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Happy Hallow's Eve	By : Whytney Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3729 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Phantom: Okay, I'm sorry for not updating sooner but I have been busy with another story I'm planning on posting ^^ If you're a fan of Yuugiou, yuri and life in Ancient Egypt, then you're going to love it ^_^ I may not post it until it's finished, but when it is up, give it a go ^^ I've put a lot of time and research into writing it. But without further ado, here's the next chappie to THIS fic! ^0^

Naria: Dang girl, you are one psychopathic mama! Reminds me of myself at times... but usually I just sit silently observing the world around me... like the geek I am XD I like Jou/Kaiba pairings too, in fact they're probably my favourite after Ryou, Bakura and the Ishtars. NOTHING AND NOBODY will beat them, EVER! XD Keep your comments coming, authoress twin ^^ *glomples*

Lori: XD take that bitch down! I seriously think that being her itchily annoying self that she would reply to that... but I ain't heard shit from her. Maybe that's a good thing, but I secretly enjoy watching the claws come out sometimes XD Frankly, I can't imagine Malik singing and dancing gaily along to Egyptian folk music. COME ON! Bring on the Guns n Roses/Korn/Breaking Benjamin/Audioslave with a hint of 50 on the side, shit, dammit! XD Again, thankies for all your help! ^^ *glopes*

Disclaimer: I OWN NADA!

Warnings: This fic contains the following: hentai, shounen-ai, yaoi, yuri, blood, gore, violence, freaky shit, rape and killing. That's why I chose the rating. All flames will fall on deaf ears ^_^

Pairings: You'll soon find out.

�Happy Hallow's Eve�
Written and edited by: JoeysGal
Rating: NC17
Genre: Horror/Hentai/Drama
Type: Continuation
Chapter Six

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�I wonder what this place actually is,� Malik said, hands in pockets walking astride Marik.

�What if it's something creepy? Like an old little abandoned cottage or something?� Ryou said in a voice touched with excitement.

�Hey you guys! Wait for us!�

All four boys turned and sweat-dropped when they saw Yuugi and Yami no Yuugi running towards them, the Sennen Puzzle jingling around the spirit's neck. Ryou and the others waited by a giant sequoia tree - probably over two hundred years of age - for Yuugi and his counterpart. The two reached them huffing and puffing, but quickly regained composure.

�Can we come with you guys?� Yuugi asked. �I heard you are going to see that historical site,�

�We are,� Bakura said. �But we didn't invite you -�

�Of course you can come, Yuugi,� Ryou interrupted sheepishly. �It shouldn't be too far away now.�

Marik laced his fingers between Malik's and tugged at his arm. �Come on, let's get going.�

Malik smiled. �You just want to get there so you can feed that demon of a stomach of yours,�

Marik grimaced. �You know me too well, koi.� He replied, kissing Malik's temple.

Malik chuckled. �I know,�

**~***~**

�You're going to get sick if you eat too many of those, Ryuuji,� Mai laughed, watching her boyfriend of three months bite into another cluster of juicy wild cherries.

�But they're so good!� He cried. �I can't get enough� like I can't get enough of you,�

Mai watched him climb down the sakura tree and hang off of a branch. He leant out far enough to kiss her, tasting of concentrated cherry. �Then maybe you should come down from that tree and take me for yourself.� Mai replied, winking at him.

Otogi jumped down from the tree with a handful of cherries, and popped them into their picnic basket. He lay down on the tiger-printed rug next to the violet-eyed woman, glad that he was lucky enough to have her. He was a lot younger than her, by almost eight years, but she didn't care, and neither did he. They always thought of each other as attractive during the tournament on Kaiba's airship, but knew that it wasn't the appropriate time. There was too much at stake to even think about fooling around. Besides, Otogi knew Jou had a thing for Mai back then, and didn't want to hurt his feelings. He was more interested in Shizuka anyway, but not now.

Mai was lying back on the rug, enjoying the sunlight on her face. `A good way to get your vitamin D' she had said earlier. Which was true, too, Otogi guessed. She looks good enough as it is. I can't believe she's mine, really mine. I'm not dreaming anymore� it's real.

Mai gazed at the emerald-eyed boy observing her with a dreamy, dazed look. �What's up with you?� she asked.

�Nothing,� Otogi said, regaining composure. �Absolutely nothing.� He kissed her.

Mai lifted her head to return the kiss just as eagerly. �If you insist.�

The dark-haired boy lay down with her and gazed some more. �I was just thinking about how much I�� his voice trailed off, and a flush of embarrassment touched his face.

�How much you what, babe?�

Otogi sighed and averted his eyes from hers. �I know it sounds stupid, since it's only been a couple of months that we've been together��

Amethyst orbs continued to look at him curiously. �But�?�

�It's not easy to say, but I think I'm falling in love with you�� Otogi said, taking her hands in his. �Stupid, right? I'm an idiot. I shouldn't have said -�

�You're not stupid, Ryuuji,� Mai said, stroking his cheek, rough with shiny black stubble. �I understand perfectly� I thought I was in love too, once. That was a long time ago, though��

�It wasn't with Jou, was it?� A frown knotted Otogi's forehead.

Mai smiled and giggled a little. �No, not Jounouchi. It doesn't matter though, now. What does matter is that you and I are here, in this field, alone.�

Otogi let his eyes slide shut and moaned softly as he felt their lips come together and compress with flawless friction. He became oblivious to all that was around him - the trees, the birds, the sound of the river over the forest not far away - except Mai. She was his main focus, and she had never been unresponsive to the way of his naturally skilled touch. The blonde woman opened herself to him every time they engaged in sexual pleasure; satisfied again and again, more and more at the way they fit so well together.

She liked the way he was experimental too. They had no embarrassment or humiliation between them. They weren't ashamed of their bodies, of the way they looked or sounded or moved. They were happy - overly happy - with what they had together, and nothing would change that.

Otogi had positioned himself between her eagerly parted legs, gently stroking her moist, swollen entrance. He loved to tease her before fully inserting himself into her, knowing she was well ready for him and could accept him with ease. With every thrust, surge after surge of pleasure filled them both and with one final rapturous burst, they released at the height of their pleasures and lay together, exhausted and panting, sweating.

The man and woman dozed for a while on their picnic rug, letting the cooling breeze refresh them and stir them from their enjoyable lethargy. Otogi randomly shuddered and gooseflesh rose on his skin. He pulled the blanket around them both, nudging and butting at Mai's neck to get warm and comfortable against her. She chuckled hoarsely and rolled out from underneath him.

�Noooo, don't leave meee�� Otogi whined, shivering inside the plaid blanket.

Mai smiled, her shameless naked body glistening in the sunlight. She reached for her bra and panties, slipped them on, and then put on her shorts and tank top. �I need to go to the little girls' room. I'll be back, hon.�

Otogi lay huddled up, watching her thin pale figure dart across the meadow to the edge of the forest before the slipped into the trees and disappeared. He dozed for a while, sliding in and out of sleep every couple of minutes. If anything sated him more, it was making love. The more vigorous it was, the better it put him to sleep. Today it was gentle, sensual sex, though, so he was more alert than he would have been had they been at home. He waited a while before getting up and putting his clothes back on, waiting impatiently, bored, for Mai to return. He munched on a few ripened cherries and stared at the forest beyond, but not seeing anything.

She should be back by now, he frowned. Maybe she got lost. Or tripped up. Shit! What if she's fallen or something? The thought panicked him, and he immediately sprung to his feet and started sprinting across the meadow. She can't be far� maybe I'm just overreacting, Otogi thought. He came to the edge of the forest and walked in, feeling a chill overcome him from the lack of sunlight.

�Mai? Mai, where'd you go?� Otogi asked in a voice that sounded squeakier than he would have liked.

He searched the forest with his eyes, seeing nothing but a mass of red, gold and yellow-orange branches, hinted with the last greens of the dying summer. He suddenly realized that Mai hadn't answered his call to her. Where is she? He wondered as his heart started thundering hard inside his chest. Maybe she just didn't hear me� A sense of denial and dread overcame him, and his instinct finally came about.

�Mai! Mai! Where are you?!� He shrieked, running through the dense thickets, angrily shoving bushes aside. �Mai! Oh, Kami, this isn't funny!�

Exhausted, Otogi came out of the forest and collapsed to his knees, panting and heaving, tears cornering his eyes. Through blurred vision, he looked up to the cherry tree in the distance with their things underneath it. She wasn't there, either. She wasn't anywhere.

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�Can you read this?� Bakura asked, blowing the dust off of a stone platform.

�I don't think so. It's not modern Japanese� it looks like some sort of ancient text�� Ryou said, squinting at it. �But it's definitely some sort of Asian script. It doesn't look like it would be from anywhere else in the world.�

Malik rolled his eyes in boredom. �Well, it's not Arabic. That's all I can say,�

Ryou, Malik, Yuugi and their equals had reached the place that Bakura was so looking forward to seeing. It was a stone complex that jutted out from a sheer cliff wall, almost looking as if it had been carved out of the cliff itself. It hadn't been, though, as there were obvious lines as to where the stone blocks had been stacked on top of each other. The complex was cool and damp, shadowed by a thick pine plantation that spawned up the slopes beyond. The place had an almost eerie feeling to it; all six could feel it.

�Let's go check this shit out!� Bakura cried excitedly.

�Wait, look�� Ryou said, catching something with his keen eye. He walked up the steps and over to the corner of the stone balcony. Before him was a rusted old metal box that had a sign with a little information on it.

�Read it for us, Ryou.� Malik said, speaking for not only him, but Marik too.

Ryou cleared his throat. �Donations. Please donate generously. Your donations help to support our memorial library in memory of all those who suffered here, and of the people who managed to close down this site in its operating day. Over two centuries ago, Umeko Concentration Camp was patrolled by vicious Samurai warriors from the south that held innocent villagers hostage. Disputes between the regions in Japan caused conflict, and the samurais would take no mercy in getting what they pleased. Full blown massacres and torturing their prisoners - blackmailing the community - are only a few examples of how they expressed their cold hearts. So please, give generously, and help us in repairing all that was lost so very long ago.�

Haunting silence hung densely in the air among the teenagers once Ryou had finished reading the passage. They weren't entirely sure what to think. Bakura was puzzled, not knowing whether to be impressed by the fact that Egypt wasn't the only place that carnage took place, or to feel slightly set on edge. He could tell that his hikari was a little startled that they were standing on the grounds where a mass murder had once taken place, and thus moved closer to him. Marik was standing behind Malik in a protective embrace, his arms set comfortably over Malik's hips. Yuugi was huddled underneath Yami no Yuugi's shoulder.

�Still want to take a look around?� Ryou asked, taking his wallet from his pocket and slipping some loose change into the donation box.

�Well, we're here now.� Bakura said. �We might as well, while we're up this way. There's nothing else here to see.�

�I think we should head back,� Yami no Yuugi spoke up, looking down at his light worriedly. Yuugi looked a little distressed.

�Don't be such a pussy, Yuugi.� Malik grunted. �Let's have a look inside, at least. Then we can go,�

The others agreed, and Yuugi hesitantly walked alongside his darkness, not at all looking forward to what was inside. Bakura pushed open the door to the inside of the age-old building. Inside a old, musty vapour invaded the boys' nostrils, and it was obvious that many deaths had taken place there a long time ago. A long time ago, Yuugi reminded himself. It's nothing to worry about� but I do wonder, why does this place remind me of my soul room? The layout is similar, but it doesn't smell or feel the same. Yami always makes me feel safe, not nervous like I feel now�

�Look at this, guys,� Ryou said, walking over to a ledge that was cluttered with some random objects. �What would a whole bunch of scrolls and tools be doing here?�

�And a radio?� Malik asked, joining Ryou's side to investigate. �I wonder if it works�� He pushed the `on' button, but failing that, whacked it a few times. It made a fuzzy sound, and then died again. �Piece of shit��

Yuugi glanced over the far wall of the chamber, and noticed a pitchfork sitting on it, along with an oily chainsaw and various other gardening tools. He swallowed the lump of terror welling up in his throat and clenched his eyes tightly shut. He didn't like this place at all, and Yami had picked it up a while ago.

//Aibou, what's wrong?//

I feel� This place is just freaking me out. I want to get out of here,

//There's nothing to be scared of, Yuugi�//

Yami's reassuring voice still didn't cease Yuugi's tension. I don't care. Please, can we just go?

//Alright, if you say so.//

Ryou looked around behind him, and saw many chambers with rusty iron bars guarding them. He shivered, mentally imagining what this place might have been like back in its day. All the moaning and screaming from torture, starvation and the death of loved ones, and knowing that they'd never come out alive, much less see the outside world again. He shuddered and rubbed his arms.

�Let's get outa here. This place is giving me the creeps,� Ryou decided.

Much to Yuugi's relief, the others agreed and began filing out of the cold stone complex. The bright sunlight that once washed over the wild landscape had dulled considerably since being inside. Once they got outside, they saw somebody hovering around the donation box, and by the look of it, trying to break into it. Wondering who it was, and being the nosier one out of the group, Malik strolled up to him.

�Hey, dude. What are you doing?�

The man turned around. He was clad in a beige uniform with a full-brimmed hat on. �I'm collecting the donations. What are you doing here? It's not often we get people around here, ya know.�

�Why is that?� Ryou asked.

�Oh, you know� It's just not a very popular spot. We park rangers are usually on our Pat Maloney's* out here, patrolling the park and what have you,�

Ryou creased a brow. �That reminds me� What is the name of this park, anyway?�

�This is Ayame National Park. Why's that, kiddo?� the ranger replied.

Ryou sighed. �Well� I guess I can say that you were right this time, Bakura.�

Bakura grinned a wily grin. �Told you so,� He gloated.

�We better get going anyway, sir. See you round,� Malik said, bored already.

The group of teens started walking down the leafy slope, back into the woodland toward camp. They were in quiet chatter amongst themselves, talking on fairly similar wavelengths about the history of the concentration camp. They were so deep in conversation that they were almost oblivious to the other people in the group. They didn't even realize when Yami wheeled around and started running in the direction they had just come.

�That had Yuugi squealing like a pig inside,� Malik snorted, laughing. �Right Yuugi? Yuugi?�

Ryou looked around. �Hey, where's Yuugi?�

�Where's the Pharaoh?�

�Malik! Ryou! Bakura! Marik!� Yami called, coming back into vision of the four boys. �Yuugi's vanished!�

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*= Pat Maloney: My Dad used to use this term when referring to someone on their own� or someone who's by themselves. *shrugs* ^_^

Hope you enjoyed that! But now... must... sleep.... zzZZZZzZzzZZz....
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