Murderous Perfection
By Ash Kaiba
DISCLAIMER!! I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Or ideas from The Door to December by Dean Koontz that I used for inspiration.
Unlike my own fan fics, I will not be using chapter names. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Now…
The annoying beep of the alarm caused a figure to stir in the bed. Dark violet eyes peeked at the neon green numbers. His raven hair poked everywhere. Tan fingers slipped slowly from the alarm off button. A small groan escaped his lips. He tossed the thin sheets off his body. Cloud pajamas draped off his body.
Mokuba Hiroshima rubbed his eyes as he climbed out of bed. He tiredly worked his way down to the kitchen. Amaye stood in front of the stove, cooking an early breakfast. His stepfather was at the table, scanning his lesson plans fro the day. Both parents were absorbed to the task at hand. The thirteen year-old lazily strolled past them and into the bathroom.
His feet cooed in the warmth of his slippers. Violet eyes complained about the light. The soft green glowed as the porcelain toilet glittered. The sink screamed until not a single hair was on it. Toilet water swirled as the teen turned on the chrome faucet. The scent of watermelon drifted into his nose as the suds attacked the dirt and bacteria. Then, other cleaning agents overcame it. Mokuba tried to snort it out, but it became stronger every time. He rushed out of the bathroom, wanting nothing more with the clean smell.
"Mokuba?"
The teen turned and faced Amaye. Her eyes kept that warm chestnut glow. Her hair retained the shiny black. This time, however, small flowers spotted her vestment. She ruffled his hair with her honey brown hand. A smile skipped around on her lips as she gestured him to the table. Mokuba grinned as he sat behind a plate of food. Light yellow eggs giggled as red ketchup dripped down onto them. Light red, curly bacon softly clicked in his mouth. Amaye pecked his cheek.
"Have a good day. I love you."
"Love ya, too." The teen grinned, egg packed in his cheeks.
Arika looked up and kissed Amaye good-bye. He glanced at Mokuba. The boy shoved more food into his mouth. His brown eyes went back to his teacher textbooks.
"Arika, is Kenichi coming tonight?"
"If you behave, he will. But, his boss may need him more tonight." Arika added, "you need to be ready in twenty minutes."
"Meeting at the high school?"
Arika glared and Mokuba rushed to finish his breakfast. He shoveled the bits of bacon and clumps of eggs into his mouth. His stepfather closed the algebra textbook as the boy slid his plate into the sink. The teen dashed to the overly clean bathroom. Turquiose paste slid out of the tube onto the stiff bristles. Mokuba turned the timer over as he worked the metallic purple pole. Sand fell grain by grain.
Seto, where are you? Can you see me? Why haven't you come for me? He wondered as the bubbles worked against plague. I miss you.
"Mokuba, fifteen minutes!"
The boy forced the faucet to release the water. Bristles sprayed water droplets as the toothpaste ran down the drain. He cupped his hands together to collect water. He sloshed the mixture of water and toothpaste; then, spat it out. Mokuba wiped his face and dashed to his room. His semi-fat fingers released the white buttons from their prison. The fabric drooped as he pulled his school uniform out of the closet. The royal blue jacket carried his middle school crest on the left sleeve.
His world went white for a moment as he slid on his tee shirt. His arms flew into the sleeves of his jacket. The brass buttons snapped together. Then, he slid off his pajama pants and underwear, quickly slipping on a clear pair. The jacket's mate grew to his waist. Its zipper hummed as he finished getting dressed. Two black shoes covered his black socks. Mokuba snatched a hair tie and his brush, because a comb would never work with his wild hair. He worked out the knots, gently, but quickly. The black hair now gleamed as he gathered it and wrapped the hair tie around it.
"Mokuba!"
He quickly grabbed his new inside shoes for school and shoved the box under his arm as he positioned the backpack. He threw the door open and rushed down the stairs. Arika stood by the door. His laptop case was hanging from his left shoulder. The midnight hair blended into his suit. The white shirt and dark blue tie stood out. A black leather briefcase floated about two feet above the ground. Its handle gently rested in Arika's fist.
"Ready?"
"Yeah," Mokuba answered with a nod.
Somewhere in Domino…
"You should eat," an old, high pitch voice recommended.
"I'm not hungry."
The man turned around and closed the door. A click told the occupant it was locked. A slither of morning sunlight crept into the room. The occupant kept the curtains closed. Its eyes stared through the dark at the tray of food. The smell called it, but it resisted. Long fingers stroke the smooth glass. It gripped the glass and gulped the cool liquid down. The empty cup clanked back onto the tray.
Another click echoed. Light poured into the dark. The occupant stayed still, never moving. Shadows stood in the light's trail, peeking in.
Who is the occupant? Unfortunately, it isn't a key player yet. I would like to have at least five reviews before the next chapter gets posted. If you have guesses or even ideas (which are better in my opinion), include it please!