Her Sweetness: Ah. Well, I'm listening to Soramimi Cake Remix, complements of Riku's Gurl. Ha ha! It's so cute!

Ahem. Yes, well, let's continue?

Right, we're good to go.

Motel 37

Chapter 6:

People are used to the morning as being the dawn of something bright, sunny and new. They expect birds singing their song for the whole world to hear and they expect to go outside and stretch their arms, watching kids running down the lane and interrupting traffic by throwing their shoes at cars and cause awful wrecks - I am getting off topic.

This day was nothing short of miserable and black. Even darker than the night before. Most of the lightning had doubled and the constant rain didn't waver. The trees at the door had all but broken down the more than fragile oak. And all the cracks in the door did not go unnoticed.

Shivers sent Shakes to wake up the other guests. (Or what was left of them, excluding Lydia.) But before Shakes even made it to room number 5, the boys in there were already awake and at each other's throats.

"Thanks to you, Bakura, I woke up with a gigantic amount of pain! And you happened to be the cause of it!" Marik shouted. He and Bakura had woken up about ten minutes ago and just seeing each other sparked an argument. Surely Yami would've been involved in this as well, but he was still asleep.

Bakura rubbed his head, "Well, it isn't my fault! You slept with your foot in my face! … And by the way, when's the last time you had a bath?"

Naturally, he was slapped. Bakura rolled to the foot of the bed, knocking Yami off and onto the floor. "Gah!" He screamed, emerging from the floor with a red bump matching Marik's. "Bakura, was that you!"

"Oh, shut up. Your voice grates on my mind."

Yami blinked, frowning, "… Hey, you guys, did any of you call my name last night? Or say anything to me whatsoever?"

Bakura and Marik exchanged a glance and busted into laughter.

"W-What?" Yami asked.

Marik wiped a tear away from his eye, "Pharaoh… You need to keep those dreams of yours under control. Neither of us was 'calling your name'."

"Ah… you pervert! I wasn't talking about that kind of thing. Someone – something was saying my name. It said 'Yami' and then I couldn't really hear the rest."

"Yami, have you ever considered the fact that it might've been a dream?" Bakura said, having just recovered from a laughing spell.

"N-No! It sounded really real. I really don't like this place anymore. All our sakes considered, I think we should lea- Oh Ra!"

"What now?"

"Grandpa! I forgot! While we've been sleeping all night, Grandpa has been who knows where, doing who knows what! Oh this isn't good… We've lost him again! Before we leave today, we have to get him, no ifs, ands or buts about it."

Bakura looked at Marik, "I'll bet you Ryou that the old man is in the can."

Marik shook the Tomb Robbers hand, "I'll take that bet."

"Yeah, but you've gotta put something up for collateral. 'Cause, I just know he's in the bathroom."

"Fine, I'm putting up Malik."

Bakura smirked and Yami's jaw was on the floor, "… WE ARE NOT BETTING OUR HIKARIS ON THE OFF CHANCE THAT SOMEONE IS IN THE BATHROOM!"

"Relax. We'll let you bet Yugi, if you want. He can make my bed in the morning, when I win."

"Tch. Whatever."

Knock Knock… The boys turned around at the door. Bakura went to answer it. He opened the door and the extremely tall and somber-looking man named Shakes was standing at the door, "…" He looked past Bakura, to Marik.

The blonde winced; having just about enough of this thing that Shivers was doing and now Shakes. "S-Stop it!"

Shakes bowed his apology and mumbled, "Please come down to the lobby. We have a bit of a problem, sirs, and Mr. Shivers requests everyone's presence." He turned on his he'll and mumbled for them to follow him. They walked behind him, cautiously, Yami looking around for any sign of Grandpa. Anything that could've belonged to him. His overalls, or his cell phone, maybe even his bandana.

They arrived at the first floor, not three minutes later and what they saw made their jaws drop. The blue carpet that was, yesterday, almost clean, save a few blotches, was now covered with a foot of water from one corner of the room to the other. Their gazes rested on the broken double doors, tree trunks poking through it, large holes scattered across its length. And it was still raining out side. The boys hadn't questioned the weather in their minds since they'd woken, figuring that the weather woman they heard on the radio yesterday would be right, and the hurricane would've cleared by midday today.

Along with Shivers, two other people were standing at the door. Brittany and that other man that was at dinner last night. There happened to big a large hole under the door, and that was where all the water was coming through. It was pouring out like a waterfall, but at the same time, the other three had been trying to scoop it back out with buckets. They were all drenched and it wasn't working too well.

Yami was the first to waddle over to Shivers, trying not to get his leather pants too wet. "Um, Shivers…! What's going on? Why's everything flooded?"

"…" He turned back to the Pharaoh, saying, "… The weather channel has just announced that the hurricane has turned into a flood. Everyone is cautioned. In West Domino, people are hanging onto the street lights."

Marik sighed, "Thank evilness, I live in East Domino!"

"If you would just grab on of those," Shivers pointed to a pile of buckets over by the seconded hallway behind the service desk. The dark hallway they had yet to enter, "And help us, I'm sure we could get this done…"

On their way over there, Bakura called back to Shivers, "Even if we do get the water out, more water's gonna pour back in, you know."

"… I have… things to block it."

Marik winced, "I hope he means silly putty."

"Oh, you guys… OH MY RA!" Yami had picked up a gray bucket from the pile, and when he'd lifted it, a large puddle of red was underneath. He cautiously looked on the underside of his bucket and there was a huge glob of red. His eyes followed the red droplets into the hallway; they seemed to go in a perfect line until they were masked by the darkness. Yami looked back towards the buckets, "O-Oh… Oh Ra… S-Shivers!"

Shivers looked up and noticed the pale expression Yami was wearing and the mess of blood at the boys' feet. He gasped suddenly, dropping his bucket and ran over to the spot, motioning Shakes to come over.

"Ah… it smells so good…" Bakura was in a light daze; drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"What the hell is this?" Marik motioned towards it, "You guys running a slaughter house or something?"

"Cool!" Bakura yelped.

Shivers' eyes narrowed and he said something to Shakes, making him wince. He turned around and grabbed the buckets, carrying them into the second hallway. Shivers watched as Marik watched Shakes go away, then when he turned around, Shivers redirected his attention to Yami who was swooning, ready to drop at any moment, "Shivers, I-I want an explanation right now! This blood… just everywhere, why?"

"…" His eyes shifted, "… I… Shakes probably dropped Lydia again on her head. On the way up the st- I mean, to the dump."

The three boys' eyes widened, but before they even said anything, Brittany had come running over flittering around, "What? Whatever do you mean? Did someone put my grandmamma in something of a dump? Is that what you were saying? Where is she? Where?"

Shivers shivered, "Ms. Coe… I think you should-"

Brittany continued, "After everything that's happened the past seven hours, don't you think you could do something nice for me? I-I mean, he's killed my Grandmamma and you mean to tell me I can't go to her funeral?" She pointed at Yami.

"What? I told you, I tripped over her leg! I don't know what happened to your grandma! And I didn't kill her!" He shouted.

"Then who did?"

"I'm sure I don't know." Yami glanced over at Shivers, "But, if I were you, I'd ask the person who runs this blood-bath."

Shivers ignored this statement. "…"

"Oh…" Her eyes sparkled, and a sad melody beginning to play, "I remember all those soft summer nights when we would catch fireflies in the meadows… and bake cookies… and sit by the hearth and have all our heart to heart talks. She was so wise, so lovely to me… AND NOW YOU'RE TELLING ME SHE IS RESTING IN SOME DUMP!"

Brittany screeched the last word. And at that exact moment, as everyone else was covering their ears, a particularly strong bolt of lightning struck the antennae on the top of Motel 37's roof. The shock of a pure twenty thousand volts traveled down into the buildings power base and… click. All the lights and electricity shut off in the entire motel.

In the lobby, a few pairs of eyes blinked in the darkness. The man that was scooping out the water stopped and looked back at where he remembered seeing Shivers, "Uh, Mr. Shivers! I can't see. How am I supposed to get the water out?"

"Eek!" Brittany squeaked, "The water's rising! Shivers, I thought you said you could block the door!"

"I did and I can… but I can't see very well…" He waved his hand in front of his face to show his meaning, "It was just the circuit breaker, I'm sure. Someone has to go and switch it back on, then it'll be okay…"

Brittany huffed, fidgeting in the water, "Well, I'm not going! I've suffered enough."

"Maybe… Mr. Marik could go…? It's just down that hallway." He pointed down the hallway that Shakes had gone down earlier, "You just go down the hallway about forty paces then go down the stairs and into the basement. It's on the wall."

Marik was uneasy about this. Not that he was afraid of the dark or anything, but it was just the way that Shivers suggested that he go. What was up with that? But, Marik was not one to back down from anything, "Fine. I'll just-"

"No!"

Everyone looked at Yami. He was barely visible, but his eyes were shining and so they knew it was him. "What do you mean 'no'?"

"I mean, no, Marik's not going, I am."

"What? You can't make those kinds of decisions for me!" Marik growled at him.

Bakura raised an eyebrow, "Why do you care if he goes or not?"

Yami looked up at Shivers, "Why do you want Marik to go, huh? I'll go. Do you have a problem with that?"

"… I… Well, I suggest Mr. Marik because, no offense, but he would probably have an easier time reaching the switch than you." Shivers glared at Yami, though it went unnoticed to everyone else, "You are a bit on the small size…"

At this, Marik and Bakura busted out laughing.

Yami huffed, "Fine! I'm going and there's nothing anyone can do about it! Marik… You stay with Bakura." He said finally and stormed off, the form that was partly visible, now completely gone.

Bakura rolled his eyes, "Jeez. What got into his pants?"

"Uh… water." Brittany faltered, trying to keep the cold water from coming all the way up her skirt. "That murderer needs to hurry it up, or my dress is gonna be ruined! And my Grandmamma gave this to me…"