A/N: Decided to make some psycho fic with lotsa killing in it. ) Brilliant.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. What a pity. And I mean no offense to the police we do have. If you're offended, sorry!

Killing Spree

It's like saving money for a shopping spree. Buy as much as you want, kill as much as you want.

Summary: When Death starts popping up everywhere at a dangerous rate and not many care, who's to stop the killings and track down the murderer?

I: 1, 2, 3, Otogi

Yummy. Another death. How pleasing it is to hear the screams as each victim dies a slow and painful death. A slow, sickening death. To hear the cries of all the friends and families, mourning over the deceased. It brings joy to me and the rest in our trio.

Superbly delightful.

"Ah, geez, another death! Look at dat!" Jou crumpled up the newspaper and tossed it to Honda.

Honda opened it up and winced. "Ouch. Wouldn't want to be that guy.'

"Eww... how gross! The poor guy." Anzu frowned. "All these killings, and the police have yet to do a thing. Gosh."

"The head of Ryuugi Otogi was found by a cheerleader yesterday, smashed against the door knob leading to the men's restroom at Domino High. The door knob broke through the skull of the head and went far enough as to lodge into the brain. The body has yet to be found." Yugi shuddered. "Poor Otogi. The police are practically useless! Whomever is killing all of these people isn't leaving us any clues."

Ryou pointed at a few lines below a photograph. "They leave two dice with three dots on every side, each stuck on the cheek of the dead."

"Yeah, like that's supposed to mean anything!" Honda rolled his eyes.

"So, Ryuugi's the 5th one right?" Anzu asked, counting mentally.

"CLASS, CLASS! Settle down!" The teacher walked toward her desk. "Anzu, get me a pencil from the cabinet please!"

"Sure." Anzu went to the cabinet.

"Today, we will learn about-" The teacher was interrupted by a thump somewhere and a scream from Miho. "What happened!"

There, on the floor beside the cabinet, lay an unconcious Anzu and a headless, bloody Otogi. Bullet holes were spread across his body and butcher knife went through his stomach, which punctured Anzu's shoulder.

"Okay, class, stay calm, I'll call the police." The teacher was ignored, screams, cries echoed throughout the classroom. The principal and a few teachers barged in.

Anzu's eyes fluttered open. She immediately felt a sharp pain and looked at her shoulder. A sigh escaped and her eyes went upward where Yugi was facing her. A massive grin spread on his face.

"Look everyone! She's awake!" Yugi called.

"Yugi, what happened to my shoulder?" Anzu asked, practically murmured.

"Well..." Yugi shuffled around nervously. "There was this butcher knife that went though Otogi's stomach. When his body fell on you, it cut part of your shoulder. Luckily, the gash isn't as deep as it could've been."

Anzu's eyes widened. "I remember now. Otogi's body fell out of the cabinet. Some pencils were stuck in him too."

"Gosh, Anzu, are you alright!" Miho asked as the others gathered around her.

"Of course I am!" Anzu grinned. "I've been through much worse..."

"That was one NASTY slice you had, you know?" Jou grimaced. "You had blood spurting out of you like a fountain!"

"Thanks for the image Jou. We'll all sleep peacefully now." Honda whacked Jounouchi. "Don't mind Jou. He gets queasy at the sight of blood."

It was wonderful. Watching Otogi fall out of the cabinet was hilarious. I nearly burst out laughing. But I must keep my cover.

Yugi and your little friends, you're next. I'll give you all the deaths you deserve. Perhaps I'll even pickle some of your fingers and sell them at a black market.

Beware.

Review! Flames will be used to roast marshmallows and constructive criticism is welcome.