Wax Museum of the Living Dead
Lady Moon-Chan
Yu-Gi-Oh! Fic. Yugi's class takes a field trip trip to Kijima House of Wax, a historical wax museum in downtown Domino. At first, they're fascinated, and rightfully so. The wax dummies in the museum are so realistic, they almost seem alive, especially the wax statue of the museum's founder, Yukiku Kijima. But after a terrible accident, Yugi and his friends discover why. The statues at Kijima House were forged using human souls, souls which are now twisted and vengeful beyond belief. They are dark, wicked souls. And Yugi and his friends have the one thing they want...
Chapter 1: The Field Trip
Mr. Sensui came and stood in front of the class. Well, class, it's time for the second of our tri-annual field trips. Today, we will be going to one of Domino City's most historical museums, Kijima House of Wax. No need for bag lunches, a free lunch in the museum café will be provided."
Murmuring excitedly, the students gathered their bags and headed for the bus loop.
20 Minutes Later
The students of Domino High School stepped off the buses and looked up at Kijima House of Wax.
At one time, the building had been painted white, but now the paint was peeling away, and the red brick underneath showed through like blood. The swinging wooden sign beside the door was warped and splintering, the letters spelling out "Kijima House of Wax" barely visible.
"Come in, come in, come in." said a creaky, whispery voice. The voice belonged to an old man in a rumpled, powder blue tuxedo. His skin was pale and waxy, as though he'd never seen sunlight in his life. He didn't have a single hair on his body, not even an eyelash. "I'm Karasu Jaganshi, the caretaker of this fine museum. Welcome." he said in that voice like a creaky door hinge.
He led them into the largest room any of them had ever seen. The floor and ceiling were done in black and white checked tile, the staircases(there were two, one to the left, one to the right) were done in white marble, and led to a landing that ran the length of the room, whose height from the floor was about a foot over Ushio's head.
"I shall inform Kijima-san of your presence." Karasu said in his strange, whispery voice. He went up the left stairway and entered the door directly in front of the staircase, marked "studio". A few moments later, a young man emerged from the same door.
He was tall, with pale, waxy skin, silvery gray eyes, and messy dark hair that fell into his eyes. "Hello," he greeted in a voice that would have sounded like that of a grown woman's, but for the masculine growl to it. "I am Akito Kijima, the owner and curator of this fine establishment. I will be giving you the cook's tour of Kijima House in a few minutes, but first I'd like to lay down a few ground rules.
"I must ask you not to touch the wax statues- any part of them. That is rule number one. Rule number two is that you must not enter the Chamber of Horrors without Karasu or myself. The door locks automatically when pulled shut from the inside, and only the two of us have keys to it. The third rule is that you must never, under any circumstances, enter my studio. There is a lot of complex -not to mention valuable- equipment in there. I don't want anyone to get hurt on it, nor do I want my equipment stolen. Now, let's be off."
He descended the staircase and leading the students toward a door under the landing. When he opened it, glass eyes stared at the students from a choir platform at the back of the room. The other three walls were filled with doors whose wood was stained such a deep red they looked as though they'd been painted with blood.
"This is the main gallery." Akito explained with a small smile. "The doors lead to all the galleries in this building, and the statues are a small sampler of all this museum has to offer. Please, examine them as long as you like." he leaned against a door on the right wall to wait, and the class dispersed among the wax statues.
The Yugi-tachi were clustered in a small group, examining some of the more historic statues.
"Who's 'dis redhead? She's kinda cute." Jou said, indicating a statue of a thirteen-year-old redhead with brown eyes in a deep blue 14th century gown.
Yami examined the tag hanging from her slim wrist. "Apparently, it's of Queen Elizabeth I at age thirteen." He dropped the tag and looked at her face. When Jou had first pointed her out, Elizabeth's face had looked serene and neutral. But now the eyes came alive, shifting in the wax face to shoot Jou a look of hatred and rage. Yami blinked, and the eyes were just tinted glass, set into a serene wax face.
Yami shook his head, brushing off what he'd seen as paranoia and examining a thin, pale boy in 19th century Amish clothing. His hair was messy and shoulder length, his eyes wide and pale blue blue as the sky. Yami gasped involuntarily and made to step back. For a moment, he could have sworn he'd seen a look of hatred and anticipation in those eyes.
He leaned in close again, and it was just a wax statue with blue glass eyes that glittered in the fluorescent lighting of the gallery.
"Something wrong, Yami?" Tea asked, looking concerned.
Yami shook his head, stared at the Amish boy for a second longer, then made his way over to where Yugi was examining a statue of a tall, fair woman with very dark hair and eyes in a black brocade kimono, a yamato nadeshiko. "Who is she, aibou?" he asked curiously.
"Yukiku Kijima, founder of the Kijima House of Wax." Yugi read from the tag around her wrist. "Intense, isn't she?"
"Yes, I'm told she had that affect on people -especially men." Akito's voice said from behind them. "Amazing how people can have two different sides, isn't it? My grandmother here was a yamato nadeshiko, and yet her parents couldn't make men touch her with a 50 foot pole due to her forceful personality." he smiled up at the statue for a few moments, then turned to Yami and Yugi. "Please, come along. Your classmates are ready to continue the tour."
The look-a-likes nodded and followed Akito into the next room, not noticing two of their number slip away from the group.
AN: Well, here's...I believe it's my earliest non-suckish Yu-Gi-Oh! fanfiction. I can't say it's solely YGO, because there's a slight crossover involved in later chapters, but it does better sticking to one fandom than Incarnations did. Actually, after Incarnations, this is my earliest unsuckish chapter fic. So, review and tell me what you think, okay?