S.B.V.: This is the third story I've made. I hope you guys like it!

Bakura: I certainly do!

Yami: It's because of the bl-

S.B.V.: Don't spoil it! It hasn't even started yet!

Malik: Actually, it has...more or less.

S.B.V.: ...Oh. So it has. Enjoy!

*DISCLAIMER:*

I DON'T OWN YU-GI-OH! OR ANYTHING INCLUDING YU-GI-OH! That belongs with the original creators of Yu-Gi-Oh!.

Chapter 1 - Death Obsession?

This is the sixth victim this month. Bakura held the bloody knife in his hand as he stared at the corpse before him. The body had roman numerals carved into her back. It gave the address of his next victim. The next area of his little killing spree was hidden in a journal on the bookshelf. Once he had set up the hidden clues and got rid of any unnecessary ones, he set out into the pouring rain and into the cloaking darkness.

Yami woke at 5:00 Tuesday morning. Yami was a teen with crimson eyes and tri-colored hair. Someone was calling him from downstairs.

"Yaaamiiii!" He groaned. He recently got a girlfriend. Her name was Serra Koso. They had only been together for a week and she's already pissed him off. It didn't help any when he discovered her secret. She was a prostitute for men and women. The thought of it made him sick. He wants to break up with her, but he doesn't want to put up with the drama. Hell, if he got desperate, he'll just tell her off and ditch her.

He called down, "Coming." He started walking down the stairs, thinking, *How much longer do I have to put up with this bitch? I can't take it anymore!*

He walked into the kitchen, mumbling, "Yes, Serra? Isn't it a little early for you to be up? What is it?"

The raven-haired female turned to her sleepy boyfriend. "Do you speak Russian?"

Yami stared at her with a confused look. "Yes. Why?"

Serra gave him a letter that came in that morning. "Can you translate this for me? Thanks! I'll be upstairs if you need me!" She fled upstairs to her room before slamming the door. Yami sighed. *Women. I'll never understand them.*

He glances at the letter in his hand for a moment before narrowing his eyes. "Wait a minute…"he mumbled before setting it down on the table. "This isn't Russian…It's not an African language either…It's not Spanish or Polish…" He stared at it once more. He came to realization. "This is in Latin. I'm certain of it." He stared at the note in front of him. Translated, it read:

Serra,

I've killed your little boyfriend. You can run, but you can't hide. I will make you mine!

~Ukabar Unocre

Obviously, this man was using an alias. Yami set the note down on the table and pulled out a sheet of paper. He knew that this bitch knew French, so he wrote a Japanese translation and left a note written en français and walked out the door. He was completely unaware of the moans coming from his girlfriend's bedroom...

Bakura looked around the dimly lit street and dialed his friend's number.

"Bakura? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine. Listen. Meet me in the food court at the mall in an hour, alright?"

"Do you want to see Marik and Ryou, too?"

"That won't be necessary."

"Alright, then. I'll see you later."

The white-haired boy ended the call and started staggering towards the mall. *I'll never be caught. Not as long as I cover up my tracks.* He walked into the mall, thinking, *But I'm not sure I should continue doing this for some lunatic with a grudge. How am I even involved with this?* Bakura walked into the mall and towards the food court.

He noticed his next victim, a redhead male with a formal appearance, on the way.

*I know him. Notori Amata. He'll be victim number nine.* Bakura always killed ten people in the months containing the day "Friday the 13th". He didn't want to kill without reason, but his 'employer' didn't give him much of a choice in the matter.

Upon arrival, there was a blonde, tan-skinned man sitting at a table. The thief approached the table without a word.

"Evening, Bakura." The male greeted him. "What's worrying you? You weren't caught, were you?"

The albino sighed, "It's not that, Malik. It's just…Look, I don't want to keep killing people for this sick bastard! Even if I didn't have to, I prefer killing people in my interest. If I start murdering the whores in this Ra forsaken world, it'll make this a little sweeter."

Malik remained silent for a moment. "Alright." Bakura gazed confusedly into the blonde's eyes.

"What?"

Malik laughed, "You heard me. Go ahead and start killing the prostitutes. Our employer won't mind."

Bakura narrowed his eyes at him. "Alright, what's the catch?"

Malik looked at him innocently. "There isn't a catch."

Bakura stared at him. "You can't fool me, Malik. There's always a catch with you. Tell me what you want out of it."

The blonde chuckled at him. "Okay, you caught me. Here's the catch. If you find any cash when you kill them, we split it 25 - 75."

The thief frowned. "60 – 40."

Malik laughed, "Ra knows you drive a hard bargain. 50 – 50?"

"Deal."

At that very moment, Serra and Yami happened to be walking through the mall nearby.

~A/N: This is my third story. Just so you guys know, I'm trying my best to type up three different stories at the same time. If the updates are a little late, I apologize for it. But Yami and Bakura unaware of the other at the mall. Things may go horribly wrong if they find out. They should be posted every Saturday. Please review!