So this story is basically a story I wrote while I was going through this rough patch in my life and I thought I'd interpret my problems through my fics to get some reader sympathy. This is Rated M for there will be some disturbing content. If you are squeamish or faint-of-heart, get nightmares easily, or just don't like scary shit, don't read this. –Shelby-

Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh or any names mentioned.

PROLOGUE

He looked down at the knife in his right hand, the blood dripped slowly and steadily off the tip; it cascaded down his fingers and smothered his hand in its warm red ribbon. He reached up and touched his clammy face, leaving blood smears on his face. He licked a droplet as it fell off his nose…it tasted like revenge, sweet revenge. He dropped the knife on the ground and looked at the body below him. It was mangled; one arm was flung across the room whilst the other hung limply from a few strings of flesh. Its eye sockets were empty, he'd taken out its eyes and stashed them in his pocket; the moisture was seeping through the material. Its mouth hung open where he had broken its jaw so it couldn't scream for help. Both of its legs were broken, broken slowly so it could suffer just as he had suffered. Yes, he had suffered, but the suffering was over now…

"God, Jou… wake up, you lazy fuck!" Seto yelled from the open door. Jou sat bolt upright and looked down at his hands. Oh, thank God, they were clean! Jou had been having what Seto had called 'nefarious visions'. Each night a new dream appeared in his mind, another cold and calculating murder that he managed to pull off; each dream had a different friend at the mercy of his vengeance. Last night in particular he had the nightmare where he used the chef's knife to kill Mokuba…body parts strewn about while Seto slept on peacefully.

Jou walked to the bathroom and splashed his face with cold water. He patted his face dry as he looked at himself in the mirror. Dark purple bags were starting to form under his brown eyes, his cheeks were hollow; his complexion a sickly yellow…what was happening to him?

"Seriously, are you fucking deaf?" Seto poked his head around the doorjamb and scowled his infamous Kaiba Glare at Jou. "What are you waiting for…Battle City? Get your lazy homo ass in gear and get ready! Shit, the bus leaves in a half hour!" Jou jogged back to his room and dumped his cosmetics bag into his stuffed suitcase. Their class was being taken on a trip to some of the most haunted houses in Japan by their slightly crazed homeroom teacher. Jou had come forward to Mr. Kawashima and he thought the trip would be good for Jou, perhaps to rid him of his bad karma.

"If you'd quit yelling at me, Seto, I might be able to get some shit done!" Jou yelled back. Seto's laugh rumbled into Jou's ears. He looked over his suitcase and double checked his packing list. Everything was there.

"Are you guys almost ready to go?" Young Mokuba stepped out of his room and smiled at his brother. Despite all the cussing and violence that happened between the older men Mokuba still seemed to have a glow of childish innocence about him.

"Yeah, I'm ready to go." Jou lugged out his suitcase and tossed a shirt on over his pale chest.

"Good. Get Kyushu-san to bring the bags down to the car. We'll be waiting." Mokuba nodded his shaggy head and bounded down the hallway. How could Jou have killed Mokuba in his dreams? He was so cute and innocent; he'd never harmed a fly.

"Hey, fuck-buddy, get your ass down to the limo before I ass-rape you!" Seto reached and nearly grabbed Jou before he took off running down the stairs. He ran through the front doors of the mansion and hopped into the waiting limo.


The first stop on their list was Iwakuni Barracks 1687 Room 301. It was said that a Marine who lived there committed suicide. In a drunken rage, the Devil Dog smashed the mirror and slit his wrists with the broken pieces. For Marines who check in and out of that room they say that if late at night you look in the mirror you can still see the Marine looking back at you.

Jou stood quietly and gazed into the mirror. He didn't see anything, just his own sallow reflection looking back at him. Ryuuji came up behind him and rested his chin on Jou's shoulder. Jou's gaze never faltered from the mirror in front of him.

"Come on, Jou, it's just a story made up to scare kids and such. Don't let it get to your head." Ryuuji squeezed Jou's shoulder lightly.

"Don't tell me what the fuck is false or not, Ryuuji...you'll find out soon enough." Jou turned away from his reflection and balled his fist. He drew back and punched the fractured mirror, sending pieces of glass all around the room.

"What the fuck are you doing, Jou? Do you wanna get kicked off this trip?!" Ryuuji began to back away.

"I'm sorry, Ryuuji, but your time is up." Jou's face twisted suddenly, the gleam in his eyes replaced by a red hued rage. Jou picked up a long sliver of glass and held it out towards Ryuuji; the tip never wavered.

"What the hell are you trying to do, you crazy fuck?" Ryuuji turned towards the door. Jou waved his hand and the door shut and locked itself. Ryuuji's eyes went wide as Jou stepped closer and closer.

"I've got a riddle for you, Ryuuji. If you can figure out the answer, I'll let you live. However, if you don't answer correctly, well, I'm afraid something bad might happen." Jou tossed back his head and yelled out a harsh laugh, manical and sadistic. Ryuuji violently shook the doorknob, screaming for help. Jou stopped laughing and punched Ryuuji in the face, setting loose his jaw. Ryuuji screamed in pain and fell to the floor.

"Now, here's the riddle...What we do is break the law, we've tasted blood and we want more; for we are murder, we like it fine, no quarter we draw the line. And you're so gracious, lost in time; to busy killing to see the crime. Do you know the answer, Ryuuji?" Ryuuji scuttled to the farthest corner of the room to get away from any more pain that Jou might inflict upon him.

"No? Oh, well, bad luck for you." Jou took his steps slowly, calculating, watching Ryuuji squirm in fear. He knelt down to look him in the eyes and pulled out one of his arms. "I'm sorry it had to end this way, Ryuuji." Jou reached over and slid the shattered glass across Ryuuji's wrist slowly, watching Ryuuji writhe in pain and his eyes widened in horror. The cut oozed blood at an alarming rate, Jou cut the other. He stepped back as the blood cascaded from the twin cuts and glanced as Ryuuji's last muffled screams died out as his eyes closed. Jou dipped a finger in the pool of blood and began to scrawl a message on the wall.

One down, five to go.

Jou waved and the door opened once more. Jou wiped the blood off his hands and walked away. A voice inside his head spoke quietly, reassuringly.

You have done well, my son. Go forth and avenge me, alleviate your suffering.

"Yes, Father." Jou spoke quietly as he walked down the halls and rejoined his fellow classmates.

What on Earth is happening to Jou? Is he being possessed, is there some sickness dwelling deep within...only time will tell. Please R&R.