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Author's Notes: I love Adam Brody.
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Seto opened the door, and as soon as he stepped outside and into the back yard, he caught the middle of somebody's conversation.
"I knew Sara," the speaker was a teenage boy with blonde hair, a bandana.. he was wearing black sunglasses. Thinking quickly, Seto remembered his name, Keith, and the one he was speaking to - with the insane spiked hair - was Ishtar. Closing the door behind him, Seto stopped and listened: "I mean, she was a little intense, but she wasn't crazy."
Ishtar shrugged, "They don't put you in booties and a straightjacket if you're just freaked out. Something scared the shit out of her." he made a bit of a disgusted face, and lifted a cigarette to his lips.
Seto approached the two, ".. Hey." he reached into his suit jacket, and withdrew a pack of smokes, "So, who's in the mental hospital?"
Keith paused for a moment before answering, "Sara..," he trailed off, before quickly adding, "Blade's friend."
"Oh, right. She was the one who was--"
"There," Ishtar interrupted, "when it happened."
Retrieving a cigarette and returning the pack to his pocket, Seto fixed his jacket a bit, "So, what do you think they were doing up there?" Ishtar just raised an eyebrow and laughed. Lifting his smoke to his lips again. Seto took it before he could take another drag. "Oh, thanks." he smirked, and lit his own cigarette with Ishtar's before returning it. "So, do you think maybe he was into--"
"It's not about that."
This new voice was so sudden that Seto almost flinched. He frowned, and glanced in the direction it came from-- another teen sitting on the nearby table.
"It's about the tape."
Ishtar scowled, and shook his head, "Honda, don't even.."
Seto got there before Ishar could: "What tape?"
Honda gave a bit of a twisted grin, and replied, "The one that kills you when you watch it."
Ishtar just shook his head again, "Oh, please.."
Seto eyed Ishtar, amused, before looking back to Honda, "What was on the tape?"
He just shrugged, and shook his head slightly, "I haven't seen it, obviously."
"But Blade told you he saw this tape?"
"Not Blade!" Keith suddenly intervened, "I heard it from his girlf--" he stopped when Ishtar suddenly glared at him.
Raising an eyebrow, Seto waved his hand in the air as if to tell Keith he should continue, "You heard it from who?"
Ishtar frowned, and sighed slightly, but Keith answered anyway, "He was dating this girl, Jade. She goes to Revere. It was kind of a secret."
Seto gave Honda a quick glance, ignoring how hurt the teen suddenly appeared to be.
"Kind of?" Ishtar sounded indignant.
Returning his attention to Keith and Ishtar, Seto asked, "Where is she-- Jade? Is she here?"
"Jade is dead," stated Honda, sounding depressed.
Seto raised an eyebrow, "What?" he frowned, "What happened?"
"Supposedly..," Honda gave a bit of a paranoid look around, before staring directly at Seto, "she killed herself." he paused, "the same night that Blade died."
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Mokuba wandered somewhat aimlessly around his sister's house, waiting for Seto to come and find him. Sighing, he looked around a bit, and noticed he was standing right by the staircase. Staring up the stairs, he moved forward to stand infront of the first step, suddenly looking somewhat scared; curious. He flinched, and had a quick vision of a set of legs running up these very stairs-- Blade. Mokuba stood there for another moment, before taking the first step and making his way up.
When he got to the top stair, he paused and stared down the hallway, frowning before making his way forward and to where he knew Blade's room was. He stopped again when he got to the closed door, and stared down at the floor. Everywhere he was standing was completely smooth, and the hardwood floor was undisturbed. But where Blade's room started, and for a bit of a semi-circle outward everything was burnt and black. He reached forward and opened the door, slowly entering Blade's room and looking around quietly.
Blade's room was a bit of a typical teenage boy's room. There were posters plastered everywhere along the blue/gray walls, varying from bands to girls, to just things he thought looked cool. His desk was directly across the room when standing in the doorway, and there was a tv and computer propped up on it. Against the wall beside it was his dresser, and right beside the door was his bed. The closet was off to the other side of the room..
Mokuba walked slowly across the room, warily, almost, and positioned himself to stand directly infront of the television. It was exactly eye-level for him, and he just stared quietly at it for a while. Something seemed to move and flicker across the screen, and he spun around to look behind him. There was nothing there. He turned back to the tv, slowly, and stared at the screen once more.
The darkened room suddenly lit up as the light turned on.
"Mokuba.. what are you doing in here?" it was Seto. Mokuba hadn't even heard him come in; he ignored him for the time being, and continued to vacantly gaze at the television screen. "Come on. We shouldn't be in his room," Seto grabbed Mokuba's wrist.
"It's not his room anymore.." whispered Mokuba, giving his older brother a small glance before pulling his arm away and turning to leave.
Seto sighed, and watched silently as Mokuba left the room. He shook his head, and looked over the contents scattered across what was once Blade's desk, stopping momentarily to smile slightly at a picture of Blade and Mokuba-- Mokuba was grinning like an idiot, and Blade had him in a headlock. Still smiling, Seto examined Blade's desk again. Stopping once more on a binder that had a load of random words and pictures of Blade's friends across the cover of it. Seto opened the binder slowly, and frowned at the contents within.
Slowly making his way through pictures of people, all cut from magazines, with long scratches blocking out their faces, he shook his head again. Taking a closer look at the binder, he noticed something tucked away into one of the pockets and retrieved it.
Next Day Premium Photo Processing.
It was a receipt.
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Seto exited the photo shop, flinching slightly at the loud rumbling from the skytrain above. He started to shift through the pictures he had just picked up, and grinned a bit.
They were so.. normal-- pictures of Blade with one arm thrown neatly across the shoulders of who Seto could only assume was his girlfriend Jade, and pictures of him and his friends doing outrageously stupid things. But there was a bit of an odd thing about them, they were all out in the forest, or infront of this one cabin(a cabin with a number twelve marked on the side of it). Seto continued to sift through the pictures until he came across one of Blade standing near a sign reading Shelter Mountain Inn. He sighed, and continued to look through the pictures; laughing quietly at a few of them. He stopped when he got to the last one, though. Stopped grinning; chuckling, and stopped walking completely. He lifted the picture closer to his face, and frowned.
It was Blade, Jade, and two other friends. They were standing infront of that cabin twelve again, but their faces were all distorted. And only their faces. The best way to describe it was what a person's face would look like if you were looking at it through water, or some kind of surface like that.
Disturbing..
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Jade Turnandot. Seto eyed the newspaper article somewhat wearily, and shook his head.
Back Bay teen dies in high-rise fall: SEATTLE - A Revere high school senior fell to her death from the seventh-floor of a downtown apartment building late yesterday, police said. Jade Turnandot, seventeen, suffered massive head injuries from the 10 p.m. fall from the balcony of her apartment in--
"Ten p.m.." Seto shoved that particular newspaper to the back of his livingroom table, and pulled out another.
Two Revere High School seniors were killed when their car veered off Interstate 5 and crashed into a tree.
Seto shook his head, and his blue eyes scanned the paper quickly, searching for what he didn't exactly know if he wanted to find. But he found it there anyway.
"Ten p.m."
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"Time of death, Weevil, that's all I want to know. The name's Blade Seidel. Pull the report and read the time," Seto sat at his desk, speaking calmly into his phone and completely unaware of the person sneaking up on him, "No, that's okay.. I'll hold."
"'Punctilious prick'?" great. Rex. That annoying, rasping voice gave it away immediately.
Smirking, Seto turned in his chair to face Rex, and leaned back slightly, "Nice alliteration, eh?"
He scowled, and fiddled with the red pencil he held in one of his hands, "You're fired."
"No," Seto grinned, "I'm not."
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not," Seto repeated, annoyed, "I'm working on too good a story."
Rex hesitated, before asking, "What is it?"
Seto ignored Rex, and spoke into the phone again, "Yeah, I'm still here." Rex fidgeted beside him, and Seto glanced back, glaring and waving him off. "Okay. So what's the time of death?" He waited a moment, and frowned.
Picking up a pen, he went to write something down on a nearby notepad that already had 'Scott Conroy, Stacey Miller, Jade Turnandot - 10 pm. Blade?' he sighed, and added, '10 p.m.' Putting the pen down, he shifted through the pictures again, stopping on the one with Blade and that sign.
Shelter Mountain Inn..
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