Another Bakura fic!! 3 But this is a pairing I made myself, with Bakura and my OC Rina. And I can't decide what to name it... Ah, well. I'll come up with that later. By the way, anyone who doesn't like OC pairings, then DON'T GO BEYOND THIS POINT. Ok? I don't want reviews saying how you don't like OC pairings and you think stuff like that is crap, ok? Thanks!! I really appreciate that!!
Disclaimers- I don't own Bakura or Yu-Gi-Oh! I do own Rina, and my idea for this story and the idea for the pairing.
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Haunted Mansion
"This is the house?" A tall albino boy asked, stepping out of a Dodge caravan.
"Yes, sir. This is the estate your parents left to you when they... passed on." A man in a black suit said.
"It's huge!! How am I supposed to take care of it??"
"There is already a staff to take care of the cleaning and gardening."
"Oh. Hey, Ryou!! C'mon!" He yelled over his shoulder. Ryou was his younger brother, and almost identical twin. He was his twin. But, hating the fact the looked exactly the same, Bakura made his hair different with a few hours of experimenting and almost 20 of hair gel. But, needless to say, the ending result was pretty cool. And he had tons of girls asking him out at school. Which he 'politely' turned down.
"Coming! Hold on a second!" The younger of the two said, running out from behind the vehicle.
Ryou was a grade below Bakura. And already smarter than he was. Ryou could skip one or two grades if he wanted, but Ryou, being the... whatever it is he was (Bakura really didn't know), wanted to get the whole experience. So he stayed where he was supposed to.
Bakura and Ryou were orphans, their mom died when she had Ryou, and their dad died on a dig in egypt, leaving them at a relatives house in Arkansas. What a relative. Their aunt had two kids, Malik and Marik, who were really something else. Malik loved to cook and Marik was a total pyromaniac. It got kinda scary after a while. But still, it was awesome to live with them. When Malik wasn't trying to get Marik away from fire and Marik wasn't trying to burn the mean neighbors house, they were really cool. But still, this whole house... all to themselves.
It was a huge four- story house, with four towers on each corner extending two floors above the house, and a room- looking thing on top.
"Hey, is that one of the staff?" Ryou asked, pointing to the top of a tower. A girl was watching them, glaring daggers. But when Bakura looked closer, he saw something morbid. The skin on the left of her face was burned off, revealing a fracture. there was blood and a few strands of black threads or something coming from her mouth(1), and a huge hole in her chest. She had a deep slash across her neck, not going all the way across but it came pretty close. She seemed to be wearing pajama's, and part of the left sleeve was missing revealing a big scrape. Her hair was blonde, and looked like it extended all the way down her back. She had rivulets of blood running down her face. It was all a horrifying and somehow beautiful picture.
But after a moment she disappeared.
"Who? There is nobody there." The butler said.
"But... I saw someone! I swear!" Ryou said frantically.
"Hey, don't worry about it." Bakura said, laying a hand on Ryou's shoulder, "I saw it too. But I don't think it was a member of the staff."
"Huh?"
"I'll explain inside."
And with that, they set off for a tour of the house and the grounds.
The house was on the edge of a swamp, with a cemetery in the back. Tall oaks with spanish moss hanging off them whispered in the slight breeze. There were four elaborate crypts at the north, south, east, and west ends of the cemetery. It would be a great place to pass time and mess around. Ryou and Bakura may have been in the tenth and eleventh grade, but they still liked to play like three- year- olds. Hide- and- go- seek was a game they often payed with their cousins.
They stood out on the balcony of the second floor, looking down on it. And beyond the cemetery was the swamp. It covered the back and side of the house.
Bakura and Ryou walked back inside, still impressed. Their parents had inherited this house from their mom's grandmother, who was, judging from this house, filthy rich. There was a lobby downstairs, with a library taking up the whole left half of it. On the right there was a dinning room, kitchen, and drawing room. The staircase was made of- oak. Of course. Apparently the oak was taken from one of the many trees in the back yard.
It was carved with scenes of animals and people, with mini alabaster carvings of lions.
Ryou loved it, and couldn't wait to see the rest of the house.
On the second floor was a ballroom branching off from the ornate hallway, with four bedrooms with bathrooms attached. Bakura loved that. Hey, when you lived in an orphanage, with only seven bathrooms for, like, thirty kids, you loved your own bathroom. And of there was more than one bathroom where you lived, then you loved it even more.
On the third floor, there was a huge drawing room, with a playroom right next to it. There were toys spread all over the floor, over- flowing from chests.
They went up to the third floor, which was all bedrooms. But they were huge.
"We needn't go up to the fourth floor, that is where the staff lives." The butler said.
"Ok, then. Hey, where do we sleep?" Bakura asked, looking into one of the larger rooms.
"Wherever Sir wishes."
"Okay."
Bakura came to the last door on the hallway, which had ornate writing on it.
"Rina. Who's that?" Ryou asked, right behind his older brother.
"I dunno. But who cares? Let's see the room!" Bakura said as he turned the handle. But, to his surprise, it wouldn't turn.
"Hey... It's jammed! Is anyone in there?" The oder boy asked.
"That room, sir, belonged to the third eldest child, the only girl, of the original owners of the house. She died a tragic death and later, when the family moved, they went to take her things with them and sell them, but the door was locked. That was nearly one hundred years ago, and the door has never been opened since. It has always remained locked, and when Sir's grandmother called for a locksmith, even he could not open it. Everyone who has tried has failed. Some say the ghost of the child haunts the room, keeping the door locked and the room eternally private. There is only one other room like that, and that is the top room in the west tower in the front of the house. That door has remained locked for the same amount of time as well." The elder man replied.
'Maybe that's what I saw...' Bakura thought. He looked at Ryou, who was obviously thinking the same thing.
"Now, if Sir does not mind, maybe he and his brother would care for supper? It is around five o'clock."
"Yes, Please." Ryou said, perking up at the thought of food.
"Is there anything Sir would like specifically, or will a sandwich and soup suffice?"
"Hey, man, whatever is convenient for you. I don't care as long as it's edible." Bakura said.
"I'd like soup and a sandwich very much! Can you make grilled cheese and tomato soup?" Ryou asked. Just then, something growled. Everyone was taken aback for a moment by the sound, before Ryou laughed nervously and explained that it was his stomach.
The butler went off to the kitchen, leaving the two twins to pick their rooms and unpack their things.
Ryou and Bakura both had a strong sixth sense, but unlike Ryou, Bakura loved to investigate the supernatural. He would always watch shows like 'Top ten most haunted houses'. He also had an obsession with UFO shows.
"Hey, I get the room next to the haunted one!!" Bakura declared, giddy with excitement.
"Fine with me. But I'll get the room next to yours." Ryou said.
Bakura smirked when he knew why.
Ryou had a fear of thunderstorms. It was so bad it was near pathological. He would get scared out of his skin at the slightest clap of thunder paired with rain. So, whenever thunderstorms ensued, he would hole up in Bakura's room, usually in the same bed.
After the two unpacked their things, they went down to eat. The soup and sandwich were really good.
When they were done eating, they dumped their dishes in the sink and went off to the library. Ryou to read all the classic literature the family probably owned, and Bakura to find out more on the 'tragic death of the daughter'.
They spent hours in the vast library. Seriously, it was forever. Bakura's search proved futile, and Ryou had gotten his fill of early twentieth- century literature. Although Bakura didn't find anything, he did find obituaries for 1892.
"Darn. How many people died?" He asked himself. There were four whole pages of the yellowed newspaper dedicated to who died.
There were some odd names, most ending with 'ian'. Mostly armenian.(2)
"C'mon, Bakura. It's time to go to sleep. It's 11:55." Ryou said, grabbing his shoulder.
"Yea... okay, whatever. Has it really been that long?"
"As unbelievable as it sounds, it has."
They climbed the three flights of stairs, which could count as a mini- workout.
On the second floor, they passed the toy room. Bakura thought he heard childish laughter and soft footsteps.
There were some voices, too. It was all kinda creepy.
It was 12:04 when they got to their rooms. They said good night, and went to rest.
They both had canopy beds, Ryou's was all in soft white tones, with some accents of light sky- ish blue and even a little pink.
Bakura's room was warmer colors, with bright reds and oranges and golds, but they had faded over time. Nonetheless, they were still magnificent.
Bakura's suitcase was at the foot of the bed, the top open revealing lots of black and some leather. Along with multiple pointy objects such as pins and needles he had 'found' and collected at the orphanage.
"Hm... let's see... Who comes out first?" He said to himself, eventually settling on a shiny leatherman that he had saved up some money for. Bakura has a job at the post office near the orphanage, which, thankfully, the nuns who ran the place let him get. The job payed fairly well, and he got a lot of new knives. Knives became an obsession to him after elementary school. The nuns thought he would grow out of it, but it stuck with him.
After he changed into his pajama's, Bakura picked up the leatherman and slid it under his pillow, for the sake of paranoia.
"All right... time to go to bed! G'night, Ryou!" Bakura yelled, "'Night, Rina." Just for kicks.
"Good night, Bakura!!"
'Yes, goodnight.'
A voice said, seemingly in Bakura's ear.
That was... different.
He pulled the leatherman from under the pillow and flicked the blade out, looking around, propping himself on his elbow.
"Who's there? Well? Come on out!!" He demanded.
The only answer he got was silence.
"Hmm..."
Bakura tucked the leatherman back under his pillow, folding the blade in. But the left his hand wrapped around it. Just in case.
He drifted off, finding the darkness in his mind more preferable than the real world.
But soon, he wished that he were awake.
When he entered his dream, it was more like a nightmare.
He was in a room with blue curtains that had purple accents on the top and bottom. The rest of the room was bare. There was soft light filtering into the room, providing enough light to look around. Bakura was standing in the center of the room, the light filtering over him. He walked over to the window to get a look outside, but when he did he found a face looking back at him. It was his own. So... was there a mirror beyond the windows? No... he could see outside, into the lawn on the east side of the house... it was almost the same view as the one from the window on the end of the hall. So... was it a one- way mirror? From what he could tell, the windows in the house were all original. and they didn't have one- way mirrors. So what was this, exactly? Just then, his reflection moved on it's own. It reached out, moving as if to grasp his shoulder, his reflection's face blank. Bakura thought the hand would stop at the glass, but it didn't. The hand actually reached out to touch his shoulder. He tried to back away, but the hand stopped it. All he could do was stare at the hand. When he looked back at the reflection it had changed. Instead, there was a blonde girl... the one from earlier. But this time her face held an insane expression and her mouth was twisted into a cruel smile. The hand on his shoulder turned bloody, and she moved her other arm to reach out, but par of her hand and wrist were missing. She pulled herself out of the glass, her grip on Bakura's shoulder still tight.
'K- ha ha ha... What are you, scared? Of me? I thought you wanted to know more about me.'
Wh- what... what are you...?
'What am I talking about? You should know, shouldn't you? Your the one who was curious!
Bakura shrugged her hand off moving away from her. The rest of the girls body followed, but when she pulled her feet through they didn't quite touch the floor. She walked over to him, still floating slightly.
There wasn't a door around anywhere, so all the teen could do was back into a wall.
Damn...
He felt a hand grip his chin, moving his head up to look at the mutilated girl before him.
'Now, now, don't run away. Don't try to hide from it. You seek the truth, and your not the first. Be careful, now, or you might just meet you unfortunate end, like all the others... And wouldn't that be a shame? After all, for such a beautiful face as yours to be marred, that would be unfortunate, wouldn''t it?'
Bitch... what are you talking about?
'You very well know. I'm talking about death. Yours would be unfortunate... or maybe your death won't be painful enough...? What about that cute little twin of yours?'
Hey, you!! Stay away from him!! He's got nothing to do with anything!
'...You know, you looked smart when you first arrived, but... you're really quite dumb, aren't you? He has everything to do with this.'
Hey, don't think you can drag Ryou into this. If your mad at me for trying to learn, then get back at me, not him.
'How sweet, trying to play the role of a caring big brother. Cheh! It makes me sick. Play your role to the end, trying to protect him and find the truth, but brotherly love will not last. One or the other will get hurt.'
Bakura tried to move to the side and back into a corner, but the girl just grabbed his shirt with her hand and pulled him back over to her. Despite having only one hand, she was quite strong.
'Listen to me, boy...' She spat.
'Either you or your brother will not live. So don't try to protect both!'
She smirked, looking him right in the eyes. I was terrifying. For him, for anyone, really. There was only a point of red light in the left eye socket, staring at him, even when her other eye blinked.
'I've made my choice.' She said, leaning in closer to his face.
'You're going to die.' The girl whispered, 'The other boy may suffer, but your going to die first.'
The girl leaned in closer, bringing her lips to his.
Bakura was taken aback, officially freaked out. He tried to push her off, but, of course, to no avail.
Bakura bolted up in his bed, cold sweat pouring down his face. He was breathing heavily, too.
On his left shoulder, a bloody imprint was left. It was kinda messy, but it barely resembled a hand.
"God... what... the hell!?"
'You've been marked... look out! Mha hahaha...'
That voice in his ear again... what did it mean, 'marked'?
Was that... Oh, god. Oh god Oh god Oh god... That kiss... Oh, god!
"Mhn... B- bakura onii-chan? What is it?"
"Whu--? R-Ryou!! What are you...?" Bakura started to ask, before a huge clap of thunder interrupted him.
Ryou squeaked and clutched Bakura's shirt, burying his head in Bakura's chest.
Ah. A thunderstorm. That would explain it.
"Look, Ryou, there's nothing to be afraid of. It's just a storm." He said, trying to comfort his bother.
"B-but... Bakura... It's scary!!"
"Why? Why pray tell, are thunderstorms scary, Ryou?"
"Because..."
"Because why? C'mon, Ryou, tell me."
"Th- the... the thunder... and the lightning... It's all to loud... and bright... It- it's scary!" The younger boy clutched Bakura's shirt even tighter, refusing to let go. Bakura pulled his little brother into a hug, trying to comfort him.
"Ah! Bakura, your shoulder!" Ryou said, worriedly, "What happened to it??" He asked.
"Uhm... well... uh... I don't... really know... exactly." Bakura stuttered. How could he tell Ryou about the girl and the dream and everything else.
"Did you sleep with your leatherman under your pillow again?? Did you?"
"Uh... yes."
"I told you not to do that!! Why don't you listen!?" Ryou scolded. Even though he was his brother, he could act like a mom most of the time.
"Sorry, it's paranoia. Can't help it."
"Oh, like you can't help your obsessive- compulsive disorder or your habit of staring down anyone who you think is distrust worthy and get yourself jammed in the kitchen cabinets and get fire extinguishers to explode in your face or get yourself knocked out or fall over bricks or..." Ryou listed off all the things Bakura managed to do in under six months.
"Okay, okay, I get it!! And no, I can't help it!!" Bakura snapped. Another clap of thunder made Ryou jump, holding onto Bakura's nightshirt and squeezing his shoulder with more force than thought possible.
"Ow!! Ryou, my shoulder!!"
"Oh, sorry Bakura."
"Alright, go back to your room or go to sleep."
Ryou immediately slumped down into the bed, burying his face in the pillows and snuggling under the covers, moving closer to his older brother.
Bakura just rolled his eyes and went to sleep.
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Now, I do hoped you enjoyed the chapter!! Oh, and if you have any ideas on what ot name the Rina/Bakura pairing?? Because, as usual, my mind is blank. Thank you all.