Hello, this is a more serious story with lots of shocks and twists (not too many in the first chapter). I hope you like it, I find the plot rather intriguing to me. Please review with thoughts, questions or answers actually. Now please enjoy Chaotic Calvary.


Chaotic- complete state of confusion or disorder

Calvary- a experience of extreme mental pain

"Bakura, no fights, agruements, rude comments, cursing, or death glares. We are practically ghosts! There but never heard!" Ryou barked at his twin.

"Then a thief is a better example. " He retorted, earning himself a glare.

"Don't even dare. The police are already keeping a close eye after us after Mum's lab was uncovered. It's an anomaly how they even got those cameras in here. We're criminals without committing a crime, just stay out of trouble."

"Whatever Ryou." Bakura frowned, "This isn't the first time we were under heavy watch. Just this time we don't answer to a voice called 'Mum'."

Ryou grinded his teeth together, "Let's go to school, Bakura, before we are late."

"Or sentenced to be stoned." Bakura smirked, grabbing his bag. He was never serious on the matter. It was quite amusing seeing Ryou trying to be strong. What a farce.

Ryou stayed silent, gripping the straps of his backpack. He sighed.

"O, Mum. Your legacy is a heavy one to bear, Professor Touzoku." Bakura opened the front door for Ryou, bowing like a gentleman in a movie.

"Ever so kind of you to ease the tension but this is serious."

"No, no. This...is our life. Serious as it may be, we cannot change it so live it." He spoke truthfully. It never bothered him that their heads were desired on a silver platter.

"And what a great life it is?" Ryou sarcastically said, "Scarfs."

Bakura handed him his scarf, putting on his own. The scarfs covered their faces except their eyes like masks.

"Ready!"

Bakura nodded, he turned and locked the door as they exited. The flashing lights immediately went off, the yelling began.

"What do you have to say for your Mother's crime?!"

Why did she do it?!"

"You helped, didn't you, you monsters!"

"Go die along with her!"

"Go back to England! Murders!"

With even more nonsense. It didn't hurt anymore. At first Ryou cried and refused to leave the house but after Bakura mentioned his studies, he decided to face the insults. Ryou was scared. It hurt having the world hate you.

"No comment!" Bakura yelled, pulling Ryou through the crowd.

"Ghosts!" Ryou reminded him.

Bakura was going to reply until a shove interrupted him, "Hey!"

"Go die, you good for nothing foreigners! You're worthless!" The man yelled.

"Your Mother!" Bakura clenched his fists.

Ryou quickly grabbed him, running away, tears in his eyes. The crowd followed them. Every once in a while Ryou would yell at them to leave them alone. His efforts were futile. He even saw faces he once knew as friends in the crowd. People he thought looked out for him in the neighborhood. The crowd chased them a few blocks down until they hid in an alleyway. They panted leaning against the brick wall. They watched the crowd run pass them in their blind fury.

Tears fell from Ryou's eyes, "I can't take it! I can't take it!" He cried, banging his hand against the rough wall. He did it over and and over until blood gushed from his fist.

Bakura pulled him from the wall, "What the hell, Ryou?!"

"I don't deserve to live!" He sobbed, "She...to all those kids...They're dead!"

"Not our problem! We shouldn't have ever been brought into her sick world! You trying to kill yourself won't solve anything!"

"Yes it will!"

"Quit being a bloody idiot!"

Bakura heard a door open, he turned to see someone smoking on the back steps to an apartment building. The man stared at them with narrowed eyes, tapping his foot.

"Shouldn't you be at school?" He asked, taking a long drag of his cigarette.

"Just leaving." Bakura glared at the man.

"Too late now. They probably won't let you inside." He blew smoke, brushing his hair from face. It was a weird colour combination of blonde, black and dark red.

"Yami! Are you smoking!" A young voice came from inside.

The man, Yami, quickly discarded the tobacco, "Nope!"

A boy with the same hair style yet a lot shorter came to the door.

"I smell tobacco." He stated, crossing his arms.

"Not me, Yugi," Yami looked for a subject change, "These kids missed school."

"Really?" Yugi looked at them, "O may, your hand! Come in and I'll treat your wound!"

Bakura and Ryou stayed still.

"You heard him! Don't stand there like statues!" Yami yelled.

"Yami!" He scolded, "Your wound will get infected if not treated properly. I am the nurse here so I know what I'm doing."

Ryou nodded, taking a step forward. He glanced at Bakura, who sighed then nodded. That was a 'go ahead before I snap on these idiots'.

Ryou and Bakura followed them inside. They treaded up four flights of stairs. The stairway was shiny and clean. Anyone could see their reflection on the floor.

"Sorry, our repair man is lazy so the elevator won't be fixed anytime soon." Yugi said, looking dead at Yami.

"I'll do it sooner or later." He grumbled.

"Let's hope sooner." Bakura muttered.

"And he speaks! For a second I swore you were mute!" Yami laughed.

"That's not funny, some people are mute because of difficulties-"

"You love to kill my buzz."

They made it to the desired floor. The apartment building was a lot more expensive looking inside. It looked more like a hotel. Marble floors, mini chandeliers, numbers on each door. The numbers made no sense though, they were in all sorts of orders.

"This is a very beautiful place." Ryou said, politely.

"Thank you!" Yugi said, unlocking a door, "Home sweet home!"

The flat was extremely comfy like. There were only warm colours like browns and reds, colours of fall.

"Please sit down, I'll go retrieve the stuff." Yugi walked further into the home.

Ryou glanced at Bakura once more. "Sit down, Ryou."

Ryou nodded, walking to the sofa and gracefully sat unlike Bakura who plopped down beside him. As soon as Yami bent down to sit on the recliner.

"Yami Sudoku Muto!" Yugi yelled.

"Sudoku?" The twins asked.

"Family name." He explained, "My parents hated me since birth."

"What did you do with the rubbing alcohol! You always move stuff, it's so annoying! Why can't you just be a normal person and leave it!"

"Why do you blame me! Oh, nevermind! We ran out! And I don't move everything, I put it in it's rightful position! You mess up my organization, I like things by colour!"

"I organize by size, Yami! Just ask the neighbors!" Yugi nagged.

"Fucking housewife." Yami grumbled.

"What!"

"I'm going, dear!" He said, sarcastically.

"I'll come." Bakura stood up.

"Whatever, kid. Welcome to the circus." Yami said, scratching his head.

They walked out the flat. Yami knocked on the next door. Their was quite a bit of racket. The door quickly swung open.

"What?" The man sounded annoyed, "Yami? What is it, man?" He had messy black hair, green eyes and a slight tan. He was wearing a disheveled robe and messy eyeliner.

"Duke, we found the whipped cream!" A couple of girls giggled in the room.

"I'll be right there~!" He sang, "Make it quick, porcupine." He narrowed his eyes at Yami.

"Morning sex? No wonder Yugi hates morning...and you."

Duke scratched behind his head, "Well...yeah."

"Anyway, got any rubbing alcohol?"

"I might-"

"Duke, who's there? Are they coming to play with us?" The girls called again.

Yami frowned.

"Want to?" He asked them.

"No thanks." They declined.

"Oh, snap you're British! Hey, girls, you like Brits?"

"Really?!" A hoard of half naked woman came to the door. They giggled, "Say something!"

"Yea!"

"Please!"

Bakura raised an eyebrow, "I don't know why you-"

The girls squealed, jumping up and down.

"I'll ask someone else." Yami gave up hope on finding out from Mr. Devlin.

Duke shrugged, "Ladies! To the bedroom!"

"Yay!" Duke slammed the door after that.

"Such a manwhore." Yami rubbed his temples, "Next."

Yami knocked on the next door. The door cracked slightly.

"Y-Yami? What is it?" A woman with a heavy Russian accent asked.

"Do you have rubbing alcohol, Kisara?"

"I'm sorry, I don't. My apologies but my voice is killing me, I was in late last night." She whispered.

"I understand. " He nodded.

She gently shut the door.

"She's like a mouse. Nervous and quiet. Next!"

Once more Yami knocked on the door. This one was at the end of the hall. The door opened, slightly. Amethyst orbs stared at them.

"Yami?" a tanned hand came out and gripped his shirt, pulling him in.

Bakura quickly followed. His face came in contact with a shiny purple cloth dangling from the ceiling, making wave patterns. The ceiling look as if it was a sea of purple. This flat was totally different from Yami and Yugi's flat. There colour scheme was completely different, focusing on royalty colours: purple, gold, etc. There were heavy amounts of gold in the flat too. The couch was lined with it, the mirror frame was gold, etc.

"Fix my window! The cats they keep coming in watching me, smelling me, climbing in my bed! It's insanity! Something in here sets them off!"

Bakura looked at a strange candle holder. It was crafted so that the candle went inside the dragon so a the flame came out it's mouth. He slightly touched it and a flame lit. He jumped back a little.

"At least you know you're appealing to all species and gender." Yami shrugged.

Bakura glanced at the man Yami argued with. He had long blonde hair and brown skin, a combination he had never seen. His eyes were amethyst, they shone with an eerie glow and resembled a cat's in many ways.

"I cannot believe they all swarmed in!" He exclaimed, sitting on the couch. The cats crowded around him.

"I thought you worshipped cats?"

"That's ancient Egypt, you stereotypical jackass." He threw his head back, "Just fix it so they can't bring their friends."

"Whatever, Malik." Yami walked to the window, taking a look at it.

"What made you come here anyway?"

"Tell 'em kid!" Yami said, groaning pushing his weight on the window.

Bakura sighed, "Rubbing alcohol."

This Malik person looked him up and down, "Kidnapping kids, Yami? How ironic."

"I will shit on your dreams."

"How polite, Sudoku," Malik glared at him then looked at Bakura, "Of course, Cutie. I'll get it now." He got up, walking down the hall of the flat.

Bakura noticed he wasn't wearing pants, just a very long, baggy shirt. Bakura averted his eyes, quickly, slightly blushing.

"Put some pants on!" Yami yelled.

"Got some smokes, Yami-kun? " Malik cooed.

"Don't ignore me!"

Malik came back, "O, shut it! Back in Egypt they loved this body! My dances would get nuns hot and bothered!" He handed the bottle to Bakura.

Malik stared at him. Bakura met his eyes.

He gave a smile, "You look like someone I know." He explained, sighing.

Bakura nodded. He had a nice smile, it was soothing in a way considering the world hated him.

"What about my smoke, Mr. Muto?"

"After I'm done." Yami growled, punching the window.

"Well I hope you're done soon." Malik flopped on the couch. He looked at Bakura, patting the seat next to him.

As soon as Bakura walked there a cat jumped there. Malik put it on the floor. Bakura sat down on couch. It was quite soft. He looked around, there were no electronics at all. He noticed bars outside the window.

"What's with the bars?" Bakura asked.

"To keep out cats." Malik smiled at him, "They love the lavender smell in here."

"Oh. That's why they crowd in here."

"Yes. I chose a different scent for my apartment."

Chose a different scent? It was weird the way he said it, like there was some limited amount.

"Why did you come to Domino?" Bakura asked.

"New life," He sighed, "My country is beautifully faulted. It is suffering." He reached for a wooden box, a cat pushed the box in his reach, "I was not really a good boy there. I used to-"

"Malik, don't talk dirty to him! Everyone knows you're a hoe!"

He snickered, pulling out a cigarette, "I was just telling him 'bout my old life and I am not a whore. If I were to talk dirty, I'd say it in Arabic or Ancient Egyptian. I am very good with languages." He pulled a lighter from his back pocket, lighting his cigarette.

"Which ones to you know?" Bakura asked.

"French, Arabic, English, Simplified Chinese, Russian, German and Italian. " Malik's ashtray was given to him by another cat.

"Wow, seven?"

"Also the ancient languages including Latin. I get around."

"You've only been here and Egypt!" Yami said, sitting on the window. He really was a bad repairman.

"I didn't mean like that. I picked it up from the others who lived here before they died."

Bakura blinked, "How'd they died?" It didn't sound right the way he said it just like the scent thing.

Malik stood still in place, "Well...everyone dies, it was bound to happen sooner or later.

"How?"

"All different ways! They were older so some were natural." Malik waved his hand at him.

"Oh so-"

Malik cut him off, "What a bad conversation! Yami ya done?"

"Not...working." Yami panted from the floor.

"Just go, I'll get Joey to handle it."

"Alright. Alcohol?" Yami asked, standing.

Bakura nodded, standing up.

"Ta-Ta, Cutie!" Malik waved, "I have to leave anyway."

Yami grabbed Bakura, "Fucking window, fucking Malik." He grumbled.

"What?! No goodbye hugs and kisses?!" Malik joked.

"Not in your life!" Yami remarked, quickly walking towards the door.

"Hey Cutie! Next time let's do the *48!" He chuckled.

Eyes narrow in thought, "48?" Bakura asked.

Yami turned red, "He's underage!" He yelled, slamming the door as they left.

"What's the-"

"Let's get this to your brother." He already started down the hall.

Bakura followed him, still wondering what the 48 was. His mind drifted to the bars on the windows. This wasn't a bad neighborhood, why did they have bars? He also realized Yami and Yugi's apartment had them too so it wasn't cats like he said.

As soon as they walked into the flat, Yugi stomped up to Yami.

"Yami! Where-" He barked up at him.

"Blame Malik!"

Yugi calmed down a little, "How is he?"

"Flirty as always. He seemed more talkative." Yami walked pass him.

"They extended his hours. He's been coming home later in the night. I worry about him." Yugi looked at Bakura, "Does he look tired or sick?"

Bakura handed him the bottle, "Not at all. He looked just fine."

"Yeah, cause he flirted with ya the whole time."

Ryou looked at him, "Flirted?"

"It was harmless."

Yugi and Bakura walked to the couch. Yugi sat next to Ryou. Ryou took the bloody rag from his hand.

"Will this hurt?" He asked.

Yugi smiled, "My mother taught me a trick." He opened the bottle and...splashed it all on his hand.

"AHHH!" Ryou screamed, flying off the couch at the pain.

"See?" Yugi asked.

Yami shook his head in shame. That's where the alcohol went. Yugi was terrible at first aid like he was at fixing things. Bakura just sat there shocked.

"What the bloody hell! You said your mum taught you a trick!"

"I didn't say that trick applied to this. Now time to wrap the bandages!" He said excitedly, slowing approaching Ryou.

Ryou backed up, "Get away from me!"

"What's the screaming for?"

Malik?

He was at the door with another male with tanned skin. The man had grey hair and pale lavender eyes, a scar trailed under his eye. Malik was wearing another long, baggy sweater that hung off his shoulders, this time in beige. He wore chocolate coloured skinny jeans with Uggs. The other man wore a red fall coat with fur on the hood with jeans and sneakers.

"Hey Akefia." Yami said.

He nodded in acknowledgement.

"What's the problem?" Malik asked again.

"Wrap his wound, Malik." Yami commanded.

"Really quick or we'll be late. And don't order me around." He walked to the couch, "C'mere."

Ryou hesitantly got up and returned to the couch. Malik snatched the bandages from Yugi, whom pouted in return, and gently wrapped the wounds. He took his time, making sure Ryou wasn't in too much pain and finished with a bow.

"T-that didn't hurt." Ryou said, amazed.

"Learned it from some doctor I used to know." Malik shrugged.

"Amazing. Can you teach me how to do it?" He asked.

"Sure but I have to go now." Malik pulled something from his sweater. A pocket watch, "Ready Akefia?"

Bakura stared at the pocket watch. His eyes snapped shut in sharp pain.

"Bakura, Mummy is just going to work. The children probably miss me!" She giggled, "They're up at this time all excited!" She tapped her pocket watch.

That disgusting voice. It hammered against his head.

"Go away." He whispered to the echoing scene in his head.

"Cutie!"

Bakura jerked out of his daze. His eyes shakily met Malik's.

"Yes?" He spoke softly.

"I said Bye but you never answered. You sat there staring at nothing."

"Oh, my bad just thinking about something."

Malik smiled, "See you around." He turned on his heel, "C'mon, Akefia, let's get this shit over and done with! Afterwards we'll go out to eat!"

"I guess I'm paying for that?"

"Well-"

"Don't worry I know the answer. See you guys." They left, shutting the door.

"Anyway, I've been wondering...why were you late for school?"

Ryou and Bakura glanced at each other.

"Over-slept." Bakura stated.

Yugi blinked, "You don't have to lie. We'll pretty much accept the bold truth no matter how ridiculous it may be."

"How do you know I'm not telling the truth." He scowled.

"Your eyes became a darker shade. The truth now please." Yugi said, smiling.

"First, let us ask you a question." Ryou bargained.

"Like a swap for information?" Yami asked.

"Like a game?" Yugi asked at the same time.

"Sure." Bakura sighed.

"Hurry up with it, though!" Yami barked, sitting back in his recliner.

"Do you know of Annabel Touzoku?" Bakura asked.

Yugi looked shocked, "Yes! How do you know her?"

Ryou mustered all of his strength, "We're her sons. Ryou and Bakura Touzoku. How do you know her?"

Yugi grabbed Ryou's shirt, "Is she okay! Where is she! Why did she leave!"

"What do you mean?"

"She left us, didn't she! She said she'd never leave! We need her!" He sobbed, "Please bring her back!"

"She was a monster! Do you even know about the kidnapped kids that were never found! And the others found dead!" Bakura yelled.

"This case is a little late, eh? Yugi, c'mere!"

Yugi scrambled over to Yami, burying his face in his shoulder.

"And they have the facts wrong."

"How so?"

"Half of the children you found dead were simply in comatose. The others were in a phase we call hibernation. It is when a person is sleeping due to mutation, it can last a year or two, all body functions are drastically slowed down. This reason is why they mistook them for dead. How long has this been going on?"

"Two weeks." Ryou answered.

"Then those detectives and police buried the children alive not the professor. It's not like thousands haven't died but those were fine." He explained stroking Yugi's hair, "She arrested?"

"Was arrested. She is in an insane asylum now." Bakura explained.

Yami frowned, "Which one?"

"The only one." Bakura crossed his arms.

Yami stayed silent.

"How do you know so much about this? And do you know where the other children are?" Ryou asked.

"Why do you care?"

"To save them before the police do."

Yami chuckled, "As I said before this case is a little late! Well here you go!" He held his arms out, "Break the shackles! Set us free!" He yelled in a fake child's voice.

"Wha?"

"Save us!" He cackled an evil laugh, "Rescue us!"

"You can't be..." Bakura said with wide eyes.

Yugi sniffled, "We were the kidnapped kids..."


What is life without confusion? Confusion of love, passion and life. Confusion of if what we see is real, what we hear the truth, what we believe in right. Though no one can escape bewilderment's tight grasp on the chains that bound our feet to earth instead of heaven yet most can put on a good facade. I, myself, chose not to ignore it, I acknowledge it's ever abundant presence but not to a point where it will rip out my innards and drive me to suicide. I simply know it's there, giving it attention when I feel needed, like now.


*The 48- forty-eight Japanese sex positions.

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