I'm sorry this is so late. I was trying to get 5 done before I posted this, but I'm having trouble with making Yami slightly OOC for the ending. SO, chapter 5 needs tweaking. But, I decided to post this so that you're not hanging around. I'm pretty sure that after I finish this, I will stick to one-shots until school slows down. Wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't duel-enrolled. Sigh...Anyway, I own nothing.


Little House of Horrors

Chapter 4

Halloween Night

Yami watched as Honda and Jonouchi stuffed a repulsive amount of sugary candy into their mouths yet again. His lip curled in disgust. How could they keep eating that? He never saw what Yuugi and his friends liked so much about the sugary treats, if one could call them a treat. He preferred to eat fruit when he was able to eat. Something that Grandpa rather enjoyed about the whole switching of minds; always telling him that he needed to get Yuugi to eat healthier foods. Jonouchi held a sucker out to him.

"Sure ya don't want any?" He asked as he chewed the colorful candy.

"Uh…I think I shall pass."

Jonouchi shrugged and shoved the sucker into his already full mouth. He moaned blissfully. Yami's stomach churned. It was a wonder they still had any teeth from the rate they were going.

Grandpa entered the room. He frowned when he saw how much of the candy had been eaten (about half of the large orange and black bowl) and took it away from them. Yami smirked lightly at their distress.

"You kids could learn a thing or two from Yami." He scolded them as he placed the bowl behind the counter and out of their reach.

Honda and Jonouchi looked heartbroken. "Come on, Gramps! It's Halloween! Trick-r-treat!"

Grandpa sat at his stool behind the counter. "Yes. And you've had enough. That's for the little kids."

Jonouchi and Honda huffed and folded their arms over their chests. Searching for a change of topic, Grandpa glanced at the clock.

"Shouldn't Anzu be here soon?"

The three teens looked up at the clock. Yami nodded. "Perhaps I should call her. She wanted to get there early and it's not like her to be late."

At that moment, the door opened and bells jingled. The group turned and raised collective brows at Anzu. She wore short black shorts and a blue T-shirt. Her eyes were heavily lined with black eyeliner and mascara, making her already large sapphire eyes appear bigger. Two small red dots were pained on the inside corners of her eyes. Her lips were painted a deep red.

"What's on your face?" Honda asked.

"Yeah. And where's the Dark Magician Girl costume? We've heard so much about it." Jonouchi's gaze slid to Yami, who glowered at him. He would have to have a talk with Yuugi. Those thoughts were supposed to stay in his mind.

Anzu rolled her eyes. "It's called stage makeup. And I couldn't wear that costume if I have to be an Egyptian queen tonight." She examined Yami and sighed. "I guess I'll have to do yours." She pulled a small black bag from her pocket.

Jonouchi, Grandpa, and Honda began to laugh as she pulled out eye make-up. Yami stood from his place at the counter. "That won't be necessary, Anzu." Fear made his eyes go wide. He might have had to wear eye make-up in his former life, but in this one it was not decorum to wear it if one was male.

She raised a brow. "Yami, you need it. We can put it on when we get there, but if you don't where any, your face will get washed out in the flashing lights. And you need to look the part."

"Look the part? He is the part!" Jonouchi shouted, pointing at Yami. He smirked. "And, Anzu? If I give you my camera, will you take a picture of Yuugi in drag?"

Anzu shoved the make-up pouch back into her pocket. "It's not drag, Jonouchi. Actors wear stage make-up all the time. Especially actresses. Did you actually think that any of them actually look that perfect?" Anzu smirked. "And you shouldn't really say much. Remember the beauty contest?"

A bead of sweat rolled down the blonde's face as the others laughed at the memory. "I was tryin' to prove a point." He grumbled.

"Whatever," Anzu sighed as she glanced up at the clock. "Oh, shoot! Come on, Yami! We have to hurry!" She reached out and grabbed his hand. She pulled the blushing Pharaoh behind her as she left the shop and took off towards the house.

She giggled when she heard Grandpa cry out: "Jonouchi! If you don't stop eating that, it's going on your already overdue tab!"

"Just put it on Honda's."

Anzu giggled again and glanced back at Yami, who was staring transfixed at their hands. Her laughter stopped and she released his hand, sensing he did not like the contact.

"Sorry." She mumbled.

Yami quickened his pace to walk beside her. "Do not apologize, Anzu."

She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. "Uh…okay. Anyway, I see that Jonouchi and Honda took Yuugi's place this year at passing out candy…if there's any left."

Yami winced at the memory of Jonouchi stuffing candy into his mouth. "I still do not see the appeal of it."

She laughed. "Well, I guess they don't have candy where you're from. I like it, but the way they scarf it down…gross."

The Pharaoh's eyes raked over Anzu's intricately done eye make-up. There was something about the way she had drawn thick black lines from the corner of her eyes that made him remember something from another time. However, he could not put his finger on just what that was. The thick lines were similar to those around the Eye of Sennen on his puzzle, save the two that curved at the bottom.

Anzu noticed his stare and her face heated up. It made her nervous when the ancient spirit stared at her that way. It was like he didn't know who she was. "So…um…Yami…what are you looking at? Do I have something in my teeth?"

Yami's gaze refocused. "No." He replied simply, before glancing away from her and to the path ahead of them. Anzu felt slightly hurt at his rudeness. She could sense that his walls were coming back up. She felt a pang of fear in her heart.

She reached out her hand and encircled her fingers around his arm. She stopped and pulled on his arm. Yami stopped in response and his crimson eyes cut down to where her smooth, slender fingers were wrapped around his bicep. He gradually looked up into her eyes. At seeing the pain etched deeply into them, it felt like someone had punched him, knocking the breath from his borrowed lungs.

"Anzu…" He breathed.

She shook her head fiercely, her hair twirling around her face. Tears welled in her eyes that she tried to fight back. "Don't do this to me, Yami."

Truly clueless, Yami stepped closer to her, her hand falling down his arm and back to her side. "Do what, Anzu?" He asked.

"You're blocking me out again. Please, just let me in." She beggingly whispered.

Yami's eyes moved once more over the eye make-up. Now he knew. It wasn't just stage make-up…it was Egyptian eye make-up. Something else bothered him about it, though. It was like he had seen those particular lines before. The way that, unlike most Egyptian markings, it wasn't completely stiff; that it curved upwards ever-so-slightly to make her already curvy lashes look even fuller.

"Anzu…I'm sorry if it appears that way…but, I think I am remembering something about my past." Yami informed her.

Anzu blinked rapidly, her tears vanishing as a smile grew on her face. "Really? Oh! That's awesome! What is it?"

Yami glanced away and started walking again. Anzu ran to catch up with him, worried that she had insulted him some way. "Yami?"

"Something about your eyes." He told her.

"My eyes?"

He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes for a moment before looking back to the familiar path again. Anzu chewed her lip nervously when he didn't answer her. "The way you did your stage make-up."

Anzu raised a gentle hand to her face and barely touched her finger pads against the smooth paint. "What about it?"

"I think that-"

"Anzu! Yuugi!" The two looked up to see Suzuki rushing towards them. They had been unaware until now that they were outside the haunted house. "I was beginning to worry. You're about ten minutes late. No matter. Just put on your costumes and meet me up in the mummy room." She handed them each a black garment bag. "These are costumes from when we did a production of Cleopatra. Now hurry! And Anzu, nice make-up. And Yuugi, you'll need some too."

She ushered them from the sidewalk to the yard and then into the house. They headed to the rooms that had been designated as dressing rooms.

Yami glanced at himself in the full length mirror that someone had set up in the room. He wore a white tunic that went to his knees. A gold belt was clasped around his waist, and from the belt, a piece of light blue cloth flowed to the hem of his tunic. Gold bracelets had replaced his back ones. A head band that matched his Millennium Puzzle pushed even more of his unruly golden bangs back from its place in his forehead. From his back, a cape, the color of deep crimson –almost the color of his eyes-, flowed down to his sandaled feet. And, of course, his puzzle hung from around his neck.

The Pharaoh felt apprehension in his stomach. He was staring at himself as he would have looked three thousand years ago and he remembered…nothing. He growled in frustration and punched the wall beside him. Some Pharaoh he was.

He reemerged and stood in the hall, waiting for Anzu. A moment later, she too came out of the female dressing room. He heard her dainty footsteps and turned. His eyes widened and his mouth hung open allowing for a startled gasp to come out.

A flowing white dress fell to just below her knees. A brown and pink belt was clasped around her already tiny waist, making it look smaller. Gold bangles had replaced her usual ones and a bright pink cape flowed to her sandaled feet. She held her hands clasped in front of her chest.

Yami blinked slowly. "Teana."

Anzu's hands fell to her sides. "Huh?"

Yami slowly turned to face her. As if in a trance, he slowly went to her, his hand reaching towards her pale cheek. He cupped it, his thumb rubbing circles on it.

"Teana…"

Anzu tensed and drew back. "Yami…Who's Teana?"

Yami's hand lingered in the air for a moment before dropping to his side. A headache began to form behind his temples and he felt the urge to hold his head. "Anzu." He said, as if he was clarifying her existence.

Anzu nodded and took his hand, holding it tightly as she nodded. "Yes. I'm Anzu. Did you remember something? You called me Teana."

Yami looked down at their hands before slowly pulling his away from hers. He tried to ignore the hurt on her face. He failed. "Just…forget it." He muttered before moving around her and heading up the stairs to their room.

She followed behind him slowly and quietly. Yami clenched his fists. He could remember nothing about himself when he was wearing the clothes of his time, but when Anzu stepped out he had remembered a face. A girl. Someone that was Anzu, but at the same time wasn't. That was why her make-up had affected him. It made her look like a girl from his past…Teana, whoever she was.

They entered the room and Suzuki and Ichiro-tachi glanced up at them. Suzuki smiled and patted the middle alter, the one that without a fake mummy. "Wow. You guys look great. Okay, Anzu, hop up here. You're going to a sacrifice taken by the mummies. Your going to scream and beg the people to help you as they come in. Before they leave, Yuugi, you are going to come out of your hiding place in the corner and command them to leave. And Ichiro-tachi will chase them out with the daggers.

"Ichiro-tachi will explain everything fully. I have to get out front. But, let's keep this clean tonight, boys. That's why we had to change the program in this room. Alright. We open in about thirty minutes. Get ready and break a leg."

She narrowed her eyes at Ichiro-tachi before smiling at Anzu and Yuugi and then left. Anzu glanced at Yami. His face was stony and she began to wonder if it was such a great idea to have chosen this room in the first place. She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. No turning back now. She stepped to the alter and lifted herself onto it.

She shuddered as Goro and Hibiki moved to stand on either side of the alter. "Don't you two try anything funny."

They said nothing. She looked up into their eyes and cocked a brow. They were empty looking. She wondered what was up with that before she decided that maybe their parents had finally snapped and told them to not make anymore blemishes on their honor.

Ichiro moved to the end of the alter. She noticed the same blank look in his eyes. "Goro and Hibiki will hold you down by your wrists." He informed her monotonously.

"Okay…" Anzu murmured as she lay back on the alter, glancing at Yami uneasily as Goro and Hibiki took her wrists. She winced as they held them too tightly. "Guys, let up a little."

They didn't. She moved her wrists, trying to break their hold. "You're hurting me!" She cried out.

Hearing Anzu's voice snapped Yami from his trance and he moved forward. "Let her go." He ordered. Anzu shivered at the Pharaoh-like authority in his sensual voice.

Ichiro turned to face him. "No, Pharaoh." Yami stopped, his eyes going wide at something Anzu could not see.

In a sudden flash of golden light, the room transformed. Anzu gasped in amazement as the alter below her turned to stone and burning torches appeared on the now stone walls. The painted hieroglyphics on the alters melted into the alters and looked as if they had been carved millennia ago. The mummies on the alters at her sides became real and the smell from them made her gag.

"What's going on?" She yelled. Goro and Hibiki's hands fell away from her wrists and she felt a moment's relief before they were replaced by rope shackles. She pulled at them and they cut painfully into her tender flesh. A thin line of blood formed.

"Let's play a Shadow Game, Pharaoh." Ichiro suggested.

Anzu struggled helplessly. Yami narrowed his eyes at Ichiro. "Who are you?" He asked.

Anzu tried to sit up, but the awkward way her arms where bent and then rope shackles only allowed her an inch or two.

"Let's just say I'm an old friend." Ichiro said.

Yami's crimson narrowed eyes cut to the trapped Anzu. "Let Anzu go."

Ichiro shook his head and made a tsking noise. "No, no, Pharaoh. The girl is apart of the game."

Yami crossed his arms. "What's the game?" His voice was full of hateful venom.

Ichiro pulled two of the once prop, now real daggers from within the yellowed bandages of his costume. He held one out to Yami. "We each get once turn to try to free Anzu from her binds. You will both be blinded. The one who cuts through her ropes wins. Winner gets the girl and the Millennium Puzzle. Loser faces a penalty game."

Yami slowly took the knife. "This is too dangerous. Anzu could get hurt."

Ichiro laughed. "That's just it, Pharaoh. Game start. I go first."

Yami and Anzu tensed as he drew near Anzu. Anzu struggled helplessly as Ichiro raised the knife high, the blade gleaming in the torch light. Anzu pinched her eyes shut and screamed when he quickly brought the blade down. White hot pain flashed through her and she screamed in agony as her eyes fluttered open. Her panic gaze went to her right wrist. Ichiro had missed the ropes completely and sliced her arm deeply. Thick, crimson blood oozed quickly from the gash. Anzu's stomach rolled and her heart pounded.

"Anzu!" Yami cried.

Ichiro laughed. "I missed. Pharaoh, your turn." He stepped to the side.

Anzu's chest heaved as she looked up at Yami, begging him to next miss. His eyes locked onto hers as he slowly approached her left side. With a slightly shaking hand, Yami raised his dagger. Hot, thick tears dripped from the corners of her eyes, causing her make-up to run. Something flashed in Yami's eyes. However, it wasn't the clouded look of blindness she expected. It was hatred. Pure hatred that burned from the bottom of his fiery heart as he stared down at her.

"Teana." He hissed. His hand steadied.

Ichiro laughed crazily in the corner as Yami's hand went higher. Petrifying fear froze Anzu and she went slack against the alter.


Review please! And chapter 5 will be up soon! Hopefully this weekend!

~MutantEnemy6789