The psycho Yami in question was currently striding through the park towards home.
Stopping for a moment to light a cigarette he looked up at the sky.
He'd always liked the stars. They were the only thing he had left of his old life. The world might have changed but the stars hadn't.
Sighing, he started walking again.
After a moment he heard something move in the bush next to him. Before he had a chance to even turn someone darted out, grabbed him and pulled him into the shrubbery.
As he fell to the ground he felt his body going numb.
Gathering his willpower he used the power of the millennium ring to try and regain control of his body.
It worked long enough for him to stagger back to his feet but once he was up whatever drug his assailant had used proved too powerful and he fell back down again.
The killer laughed coldly as he watched his prey struggle.
He got out his saw and waited for Yami Bakura to stop moving.
As realisation of his situation hit him Yami Bakura delved into the other powers of the millennium ring.
Weak from his struggles to move it took him a while to focus his mind.
Too long.
The killer realised what he was trying to do and quickly pulled the ring from around the tomb robber's neck and threw it as far as he could.
Whimpering in sudden and completely uncharacteristic panic Yami Bakura tried once more to crawl away but the killer, impatient to begin his work, grabbed his shirt and pulled him back.
He grinned psychotically as the teeth of the saw bit into Yami Bakura's neck.
A jet of dark blood drenched a nearby cluster of daffodils.
Still kicking feebly, Yami Bakura tried to ignore the feeling of his own blood pumping from his body.
His grin widening, the killer decided to try out an idea he had been toying with.
He pulled a small but sharp knife from his back pocket and used it to cut open Yami Bakura's shirt.
Working quickly so that his rapidly fading victim would be alive for the next stage he dragged the knife from the base of his gashed throat to his navel.
The killer's eyes lit up as he cut his victim open and viewed his still beating heart through his rib cage.
Crying in agony, Yami Bakura tried to use his mental link with Bakura to call for help.
He couldn't get a response.
I must be too weak he thought, his vision turning hazy.
The killer stared at his victims organs for a few moments longer then returned to the slow removal of his head.
He watched with satisfaction as the five thousand year old tomb robber finally drew his last breath, his eyes full of pain and tears.
After carefully storing the head in his bag the killer walked over to where he had thrown the ring and retrieved it.
Bakura was sitting in Tristan's living room watching a movie with his friend when he heard his Yami's voice in his head.
Bakura, I need you to come to the park…please he said.
He repeated what he'd heard to Tristan.
"Don't go! It's so obviously a trap, when you get to the park he'll kill you" Tristan said, grabbing hold of Bakura's arm.
"You're probably right" Bakura whispered, sounding scared "so what do I do?".
"Just ignore him" Tristan said simply.
Bakura nodded nervously and they went back to watching the movie.
When Yami Bakura's death was announced on the news the next morning Bakura was so upset that he couldn't go to school.
Tristan was kind of glad that he didn't show up because he was worried Bakura would blame him because he told him to ignore what he now knew was his Yami's plea for help just before he was brutally murdered.
No one was quite sure how to react.
Yami Bakura hadn't been the nicest of people but he was reliable and would have helped anybody who had really needed help.
They settled on just not talking about it.
"Hey Kaiba" Joey said, seating himself next to his nemesis "I'll give ya ten bucks if ya let me copy your homework".
"I have recently signed a multi million dollar contract with a large American gaming company, I think I can live without an extra ten dollars thank you Wheeler" Seto replied coldly, not even looking up from his book.
"Oh, ok…can I copy your homework anyway?" Joey asked hopefully.
"Why, are you to dumb to do it yourself?" Seto replied.
"Er, pretty much, yeah" Joey shrugged.
"You're actually admitting that you're stupid?" Seto asked, looking up from his book and raising one eyebrow.
"I suppose I am pretty stupid, well compared to you anyway" Joey answered, batting his eyelashes in a pleading way.
Seto rolled his eyes and returned to his book.
"Please Kaiba, I'll get into so much trouble if I haven't got anytin t' give Miss Mouchiko dis afternoon" Joey begged.
"Why don't you give her your rabies" Seto smirked.
"Pleeeeeeeease!" Joey whined, ignoring the insult.
"Why don't you ask your sidekick?" Seto frowned.
"Cos Tristan's about as dumb as me so it would be obvious dat I copied him, if I copied you I could replace all of your big words with ones dat I understand and da teacher probably won't notice" Joey explained.
"Why couldn't you just attempt it yourself?" Seto sighed grumpily.
"Well I…I had other stuff t' do" Joey answered, looking at the floor.
"What kind of stuff?" Seto quizzed impatiently, eager for Joey to leave him alone.
"Ya wouldn't understand" Joey said dismissively "Da point is, I didn't have time".
"What wouldn't I understand?" Seto said moodily.
"I was on a date wit Mai, it's taken me ages t' convince her t' go out wit me so I couldn't exactly blow her off for homework" Joey sighed.
"Why did you think I wouldn't understand that?" Seto demanded angrily "do you think I have absolutely no idea what it's like to date a woman!".
"Er, no I just…er…" Joey stammered.
"You think that I wouldn't understand because I'm a 'snobby friendless jerk', well I chose not to have friends! If I wanted them I could easily make them" Seto snapped angrily.
Joey was surprised to see tears forming at the corners of Seto's eyes.
"Hey, dat isn't what I thought" Joey said carefully "I just thought you'd make fun of me if I told ya dat I was out wit Mai".
"Just go away Wheeler" Seto said, looking slightly depressed.
"Kaiba, why don't ya want friends?" Joey asked quietly.
"Because they are a waste of time and energy" Seto snapped.
"How do ya know dat if you've never tried havin' a friend?" Joey smiled.
Seto looked at him with narrowed eyes then told him to go away again.
"Alright how about dis" Joey reasoned "Ya let me be ya friend for a month, if ya haven't changed ya mind by da end of da month den I'll be your slave for a week and if ya do like it den we can be friends for as long as ya want, ok?"
Seto considered this offer for a moment.
Would it be worth trying to put up with Wheeler for a month to have a whole week in which he could humiliate him as much as he wanted.?
"Ok, but you are really going to regret this Wheeler, I know I won't change my mind" Seto said evilly.
"Great" Joey smiled "now, can I copy you're homework my dear friend?" Joey asked innocently.
The corner of Seto's mouth twitched slightly as he turned back to his book.
"Kaiba, it's what friends do" Joey said in a singsong voice.
Rolling his eyes again, Seto handed over his homework.
"Wow, thanks" Joey said gratefully then rushed over to his own desk to copy it.
