~*Murder 101*~

            "It's real nice of you to give me a ride to school Miyako."

            Miyako placed on her helmet while settling herself upon the seat of the motorcycle. Ryou got in the back of Miyako, carrying both of their bags, his arms wrapped around her waist as Miyako started the engine, speeding out of the garage. Ten minutes later, they arrived at Jounji High School a Miyako tried to fined parking in the parking lot.

            "Here's your bag Miyako." Ryou tossed her bag. Miyako caught it with one hand, smiling. The two then walked towards the entrance of the school.

            Yami and Tea were parked right by the gate of the school looking out of the window.

            "I wonder if Miyako will remember?" Yami rested his hands on the wheel.

            "Well she has to know." Tea adjusted her glasses. "How could a daughter not know her mother?"

            "I don't know. I know that Bakura will find out what Ishizu had done and he may have a reason to kill us once more."

            "I will strangle that bastard." She brushed off some of the dust of her punk outfit, which was quite similar to the one she wore back when she was in high school.

            "I'd be careful not to push him to a point that you'll feel his wrath." He then handed Tea her bag.

            "I'll try not to go that far." Tea opened the door, slowly getting out of the car. "I can't believe I'm doing this. Spying on my daughter, of all things. But I guess I can make this an exception."

            Yami nodded slightly. "Our daughter could have lived a normal life."

            Tea gave Yami a quick kiss on the cheek before closing the door, watching Yami speed off. She then entered the school building noticing some of the guys checking her out.

            "Hey," one of the boys muttered in his friend's ear. "Isn't that the uniform from Domino High?"

            "It kinda looks like it." His friend whispered back.

            Ignoring their comments, she continued making her way down the halls, looking left to right. She saw her daughter Miyako by her locker getting her books. Nervously, she made her way towards her and in a shaky voice, she called out. "Excuse me."

            Miyako looked up, her blonde hair swaying slightly. "Yes?"

            Tea noticed that the tips of her hair were colored black. So much like her father. "Could you tell me where Marukawa-sensei's class is?"

            "Absolutely," Miyako smiled. "I have him. Just go to your right down the hall and it's the fourth door to the left."

            Tea bowed in respect. "Thank you very much." She then turned and left, leaving Miyako gazing at her in wonder.

            The bell had rung as Tea stood before the door to Marukawa's class. With her hand on the doorknob, she was about to twist it open but stopped herself. The halls were completely empty.

            "Are you doubting yourself?" a dark voice called out from behind. Startled, Tea looked up only to have the sense of relief rush through her as she saw Yami.

            "I'm just having this bad feeling of what would happen once I come face to face with Bakura."

            "Try not to worry." Yami then turned and left.

            Tea breathed in deeply as she twisted the doorknob, slowly entering the class. Some of the guys whistled as she took a seat on the teacher's desk, looking over the piece of paper that portrayed the seating chart. She looked up at the class a few times. "I guess everyone is here except for Michirei. Great, let's being. Just refer to me as Anzu-sensei. I would assume Marukawa-sensei has informed you that there will be a substitute."

            "He didn't tell us it was going to be a hot chick!" one of the students yelled out, the whole class bursted out in laughter. Miyako didn't join in, as she seemed to be staring at the teacher.

            Ryou glanced up at Miyako, wondering what was wrong with her. "Hey, Miya-chan? What's wrong?"

            "Huh?" Miyako shifted her gaze towards Ryou. "It's just that teacher. She looks so familiar…as if I had known her all my life."

            "Is that so?" Ryou looked up at Anzu-sensei. She does look familiar, he thought to himself. Hey, wait a minute! That's no teacher! That's a dead bitch! His teeth gritted as he stared at Tea. Tea! I would suspect Yami has something to do with this. Oh I'm going to find out. Trying to be Miyako's personal Jesus Christ, Yami? Sending one of your benevolent angels to save and watch over her? She will be mine before you can pull that shit off. He then raised his hand. "Um…Anzu-sensei?"

            Tea stopped writing. Her hand froze in place not wanting to look up at Ryou. "Yes?"

            "If it's not too much, may I please use the restroom?"

            "Certainly," Tea continued writing down her name on the chalkboard.

            Twenty minutes passed by. Tea was explaining their work for physics when Miyako raised her hand. "Um…excuse me Anzu-sensei?"

            Tea stopped, trying to look for the seating chart. "Uh…yes…err…um…Miyako?"

            "Is it all right if I use the restroom?"

            "All right but make it quick." She then noticed Ryou still had not returned. Oh shit. She then turned to Miyako who just went out the door. Oh god, what have I done?

            Miyako got out of the last stall, washing her hands. From the mirror's reflection, she saw Michirei right behind her. Turning around, she slowly stepped back.

            "Miyako…"

            Miyako was surprised to see how tense Michirei sounded. Usually, she would start off her conversation by calling her a bitch. Today, however, she sounded like a scared child.

            "Michirei, what's wrong? I thought you were sick."

            "You're going to think this is crazy but someone has been following me."

            "Following you?"

            "Yes!" Michirei shook Miyako by her shoulders. "Everywhere I go, there seems to be someone following me. Especially today, when I arrived at school. I always see someone or have this feeling someone was watching me. I've got nowhere else to go."

            "Okay, just calm down Michirei."

            Michirei flung her arms around her, sobbing. "You've got to help me Miyako! What if he kills me?"

            "Nothing will happen to you." Miyako patted Michirei on the head. "I can promise you that." Suddenly, the lights flickered on and off before finally turning off.

            "Wha…?" Michirei looked around. "What's happening?" she noticed there were no walls or doors around. "Where are we?"

            "My children," a demonic voice chuckled, stepping out of the shadows. He carried the millennium rod in hand, his body wrapped in a black cloak. "Just call this an early grave for you both."

            "Show yourself Marik!" Miyako cried out. "What made you bring us into the shadow realm?"

            "Ah yes, the little girl who can summon the shadow realm." Marik stepped out from the shadows, smirking.

            "That's the one Miyako," Michirei cried out, pointing at Marik, scooting back. "That's him. That's the one who has been stalking me the whole week."

            "Ah," Marik slowly approached Michirei, stroking her chin. "One of Miyako's friends. I thought you were pretty enough to be my bride one day."

            Miyako grabbed Marik by the arm. "That's enough Marik. Why are you here?"

            Marik's head turned to Miyako that smirk never left his face. Miyako studied him for a moment. "Marik, you seem to have grown quite older."

            "In order for me to reborn, I would have to give a soul…any soul. I chose mine, of course, and allowed my dark side to take over. But now that you wonder why am I here, all I will tell you is that one of us will behind the shadow realm."

            Now it was Miyako's turn to smirk. "It's just too bad that it would have to be you." She cracked her knuckles.

            "Tsk, tsk." Marik shook his head. "When will you ever learn Miyako?" his millennium rod started to glow, pointing it to her. "You may have the confidence and braver your stupid Yami father had but you don't have the guts to stop me."

            "Try me Marik." Miyako's eyes burned with determination. She held her hand out, shouting, "Kya…Rokujira…Saigo!" a long chain shot out from her wrist, wrapping around his waist. Four more chains shot from the floor, shackling each of his wrists and ankles.

            Marik laughed softly. "Do you think you could bind me with your childish toys?" He muttered a spell and suddenly, the chains started to break apart one by one.

            Michirei watched in horror as Miyako and Marik faced each other standing not more than five feet apart. "Miyako, what the hell is going on?"

            Miyako's gaze turned towards Michirei. Holding two fingers together and closing her eyes, she summoned a barrier around her classmate.

            "Miyako?" Michirei pounded on the barrier. "What the hell is this? Why do you protect me when all I do is torture you about you and Ryou?"

            Miyako turned her back on her, silent for a moment as she took out the rod of Isis. "Because you have never experienced the hell I had to go through in life. Even for those who torture me, no one, especially you, must go through what I had to endure," her fingers clenched the handle of the rod. "I remember how my parents died and how lonely I have been. I was force to see death through the eye. And just as you see now, I face demons who want me dead."

            "But you knew it was me who started that rumor of you being a witch." Michirei pounded her fists on the barrier. "I was the one who made your life a living hell! I deserve to die because of it. Let me out of the barrier!"

            "As you wish!" Marik's millennium rod glowed as the barrier around Michirei disappeared.

            "Marik no!" Miyako watched Michirei tumble to the ground. Pointing her rod to Michirei, it started to glow but the light quickly died out. "What's going on?"

            "You don't know much of what the shadow realm can do. After all child, I am much powerful than you. And I know for a fact that your powers are still quite weak."

            "I know that my father is much powerful than you are. Though he doesn't seem to entice me too well."

            "Where do you suppose your father Bakura may be child?"

            "If you must know, that son of a bit is trying to posses my friend Ryou."

            Marik quirked an eyebrow, confused at this at first before he started laughing.

            Miyako was obviously ticked off. "What is so funny?"

            Marik stopped laughing, gazing at Miyako. "Nothing that would concern you," he twirled his millennium rod. "Though I do find your story rather touching."

            "Stop being a piece of shit Marik!" A ball of fire shot out from her hand. Marik managed to see this just in time and dodged it, laughing softly.

            "I see you need to work on your aim a little more child." He continued to laugh, his millennium rod glowing. "Perhaps I can show you how easy it is." A huge light shot out, nearing closer. Holding out two hands, she formed a shield of light attempting to barricade his attack. The beam continued shooting off while Miyako continued to hold it off. Suddenly, she started to feel a bit weak. Noticing this, Marik grinned as he applied a bit more force to his attack. The sound of shattering glass sounded off as he finally penetrated her barrier. The beam shot right through Miyako's body, knocking her to the ground.

            "Miyako," Michirei ran towards her. Miyako groaned a bit in pain as she stood up. "Are you okay? How in the world are we going to get out of here?"

            Miyako's eyes kept its gaze on Marik before answering her. "One of us has to die. That's the only way."

            "You're going to get this Marik asshole to stay here right?"

            Marik smirked, watching the two. "Well my little bride," he was referring to Michirei. "Why do you suddenly become friendly with the one you love to torment? Was it not you who turned everyone in school against her?"

            "I…I…I didn't mean…" Michirei started to say, tears streaked down her face.

            "Michirei!" Miyako cried out. "Don't listen to that freak. He's manipulating you! Anyone's inner pain is what he desires to keep him strong. And it's not only mortals but I as well."

            "I'm glad you took notice of that child. I do admit your intelligence is rather unusual. You seem to know more than I expected. Your fathers must be proud of you."

            "You have two dads?" Michirei glanced at Miyako.

            "Yes Miyako," Marik kept his eyes on her. "Why don't you have one of those girly-girl talks and explain to your friend how your mom was a slut sleeping with two of her friends."

            "That's enough!" Miyako's fist clenched. "My mom was never a slut. Bakura was the one who raped her on that night."

            Marik shook his head still grinning. "The key word here is 'willingly'. But enough talk. He closed his eyes as something shot out, wrapping itself around Michirei's waist.

            "Eeeewww. This feels cold and sticky." But before she or Miyako could react, the grip around her waist tightened, lifting her up in the air. Michirei screamed, her fingers clawing on the tentacle trying to break free. "Miyako, help me!"

            Miyako's eyes followed the tentacle, noticing it led straight to Marik. "Marik, end this now! This has gone too far!"

            "Shouldn't you be focusing on getting revenge on the one who made your life a living hell?" Four more tentacles shot out. Two of them wrapped around each of her wrists, one had bound her ankles while the last one wrapped around her neck.

            "The only people who made my life a living hell was you and Bakura."

            "Aw, poor thing. Putting the blame on us so suddenly? Maybe you should blame your dead mother and tell her to think twice before sleeping with someone pure evil next time." As soon as he said this, another tentacle shot out, wrapping Miyako's ankles, lifting her upside down in the air. "Now child, I'll be nice enough to let you watch first hand on what I'm going to do to you next."

            "Kiara…Jozoru…" Miyako weakly called out, still injured from Marik's attack earlier.

            Marik glared at Miyako. "It seems that I have to keep that mouth of yours shut little girl." Closing his eyes, two more tentacles shout out. One bonded her wrists together while another shoved inside her mouth, traveling down her throat. "Mind tricks or not, most of your magic isn't effective in the shadow realm for you see, I rule this place." He then turned his gaze back to Michirei. "It's sad indeed that you have to die like this. But who can resist?"

            "Please…" Michirei cried out, struggling to break free. "Just leave us alone. If this is about how I treat Miyako, I'll be nicer to her. I promise."

            "Unfortunately, I'm in no position to consider that. I am no father to this child after all."

            Miyako squirmed through the bondage Marik had placed her in. She tried biting through one of the tentacles but surprisingly, instead of screaming in pain and dropping her, a strange sound escaped his lips. A sound that made Miyako realize he was actually enjoying it.

            "Ah, my child. I thought you would be too young to understand this but Death made me come back in a different form. I have my powers, yes, but," he chuckled softly, "He turned me into an incubus."

            "Incubus?" Michirei looked down at Marik. "Aren't they the creatures who have sex to regain their energy?"

            "I'm surprised to see you know that. But I'm an exception. Mortal or immortal, their pleasure and inner pain is what gives me the strength to keep alive. It's just too bad that you would never experience it." Closing his eyes, he sent a shockwave through the tentacles. Miyako's eyes widened, noticing that there was a blade traveling along with the pressure. Before she could even scream, it finally reached Michirei's neck, slicing her head off. Her head fell from her neck and onto the floor, much to Miyako's horror. Soon the tentacles released its grip on Miyako, causing her to fall to the ground. The body, or what's left of Michirei fell to the floor.

            Instantly, Miyako ran towards Michirei's headless body, kneeling beside it, sobbing. Noticing her head, she reached for it, holding it against her chest, crying even harder. "Michirei!"

            "Miyako…" a soft voice called out. Miyako looked up seeing a holographic image of Michirei behind her. "What's going on?" she made her way towards her seeing the headless body, then at the very familiar head Miyako held. "Oh god…that can't be. I can't be dead."

            "Michirei," Miyako whispered. "I'm truly sorr. I'm sorry that I didn't keep my promise to protect you." Tears continued to stream down her face as she spoke.

            "When they say goodbyes aren't forever," Marik's rod started to glow. "That's all bullshit. So start saying goodbye." A dark portal slowly opened underneath Michirei as she started to fall. Thinking fast, Miyako grabbed Michirei's wrist, surprised that it felt real.

            "Damn you child." Marik glared at the two.

            With two hands, Miyako gripped onto Michirei's wrist tighter. "Even if you did treat me badly, your soul doesn't deserve to embrace the darkness. No soul should have to face that. With an exception to that stupid Marik of course."

            "Let the bitch go!" Marik made his way behind Miyako, grabbing her by the waist, trying to pull her away.

            "No!" Miyako's grip on Michirei's wrist became tighter.

            "Hey Miyako?" Michirei called out. "If you know these dark arts, do you think you can close this hole up?"

            "I…I can't. This darkness, this portal…this is all Marik's power!"

            "Let the bitch go Miyako!" he pressed her body against his chest, pulling her. Finally, he managed to jerk her away, causing her to release her grip on Michirei, her soul falling into the darkness.

            "Michirei!" Miyako screamed, watching Michirei's soul shroud in the darkness, the portal disappearing as well as the shadow realm, finding herself back in the bathroom. She felt Marik's body pressing on her back. He sat on her, looking at the disfigured body of Michirei and the heavy pool of blood surrounding her. Looking down at Miyako, who seemed to be worn out and weak, his fingers brushed the locks of hair covering her face.

            "Poor Miyako." He continued pressing his weight on her back. "Pity. Why do you stoop yourself to the level of mortals? Your fate is much different from them." He leaned forward, kissing her on the forehead before getting up. "I suggest you stop meddling with the mortals. Nine months from now, things will never be the same again." He then turned around.

            "Marik wait!" Miyako slowly got up.

Marik stopped in his tracks, glancing up at Miyako. "What is it?"

"What do you mean that things will never be the same again in nine months?"

            Marik's lips curled into a grin before disappearing into the shadows. "I wouldn't be so caught up with it just yet child."

            Miyako then sat back on the floor, gazing at Michirei's body, pulling it onto her lap, sobbing softly, not caring of the blood that smeared on her uniform.

            "Okay, so does that explain the law of momentum?" Tea had finished writing the formula on the board.

            "Oh Anzu-sensei," one of the guys called out in a dreamy voice. "You make physics seem so easy."

            "Ho boy." Tea groaned. "Okay, just take out your books and turned to page…" suddenly, another teacher came in, whispering something into Tea's ear. Tea's eyes widened before she nodded. "Oh god. All right…" she grabbed her bag.

            "Anzu-sensei," one of the students raised her hand. "What's going on?"

            "Everyone has to leave the school," Tea replied in a shaky voice. "Someone has found Michirei in the bathroom. She…she has been murdered."

            "What?" everyone started muttering, horrified at what was said.

            "Everyone leave." Tea pointed to the door as students started crowding the entrance. "Ryou, I have to see you."

            Ryou smiled, leaving his bag on his desk, making his way towards the front. Tea looked out the door, checking to see if everyone is gone. She then noticed the room turning into darkness, her hand still remained on the doorknob.

            "You know, I had a feeling you were going to do that Bakura."

            Bakura laughed softly, sitting on the teacher's desk. "I do admire your outfit Tea. It has been a long while, no?"

            "What are you up to Bakura?" Tea faced him. "You know I don't like you whether you're sane or not. But then again, you were never sane now were you. You never changed Bakura," she approached him with caution. "You're still the same as how you were the whole time. A crazed maniac."

            "I'm afraid you can't stop me when it comes to the child," he grabbed her by the collar of her shirt, pulling her to his lap. "After all, I am her other father."

            "We're not married," Tea squirmed to get off his lap. "I belong to Yami. I love him more than…"

            Bakura placed a finger on her lips, cutting her off. "I see it in your eyes Tea. This has haunted you for a long time even after you married Yami. You still can't choose one over the other."

            "That's a lie!" Tea couldn't believe what Bakura was saying. "How dare you say that? I don't love you at all! Why don't you go back to playing your games with Miyako because she will realize who her lover really is. And when she does, I hope to the man upstairs that she'll kick your ass."

            His eyes bored into Tea's. To Tea, it seemed to hypnotize her. With his hand, he pushed Tea off his lap. He then took a seat on the chair, taking out what seems to be a scale, setting it on the table. "I will assume you have seen this before."

            Tea's eyes widened as she watched Bakura setting a feather on one side of the scale and a bag of marbles on the other. "It…It's that Egyptian lie detector thing-a-ma-jig."

            "Oh yes." Bakura laughed softly. "A little game of 'Truth or Hell' m'dear. I'm just going to ask questions. Shall you be dishonest…" his voice trailed off.

            "I have to get out of here." Tea backed up to the door, trying to open it but it didn't budge.

            Bakura watched the scale. "You'll realize that the door will only open from the outside. Now, why don't you make your way towards here so we can begin our game."

            Tea stomped her way to the desk, pounding her fist as hard as she could onto the hard, wooden oak desk. "Stop getting on my nerves you freak. I know you manipulated Miyako. She doesn't seem to remember her parents."

            "Shouldn't you be happy that she still remembers her childhood?" Bakura grinned.

            "Fuck off!" Tea slapped Bakura. Strangely, he didn't flinch.

            "Fine, let us begin our game. Do you love Yami and only him?"

            "Of course I do." Nothing happened at first. Then suddenly, the feather started to go down while the scale that held the marbles went up. "No way! Your stupid lie detector is broken."

            "The ancient legends never lie. It seems that you have another lover in mind. But of course, Miyako will never know."

            "What have you done to my…" Tea cleared her throat. "Our daughter?" she corrected herself.

            "That's more like it." Bakura smiled, placing the scale away, sitting on the desk. "See Tea, things would have been easier back then if only you hadn't fought against me." He then leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers.

            "I advise you Yami," Shadi wheeled the stretcher along beside him. "Don't get involve with this murder case."

            "I'm not actually getting involved." Yami adjusted his black jacket as they saw a group of kids crowded around the bathroom. Some were crying. Yami entered the bathroom, horrified to see a beheaded student along with Miyako on the floor. Yami took a few pictures of the body before kneeling before his daughter. Shadi came in with a body bag. Gently, he lifted the headless body into the bag before placing the head inside.

            "All right Miyako," Yami placed his hand on her shoulder. "What do you suppose happened?"

            "Huh?" Miyako looked up at Yami. "Detective, how did you know my name?"

            "Huh?" Yami looked at her strangely, wondering why Miyako didn't remember her own father. Then it hit him. Bakura, that stupid, fucking bastard. He must've blocked her memories. And it's not only me, it could be Tea as well.

            "You do look familiar though." She then groaned, holding her forehead. "Damn it, why can't I remember?"

            "What's wrong?"

            "You remind me of someone I once knew."      

            Yami nodded, holding her close for a moment before noticing that she had fainted. "Shadi."

            "Yeah?" Shadi stepped in.

            Yami gave Miyako to Shadi. "There should be some health room around here. Take her there." Shadi nodded, draping Miyako over his shoulder.

            "Oh, and Shadi."

            Shadi stopped, turning towards Yami. "Yes?"

            "Lay off her soul for now." He then stood up, making his way down the halls to Miyako's class. Opening the door, he was shocked to find Tea kissing up Bakura. And this time, she wasn't being raped. She was going along willingly. Switching on the lights, the two looked up seeing Yami.

            "Yami?" Tea was shocked.

            "Tea?" Yami was equally hurt.

Bakura smirked, jumping off the desk. "See what happens when love can remain undecided." He then made his way to the back of the room.

            "Don't you fucking dare run from me Bakura!" Yami went after him.

            Bakura laughed softly as he slowly vanished. "I will be back…friend."

            Yami clenched his fist. "Bastard!" he then turned to Tea. Grabbing her, he slammed her into the wall. "Tea! Mind telling me what's going on?"

            "Yami, I can't take it anymore. This whole thing…me, you and Bakura. I feel like I'm being torn up." Tea was close to tears.

            "Anzu-sensei?"

            Tea and Yami looked down, seeing Miyako with Shadi behind her. Shadi entered the classroom, making his way towards her desk.

            "Miyako." Tea looked down at her.

            "Anzu-sensei? What's going on?" she then turned to Yami. "Detective, what are you doing to her?"

            Before any of them could answer, Shadi handed Miyako her bag, escorting her out of the classroom before locking the door, staring at the two.

            "Bitch!" Yami slapped her.

            "Yami that's enough." Shadi just stood there, watching the two. "You two should worry of your own problems later. The main reason I brought you two back to life was not because Ishizu asked me to but because of your daughter. You're daughter, as far as I know, is in grave danger. Her love for Bakura's disguise has gotten stronger and thanks to him, her memories of you two are slowly fading."

            "That explains why she couldn't recognize me." Tea leaned against the wall.

            "I suggest you two have to make your love for each other and your daughter stronger or grow with hate and watch your daughter slowly go through hell once more. Your friend is pitting you through a test hoping to break you two apart." He turned around, slowly vanishing. "It's your choice."

~*To be continued…sorry it's long. ^_^*~