I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or Tru Calling. (Although both are the coolest programmes ever created!)
Chan: OK! Writing this story is a little bit like diving off the twenty foot high diving board at the swimming pool without even going in the shower before hand!
Yami: nice way to put it! So tell the worst, what's it about?
Chan: it's kinda a take on Tru Calling! If you have never seen Tru calling then don't worry because it will be just as good, if not better!
Yami: Are you going to tell us the warnings?
Chan: Of course, contains character death (but this doesn't last long…read to find out), references to murder… suicide… stuff like that… And unfortunately, more Yami torture.
Yami: trying to keep calm and when is it set?
Chan: Sometime during the Doom arc but it doesn't exactly follow the plot.
Yami: big sigh Great!
Chan: Actually it's great!
Yami: No it isn't!
Chan: Yes it is… As you will soon find out…… (Voice fades out)
Raphael's Calling
Chapter one
I'm being haunted by a whisper
Normal P.O.V.
On the day that it all began, there was nothing to set it apart from any other day. Raphael woke up to the television loud in his ears. It was some ridicules game show and Raphael was watching it just enough to know two things. One the lucky numbers and two, the game show was very boring.
The day passed by in an absolute blur of boredom with nothing much happening. Dartz was out that day, doing who knows what but Raphael Valon and Alistair were fine with this. At about one in the afternoon a package arrived for Valon and he diapered off to his room for the rest of the afternoon.
Time slowly slipped by until it was finally ten 'o' clock. It was time for Raphael to leave for work.
"I can't believe you work there!" Valon's face was a mixture of disgust and mild amusement.
"Well I do so you will just have to get used to the idea of it." Raphael sighed, pulling his coat around his shoulders.
"But you'd rather hang out with a load of dead guys than hang out with us?" Alistair joined in, sounding so pathetic the even he laughed.
"First, it's my job, not hanging out." Raphael was checking he had everything while he spoke. "And second, yes." He grinned at their faces and as he walked past, he reached out and ruffled Valon's hair. Valon scowled, jerking away.
"You are not going to be doing that when you get home." He warned. "You are going to be taking an extremely long shower before coming within a ten foot radius of me when you get back!" Raphael rolled his eyes for what seemed like hundredth time already that day.
"I will! Hang on, what happened to your face Valon? You've got a bit of blood on it."
"Oh, I slipped and hit my face." He said simply.
And that was the last thing Raphael heard before leaving through the front door.
He knew they were only joking, but it did get annoying. He was getting really fed up with the comments on his new job. A few weeks ago, he had taken a job at the city morgue. It was quite a creepy job but at least it had good money and you never knew what was going to happen next; no two days were the same. He worked the grave yard shift which meant he had to be more or less alone in a building filled with dead people at midnight, but he still didn't mind that much. He never got at all scared by any of this.
He was the newest member there and also the youngest. (Chan: I have no clue of Raphael's true age so in this he is going to be eighteen). And because of this, he had been put through a process of the other workers there trying to scare the living hell out of him; none of the attempts had worked in the slightest.
That evening was relatively quiet with no bodies getting brought in for ages. Raphael just sat at his desk daydreaming of what he was going to do on his day off. That is he was until…
"Hey Raphael!" Called Mike, who was the person who collected the bodies. He came into view pushing a body covered by a sheet on one of those weird sliver tables on wheels.
"Come on!" he called again. "I'm gonna need your help with this!" With a sigh Raphael got up and walked over to him.
"So what do we know about this one?" he asked reaching out to take the sheet away from the persons face.
"A teenage boy, just a year younger than you." He said sadly. "His name's…"he checked a clip board. "…Moto. Yami Moto." Raphael froze for a second before ripping the sheet back from the boy's torso. It was true. Pharaoh Yami was lying on the cold silver metal, his eyes closed in eternal peace.
"Oh my god!" Gasped Raphael making Mike look up.
"Is something wrong?" he asked. Raphael shook his head, hands at his mouth. Well he couldn't exactly say the truth could he?
"He's just so young." He covered quickly.
"Yeah, life's a bitch like that." Mike's voice still had a slight hint of humour despite everything. Raphael sighed, trying to get a grip.
"So what was wrong with him?" he asked. Mike raised his eyebrows before gently lifting Yami's head up and tilting it so Raphael could see the back of the boy's neck. Raphael gasped. A large bullet hole was right in the middle of the back of Yami's face.
"You mean apart from the massive bullet entry wound on the back of his neck? Apart from that he's perfectly fine." For once Raphael didn't think Mike's sense of humour funny. Yami might be his enemy, but he knew him well and it had gotten to the point where he couldn't even imagine a day without seeing him.
"The people in the hotel room next door heard a gun shot just before eleven but by the time the police got there, there was no sign of his killer at all." He said sadly. Raphael didn't wish murder on anyone at all.
"Well," said Mike, placing Yami back down. "I'm going to leave you to do your job. The police will be over in the morning to examine his body." And then he turned and left.
With a sigh Raphael looked down at the dead boy's face. Even in death, his face seemed to light up the room and it was peaceful and strangely, almost…happy and calm somehow.
Trying to hide his emotions, he got on with the normal set of things he had to do to every dead body. This included removing all jewellery, and stuff from their pockets. It was removing the millennium puzzle that made it all sink in for Raphael.
"I'm sorry." He whispered softly. "I'll make sure your friends get the puzzle, I'll phone them as soon as I'm done here." He swallowed hard.
"I'm sorry about other stuff too." Raphael closed his hand around the Oreichalkos stone hanging from his neck. When he was done, Raphael left the room to go into the office. Once there, he sighed and took out a deaf certificate and started filling it in.
First name: Yami
Last name: Moto
Age: 17
Time of death: 11:00pm
Date of death: 17th September 2005 (Chan: It's September if I say it is!)
Cause of death:
And that is as far as Raphael ever got. He was just about to fill in the next area when a voice sounded from inside the crypt, which if you didn't know is a place with loads of large draw like freezers, each with a dead body inside.
"Raphael?" Raphael put down his pen and stood up.
"Hello?" he called back.
"Raphael." The boy mentioned stood up and opened the office door staring into the dark room.
"Who's there?" he asked almost scared, and then grinned.
"Oh very funny Mike but I thought you guys had gotten past this now!" There was no answer for a few seconds.
"Raphael." The voice spoke again. Raphael took a few steps towards the voice, now aware that he was shaking quite badly.
"Raphael!" the voice sounded slightly more desperate. Raphael took a gulp of air and then ran forwards until he felt the cold metal of the crypt bang into his skin.
"Raphael!" Raphael now knew where the voice was coming from. But it couldn't possibly be true…… he reached out a hand and pulled open one of the crypt draws.
It was the one he had put Yami in after removing his bracelets and the puzzle.
There was absolute silence as Raphael's eyes scanned the room.
"Please…" whispered a tiny voice from below Raphael. The bikers gaze immediately whipped down to look at the dead body of his biggest rival. What happened next would change Raphael's life forever.
The pharaoh's hand suddenly grippedRaphael's wrist,his eyes flew open, his head turned to face Raphael in one quick movement and spoke two words.
"Help me."
End Chapter
Chan: Well sorry it's so long.
Yami: Oh sweet lord!
Raphael: erm…….
Chan: Review quick and I'll update soon!