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Hellraisers III: Items of Mass Dysfunction

Chapter VI: Life After Death

            Joey stretched his arms above his head and yawned as he left the diner with Yugi. “Damn,
that was the best breakfast I’ve had in quite a while. Thanks for picking up the tab, man.”
Yugi smiled as he walked with Joey over to his car, “Anything for a friend, Joey.”
“So where ya headin’ after ya drop me off?” Joey asked as he got into the car.
Yugi shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t really know. I’d like to go home, but...” Yugi’s voice
trailed off.
Joey closed the car door. “But what? Is something the matter?” he asked curiously.
Yugi sighed as he started up his car. “Well Joey, yeah, there is something on my mind,” he
paused while maneuvering his car out into the road.
Joey clipped on his seatbelt.
“The Pharaoh is acting like it’s no big deal that he’s got this new job working with Mokuba
Kaiba, traveling and stuff. I’m a little ticked off, you know?” Yugi elaborated once they were
safely on their way.
Joey groaned at the mention of the Kaiba name.
Yugi bit his lip once he realized what he’d just said. The need to apologize took over. “Joey, I’m
sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” Yugi explained.
Joey smiled at Yugi, “Nah, it’s okay. It’s not Mokuba’s fault his brother is a self-centered
jerkwad. So Mokuba is in cahoots with the Pharaoh? That seems a little strange. What’s the deal
behind that?”
Yugi shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know, maybe he’s having a mid-afterlife crisis.”
Joey poked Yugi in the arm and laughed, “HA! That’s a good one! Mid-afterlife crisis...”
Yugi smiled shyly as he watched the road.
The two drove back toward the motel in silence for a few minutes... until Joey’s ants in the pants
started acting up. It had never been easy for him to stay still very long.
“Damn, we need some tunes,” the sandy blonde said, reaching for the on button.
No objections were heard from Yugi, for he was focused on his thoughts more than anything.

            Meanwhile, back at the motel, the curtain was drawn shut and the small motel room was
semi-dark; only the light from the television provided light.
Ryou had fallen into a deep sleep within minutes of hitting the pillows. He wasn’t wasting any
time. All the excitement over the past couple days had drained his energy reserve.
Malik wasn’t tired enough to sleep; instead of taking advantage of some shut eye, he took
advantage of the cable television. He lay on his stomach on the bed, surfing from channel to
channel. “Hey, cool, they got a documentary on colleges on this channel,” the bleach blonde said,
inching himself closer to the tv with his elbows.
Marik, who was seated at a small table by the window, raised an eyebrow, “Colleges? You can’t
tell me you’re actually thinking of going to college.”
Malik grinned at Marik and winked. “I’d go to this one,” the Egyptian snickered.
“Let me see,” Marik said as he stained his neck to see what his other half was watching. The
blonde audibly gulped upon seeing what was on the television screen.
Three college woman, two blondes and one brunette, in a steamy hot tub, using popsicles in a
way nature did not intend, and a guy from the chess club jerking his junk behind a bush
watching.
“Classic,” Marik grinned.
While Ryou rested and Marik and Malik indulged their eyes, Bakura paced back and forth with
his hands clasped behind his back. Occasionally he muttered to himself. The silver-haired thief
was entirely absorbed in thoughts.
Marik couldn’t help but take notice of Bakura’s odd behavior. “If you start answering yourself
there, Bakura, I’m calling in the white coats,” he smirked. Marik waited a moment for Bakura to
react. After getting no response, Marik grew slightly aggravated and tossed out another insult,
“Can I borrow your face for a few days? My ass is going on vacation.”
Still Marik was not catching Bakura’s attention.
Marik tried again.
“"I've seen people like you before, Bakura... but I had to pay admission!”
Malik giggled at his other half’s blatant rudeness.
Marik growled under his breath. The wild-eyed blonde tapped his fingers on the table.
Bakura raised an eyebrow. “Could you please not do that?” he said to Marik.
Malik buried his face in the bed comforter and laughed hard.
Marik discontinued his tapping and groaned.
Bakura took the open chair across the table from Marik and had a seat. “Marik, tell me, do you
feel anything ‘odd’ here at this motel?” he asked curiously.
Marik took a moment to think.
Bakura waited patiently for the response. He waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. After
two minutes that felt like forever, Marik finally replied with a simple “no.”
Bakura scowled at Marik, “Eat shit and bark at the moon.”
“Well that was certainly rude of you,” Marik responded.
Bakura was not pleased with Marik making him wait for something as elementary as a no. “Just
forget I asked,” Bakura frowned. “...airheaded blonde,”
“Hmph,” Marik pouted. “...cranky old lady.”
Bakura ignored the Egyptian and went back to thinking. Trading insults was the last thing on his
mind. The negative energy in the atmosphere was feeding his curiosity.
Ryou stirred in his sleep. He shifted positions and accidently kicked Malik’s leg.
Malik glanced back and noticed Ryou’s eyes beginning to open, “Hey Ry, are you doing okay
there?”
Ryou groaned as he shifted again, “I think I need to use the bathroom.” The white haired man
crawled sleepily off the bed and stumbled to the dark bathroom. He switched on the light and a
moment later let out a surprised shout, followed by a quick dive back onto the bed.
“What the...? ” Malik questioned as he watched Ryou bury himself under the comforter. He
could see Ryou was shaking like a leaf.
Ryou’s muffled whimpers could be heard from under the heavy blanket. “Evil...dirty...creature...”
“What did you see?” Malik ask while sliding off the bed toward the bathroom.
Marik got up and plopped down on the bed where Malik had been. His dark lavender eyes glued
themselves to the television.
Bakura grabbed his jacket off the chair. “Stop acting like a little pussy, Ryou. I’m going out, you
best grow a set before I get back... or else,” he threatened as he hurried out the door.
Malik walked out of the bathroom scratching his head. “There’s nothing in the bathroom, Ryou.
Are you on drugs or something? You’ve been acting really weird lately.”
Ryou peeked out from under the blanket and looked at Malik, “On drugs? NO! I am most
certainly not! There was a giant rat sitting on the back of the toilet! It looked right at me!”
Malik shook his head and laid behind Marik. He reached around his other half’s waist and
rubbed Marik’s taut stomach. “Can you do it?” Malik smirked as he tickled Marik’s abdomen
with his fingertips.
Marik raised an eyebrow and gave Malik a side-long look, “Do what?”
“Go after Bakura. I think him and Ryou are on drugs. Drugs are bad enough, psychos on drugs
are even worse.”
Marik chuckled and gave Malik a little shove off of him. “Sure, I’ll go round up the skinny old
bastard...BUT... you better be ready to bend over and be my bitch later.”
Malik stuck out his bottom lip and pouted, “Aww... but my butt still hurts from the last time!”
Marik scooted off of the bed and smirked at Malik as he headed out.
Malik blew his other half a kiss as he watched him leave. Marik grinned as he caught the kiss
before it hit the floor, “I be back in a bit.”

            Bakura’s hair blew in the wind as he walked around the motel grounds. He smoked on a
cigarette as he explored the flower garden in back of the building.
The garden was unique in it’s own right. Only white, dark red, and black flowers decorated the
hand laid stone pathway.
Crocosmia Lucifer, Lady of the Night tulips, Black Beauty lilies, German Superstition Irises,
Kenora Macob Dahlias and towering black Hollyhocks named only a few of the scented gems
residing in the garden.
A grey stone bench was placed off the pathway near a bubbling water fountain.
A tall statue of a fallen angel stood in the center of the garden, facing to the south.
A hand-made stone wall enclosed the garden, giving its observers the utmost privacy.
Metal Tiki torches lit up the path through the garden.
Bakura cocked his head as he caught sight of some strange writing carved into the stone entrance
gate. The writing looked like ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs, but it was hard to tell for sure in the
waning light.
“It’s an Egyptian rose” a woman’s voice asked him from behind.
Bakura turned around quickly, “Wha....?” he answered quickly, slightly taken by surprise.
The older woman was wearing a hooded cloak. She smiled crookedly, revealing her coffee
stained teeth. She walked over to the rose bush next to Bakura and picked a flower so red it
looked black, like the woman’s hair. She held the delicate flower under her nose and breathed in
it’s pleasant aroma. “Also known as the Mourning Bride. It’s been my favorite since I was a
small child. Cleopatra enticed Mark Antony with this very flower. This magick herb is symbolic
for widowhood and is still used in funeral wreaths in Portugal and Brazil.”
Bakura looked at the woman cock-eyed. He watched the woman pick the tiny petals from the
flower as she spoke.
The woman sniffed the flower and closed her eyes, “According to the Ancient Greeks, Flora, the
deity of flowers, was walking through the forest. She found the body of a beautiful nymph dead
on the ground. Saddened by the sight of the angelic creature dead, she decided to restore to her
life by turning her into a flower, one whose beauty surpassed all the others. She called upon
Aphrodite to grant the flower beauty; Zephyrus to blow away the clouds so that Apollo could
cast his light upon it, and Dionysius, to give nectar and fragrance. Than Chloris placed a crown
of dewdrops over her and named her Rose, Queen of Flowers.”
“Hn, that’s nice,” Bakura responded, only half listening to the woman’s story.
The woman tossed the thorny, empty stem onto the walkway and looked up at Bakura, “I was
sitting over on that bench,” she motioned to her right, “and I could hear you talking to yourself. Is
everything okay?”
“Everything is fine, you should mind your own business, woman,” Bakura quickly retorted.
Marik happened to be passing by and heard Bakura spouting his mouth... as usual. He had to
think quickly in order to shut Bakura up. “HEY!” Marik shouted loudly, grabbing the attention of
everybody within earshot of his voice.
Marik ran up to Bakura and punched him in the arm, “I’m going on a cigarette run, give me some
money.”
Bakura snapped his eyes at Marik, “ Are you crazy? I’m not giving you any money ...but, “
Bakura patted his jacket pocket, “I could use a pack of smokes. I’ll go with you.”
Marik snapped his fingers as he pointed at Bakura. “You rock,” he winked as he lead the way.
Bakura followed Marik out of the garden. He looked back and the woman was walking away.
“Strange woman,” he said to himself.

            Malik stretched his arms above his head and yawned as he flopped backward onto the
bed. He gently shook Ryou, who was resting. “Hey Ryou? Do you want to come with me to get
soda? I saw a couple machines out front.” he ask.
Ryou rubbed his eyes and coughed, “Yes, that does sound good.” The white-haired man sat up
and looked around the room. “Where are Bakura and Marik?” he ask.
Malik shrugged his shoulders as he slid on his pants, “I don’t know, somewhere I guess.”
Ryou rubbed his eyes again and yawned, “I don’t understand why I’m so tired. Some caffeine
will probably do me some good.”
“Better not forget this,” Malik grinned as he snatched the room key off the table, “Come on, let’s
go.”
Ryou followed Malik out the door. They started heading in the direction of where Malik claimed
there were soda machines.
“Ryou? Malik?” a familiar voice ask.
Ryou and Malik turned around quickly. They spotted Yugi sitting in his car with Joey.
“Yugi? Joey? What are you doing here?” Malik ask as he approached the car.
“I was just thinking the same thing,” Yugi smiled as he stepped out.
Joey stepped out of the car and waved, “Hey guys, whaddup?”
“Hey Joey, not much, just on a soda run,” Malik smiled.
“Well you two are in luck than,” Joey grinned. “Yugi and I just picked up a twelver of Coke. We
rented two DVD’s too, you two wanna hang out for a while?”
“Hell yeah, that sounds like fun,” Malik smiled enthusiastically.
Ryou gnawed nervously on his lower lip and looked at Malik. “But what about Bakura and
Marik? They’ll be pissed if they come back and find us gone,” he objected.
Malik shrugged his shoulders, “Marik won’t care, and if Bakura does, too bad.”
“Oh, I-I don’t know, Malik..” Ryou hesitated.
Malik grabbed Ryou’s arm and pulled him next to him. He looked at Yugi and Joey with eager
eyes, “He’s in, where’s your room at?”
“ALRIGHT!” Joey grinned, “follow me, it’s right over there.”
Joey lead Yugi, Malik and Ryou to him room and left them inside. The four casually chatted at
Joey passed out the sodas and popped in a DVD.
Ryou was looking over his shoulder watching the parking lot for Bakura.
“So you used to come here with the Pharaoh and throw eggs at this place?” Malik ask Yugi,
laughing at the mental picture.
“Yeah,” Yugi grinned, “Anytime we got mad we’d drive up here and egg the place. That was
before they reopened the place though. Grampa told me when he was a kid, he and his friends
heard this place was haunted by the rich family that built it in the early 1900's. Grampa said that
in the early 60's there was a graduation party here for the oldest daughter, and during the party the
youngest daughter went insane and slaughtered the entire family, along with the guests, with an
axe. Nobody knew what pushed the girl over the edge. From the early 60's until the mid-80's the
place stood vacant, when than it was rumored some Satanic cult was holding rituals in the
basement. I was really little, but I remember hearing the adults talking about it. In 1995 they
renovated this place and turned it into a motel.”
Ryou shivered and hugged himself as he continued to watch the parking lot, “That’s creepy. So
did it turn out to be true that there were dark rituals held here?”
Yugi shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t really know, I was only like eight years old when I heard
about it all. I don’t remember seeing anything about it on tv, I just remember mom and grampa
talking about it.”
Joey took a big drink of soda and let out a loud belch. “Wouldn’t it be cool if this place really
was haunted by ghosts?”
Ryou shivered and hugged himself again. “I don’t fancy that idea very much,” he shifted
uncomfortably.
“Well if you weren’t a spook magnet you’d probably think differently,” Malik laughed.
“You’ve been to the Shadow Realm, you know how it is there, that place leaves you shitting blue
bricks for a month after returning,” Ryou retorted.
“The Shadow Realm changes a guy, that’s for sure,” Yugi agreed.
Ryou suddenly jumped up out of his chair as a set of headlights appeared in the parking lot. “I
have to go, it was fun hanging with you guys,” he said quickly to Yugi and Joey. “Thanks for the
soda,” he added as he bolted out the door, leaving Malik behind.
“Well that was weird,” Joey mused.
Malik cracked open another Coke and kicked his feet up on the table. “That’s Ryou,” he casually
responded.
“Some people are sensitive about that stuff, I guess,” Yugi chimed in.
“I suppose you’re right,” Malik nodded.
“Well nothing is gonna catch Joey Wheeler off-guard!” Joey proudly proclaimed.
Malik grinned impishly. “AHHH! Holy shit, Joey! What’s that behind you!” the Egyptian yelled,
pointing behind Joey.
“What!?! Where?!?” Joey panicked as fell backward off of the bed.
“I guess it was nothing,” Malik snickered as he got up to leave.
Joey scrunched up his face and pouted, “You’re still an asshole, Malik.”
Malik continued to snicker as he walked toward the door. “I couldn’t resist, sorry Joey. Thanks
for the soda, you two. It was cool of you both to invite Ryou and I in. I had fun hanging out.
Maybe I’ll see you both tomorrow,” he smiled.
Yugi smiled back and nodded his head, “Yeah, I had fun too, see ya, Malik.”
Joey got up off of the floor and sat back on the bed. “Yeah, thanks for the company ...asshole.”
“You liked it,” Malik winked as he left the room.

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Hello readers,
I’ll be fixing up the little fudge-ups in this chapter over the next few days, hopefully there aren’t
many. I had to post this fast due to a hectic schedule. Your reviews are appreciated. I'm planning some kinky stuff for the next chapter, so if you have any requests, now is the time to share them. To those in
the United States reading this, Happy Independence Day.
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