A/N: Wow! It's been like 11 months since I last wrote a chapter for this fic. I'm really sorry for anyone who was following my story, really! I've been a bit busy and I've had major writer's block! But to make up for those 9 months this will be a much longer chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any character from the show. So please Don't sue!

Chapter 6: Unfortunate Shock

"I'm home!" Kisara called as she entered the house.

"Where have you been? I've been waiting for you and dinner's gotten cold." Her grandmother looked towards the clock sitting on a side table. It read 7:47pm. "Next time you decide to stay out late I hope you'll think of calling to tell me so."

"I'm sorry. I was out with a few friends. I swear, next time I'll call you. I really didn't mean to make you worry." Kisara said as she walked past her grandmother and up the stairs towards her bedroom. Her grandmother leaned on the banister, a frown on her face.

"Would you like me to heat up dinner for you?" she asked.

"No, Grandma. I'm not really hungry, but thank you." Kisara said as she stood at the top of the stairs smiling.

"Ok, dear. But if you get hungry later on the leftovers will be on the left side of the fridge."

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Kisara pushed her bedroom door open and walked over to her bed, collapsing onto it. She felt guilty. Making her Grandmother worry more than usual like that and even lying about where she had been. She really would make sure to call home next time.

She rolled over onto her side as her stomach growled. Maybe she really was hungry. Sitting she looked down at the package she still held firmly in her left hand. She momentarily starred at the object then started to unbox and unwrap it. Kisara tossed the box and paper onto her night stand and ran her fingers over the rim and surface of the old mirror. It was rather cold to the touch as though it had been left out on a cold night.

Her stomach once again growled and she blushed. Placing the mirror on her night stand with it's wrappings, she headed on downstairs to the kitchen.

Kisara opened the the fridge, took out the leftovers and popped them into the microwave. Leaning up against the counter opposite she watched as her meal rotated around and around. She glanced towards the clock noting the time. 8:15 pm.

Beep-beep-beep. Kisara retrieved her dinner from the microwave and slowly went to sit down at the kitchen table. But before she could even stick her fork into her piece of salmon there was knock at her front door. She hurriedly got up from the table.

Kisara leaned up against the door and looked out the peep-hole. She wasn't able to see anyone there. She thought it was strange but opened the door anyways. She look around the front yard and saw nothing unusual. Maybe some kids were just pulling a late night prank. As Kisara was just about to close the door and return to her meal she noticed something on the step. She kneeled down and picked up a scrap of paper. She turned the the piece of paper around and found something scribbled in the corner.

Kisara turned and re-entered the house. The words were way to small to make out she decided and went into the living room. She sat down on the couch and leaned over and opened the coffee table drawer pushing old letters and things aside to find a magnifine glass. She took this and inspected the paper more closely. She thought she could make out the words: Shizuka with the kitchen knife. But that couldn't be it. Her eyes must have been playing tricks on her or maybe this really was a prank, possibly pulled by one of her friends. Whether it was a prank or not Kisara felt uneasy as she placed the magnifine glass back into the drawer. She looked at the scrap of paper again. The scribbles on the paper somewhat reminded her of the game Clue.

What was this? If it was a prank, it was cruel one. She could never see her friend Shizuka ever doing anything such as murder. Either way Kisara didn't feel to hungry anymore and went into the kitchen to dispose of what she had previously thought to eat.

Shaking slightly Kisara made he way back to her bedroom. She didn't even bother to turn on the lights or change as she slipped into bed and pulled the covers over her head. Everything's fine she told herself, everything would be sorted tomorrow when she went to school and talked to Shizuka and her other friends. Slowly she fell into an uneasy sleep and slipped away from reality as dark dreams once again plagued her…

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The next morning Kisara woke to a knock at her bedroom door and the voice of her grandmother calling her...something about school. She rubbed her eyes and looked around her room, then glanced at the alarm clock on the shelf above her bed. Even looking at the clock, nothing really registered in her brain.

"Kisara! You have to wake up! You're already 15 minutes late!" said a stern voice. Still that did nothing. Kisara just lay there in a dazed state until her grandmother finally burst through the door and came over to the bed to shake her.

"Get up! You have school! You're late!" She roughly shook Kisara's arm until she had a reaction out of her.

"Er...huh? I'm what? I-I'm..." Reality hit Kisara hard and she jumped up out of her bed almost trampling her grandmother and ran towards the bathroom, stripping as she went. "I'm late!"

After her shower she didn't bother to dry her hair, just ran a brush through it, dressed and quickly picked up her school bag throwing some random things into it without thinking then dashed down the stairs and out the door.

"I'm go to be late!" Kisara huffed and puffed as she ran down the side walk and around a corner. "I really should have participated more in P.E.!"

As she rounded another corner she stopped in her tracks and looked up the street. There were police cars and an ambulance in front of a house. Not just any house. Shizuka's house. Kisara starred wide-eyed and started to shiver. Her mind drifted back to the night before and the scrap of paper she'd found on her front step. Something seemed wrong. Something felt wrong.

Kisara dashed up the street towards a group of cops huddled around one of the police cars.

"W-what happened? Please tell me nothing happened!" she asked the group. No one answered her but, just gave each other concerned looks, then looked back Kisara. They weren't saying anything and it made Kisara all the more shaken. She moved towards a dark haired officer and grasped the sleeve of his shirt. "Please! Tell me what happened!" she screamed hysterically.

"Are you a friend of the family?" Kisara nodded as she felt tears building in her eyes. "I-I'm sorry...it's seems there's been a murder..."

"What?" She couldn't believe what she was hearing...no. There was no way she could. She turned away from the dark haired officer and ran up the steps into the house.

The first thing that hit her when she entered was the strong smell of blood. She put her school bag down against the hallway wall. She shivered, feeling a rather cold breeze sweep by. She took a step forward and stepped into a puddle of crimson. Kisara looked down and cringed and quickly removed her foot. She tried not to think of who's blood it could be but, her mind kept wandering over the subject again and again.

Looking down at the hard wood floor she could see fresh blood stains trailing further into the house. Out of instinct she followed them. The stains led her to the main room where she found 6 men kneeling over a large, moist blood stain on the white carpet. Kisara felt sick and put a hand over her mouth.

"You! What are you doing in here? You shouldn't be here!" yelled an old balding man, wearing a long brown trench coat, on the other side of the room. At a quick pace he made his way over to Kisara and glared down at her with cold eyes. "Who are? What's your name, girl?" he demanded. Kisara felt somewhat intimidated and backed away a step or two to put some space between them.

"I-I'm a friend. Of the family, I mean. M-my name i-is Kedo Kisara, s-sir." she stuttered and averted her gaze to the floor.

"Kisara, eh?" He gave her a long look and then turned to one of the other men. "Asakura, would you mind taking this girl down to the station for questioning? Say's her name's Kisara."

"Ah! Chief! Yes, sir!" said the man and came over to Kisara a grabbed her by the arm and started to drag her out of the room.

"Questioning?" Kisara asked worriedly. "You don't think I was involved do you?" She asked the man named Asakura. The man said nothing but just kept on dragging her and then flung her her into the back seat of a cop car. He started the engine and they were gone; down the road, towards the police station for questioning.

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Kisara squirmed around in the cold metal chair and starred down at the cup of coffee on the table in front of her. They had left her in a small room consisting of a table and two chairs and a mirror on the left wall that she knew for a fact was a one-way glass window. She looked over at the mirror and suddenly felt like millions of eyes were watching her. Though it was unlikely so many eyes were really watching her.

Again she starred down at the brown liquid they had left her. She didn't drink coffee. Even if she did, she'd still refuse to drink it in this situation.

Kisara looked towards the door as it swung open and the man, who she had seen earlier in Shizuka's house , walked in and sat himself across from her in the opposite chair.

"So, Kisara. I'll be asking you some things if that's alright with you." Kisara nodded at this and sat up in her chair, still looking down at the cup in front of her.

"Where were you last night? Preferably between 5 and 9 o'clock PM?"

"I was out window shopping after school until about 7:30 and then went home. I didn't go anywhere after that." she said in a quiet voice to her reflection in the coffee.

"Where you with anyone? While shopping?"

"No, I was alone." Kisara finally looked up. "Please..." she was almost begging. "Tell me. Has something happened to my friend Shizuka?" The man looked sternly at her.

"It seems as though your friend's brother Katsuya Jounouchi was murdered last night. He was found massacred and Shizuka by his side holding a large kitchen knife. She seemed to be in shock. We tried to talk to her but she'd only answer with your name: Kisara. That's why we thought you might know something." Kisara heard this gasped, wide-eyed, putting a hand to her mouth.

"I'm not saying that your friend murdered her brother but, we can't rule out the idea. If you'd like to see her we can have Asakura drive you to the hospital."

"Please, I'd like to see her..."

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Asakura looked down at her.

"Go on, don't take too long. I'll be waiting here for you. It's seems Chief wants you to stay at the station and keep an eyes on you. Hurry along now." Kisara's reply only came as mumble.

"Hello. I'd like to visit a friend. Katsuya Shizuka." Kisara asked at the front counter.

"Of course, dear." the nurse typed 'Katsuya Shizuka' into the computer and then turned to Kisara again. "She's on the second floor room 666, sweet heart." Kisara was a little startled by the room number but discarded the thought, more worried about her friend than a silly room number.

"Thank you." Kisara replied.

When Kisara finally made it to Shizuka's room, she wasn't so sure she really wanted to see her anymore. Didn't want to see her friend in such a state. Kisara grasped the door handle and paused listening to the things around her. She looked up the hall and saw a young blonde girl in a wheel chair. The girl noticed her a waved. Kisara smiled and waved back then decided she could face Shizuka. She turned the handle and entered the hospital room.

Shizuka was sitting up in bed and she was blankly looking out the window. A doctor was at the foot of the bed and seemed to be filling out some kind of form. When he saw Kisara he got up and and walked towards her and started talking in a hushed voice.

"You come to visit? That's good, maybe it would help if someone she knew talked to her. It seems her parents don't wish to see her." Kisara frowned.

"How is she doctor? Will she be alright?"

"It's hard to say. We did some tests and it seems she went through a great amount of shock and there is a possibility she may never recover. Very unfortunate...I heard she was a wonderfully bright girl." the doctor looked over his shoulder and Shizuka."Well, I'll leave you with her. Excuse me." The doctor left the room with the light click of the door closing behind him.

This couldn't be happening Kisara thought as tears threatened to spill. She walked over to the side of the bed and took Shizuka's hand in hers. Shizuka slowly turned her empty, emotionless gaze onto Kisara.

"Kisara..."

"Yes, it's me..." Kisara smiled through tear blurred eyes. "How have you been?"

"Kisara..." Kisara frowned.

"Kisara...she did it." Kisara was surprised and confused. Kisara clutched Shizuka's hand tighter and said the only thing she could think of...

"I'm sorry...forgive me." she replied, even though she didn't know what she apologizing for, as her tears now freely flowed down her face.

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A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I really enjoyed writing it (enjoy...doesn't really seem like the right term though with all these things happening at the moment). This really has gone in a real different direction than I ever thought it would. 11 months really does make a difference. I'll try to update soon!

Until then please send me reviews! (Maybe it'll make me write the next chapter sooner )