Hello guys, this is my second fanfiction, and I hope it turns out well! *goes to try to find a good plot* Anyway, hope you like!

Mariku watched the man, waiting for him to walk where he was waiting. He was quite bored, and was hoping for a cheap thrill. Homicide proved itself to be just that.

The man foolishly walked past him. Mariku jumped up from his hiding spot behind a large box, and thrust his cleaver through the man's chest. Bone crunched and cracked beneath his large weapon. Blood spattered onto the ground, bubbling from his chest as the man tried to breathe his last breath, but drowned in his own blood. Mariku stabbed and stabbed just for the heck of it. Although he had gotten the thrill he wanted, it had hardly lasted. Mariku was not content.

Mariku shoved the body inside the box he had hid behind, but didn't bother to clean up the fairly large pool of blood. In dark alleys like this, blood was hardly uncommon.

He left in search of another victim. Mariku walked off onto the sidewalk, not caring if anyone saw his blood-spattered cape and clothing. If there were any witnesses, they wouldn't be for long.

There was nobody in sight. Mariku looked around. Finally, he spotted a girl walking on the other side of the street. So, of course, he crossed the street.

The girl spotted him walking up to her. He eyes widened at his appearance. When she started to run, Mariku caught up to her and chopped her head off with his cleaver. Her spine shattered, splattering blood on the paper-white sidewalk. He then picked up her headless body and dragged it back across the street to be placed in the box with the man's corpse. Mariku ran back across to retrieve the head. Instead of disposing of it, he decided to keep it. It would make a nice trophy; the neck was cleanly cut.

He walked to his house holding the girl's head by its bright yellow hair. When Mariku opened the door, he smiled. The carpet and walls were soaked with blood, and a few heads lay here and there. This was his place.

He set the girl's head down on the table. Mariku stared at it, wondering where to put it. He looked at his walls, searching for a spot that didn't already have a skull on it. Finally, he found one. Mariku picked up the head and placed it over the door to his room.

Someone knocked. He turned and stared at the door. Who would be here?

Mariku opened it to see a man he wished he would never see again.

"Bakura, why are you here?"

The white-haired yami sighed. "Mariku..." he paused. Bakura glanced at the room behind Mariku, then stared at it.

"WHAT, BAKURA!? TELL ME OR LEAVE."

Bakura's eyes widened. (A/N: Although Bakura is quite cruel and evil himself, I believe that Bakura isn't a serial murderer like everyone portrays him to be, he would only kill if he gained something from it. So upon seeing Mariku's house filled with dead bodies, I imagine he would react like this.)

Mariku grabbed the collar of Bakura's shirt and held him against the wall. "What. Do. You. Want."

Bakura stared at him. "I just want to bloody show you somebody."

Mariku gazed back with a face of pure rage. "I don't care. Now get out before I tear out your eyes and feed them to the stray dogs."

Bakura continued to stare at him with equal amounts of hate, then faltered. "Fine. I'll leave your bloody house. But I'll be back, you know that."

Bakura turned and left.

I don't care who he wants to show me. When will he begin to understand that I want nothing to do with him?

And, there we go, my first chapter! Hope you like! Please R&R!