hit the street, pushing a shopping cart that overflowed with Ring DVDs.
He eyed the mountain of plastic cases and sweatdropped. How am I going to manage to watch all of these before time runs out?
He was on a broad sidewalk, rolling down a sunny street in what looked like New York City. People were milling about. Bakura was grateful that they ignored him.
Up ahead, he heard someone yelling. The crowd parted and Bakura found himself approaching a dark figure. It was a teenage boy with fluffy blonde hair and golden eyes. He was dressed all in black and gesturing wildly as he ranted to the indifferent crowd.
"It's easy with children. It's just so easy. You can do whatever you want, and they can't fight back. So pure, so clean, so fresh. Don't give me such a look! It's not my fault! I'm not his keeper!"
He suddenly turned and glared right into Bakura's eyes, startling and unnerving him. Bakura lowered his head and pushed the cart faster.
The nameless bishie yelled at Bakura's retreating form, his voice rising to a hysterical scream. "Those movies won't help, you know! You and your hikari are fucked! And even if you kill her, things'll just get worse! It always gets worse!!"
The crowd got thicker as he hurried down the street. Bakura started shoving his way through and eventually bumped his shopping cart into a barricade. Everyone was gathered around, watching a parade.
There were three girls in china doll masks and long black wigs dancing slowly down the street, their motions sensual and deliberate. Their long white dresses floated after them on the breeze.
Every few steps they would pause and lower their masks long enough to smile and wink at the crowd. On one side was Anzu. On the other side was Mai. When the girl in the middle first lowered her mask, she looked like what Rebecca probably would've looked like if she'd been allowed to grow into a teenager. But each time she lowered the mask again, her face changed, becoming first Samara, then Sadako, then something that was no longer human.
o o o
"I'll explain what I mean. I'll show you, and I'll tell you everything. But you have to get better first, Jouno Wheeler."
Jouno didn't answer, as he had been sedated and strapped into bed. His sleep was restless-- watching from the doorway, Kaiba saw the crease in his brow, and the slight clench of his fists.
The surroundings were posh for a mental facility. Kaiba had paid and admitted Jouno himself, and would be responsible for him from here on out.
"Mr. Seto Kaiba?"
He turned and met the gaze of a tall, slim woman with wavy midnight blue hair and deep blue eyes so dark they were almost black. Her hand was out, and he shook it.
Her speech was even and professional. "I am Dr. Paoma Wong."
"Thank you for coming on such short notice."
She nodded and walked past him into Jouno's room. "Is this the patient?"
"Yes."
"I've seen items about his deeds on the news. I'm very interested in this case."
o o o
There was no lock on the bathroom door. Ryou thought this was most likely so patients couldn't lock themselves in and hurt themselves, or be unreachable if they had heart attacks.
Ryou smirked and covered Malik's lips with his finger.
"Shh."
They moved to the door and leaned against it, arms around each other, and kissed.
"We can't stay long... Bakura's still sick. He might need me."
"Don't worry. He's asleep. He'll be fine for a few minutes."
o o o

Bakura awoke with a sharp gasp.
He blinked at the ceiling for a few long seconds, thinking about his dream and what it might mean for him and his light.
Sitting up, he looked out the bay window. It was raining sheets.
It's you, BakaChan... It's all about you.
The idea invaded Bakura's mind quickly-- he imagined opening that bay window... climbing out onto the ledge... jumping to his death. He saw his corpse laying facedown in the rain. What shocked him most was how alluring it all seemed.
He found himself suddenly convinced that if he killed himself, the curse would be broken and Ryou would be safe. He pulled back the bedsheets and swung his feet out--
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