Hello readers! Now it is time for chapter two…finally…
Author's note: This story contains swears, gory stuff, and sick things. There is also some shounen-ai/yaoi (which means boy/boy love). If you find this wrong or feel uncomfortable about shounen-ai/yaoi, please do not read this story. (People who feel a bit uncomfortable about this…don't worry, there won't be much shounen-ai/yaoi)
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Yugioh' characters, but I own the killer...or maybe not. Eh, the killer doesn't matter...if you want to use this 'killer' in your story...go ahead, I'm not stopping you. Well, on with the story.
The Killer was Smiling
***--***YUGI'S POV***--***
"Aibou, wake up."
I felt something poke incessantly at my ribs. I gave out an annoyed grunt and opened my eyes. That was a bad idea.
"Ahh! The sun!" I hissed as I pulled the covers back over my head. I heard a deep, but soft chuckle coming from Yami.
"Come on aibou. It's almost noon. What are you, a vampire?" he asked.
"Yes, I am." I slid off the bed and trudged into to the bathroom to wash up. I trudged back into my room and went back into bed, pulling the covers over my head to block the sun from blinding me. Yami looked down at me and signed at my antics.
In a quick motion, I was swung onto Yami's shoulder. I gave out a squeal and wiggled a bit. "Yami!"
He carried me downstairs, into the living room, and plopped me on the couch. I tried to give him my 'angry' look, but to him, it only made me look cuter.
"So, what do you want to eat Yugi?" Yami asked. I put my hand under my chin, looked at the ceiling and pretended I was thinking really hard.
I answered him back. "I want bacon, pancakes, scramble eggs, oat-"
"Umm…Yugi, the only thing I could make is toast…"
"Oh, well then I'll just have cereal, knowing that you burn things." I giggled, than walked into the kitchen, leaving Yami standing in the living room glaring after me.
"I don't burn things. And you like my toast!" Yami yelled and followed me into the kitchen. Grandpa was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping on his coffee and reading the newspaper, like he usually does. I glimpsed at the newspaper Grandpa was reading and saw a picture of a girl. The same girl I saw whose body was in the trashcan.
"Yugi, I called the police about this previous event, and told them what you saw…they want to question you about this."
"Yes, I understand."
"Okay, they want to see you around 1:30. I'll drop you off when it's time." Grandpa walked back upstairs and into his room.
"Sooooo…what do you want to do, Yami?" I asked as I turned around looking up at him. Yami looked down at me and shrugged.
"It's up to you Yugi." This is what I love about Yami. He'll ask me what I want to do, where to go or give me things I desire. But I don't need anything. I have what I want and need. I have Yami.
"…I don't know." I grumbled. My stomach made a loud rumble noise. I began to blush as Yami sniggered. "Shut uuuuuup!" I moaned as I grabbed the cereal box from the cupboard. I poured some cereal into my hand and threw it at him. Yami gave me this 'what are you on?' look. I grabbed the milk from the refrigerator; poured it in a cup I took out from the cupboard, and splashed it on his shirt.
"AIBOU!" Yami yelled as I laughed insanely. Yami pouted, then walked towards the cupboard and grabbed the jam. My eyes widen, than narrowed as Yami 'evilly' smirked at me.
"What are you going to do with that?" I asked as I slowly stepped back, then all of a sudden, I started running. I dodged from Yami and crawled under the table, but Yami grabbed me by the leg and dragged me. "YAAAAAAAMI! NOOOOOOOOO!"
Yami pinned me down by my wrists with one of his hands, and dipped his free hand into the jar, scooping the jam out.
"Yami, how can you do this? I'm your sweet hikari." I said, giving him my big innocent puppy eyes. Yami smiled; bent down and placed a small kiss on my nose, and then his 'evil' smirk appeared back on his face. He smeared the jam all over my face as I tried squirming away.
Yami lets go of my wrist as I sat up and glared at him. He smiles at me. That glare of mine never seems to work. Yami and I stared at each other for a moment, than before you know it, I ran towards the refrigerator while Yami ran towards the cupboard. Yep, we had a food fight. What fun.
I grabbed a yogurt from the fridge, opened it and dumped it in my hands, and flung it, which happened to hit his legs. I quietly laughed to myself after I heard Yami silently mutter about his poor leather pants…his poor, poor sexy leather pants…
Instead of laughing quietly I began to laugh uncontrollably…until I felt something cold going down my back. I jumped around and shrilled as something wet rolled down my back. After I hopped around a bit, an ice dropped out from my nightshirt. You know…that ice would not have been there if I wasn't laughing hysterically. If I wasn't laughing, I would have saw Yami sneak up by me and go into the freezer…how can I not know that since I was near the fridge? Yami is good…too good.
This food fight has been going on for 10 minutes even though it seems like it's been an hour. I lazily lay down on the ground slightly panting. Yami was looking down at me smirking. I know what that smirk means. It's the 'I am the champion and I'll rub it in your face' smirk.
"We should clean this mess up before Grandpa comes down." I said as I stood up.
"Well, speak of the devil." Yami silently said to me. Grandpa was near the kitchen door looking at us, and then grinned.
"I've always known I was living with a bunch of clowns." Grandpa walked towards me and poked his index finger on my face. "So, what is it like to have jam on your face?"
"It's icky." I really couldn't think of another word for it. It was sticky and unpleasant. Yuck!
Grandpa walked out of the kitchen and was heading out the door.
"I'm going grocery shopping. I'll be back in a few." Grandpa yelled from the doorway. I looked at Yami, shrugged, and commence to clean the kitchen.
***
We cleaned up the mess for about 15 minutes, and then we both were complaining about who was going to take the upstairs bathroom, while the other takes the downstairs bathroom. Unsurprisingly, I won. Thanks to my infamous eyes. It works ever time.
I love the downstairs bathroom. It much bigger and it's…well…stunning. I love the cream colored walls, the huge bathtub with a cream color bathtub curtain; the comfy, fluffy carpets that's on the white marbled floor. I enjoy looking at the towels that's hung against the wall. The pattern catches my attention. Maroon, cream, maroon…love that color combination.
I turned on the shower, stripped out of my clothes and went into the tub. Showers are so very soothing. It calms me down, even through the worst situations. I closed my eyes as water was splashed upon my face, washing the sticky jam off. Now my face feels weird after it has been rinsed off. It feels lighter…but hard and a little icky.
As I began to open my eyes, instead of seeing clear liquid, it was red. It felt heavy. Dark red liquid was all over my body. I closed my eyes and reopened them, seeing crystal clear water. I looked around confused and proceed on washing up. I stepped out of the tub, grabbed a towel to dry myself and wrapped the towel around my waist.
I began to feel light headed and my vision wasn't clear. I closed my eyes and slowly opened them. Red liquid was running down the wall. The bathtub was full of red fluid. I looked carefully in the tub. It had a weird scent. The bathroom smelt like something died in here. I slowly dipped my hand inside the tub, and pulled out. My mind came to a conclusion that it was blood. What's going on? Why is there blood in here? I turned around and looked at the sink mirror. The word 'BEAUTIFUL' was written in blood. I shut my eyes, shook my head and opened my eyes back up. The bathroom was back to normal. I was breathing hard. My heart was pounding fast.
'Illusions, illusions, illusion.' I reiterated in my head. It's just an illusion. I loathe delusions. I despise it.
I opened the bathroom door and walked upstairs into my room. I grabbed my boxers from the drawers to put on. I leisurely walked towards the closet door, opened it and grabbed some clothes out. I put on my dark blue, baggy jeans, and my over-sized sky blue t-shirt. I walked towards my dresser and grabbed the gel for my hair. Hey, I can't have my hair all crummy looking now, can I? I applied the gel on my hair, and combed it to fix my hair back to normal.
I looked in the mirror and hugged myself. I have to admit though; I look so incredibly adorable when I hug myself. It feels nice. Try it sometimes, it really does feel nice and comforting.
"Umm…A LITTLE HELP HERE!" It was Grandpa. I signed and ran out of my room, headed downstairs and into the kitchen. I looked at my grandpa and tried to resist the urge to laugh. He was lying down on the ground exhausted. I grabbed the grocery bags from the floor and placed them on the counter. Yami came into the kitchen and stared at my grandpa. His lips were twitching, but I could tell he could not hold it in. My yami began to laugh.
"Ya' know Grandpa, you're not young anymore," I giggled, "and stop trying to carry all the bags when you know you can't."
Yami reached for my grandpa's hand and pulled him up. I took all the things out of the grocery bags and put them away. I vaguely grabbed the last item that was in the bag and put it in the refrigerator. Wait a minute…Grandpa bought strawberries? I went back to open the refrigerator and grabbed the container of strawberries and rinsed them off. I turned around and saw Grandpa hold up a bag of Hershey's. He took off the wrappers, put the Hershey's in a bowl and placed the bowl in the microwave. I grabbed the container of strawberries and walked out of the kitchen and into the living room.
I looked down and saw my playstation 2 on the ground by the T.V. I shrugged and decided to play Rockman X5. I like playing Rockman X5, especially when it's rainy and dark outside. It's relaxing.
Now, I selected my character and as always, I picked Zero. Zero is so cool. I love the way that his blonde hair sways behind him when he runs. And I definitely love his weapon. The saber. It's so eye-catching. Zero is way better than X, in my opinion. …I wish I had Zero's weapon.
Yami gaited into the living room holding a bowl of hot, melted chocolate and sat down next to me on the floor. I paused the game, grabbed a strawberry and dipped it in the melted chocolate. Grandpa quickly passed by and yelled, "CHOCOLATE BABY!" I raised my eyebrows, looking confused. Than I replaced my confused face with an 'I'm going to soooo get you and eat your head off' look. I turned back to Yami and he raised one of his eyebrows at me, also having the confused face. I avoided his eyes for a minute, looked back and saw that his confused face was replaced by an 'I'm soooo going to tease you and you can't stop me' look.
I plopped the chocolate covered strawberry in my mouth and proceed on playing the game, trying to not look at Yami.
"Chocolate baby." Yami laughed quietly as he poked me on my cheek.
"I am not a chocolate baby." I scowled as I paused the game again, and dipped another strawberry in the chocolate, but this time getting chocolate all over my fingers. I ate the strawberry and glared at Yami.
"But you're my chocolate baby." Yami whispered, as he took my hand and gently licked my chocolate covered fingers. I 'accidentally' let out a soft moan while Yami sucked on my index finger. My cheeks feel hot. Blood was boiling in my body and I felt lightheaded. I was blushing. Stupid me. Stupid blush. Why most I blush? I hate blushing. Blushing is a sign of weakness.
Now that Yami finished cleaning my fingers, I covered my flushed face with my hands. Oh how I really hate blushing.
***
I drop the controller on the ground and signed; so frustrated with 'Mr. Baldy' that my grandpa had to beat it for me. Grandpa stood up, and did a little dance chanting 'I still got it.' How did he beat Sigma is beyond me. My grandpa is full of surprises.
Grandpa looked at his watch. "Alright Yugi, it's time to go." I frowned a bit, then nodded my head and stood up from the floor. Yami and I walked out of the house, leaving Grandpa behind to close and lock the door. We got into the car and drove away.
I lazily gazed out of the car window watching cars pass by. Trees, houses, people, cars, trucks, blah, blah, blah. These are the kind of things that runs in my head every time I'm in a car. It's a habit that won't go away.
I finally realized that the car isn't moving. We got out of the car and entered the police station. My grandpa told us he'll be back and was going to talk to some guy at the desk. I waited and looked around with Yami.
I've never seen so many policemen before. So far I counted…seven…no, wait; make that twelve policemen eating doughnuts. Two policemen were bringing in an undomesticated suspect or criminal I'm guessing, seeing that the person is not cooperating willingly. About three policemen were gathered around a skinny policeman who was reading a book out loud. But what the skinny police was saying was so made up, because I could see that he hid a porn magazine in front of the book. This reminds me of Honda. He does this in math class…that pervert.
A large man with brown curly hair and blue eyes walked up to me. I cower away and looked up at him. I had to look all the way up. He was big…and tall. He could squish me if he wanted to.
"Hello Yugi, I'm Officer Nelly Saki," he asked shaking my hand, "would you please come along with me?"
"Uh, sure." I answered.
I looked back at Yami, and then looked back at the large man. I followed him. Once we got inside the office he started asking me lots of questions. He asked me was anyone else at the train station. I told him there was a hobo…I told the officer what the hobo said to me. I'm beautiful…simply beautiful. I cringe every time I hear the hobo's word entering in my head, repeating that word over and over again. Beautiful.
Once Nelly finished talking to me, the both of us left the office. I ran towards Yami and hugged his waist while Nelly talked to my grandpa. I'm glad that I'm out of the small office having to answer questions. It made me uneasy, edgy, uncomfortable, agitated, frantic, tense…whatever you want to call it, I did not like it. My stomach was feeling weird the whole time while I was being questioned. I wanted to just jump up and run out of the office.
After my grandpa finished talking, we walked out of the police station and got inside the car. I was happy. Very happy. I'm so glad I got it over with.
Grandpa dropped us off at a burger restaurant since we only ate strawberries…with melted chocolate. Yami and I walked inside the restaurant. Yami went up to the counter to order our stuff while I pick a table for us. As I sat down, I began to noiselessly hum a song. Soon I started to stare of into space thinking about what had happened yesterday. That stupid event keeps repeating over and over again in my head. It won't go away. Why won't it go away? I'm sick of seeing it. So sick of it.
"Hey Yugi!" I jumped as someone said my name. I turned around and was met with big blue eyes staring at me. Anzu Mazaki. She sat next to me, holding her milkshake and smiled. "How are you today?"
"I-err, I'm good." I lied, putting on my fake smile. She looked at me for a minute, and then shrugged.
"Hey, have you seen the news or read the newspaper?" Anzu asked, "They found a dead body at the train station yesterday. Isn't that sad?"
I meekly nodded my head while my eyes were focused on the table.
"Well, I'm just glad it wasn't me," Anzu said nonchalantly, "see ya' later Yugi." She stood up and walked out of the restaurant. How can she say something like? Why does she seem like she's…sort of careless about it? I'll never understand that girl. Never will.
Once Yami came back to the table, we began to eat our fries and burgers while we chatted. We talked about many things and kept the dead body of topic, which made me happy. I was very happy…then I was laughable. I was laughing because Yami told me something about Bakura…something you would never expected Bakura to do. I have to talk to Ryou. This is funny. Very funny.
After we finished eating, we decided to walk around. It's better to walk around than not do anything at all, right? So…we walked around and around and act silly. Yep, we were totally bored. Jeez, and it's only Saturday. We should go see Jou. Maybe he has an idea on what we should do.
***--*** The killer's POV***--***
Perfect. Perfect, perfect, perfect. Oh yes, wonderful, magnificent, fabulous, excellent, fantastic. I'm so ecstatic. Happy, happy, joy, joy!! There's this club called 'Luscious Exotica' which is going to be packed tonight. Do you know what that means? There's going to be beautiful people. Lot's of beautiful people.
I can't wait to see them all. I want to slowly cut them and watch them scream in pain. I love it when they scream…it turns me on. Their screams…their voices…it's so lovely. Very lovely. Music to my ears.
I want to stripped their clothes off and watch them. Watch their beautiful nude bodies that are covered up in blood. Sweet, sweet red blood. I want to cut their hearts out. Yes, that's what I'll do. Cut their hearts out. I'll tie them up and watch them struggle, trying to get away, looking at me with their pleading eyes…and watch them cry. They shouldn't cry. Beautiful people shouldn't cry at all because crying will not get them anywhere. It sure as hell will not. That's what that strawberry blonde-haired girl thought.
She was crying, begging, screaming for help. But who's here to help her? No one. No one will help her. Poor little girl…poor, poor little girl. If she wasn't beautiful, she could have enjoyed her life. But it's too late for her. She's gone. She's a work of art.
I need to go now. I need get some fresh air…take a walk and think of how I want my masterpiece to turn out. Yes, I am going to have a lot of fun. Indeed I will have a fucking good time.
Oh yes, it is time to party…
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Oh…my…gawd. This took me a long time. I had this huge writer's block. Yep, I was…pretty pissed. I wanted to get to the gory and action part in this chapter…but it won't work out…it would seem rushed. And I don't want to rush a story. So not only you guys are suffering…I'm suffering too. I want to get to the gory part!! Oh, and my friend, Michael, helped me with this chapter. He gave me the name of the club and told me to write the killer's pov to end this chapter, which really helped. Umm…so…there is not action in this chapter, sorry people, I'll try harder.
Thank you for the people that reviewed my story…I was getting nervous because I thought my story wasn't going to be good and I have bad grammar…
So thank you tigerofthewind, Zatken, Ryasha, Yamis Girlfriend, Towairaito Zoon, Silent Sniper, skittyskittles, KaTyA, mistykasumi, Isis, Fallen Dragon, InsaneFuzieBunny and me! You people are awesome!
Yamis Girlfriend: Yami and Yugi together? Muwahahahaha! Never!! (joking) Yes…they are…and you want more yaoi? Anything for a reviewer. ^________^
Towairaito Zoon: Wow…my first gift from a reviewer, I feel so loved. Thank you! *hugs Yugi plushie*
skittyskittles: Hmm…Stephen King…you know…I'm not sure…when I think about it…it does remind me of Stephen King doing something like this…now look what you did. You got me thinking! I like you… ^________^
KaTyA: Don't worry; I won't kill Yugi…yet! Muwahahahahaha!
me!: I will try to update as quickly as I can. I don't want my readers to wait forever for me to update.
Okay…hopefully, chapter three will at least have action…I mean, the killer is going to the party…err…okay; you people know where this is headed, right? Anyways, please review!
