Okay, first of all, I am really nervous about this plot bunny. As in, really nervous. But I still really like it. This will probably the only fic (or chapter at least) that I actually beg/ask for reviews. (Hey, I'm a member now, I can find out how many of you even looked at it. Cool, ne? I even have a kawaii pic of Seto and Jou in my profile. ;) ) This will most likely bee the only chapter that actually had a hint of gore in it. It's more hidden than anything else, so... Onward we proceed? It's short, and is a prologue of sorts.

Disclaimer: I no own. You no sue. If you do, I'll sic' Lucky on you!

A Single Blood-Red Feather

He lay twisted on the concret, eyes wide and unseeing. His face was contorted into a mask of pain, but amazing left unscared.

His sunlight-golden hair had been turned an auburn-brown, slicked disgustingly back against his head.

His body had been posed so that is was in an almost fetal-position, displaying the left side of his back for the world to see. Marked deeply on it was the outline of two wings, painted with thin red lines. The only imperfection to them was a slightly jagged mark in the middle of the left wings outline, and on the bottom. It gave the impression of a single, blood-red feather.

From shoulder to wrist on both arms, his name had been written with thicker red lines than even the red feather of his wings. On his right was 'JOUNOUCHI', spelled in all upper caps. On the left was 'KATSUYA', just the same. The right shoulder had been dislocated to properly display the artwork and readability of the name on his arms.

The way he had been posed hide the hole in his chest that had formed from the gunshot. It hadn't made it out the other side.

Any other marks that could have been made were blocked by the black sheet that was wrapped firmly around his waist.

Even as the police arrived and the paramedics shook their heads and covered him up with a sheet, two pairs of eyes gazed forlornly at the once golden figure that was sprawed out on the street.

Yeah. So...is the rating all right? Too much? Not enough? Hell, just leaving me a comment on how much you hated it will satisfy me with this one. So,please? Leave me something to work with, 'kay?

And I know I should be updating my other stories...but this one wouldn't leave me alone...(sighs)

Glue