Author's Note

Red: Another chapter~

Star: Yay! I'm so useful in this one!

Stitches: *twirls finger* Woo.

Red: Alright, do the disclaimer!

Star: RedSmarties does NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh! or its characters!

Stitches: I can only imagine what would have happened if we did own, it though. *smirks and laces fingers together* We would make a lot of fangirls happy.

Red: ... Right. Well, I don't own the Saw franchise, either, so don't say that I do!

Stitches: Although if we-

Red: Shut up and let them read, dammit!

Stitches: *hangs head* Yes, Master...

All Ryou could feel was the ice-cold of the floor beneath him. He was being dragged somewhere, and he could feel grit scraping across his back painfully. His half-conscious, foggy mind barely registered the feeling of his arms and legs bound together. A vague feeling of being forcefully pushed into a corner broke through the cloud of his mind. He cried out weakly, and heard a little giggle and a low chuckle.

"W-where am I?" he called out to darkness. "Why can't I see?"

"You have a blindfold, dumbass," came a taunting but demanding voice. He whimpered again and tried to scooch further into the corner, only to be stopped by something (what he assumed was a shoe) poking into his butt.

"Ah, ah, ah, Ry-chan~! You can't leave yet~! We have many things planned for you~!" a sickly sweet, sing-song voice chirped behind him. A sudden swoosh prompted him to open his eyes (which he just realized had been clenched tightly closed) wide, discovering that he was no longer blindfolded. He saw two retreating figures heading through a doorway, and heard the door slam shut.

The room around him was pitch black. His breath caught in his throat as he began to panic.

What if I'm trapped? What if they never come back for me? What if I'm stuck in here forever to die and wither away to no-

"Hello, Ryou," a scratchy female voice came over the intercom. The white-haired boy jumped slightly at the break of the silence in the room. "You're probably wondring why you have been brought here. Wondering where exactly you are. When you're going to be set free." He meekly nodded. "Alright, then. Just making su-"

"Wait, how did you know that I nodded? You're just over an intercom!" The voice chuckled dryly.

"All in good time, my dear boy. All in good time." With a last, menacing laugh, the intercom clicked off.

"But, wait! ?You-You just can't leave me here! Hello? HELP! NO! PLEASE! NOOOOO!"

The sound of a doorbell rang throughout the elegant, sizable house. Sounds of footsteps echoed on the hardwood floors as Malik rushed to the door, yanking it open.

"Hey, I ordered this pizza an hour ago! I get it free! Thirty minutes or less, dammit!" he fumed. The figure standing in front of him wore a sleeveless, black tank top with a magenta cape cascading over her shoulders and around her waist. A short mini-shirt barely brushed the area several inches above her knees, it's frills fluttering in the slight breeze. Beaded belts clinked against eachother and a larger chunky belt as the girl shifted back and forth, unable to stay still. Fishnet stockings covered her exposed legs, leading down to slim, magenta high heels. Her face was covered with a porcelain-looking doll mask with wide, creepy eyes and a small, heart-shaped mouth. A star dominated the space over and around her left eye.

She held the pizza box out and chirped happily, "Here's your pizza!" Malik glared at her.

"This had better be pepperoni." He opened the box to find it empty. "Hey, what the hell?"

"I'm sorry, I got hungry on the way here. But I do have something else for you! You won't be able to eat this, though."

"Well, what the hell is i-" KONK!

Marik lounged lazily on the couch, barely paying attention to the television screen. His fingers were tangled somewhere in his unruly mass of blonde hair behind his head. Where the hell is Malik with the pizza?

He could hear his hikari's voice at the door, just couldn't make out the words. When he heard a loud "KONK!" followed closely by a "Thud!", he became suspicious. Pushing himself off of the couch with a sigh, Marik made his way to the front door. He was met with the sight of a masked girl attempting to drag Malik away. He decided to make himself known.

"Hey!" The girl's head shot up. "What did you do to him? I'm the only one allowed to hurt him!" The girl stood completely up and stepped over the unconscious Malik.

"Well, we were just playing a little game," said the sweet voice. Marik cocked his head.

"What kind of game?"

"Ever heard of... cricket?" Out of nowhere, the girl pulled a huge, flat bat out of the folds of her cape. Before he could react, the spikey-haired teen was unconscious on the floor, a large bump forming on his head.

Star smiled to herself as she gazed upon the unconscious, tan, muscular, bodies. She turned to the car that sat at the curb.

"Hey! I got 'em!" A head poked out of the car window.

"Well, drag him out!"

"Well... I got two of 'em! Help me?" She smiled even more, even though it was hidden by her mask. With a sigh, the other masked person got out of the car to aid her accomplice. When she reached the porch, Stitches bent down to examine the teens.

"Mm, they'll be perfect," she said, reaching under her mouth to wipe the small amount of drool pooling at the corners of her lips. She bent over and hooked her arms under the armpits of the larger boy. Then, they both begain to drag them to the waiting car. Their maniacal laughter and adorable giggles could be heard as they drove off to further their plan. Correction: Their master's plan.

Star: *playing with Red's hair* It's so FLOOFY!

Red: *smacks her hand away* OFF ME, MINION!

Stitches: *snickers*

Red: Silence both of you and fetch me some snacks!

Star: Yes, Master! *runs off*

Stitches: Reviews, please? It will make us and our Master oh-so-happy.