Part Five: The Evidence

They dragged Seto's body back to the Study, Joey saying, "Alright, corpses on the sofa." Then, when they had both bodies on the couch, Joey turned to them all and said, "Okay, so what do we do now?"

"We still have all these weapons laying around," Yami said, gathering the deadly implements up, "I say we take them all and put them in this cupboard, and lock it up." Everyone agreed. Yami shoved the objects into the cabinet, locked it, and started to put the key in his jacket pocket.

"Hold it, sweet cheeks," Mai said, "What are you doing with that key?"

"I'm putting it in my pocket," Yami said matter-of-factly.

"Why?" Demanded Miroku.

"Because if I've got it, I'm safe," Yami said.

"But we won't know if WE are!" Kagome cried.

"What do you mean?" Yami asked, backing into the cabinet.

"What if you're the murderer!" Kagome started crying again.

"But I'm not!" Yami insisted.

"What if you are, man?" Joey asked, grabbing him by the collar.

"Wait, I know!" Yami said, getting out of Joey's grasp, and holding the key aloft. "We'll throw it away!"

"Good idea!" the rest of them yelled as they made a be-line for the front door. And just as Yami yanked it back, his arm raised to throw the key into the night - !

"Uh, excuse me?" said the anonymous motorist at the door. "What they heck is going on here?"

Everyone froze, and Yami slowly lowered his arm, and put the key back in his pocket. He coughed, and said, "Sorry, how may we help you?"

"My car broke down out on the road," the motorist, with black hair and a blue headband said, "And I was wondering if I could use the phone.

"Certainly," Yami said, as he and the others backed up, their faces all smiling a little too much. "Jut step into the lounge," he said, pointing to the room just off the side of the front door.

"So… where is it?" the motorist asked as he stepped into the lounge.

"What, the body?" Yami asked nervously.

"Body? What body?" the motorist asked.

"Oh, there's no body… No body on the line right now," Yami said, recovering, "So, stay on it as long as you like!" Yami backed out of the room, and slowly shut the doors, leaving the motorist looking at the closed doors, leaving him with the nagging theory of overwhelming fear.

Outside, Yami was the locking the door, and slipped the key in his pocket.

"Well?" Joey said, sneaking up behind him.

"Well what?" Yami replied, recovering from fright Joey had given him.

"Where's the Key?" Joey demanded.

"In my pocket," Yami said.

"Not that Key!" Miroku said, "the key to the cupboard."

"You still wish me to throw it away?" Yami asked them all.

"YES!!!" They all shouted in unison. Yami took one of the keys in his pocket, opened the front door, and threw it into the dark night.

Later, they all went into the Library for a drink. And Joey, sipping some Scotch, asked Yami, "Alright, bud, give it to me straight: Do you know if there's anyone else in this house?"

"No," Yami said.

"So might be someone else here," Joey said.

"Oh, sorry, I meant no meaning yes." Yami said.

"No meaning yes?" Joey asked, getting steamed, "What kind of answer's that? I just wanna know you know if there's anyone else here?"

"No."

"No there is, or no thee isn't?" Joey asked, his face going red.

"What was the question?" Yami asked, getting flustered.

"Is there anyone in the house?!?!" Joey screamed.

"NO!!!" everyone yelled at him.

"That's what he says, but does he know for sure? I say we solve this in military fashion: We split up and search the house from top to bottom!"

"Split up!?!" Kagome cried.

"That's right, we'll draw straws and get in pairs."

"But supposing one of us is the murderer," Miroku said, "Whoever gets paired with the killer might get killed!"

"The we'll have discovered who the murderer is," Joey replied.

"But the other half of the pair'll be dead!" Kagome said, getting hysterical.

"Allow me," Bakura said, drawing his hand to slap her. Kagome grabbed his hand and said, "Watch it, fruitcake!"

"This is war, Kagome!" Joey told her, "Casualties are inevitable. You can't make an omelet without cracking some eggs… And some hot fudge and ham, and mushrooms and jalapenjo peppers and marshmallows and walnuts and some pistachios-"

"Is this a war breifing of a cook book?" Mai asked.

"Any good cook'll tell ya that," Jey finished.

"But look what happened to the Cook!" Kagome yelled. "And besides, why should we risk our necks?! The police will be here in half an hour, and there are two dead bodies in the study!!!!!!" she screamed, her feathery outfit flouncing and bobbing around.

"Oh my God, there are!?!!" Bakura exclaimed in the ehat of the moment. Mai turned around and slapped him. "OW!" Bakura cried.

"Now you know the feelin', doll face," Mai said. "You know it's a shame a cutie like you swings for the other team."

"I never cared for baseball," Bakura said, "My father always wanted me to play, but it always felt a little odd to me."

"Oh my, look at these," Sango said, grabbing some negatives that were hanging out of Yami's pocket.

"What?" Mai asked, "What are they? Ooo La la!" she said, taking a look at them under the light.

"Hey, give me those!" Joey said, trying to grab the negatives from the ladies.

"Why should we give them to you?" Mai asked, flirtatiously.

"Becuaes they're his," Yami said reaching for them, "I had planned to return them to the Col. But.. It slipped my mind."

"I know what was going on in your mind, and it certainly wasn't slipping," Mai said. "Oh Tea, would you like a peek, they might shock you."

"No thanks," Tea said, "I'm a lady."

"How do you know what kind of pictures they are if you're such a lady?" Mai asked.

Miroku came up behind Sango and Mai to take a look, and his face went red as Sango said, "There's no natural way he could've gotten her in THAT position."

"Sure he can," Miroku said, taking Sango aside to a couch very passionately, "Allow me to demonstrate!" He lifted one of his legs over his shoulder and was about to position himself strategically when Sango cried, "Get off me, you lecheror!!"

"This gonna be good," Mai said watching.

"Oh dear God," Kagome cried, covering her eyes.

"Well look at that," Bakura said, gaining interest. "Something like that's enough to make me switch teams."

"I said OFF!" Sango screamed, then with a loud THUD, she kicked Miroku to the floor, and straightened her dress as she sat up.

Miroku also sat up, and said, "Feisty! I like that! Tell me, Ms. Sango White, have you considered marriage again, anytime soon?"

"Touch me like that again, and you'll find out where my first husband went." she replied.

"What else you got tucked away, there, Yami," Mai asked.

"Just the various evidence against you all." Yami replied.

"Oh, were you planning to blackmail us?" Mai asked. This got Everyone standing at attention.

"Of course not!" Yami said, shocked. "I was going to give each of you back the parts of your lives that were stolen form you… As noone else can give me back what was stolen form me… Come with me to the study and you can see for yourselves."

"That's… Quite alright, Yami," Bakura said walking over and patting his shoulder, "I think we can trust him. Now, about this… splitting up idea?"

"Yes," Yami said, sniffling, 'this way to the kitchen."

"Great, I'm starved," Joey said, following eagerly. They followed Yami to the kitchen, and he took eight long matchsticks and cut them into varying lengths.

"Now, the rules are, you must draw one match, and find the person with the matching length of matchstick. The two smallest go to the basement, and so on so forth to the attic."