Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or the movie Ginger Snaps, which I owe a lot of inspirational credit to, but I do own Brandon Huston, Joey's ability to turn into a werewolf, and his switchblade.
Author's Notes: The sequel has arrived! o^.^o Beginning and ending words are quotes from Ginger Snaps.
Metamorphosis
Chapter One: Out By Sixteen...
"What are we doing out here again?"
"Looking for my neighbor's dog."
"Well why the bloody hell can't he do it!?"
"Bakura, he's almost ninety years old. He can't even walk."
"Oh....sorry, Tristan, the cold is making me a little--"
"I understand. I'm freezing, too...."
It was December now, exactly four months since Tristan had been bitten by a werewolf. There was a light snow on the ground of the park which Bakura and the said brunette were scouring for the escaped terrier, Melvin.
"MELVIN!"
"MELVIN! WHERE IN THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU!?"
"MELVIN!!"
"How hard can it be to find a bleedin' mutt...."
"MELVIN! He's a purebred Scottish terrier, Bakura...."
"I don't care if he's a bloody Great Dane! I want to go home! Why the bloody hell did you drag me along, anyway!?"
"You say that a lot..."
"Say what a lot?"
"'Bloody hell'. You don't usually curse...."
"Well I'm freezing cold! I think I heard you use a few swears back there."
"Okay, okay, I'll drop it...."
There was a short pause before Bakura spoke again.
"You still never told me why you dragged me along on this lovely venture...."
"Because I never go out alone anymore."
"Oh, yes, that's right, if you ever want to try to get killed by a werewolf again you want someone to die with you...."
"Bakura, I never said that.....hey, why'd you stop?"
The white-haired youth gulped.
"I found Melvin...." he whispered weakly, his voice quivering. They had found Melvin alright.
What was left of him, at least.
Pieces of the small dog's bloody corpse were strewn across the sandbox in the children's playground area. Apparently some larger animal had attacked him. The strange thing was he had not been devoured completely; the only thing left of a little canine like him should have been a bone or two.
"Oh, God...." Tristan croaked, putting a hand to his mouth and choking down what threatened to rise from his stomach. Bakura bit his lip, his hands clenched and shaking from the effort to not vomit.
"What do we do now?" he asked after a moment and a deep breath.
"I guess....we....take him....back...."
"What?" the brown-eyed boy hissed through his teeth, looking at Tristan like the taller boy had done the deed himself.
"Well, we can't leave him here...."
"Why the hell not!?"
"What do you think the kids will do when they see this?"
"......Do we have to bring him back with us?"
"Well.....we could....." the brunette heaved a sigh. "We could just put his body in a trashbag or something....but we're still taking him back with us. Mr. Fenson will want to bury him, you know....or what's left of him."
"Alright, I'll get the bag...." Bakura walked shakily over to an empty trash bin and removed the black plastic from inside. When he went over to Tristan, he noticed the other teen wasn't moving and had his hand resting on a piece of the mauled terrier.
"He's still warm...." he whispered, his expression grave and his face pale.
"Well thanks for the lovely image...."
"No, I mean really warm. It's about thirty degrees out here and he's still warm."
"I don't see your point...."
"That means whatever killed him is not far away at all."
And all of a sudden they heard the squeak of rusty metal on metal. Both boys whipped around to see one of the swings slowly moving back and forth, as if something had just brushed against it.
...Or Dead In This Scene
