Ah! Chapter 11! I know that the last chapter was very informative and I added quite a cliffhanger on the end, but this final chapter will explain everything that makes this story so confusing and AWESOME! So…MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! –Shelby-

Disclaimer: I do not own the YuGiOh series or any names mentioned.

Tonight, somebody was going to die.

After a week of careful planning with Bakura and Malik down at their dilapidated headquarters, Jou was just about ready to spring his trap upon Seto Kaiba. He walked down the street with a briskness that couldn't be shaken. This was going to be the hardest, craziest, most fun thing he'd ever done. With this final murder, Father would be gone forever.

Don't think that just by killing Seto you're going to get rid of me.

Ah, yes! I was just remembering to ask you about that little secret you're hiding from me.

Be careful when dealing with the Kaiba boy. He knows more than he should.

What do you mean?

I'm sure you'll find out yourself. But don't underestimate him…he may use your past history together as blackmail against you.

Blackmail?

Oh, yes, all those candle-lit dinners, romantic escapades on the Kaiba Jet, long nights spent together in Seto's bed…don't think I don't know what you two have done together.

I'm not denying that we did anything like that, Father. I'm just asking why you think you know so much.

I'm sure you'll find out yourself.

Jou turned the corner and walked through the door of the house. In the darkness, he felt comfortable. He checked his gun quickly before he heard Bakura and Malik emerge from the shadows.

"Thanks for agreeing to come and talk to us," Detective Rin shook the man's hand and offered him a seat.

"It's really no trouble at all. I'll do anything to see this man put behind bars." Dr. Takahashi Shin smiled at Rin and folded his fingers, waiting for the questioning to start.

"Well, that's good to know. Now, you know that name of The Tokyo Killer, I assume? From this report here, it says you handled him at The Japanese Center for the Mentally Insane, correct?" Rin shuffled through some papers and handed Shin a form containing Jou's admission to the hospital.

"Yes, that's correct. He said his name was Katsuya Jounouchi." Shin nodded at the paper, acknowledging his signature at the bottom.

"Katsuya Jounouchi? The ward of Seto Kaiba? That Katsuya Jounouchi?"

"As far as I know, yes," Shin blinked.

"I think that's all we really needed to ask you, Dr. Takahashi. With that one name you've pretty much solved this investigation."

"Really? All you needed was a name?"

"Pretty much. We knew that you had intercepted The Tokyo Killer from the phone call you gave us and all we really needed was a name. We've been watching Katsuya Jr. for close to two weeks now and I've got three squad cars staked out by his latest hangout. Let me call them and we'll see if he's there." Rin picked up a two-way radio and called one of the cars on duty.

"Yes, sir, what do you need?" A male voice, fuzzy from the static, sounded tired and raspy.

"Officer, I need you to tell me if our subject has entered the building across the street at any time during the past twelve hours." Rin sat on the table and looked at Shin.

"Yes, sir. The subject entered the building at eleven o'clock A.M today and just entered again about ten minutes ago. There were two other men who entered before him. Another man came through the back entrance. Patrol Car Two said it looked like it was Kaiba Seto, but he couldn't confirm for sure."

"Thank-you. Ten four." Rin cut off from the channel and smiled at Shin. "How do you feel about a little road trip, Doctor?"

Bakura and Malik stepped out of their shadowy cover, arms linked with guns in hand.

"Tonight's the night, huh, guys?" asked Jou.

"Oh, yeah, it's going to be so much fun…" Bakura's voice trailed off as he exchanged a sly grin with Malik.

"Why don't we go upstairs, Jou? We have some time before Seto gets here. I called him and he's pressed with a meeting for at least another hour." Malik clicked the safety of his Glock on and off.

Jou looked at the Marakov in his own hand. Where did they get Glocks from?

"Uh, yeah…let's go upstairs. I need to take a small nap anyway. You guys will stand and the door and let me know the second Seto arrives, right?" Jou put the gun in his pocket and started for the stairs.

Bakura nodded and sent a low wave of Dark energy to put Jou into a deep sleep. "Oh, yeah…we'll let you know." He chuckled next to Malik, their steps up the stairs after Jou almost silent. "Well, now, this is going to be fun."

There was a small camera set up in the top room of the rotting house. In the room were a moldy box spring and a metal bed frame, with an equally moldy mattress and tattered drapes; paper thin and fluttering gently in the breeze coming through the broken window. Jou flopped down on the mattress heavily and felt his eyes closing before he even put his head to the mattress. He didn't feel any coming visions, which was rare. There was only peace now…

He didn't see the small camera in the corner of the room, which was directly feeding to a small monitor sitting in front of Seto in a separate room of the same house. He watched as Jou breathed deeply, his mind untroubled and his body safe…at least for another minute or so. He knew that the amount of Dark energy that Bakura had used on him would be enough to keep him unconscious for just about an hour; and that was more than enough time for Bakura and Malik to have their fun, a last favor granted by Seto for all their cooperativeness. He watched with acquired patience and saw the door open slowly, Bakura and Malik arm in arm. He felt slightly uncomfortable watching this, but he knew it was necessary.

Something was happening on the second floor. Rin couldn't see what exactly, but he could make out shadowy shapes of humans doing…something. From the patrol car, he gently sucked on a cigarette and blew smoke rings.

"What exactly are we waiting for?" asked Shin.

"It's only a matter of time before we hear some screaming." Rin was very calm about everything that was happening so far. He had a couple officers tap into the live video feed and enjoyed watching them squirm at the scene they were forced to watch.

"How can you be so sure?" asked Shin again.

"Because…it's only going to be a few minutes until he wakes up anyway. Nobody could withstand that kind of pain and not notice."

"What do you mean by pain? Are they torturing him?"

"Yeah, I guess you could consider it that." Rin chuckled and flicked the glowing butt onto the pavement and stamped it out. Not a minute later a scream ripped through the silence.

"Alright, boys!" called Rin. "It's show time!"

"What the hell is going on here?" screamed Jou. Bakura was over him and he didn't look happy.

"What's going on is that you weren't supposed to wake up yet. I didn't get my turn." Jou looked to the corner and saw that Malik had a very satisfied grin on his face, breathing heavily.

"I must say, Jou….that was a lot of fun. I'm sure Bakura had a lot of fun watching." Bakura leaped off the bed and grabbed Malik by the throat.

"Don't tempt me, Malik. I don't always have to watch." He squeezed a little tighter and Malik gurgled.

Jou struggled to sit up. He found he couldn't move. His hands were bound with the drapes to the two metal posts at the frame's headboard. The knots were complicated and tight, there was no feeling in his hands and he felt something slide down his arm. He looked up to see a long ribbon of red winding down his bare arm; his jacket was thrown across the room, his pants were down around his ankles and Malik was holding his Marakov in his one hand, the other holding his Glock…the safety switched off.

"What's going on here?" asked Jou. He hadn't been this confused or this scared since this whole ordeal had started. What was so long ago was actually just a few short weeks.

"I'm afraid we can't really explain that, Jou. We can explain why you're bound and your pants are around your ankles, though. You see, we cooperated so well with our employer that, as a last request, he bestowed us both with a half hour of fun time with you. It was a sort of reward for all of our hard work. I got in my half hour, but Bakura only got ten minutes…so I suppose you'll just have to be awake for the other twenty minutes." Malik laughed and so did Bakura, but Jou screamed as Bakura stalked over to the bed to reclaim his lost time.

Rin led the small band of heavily armored police officers, he himself also wearing a Kevlar vest and wielding his Glock 9mm. He could hear a man screaming, presumably in pain. The two officers watching the video feed had confirmed that Katsuya Jounouchi was in the building. He was probably the one screaming, if what the officers told Rin was right. The other two men in the room, named Malik Ishtar and Yami Bakura, were repeatedly raping Katsuya Jr. in his sleep. The small company slowly made their way up the stairs to the second floor bedroom. Dr. Takahashi was still inside the patrol car, watching the video feed and telling Rin of any changes in activity through an ear microphone.

"Detective Sukisyo! Stop! Something's happening! Another man has just entered the second floor bedroom! It's Seto Kaiba!" Shin's voice was filled with fear.

Seto entered the room just as Bakura lifted himself from Jou's quivering body. Bakura breathed heavily and smiled with satisfaction.

"That's enough, Bakura. You've had your thirty minutes." Malik twirled the Marakov like a gunslinger in a western film, John Wayne-style.

"Huh, don't get jealous, Malik. It's not my fault he didn't respond as well to you as he did to me…" Bakura trailed off as he buttoned up his pants and licked his fingertips. Only then did they notice Seto in the room.

"Welcome, Seto. Would you like to have a turn?" laughed Bakura. Seto whipped out a brand new .45 and shot Bakura in the shoulder. Bakura cried out and fell over.

"What the hell was that for?" yelled Malik. He raised both the Marakov and the Glock even with Seto. Seto arched an eyebrow and Malik slowly lowered the guns.

"Bakura needed to be reminded who's really in charge here. Stop whining, Bakura. You're fine. Look, it's healing already." Bakura looked at his shoulder and felt as the Darkness helped close the bloody hole in his arm.

"That doesn't mean you have to shoot me, asshole," Bakura retorted. Seto shot him again in the same spot as the previous bullet. "Okay! Okay! You're the boss, I get it!" yelled Bakura.

"Seto? Is that you?" Jou turned over, his skin red and etched with scratches. Seto turned to Jou and hid the gun in the folds of his coat.

"Hi, Puppy. How are you doing?"

"Are you kidding me? I was raped repeatedly for over an hour and you're asking me how I'm doing? How the fuck to you think I'm doing?" Jou yelled and pulled at his restraints. They moved to no avail.

"Well, you know it wasn't supposed to be this way, Jou. You were supposed to stay asleep until Bakura and Malik were done with you. You were supposed to remain unconscious until I came and got you. It seems that there's a lot of disappointment going around tonight." Seto turned to glare at Bakura who glared back with ferocity.

"What's going on, Seto? Nothing you say is making any sense!" Jou struggled some more.

"Oh, yes, I understand. Let's start at the beginning, yes? All right. Hm, it all started a few years back, at a small bar near the end of Tokyo. It was near the Fishing District, a very dilapidated neighborhood much like this one. Only the lowest of the low went there for any sort of consolidation. Your father was one of them." Seto pulled out a chair and sat down. Bakura and Malik cut off Jou's restraints and held one arm each. Jou was too weak to fight them anyway.

"My father?" Jou said wearily.

"Yes. I met with him that night down at that little excuse for a business. The place smelled of alcohol and rotting fish, the only occupants of the bar were your father and myself. Yes, I recall that he had several drinks before he started to tell me his long, sad story. He told me about the long and harsh childhood he'd had and about how he fell madly in love with your mother. He was too poor for her family but she loved him too and forsook everything just to be with him." He looked at Bakura and Malik. "Isn't that simply touching?"

"Yeah, I'm a fucking sap just hearing about it." Bakura smirked.

"The got married at a cheap little chapel somewhere in the city. A year later they had a son whom they named 'Jounouchi'. Then, a few years later, they had a little girl named 'Shizuka'. The two children grew up with each other for their closest companions. When they both were still young, he and his wife filed for a divorce; Katsuya Sr. taking Jou, and his wife taking Shizuka. For, you see, his wife was cheating on him.

"Katsuya was simply heartbroken and started to drink heavily to deal with the emotional pain he was enduring. He missed his wife and daughter so much. He started to go on more rants and his son started running away from home. He searched everywhere and he was so happy when he found him with his friend Otogi. That meant that he was safe. He was saddened when Jou ran away more and more often."

"But I wasn't running away! I was trying to stay alive!" Jou screamed, thrashing against Malik and Bakura's hands.

"Oh, I'm sorry. He didn't know that, Jou. Katsuya Sr. paused his story long enough to take a brief trip to the washroom when I slipped a small vial-full of anthrax into his drink. I watched it dissolve slowly and then Katsuya Sr. returned. He saw the last remaining strains of the poison disappear in his drink and smiled at me. He knew what I'd done. He sat down calmly and raised his glass to me. He took a long pull and cleared his throat. Then he said to me, 'Kaiba…you'd better watch your ass. I'll come back and gain my revenge on you and all you love. I know what you've done. I know it was you that my wife was seeing. That's why I'm here. I will get you. All of you…I'll get all six of you.' I didn't understand what he meant until Mokuba figured out that you were having some mental disturbances, Jou. I knew that Katsuya Sr. had returned."

"What did my father have against you, besides the fact that you cheated with my mom and poisoned him?" Jou whispered.

"He had some incriminating information about my activities when I was a child, the nature of which I will never reveal again. Anyway, after the poison entered his bloodstream, I took him out to the street and left him standing under a street light. I never saw him after that. Yes, I am responsible for this whole ordeal. It's a big shock, huh?"

"Wow," Bakura muttered. "I thought I was a twisted bastard."

"You are a twisted bastard," said Malik.

"Enough! The time I have been waiting for has come at last. Bakura, Malik, take Jou out to the car. We're going for a ride."

Rin was astounded by what he'd just heard. Seto Kaiba was responsible for the whole thing? The very man he let look upon confidential police information, giving him the leg up on police developments; allowing him to always stay one step ahead…how could he have been so easily fooled?

He heard Seto and the other two men drag Katsuya Jr. down the opposite set of stairs to the ones that they were on. He heard the door slam and the sound of an engine being gunned.

"What was that about?" asked one of the officers.

"I don't know, but radio Recon Squad and get them to follow that car. I want locations en route!" Rin ran out of the building and jumped into this car, a surprised Dr. Takahashi squeaking as Rin pressed the gas pedal to the floor after Seto's limousine.

Seto was weaving all over the road in a dash to shake the car that was following him. Whatever this loser wanted, Seto wasn't going to give it to him.

Seto turned over and roared across a bridge that was suspended over a large river-way. Rin was hot on his trail. The bridge was illuminated with street lights every ten feet, allowing Rin to see clearly into the limo, even through the tinted windows. Ishtar and Bakura were holding Katsuya Jr. by his arms. His head was slumped into his chest…chances were that they probably bruised him up a little so he would remain complacent. He saw Seto look into the rear view mirror and his eyes widen as he recognized Rin was behind him. He didn't expect Seto to smile, however, and pull to the shoulder underneath one of the many lights on the bridge. Rin also pulled over, handed a gun to Shin, and ordered him to radio the other cars to stay back unless he was shot.

"Uh...o-okay, D-Detective. Whatever you s-s-say!" Shin stammered.

Seto and Rin stepped out of their respective vehicles at the same time, the limo doors opening and Katsuya Jr. being dragged to the side of the bridge.

"What are you doing with him?" called Rin.

"Call it what you want, Detective Sukisyo. 'Poetic justice', 'just desserts'…whatever you call it doesn't matter to me. I like to call it murder." Seto snapped his fingers and both Malik and Bakura jumped onto the concrete edge of the bridge, holding Jou out above the black waters.

"You're willing to commit murder in front of a law enforcement officer?" Rin started to reach for his Glock 9mm until Seto swiftly lifted his own .45 and aimed at Rin's heart.

"Why, yes, I am. I'm already as famous as I can possibly get…I need to do something that would give me a more infamous reputation. With you here as my star witness, I know how my story will be told once I'm arrested, interrogated, and finally sent away to rot in a maximum security prison for the rest of my horribly infamous life without the chance of bail. Yes, I'm quite willing to commit murder in front of a cop, Sukisyo. In fact, I think I'll do that right now." Seto snapped his fingers and Bakura and Malik let go of Jou's arms.

"No!" yelled Rin. He started to run down towards the bridge's edge but Seto punched his jaw, sending him down to the ground.

"Well, I must admit, that was fun. You know…I think I might even do it again! Bakura! Malik!" Bakura and Malik stood side by side, awaiting Seto's instructions.

"What's up, Boss? Haven't we done enough for you already?" asked Bakura.

"I think he wants us to kill his cop friend as well," laughed Malik.

"As a matter of fact, you're both wrong. It's been nice working with you." Seto fired two shots quickly, one each hitting Bakura and Malik square between the eyes. Both dropped with a loud thud, their open eyes cloudy and dull.

"Shin, call for reinforcements. There is an officer down, three dead. Tell officers to begin scouring the river for Katsuya Jr.'s body immediately." Rin painfully stood up and massaged his jaw.

"Okay, Detective. Help is on its way," Shin's voice came through the radio. Rin walked over to Seto and handcuffed him just as the distant whine of sirens pierced the death-filled night.

"You have the right to remain silent," Rin said. "Anything you say can be used against you in the court of law…"

Falling. Simply falling. Never ending falling.

Cold, wet things. Why are they so cold?

Peace. Watery peace. Watery lungs.

Death. Cold. Warm. Home.

'They found Katsuya Jounouchi's body on the banks of the river three days later. His body was wet and slightly decayed from being underwater for so long. It was obvious that he had died by drowning. According to the medical examiner's findings, he was beaten and raped several times before he was thrown off the bridge. He died around eleven o'clock P.M.

'Kaiba Seto was taken into custody that night and he confessed to the murders of Malik Ishtar, Yami Bakura, and Katsuya Sr. His court trial proceeds on March 15, 2009.' Rin stopped typing up his report and shrugged off his weariness. This was going to be one hell of a court trial.

Inside his holding cell, Seto sat on his small cot and stared at the wall. Yes, he would definitely be infamous now. With three murders under his belt, not including the murder of his lover, he'd gain popularity in ways he'd never thought possible. There would be Seto Kaiba fan-clubs, books would be written about him and The Tokyo Killer, a movie deal would be made for exclusive rights to the story. Oh, yes…he would be infamous indeed.

He chuckled darkly and continued to stare at the wall. He'd have his whole life to stare at the wall.

My whole life. My long, infamous, arduous, psychotic and lonely life. Sounds like fun.

So that's the end, I'm afraid! I hope you enjoyed it! R&R please!!!