YM: I am alive, contrary to popular belief. ^_^!

Yami: You won't be if you keep giving my aibou nightmares……

YM: O_O!

EC: ::rolls eyes::

Yuugi: ::sniffles:: Yami…don't you love me anymore?! ::starts crying::

Yami: ::huggles Yuugi and glares at YM::

YM: O_O!! Dun hurt me!! ::runs and hides::

EC: -_-' YM doesn't own Yu-gi-oh, no matter how much she wants to or tries to tell you she does.

YM: Sure, add insult to injury why don't you? ::pouts::

EC: -_-' Just start writing.

YM: ::sighs defeatedly:: Alright.

Chapter 5:

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These victims…they sounded familiar for some reason…it was like the memory was there, hazy, and he could almost see it, but it was taunting him, not letting him really see it…Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he decided to dwell on it later and focus on keeping an eye out for his aibou………

//

~oO@Yami's POV@Oo~

The next day, Thursday, Yuugi was still supposed to show the new girl, Rofaic, I believe, around, but she didn't' seem to need any help. She almost completely ignored my aibou, except once, when they were going to science. This was the only time she afforded him any acknowledgement, and the only thing she did then was glare so fiercely that I was startled, to say the least. Needless to say, Yuugi refused to go near her for the rest of the morning.

But you see, I had a slight problem with this. The problem was, Yuugi completely bombed the math test he took on Tuesday. He had gotten it back today with a large 64% marked in red ink on the top. Yuugi is a smart person, and I didn't like the prospect of him failing a test. The teacher seemed to know that Yuugi really never did this poorly on tests though, because she said she'd let him retake it on Monday. And, this Rofaic girl, she seemed to have no problem with it. So, I decided to propose an idea to my aibou.

//Aibou?//

/Yes Yami?/

//Do you know ho you, uh, didn't do so well on your math test?//

/Yes……why Yami?//

//Well, that girl, uh, Rofaic, seems to have no problem with the math that you have trouble with, so, maybe you could ask her to help you with it.//

Just then, Yuugi started to choke on his sandwich.

//Aibou?! Aibou, are you alright?!//

/Y-yes Yami. I'm fine. But, why should I ask Rofaic for help? I could ask the sensei……or I could look in my text book./

//You need someone to show you how to do it. I know how you learn aibou; and do you really want to spend more time than you have to with that teacher?//

/*cringe* I see your point Yami…But…I really don't feel comfortable around Rofaic. She…scares me, and I probably wouldn't be able to concentrate on the math./

//Well aibou, I can stay out while you learn the math from your soul room.//

/No! No, that alright Yami. I'll… I'll ask her about it in guidance/support./

//Alright.//

I wonder why he was so quick to say no to me being out when Rofaic was there? Oh well. At least he's getting help…

~2 Periods Later in Yuugi's POV~

I wrung my hands nervously. I really didn't' want to approach Rofaic for help, but…I promised Yami I would, so…

I walked up to her slowly; the sensei didn't mind if we got up as long we weren't loud. She had her jacket off, it was June, and it was hot, and her violet hair stuck to her with sweat.

"Uh, Dragonis-san?" I whispered. My throat was really dry, so it only came out as a whisper. "Dragonis-san?" I said, a little louder this time. Again, she didn't acknowledge me. Either she didn't hear me, or she was ignoring me. I was pretty sure it was the latter, but I steeled what little reserve I had left, and reached out, tapping her on the shoulder lightly.

She really must not have heard me, because she gasped and grabbed her left shoulder, the one I had touched, with her right hand, and I could have sworn I heard her whisper, 'kuso, itai!' She turned to look at me, and I almost gasped. Her bangs hung in her face and stuck to her forehead, and something that looked akin to an infected gash ran down her cheek, revealed by her hair, which had been pulled off of her shoulders and away from her face to keep the heat conservation down to a minimum. You know, it's strange; she pulls her hair up off of her shoulders to be cooler, but she didn't take off her black jacket… Anyway, when she released her shoulder, she laid her head on her right hand and looked at me through tired eyes, saying,

"Oh. Konichiwa Motou-san. How can I help you?" She sounded tired. She sounded like she was about to fall off of her chair and land on the floor already asleep. And she wasn't at all hostile to me, which was a first.

"Uh, Dragonis-san? I was wondering if you would be willing to tutor me in math for a while." I said quietly. She promptly replied,

"Huh? Oh, sure. Do you want to come to my house, or do you want me at yours?" I look at her in shock for a few seconds before saying,

"Well, I er…uh…ano…well, grandpa's out of town, and I'm not allowed to have anyone over, so-" but before I could finish she lazily cut me off, saying,

"Alright, you can come to my house." She pulled out a small leather bound book from her jacket pocket and opened it, revealing it's purpose; an agenda planner. Flipping to this week, she pulled a metallic red gel pen from the binding of the book and scanned the days with the tip. The only 2 things listed in red ink that were in the book were "dad" and a time and "Roceaa" and a time. Coming to Saturday, Yuugi read in her neat handwriting "Dad: 12 am to 12 pm" and "Roceaa: 7 am to 10 pm".

"Sate [1]…how about Saturday at 1:00? Wakarimashita ka [2]?" she said, uncapping the pen. I nodded after thinking for a second and realizing that Anzu had to wrok, Honda was going to visit relatives this weekend, and Bakura was still going to be in England. I didn't know about Jou, but I decided that math for once was more important.

"Wakarimashita." I replied weakly. She wrote down on Saturday "Yuugi Motou: 1:00 pm to ?". Then, she took another sheet of paper and wrote something down quickly in her more than neat handwriting. Handing it to him, she said,

"This is my address. It's down on the other side of town; you know where?" I looked at the address and realized that it was on the street next to Jou's. I'd have no problem finding it.

"Yes, I know where this street is. My friend Jou lives on Tori Street [3], right next to it." I replied, folding up the paper and putting it into my pocket. "I'll see you Saturday then?" Rofaic glanced at me before replying,

"Yeah. Saturday. Bring the stuff you need help on, and I'll see what I can do." And with that, she took out a book entitled The Mists of Avalon [4] and started to read…………

~Friday Morning~

"And more on that this evening. Now, for a late breaking story, doctors have discovered what appear to be puncture marks in the necks of the hunters' victims. They believe this is how the blood was taken from the bodies, because the limited amount of blood that is left seems to be flowing up to the décolletage. This just in, the 11th and 12th victims were found this morning near Tori Street, just across from the warehouse. No other news has been presented. If you have any information about these murders, please call 1-800-826-7437 [5]. All calls are confidential, and all any information that helps in the capture of this murderer will be rewarded. Now, onto the news." said the reporter. Yuugi flipped off the TV and sat down on the couch, thinking about the angel-like girl that had saved him on Monday. He still didn't know what to make of her.

It could not have been Rofaic; that much he was sure of, as she had been the one that was about to run him over. But, wait. Who was "Roceaa"? He remembered seeing that name printed in her agenda book along with "Dad", so he assumed that yes, it was a relative. But, what did she look like? Hmmmmmm. Deciding to find out, he stretched, wincing as his back popped, and then he stood, reaching the kitchen and buttering his toast that had just recently popped up. Pouring a glass of orange juice for himself, he turned and finished his breakfast at for once a slow pace; a dream had woken him up about an hour early, and he had half of that amount of time to burn.

"Yuugi?" said a voice from behind him. Turning, I saw that it was indeed my yami. Smiling, I swallowed the rest of the glass of orange juice and said,

"Yes Yami??" Walking up to Yuugi, he said nothing. He simply wrapped his little light in his arms and held him. Yuugi was confused, and he asked,

"Yami? What-"

"Aibou, I don't know what you dream about, and I won't ask you, but……always remember that I love you, no matter what anyone tells you." For a second, Yuugi thought Yami had found out, and he didn't want to seem weak to his yami, so this thought upset him. But, he realized that Yami had no idea what he had been dreaming of, as he had said so, but he was probably thinking about that morning……

Yuugi was in a black room, simply standing there this time. It was strange. Almost as if there was no nightmare this time. Then, he heard a soft sound. Someone crying gently. He was sure of it. Looking around, he noticed a person sitting about 15 yards away from him. Walking closer, he gasped and sprinted the rest of the way. It was the one who had saved him from Rofaic's motorcycle! Crouching down to her level, he took in her position and instantly felt pity for her. Her lavender wings were drapped around her shoulders gently, and she cried into her knees, which were pulled to her chest tightly. Her violet hair, which was escaping from the knot in the back of her head, covered her face so that Yuugi couldn't see it. Reaching out, Yuugi brushed a hand on her shoulder gently and said,

"What's the matter?" This girl, obviously scared out of her wits, jumped up and back, trying to fly away by spreading her wings. Unfortunately, she almost immediately fell from the air, letting out a more or less strangled yelp of pain. Jumping up from his spot, he walked over to the cowering girl and just barely heard her whisper,

"Please. D-don't hurt me anymore." Leaning down to her trembling form, Yuugi gasped at what he saw. Her left arm was burned and full of still wet blood, while her right was practically black from frostbite. That one had many scars on it and was painted only slightly with a sheen of blood that looked like it was already frozen, like a coating of red frost. Her face was unmarred, but from what Yuugi could see, the rest of her body made up for that. All of the skin that was visible to him was either turning black with frostbite or was cherry red from a possibly 3rd degree burn. It made him absolutely sick.

"What happened to you?" he asked gently, kneeling 2 feet away from her so that she might see that he wasn't going to hurt her. She gently opened a long-lashed eye and took in what she could of the boy sitting next to her. Yuugi looked innocently into that one lavendar, almost silver colored eye that was locked on his face.

"T-tenshi?…iie…Yuugi! What are you doing here!!?? Y-you have to l-leave! Before she comes back!" she said urgently. Her voice was light and soft, but it held a note of urgency and fear to it that made Yuugi worry a little.

"Why? Who are you?? And, how do you know me?" he asked her. She struggled to sit up, doing so with a little support from Yuugi and said,

"Not now. I-I don't know how you got here…but…you can't stay. If she finds you here, she'll kill both of us." Yuugi asked,

"Why? Why is she doing this? Who is doing this?" she shook her head and said,

"No. I-I can't tell you. She'd…she'd seek you out then. She would find out…somehow…Gomen nasai." then, someone behind them laughed sinisterly and the small angel-like girl gasped gently. Turning, Yuugi saw that it was the girl that had invaded his dreams for what now seemed like years, whereas it was only two weeks at most. She smiled evilly, and although he couldn't see any of her features, he knew that she was enjoying this small one's plight. He wanted to help her, and had every intention of doing so, but as he was about to stand and speak to her, he realized that the small angel was chanting in a different languge, and just as he turned to ask her what she was doing, a violet light enveloped him, and he was tossed out of that reality and into a different one………

"So, she tried to save you from me, did she? She'll pay for it later. Would you like to help me teach her a lesson love?" said a voice. It was talking to his Yami, as he turned around to see. Yami simply hugged her more tightly.

Smirking, he said, "Well yuugi, it seems that you just won't face reality. I am no longer your yami, weather you want to believe it or not. If I were you, I'd make it easier on myself and simply let bygones be bygones. It'll save you a lot of grief. Then again, you always were stubborn. And weak. That's what I hated about you. You were always to weak to fend for yourself; you always looked to me for help. Well, I'm sick of getting you out of scrapes Yuugi. I hate you." and with that, both disappeared………

Yuugi had woken up screaming……

School was most basically back to normal. Rofaic and I were on a you don't cross me, I won't intimidate you kind of basis. Everything was alright until after school, when he heard on the news about the 11th and 12th victims earlier that day. He was reminded of the burns and frost bite on the little angle's arms. Was she in contact with the killer or killers? He wanted to know. He also wanted to know who the little tenshi [6] was and who the akurei [7] who still insisted that Yami hated him was………

~Saturday afternoon; 12:57 pm~

Walking tiredly in the direction of Rofaic's house, Yuugi was reminded that the most recent murders were all near Tori street as he saw his best friend's street sign. Omitting the corner, her turned the next corner, thinking to himself, but that was only at night time, right? Right. Walking even more quickly, almost at a jog, he made it to 44 Ja'aku street [8], which was Rofaic's address.

Reaching the front yard, he stared at the house. It had to be the most dilapidated shack in the entire city. There was only one shudder on all of the 5 completely boarded up windows on the front of the house, and that was falling off by one hinge.

The dark blue paint was chipping and weather-worn, and in dire need of simply an entirely new coat of paint. Shingles were missing, and the front screen door was falling off at it's hinges. The door behind that looked like nothing more than a piece of old plywood with a small plastic handle to one side. The entire house seemed to slouch down, as if ready to topple over any second.

Cautiously, Yuugi went through the gate of what was left of a rotting wooden picket fence, which wasn't a whole lot. Even the gate was only half there. Walking up the creaking steps quickly, for fear that they would collapse under the sudden pressure, he glanced at his watch. 12:59. Well, here goes nothing as he goes to knock on the door……

TBC……

YM: How was that?

EC: Tell her the truth……she can take it…

Yami: It was terrible.

YM: ;_; YOU'RE SO MEAN!!! ::starts sobbing hysterically::

EC: -_-' It's the truth. You're the one that hates lies.

YM: But…but…but…but…WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! ::cries more::

Yuugi: O_O!! The room's filling up……help Yami!!

Yami: ::whacks YM on the head, knocking her out and stopping the tears::

Yuugi: YAMI!!! O_O!!

Yami: What?

Yuugi: Now who's gonna write a happy ending?!

Yami: Uh…………-_-'

EC: -_-' Review while we try to wake up sleepy ugly……-_-'