Yami's koi: I have managed to create this: thanks to a great friend, whose fic, 'I'd Kill For You,' has inspired me to no end.

Neutral Man: freak. Weirdo. Idiot. Moron.

Bakura: and am I finally gonna get some answers?

Yami's koi: perhaps. Now… onto the new chap, gies. Be prepared… to feel pity for someone who may not even be there.

My way to the Kaiba Mansion has been quite uneventful, and even peaceful in it's own manner. Since Ra has granted me this second chance at life, it has been the only amount of time I've had to myself.

Yet when one is alone, with nothing to distract them… then they reflect.

I think about the summer's that have passed, and all of those people who laughed alongside with me, cheering me on as I dared to do some crazy stunt, just to impress and entertain. I remember the cold, winter nights, just spent gazing into the fire, with Bakura groaning about how everyone was so happy about the upcoming present giving – receiving tradition. I am reminded of Bakura's proud, beaming face when I announce that I have passed every single one of my exams. I also remember… my last few months of life.

My head inadvertently shakes itself, trying to act as if the motion would remove such pain from my mind… but it has no effect. I remember staring at Yugi and Yami's backs as they walk away from me, holding hands without a care in the world. I stop walking and take a moment to rest, although I am not weary physically. However, these memories are arousing such emotion, that it is mentally taking its toll on me.

My mind then gives me another distressing recollection: me, being in a partially deserted park, waiting for either Jou or Yugi to show up. In this memory, I simply stare straight ahead, thinking of reasons why either of them could be late. Jou, of course, was never brilliant at punctuality, yet Yugi had little excuse. He was never late for class, and could never be seen doing anything to hurt someone.

And the startlingly obvious truth? Neither of them turned up, even after my two hour wait… because they had been with their lover. Yugi had been with Yami, whilst Jou had been with Seto. When they presented me with feeble covers, I simply sighed and prayed to them both that they tell me the truth. Yugi's shoulders had slouched slightly, and Jou scratched the back of his neck nervously.

Instantly my mind had clicked in. in an attempt to act like my usual self, I smiled. 'It doesn't matter, I didn't know that you had made other plans… besides, you rarely ever get any alone time with either of your lovers, right?' That had been the response I had given them, and they bought it, probably in their desperation.

Desperation not to hurt me.

In the end, everybody did hurt me, and I was so alone. I felt unwanted. Shunned. Superfluous.

NO! I can't show weakness in an area such as this. If I do not get to the Kaiba residence shortly, then I fear that Mokuba will shunt me, push me away… just like everyone has before.

I pick up a fast pace, even quicker than before, and frown slightly as I move.

How was it that I am suddenly able to see – and talk to – ghosts? Tsumi was obviously dead, and it was so evident from her gash, that she couldn't be lying. And, if that had not been her family in that room, then why would she not be with someone else? Surely a child that young would have friends to talk to, and toys to play with?

The answer I cannot finalise. Of course, she possibly could have been a joyous, carefree child… yet was I this way? Can I honestly say, without a shimmer of guilt or hesitance, that I was a happy child?

Times change, circumstances are different. So who am I to judge poor Tsumi's lifestyle, when I can hardly say that mine is perfect? If it was this way, then things would not be this way, and I would be with Bakura… but I know that things would be extraordinarily dull.

Finally, after turning a new corner, the Kaiba Mansion looms ahead of me. It is almost as I remember it, yet, as I get slowly closer to the building, I notice something different.

No lights are on within the building. No cheerful, merry glow illuminating from within the mansion. Yet I fear that this may not be all…

I approach the cold steel of the gates before me, trapped. How can I get in, when a password is required?

The password is 'Freelance Working.' A cold, sudden whisper in my ear claims. I shudder at the wave of paranoia that washes over me, and I glance around me, ensuring that no one is nearby. I cannot allow the murderer of Jou, or the person who shot at Kaiba in an obvious attempt at a kill, judging by how close the bullet had been to Seto's heart, to enter the Mansion.

I mumble the password into the intercom, and the gates slowly creak open, and I warily pass through. They clang together, closed, behind me, and I wonder. I wonder at why I must take care of Mokuba's delicate self, as Seto had seemed to put it.

My heads shakes once more, clearing my mind of these curious thoughts – they would be slaked in a few moments, after all – and approach the main entrance to the Kaiba Mansion.

I gently push against the door and, after little or no resistance, I enter the building. And I am amazed.

Blood. On the floor, all over the walls, the floor… My eyes absorb the trail. It eventually leads me to the conclusion that the killer has gone down, along this corridor before me… and beyond.

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained… but no plan, no clue!" I whisper to myself, almost warningly. Yet how can I know that this blood is real? How do I know that he one who caused it was the murderer of Seto's lover, Katsuya Jonouchi?

At this precise moment in time, I may only presume. As a result, assuming that the killer is about to murder Mokuba, I will need to find where the child is so that I can save the boy from an untimely death. And to find out Mokuba's exact location… I will need to hack into Seto Kaiba's computer mainframe for his mansion, collect weapons that I may need, or not… and then rescue Seto's precious little brother.

So… where's the computer mainframe base within this mansion? My mind sets to work. Theoretically, I should simply follow the trail of blood and see what I can find - surely it will save me both time and effort?

Yet something holds me back. I must find out where both of them are. I must… because I cannot let more than one death occur in the same day.

Try heading down along the corridor to your right, treading three mini steps into the second room on your left, and saying, 'Freelance Maintenance.' A cold, whispering wind says in my ear. I forget myself for a moment, and whirl around… yet no one is there.

I must trust this voice… it got me into this fine mess, didn't it? I smile slightly, despite the seriousness of the situation, and heave a sigh. Even I'm not naïve enough to go out into the Kaiba Mansion, hunting for a killer without any form of weaponry, even if basic.

"I need weapons. Where can I find them?" Blunt and rid of emotion: the perfect combination.

Same room as I just said, my friend… The voice replies, in a lilting, cool tone. I shrug, and then follow the voice's advice. I walk into the corridor on my right, the second room on my left, and take three mini steps into this room before whispering the password I have been given.

The door behind me quietly creaks shut, and I turn, now slightly jumpy. This could be where I die again, and lose my chance to be reunited with Bakura-chan. That is, obviously, something that I cannot afford to lose. I merely hope that nothing occurs too irrationally for me… and that Mokuba is not dead.

Hang in there, Mokuba. I know that you're only young, but… You act so maturely for your age, when you want to. I can only pray that you have enough sense and courage to run.

A slightly whirring is heard now, and I turn back to face forwards. The wall has lifted, and has revealed steps, steeply sloping downhill. I gradually them, and hear the wall that has risen slowly begin to fall back into place. My legs react and I swiftly flee the staircase, as if something deadly is approaching me from behind.

When the steps come to an end, I stop running and slow to a walk. Kami… I never anticipated that even Seto's computer mainframe would be so… advanced. And, if what everyone here is saying is true (that I have only just arrived in Domino), then I know, this computer will only get more developed.

Bakura

"Now, leave. You have found out what you wanted to know, Bakura, and for that, you must feel somewhat appeased. Understandably, you will be frustrated and want to know what is happening to Ryou at all times. We… cannot allow this, but any serious injuries we shall inform you of."

I barely even hear them speak. My legs resemble jelly when I rise, turning and staring out into the swirling, dark colours that surround us. My eyes no longer want to take in this sight… this place makes me feel sick.

"We shall take you back to your home, Bakura. I assume that you will need to talk to--"

"I am fully aware of what I need to do, Osiris," I respond coldly, my voice a deadly, threatening whisper, "So just take me home, and let me think. Something that I'm sure you would know nothing about."

One part of my mind dimly chastises me for that, informing me that talking badly to the Gods, who both hold my Ryou in… that place… is dangerous business. That part of me warns me against being so foolish. The rest of me can't give a fuck.

Ryou is so hurt. Why would anyone put him through something so cruel… especially after the life that he has had to lead? Because of this… I am without my hikari. The one part of me that was good is now gone, lost to that abyss of pain.

I wish that he never had to experience what pain he has had to… but wouldn't that be smothering? I want Ryou to live his own life, in happiness. Not some sick, twisted imitation that the Gods have devised to test him and see if he is 'worthy.' Ryou is worthy of everything that he used to be: bright, happy, innocent, and loving.

He does not, however, deserve to be put through pain… not after what he has had to endure on earth. Not after his abrupt, lonely way of leaving this earth.

Osiris flashes a beam of searing light at me… and I find myself stirring, as if reviving from a coma, stirring myself in a feeble hope of survival. I note my current surroundings… and know that my wounds are healed, and that the blood that once stained this carpet are now long gone. My blood… is where it should belong.

I slowly, shakily rise to a stand. I sigh heavily, and keep myself stable, and standing, by leaning against the door.

If only Ryou knew… if only he could… understand where he was.

Ryou

I approach the vast computer, and gingerly press on the power buttons. Immediately the machine springs to life, whirring sounds and small beeps filling the large room.

Okay. Now here's the part when I thank my previous sensei's for all of their tiresome, boring lectures about advanced computer technology. If my memory serves me well, then a password and several authorisation codes must be punched in on a nearby number or keypad… but, with so many contraptions… where the bloody hell do I begin?

Begin by making your way to the other side of the room, where the computer chair is. The collected voice tells me, whispering both delicate and accurate advice in my ear. I shiver somewhat, and do as the voice commands.

I am faced, sure enough, with a (pretty much) standard keyboard, number board and mouse. A large, illuminated screen is before me, and I sense that this is Kaiba's more advanced, larger version of a monitor. Hesitantly I press the power buttons… and the entire thing springs to life, bleeping noises, with the occasional whirr emitted from the computer.

Uh oh. What's the bloody password for this thing? An information box is about to log me into the computer as Seto Kaiba, but I need the password. I doubt that, giving that this is a very advanced computer, pressing the cancel button will do anything.

The Password is Mokuba 118. Again, scary yet soft voice. I don't know if I'm turning insane, or if it's another God trying to help me. Come to think about it, it does sound quite like Anubis.

I type in the password swiftly, and, with happiness gleaming in my eyes, I find myself faced with Kaiba's wallpaper and various programmes. Okay… firstly I need to hack into the tracking system, and I can locate Mokuba pretty easily from there on.

Surely that kind of a mission will be… relatively easy? Well, compared to trying to win everyone's trust, compared to witnessing the death of Jou, a friend who he himself had committed murders, and undergone such cruel hardships in this place? I shudder and try to shake myself of these thoughts. It frightens me to think that such events only occurred several hours ago. Mere hours ago, and within that time, Jou had been killed in my dream and in reality, I have been informed that Shizuka has died before her brother, Yami and Yugi hate me, and Kaiba loved Jou… and I can see dead people. Or, just one dead person called Tsumi.

Whichever the case may be… this night will go on. I may ask why this has happened to me… but I know that my mistakes have already been done. The greatest one was turning to suicide for help… for unbelievable emotions that have only betrayed me on this life. Or, so I thought.

But it turns out that I was wrong. I know of at least one person who cares for me… and is probably trying to escape using the same bittersweet methods that I once used.

I can only pray that Bakura is better than that… better and stronger than what I am... was.

Bakura

I eventually make my way over to the phone… right where I left it. After such darkness that I have just experienced with Osiris and Ra, colour seems to be such a concept that I never really appreciated before.

I need to call Yugi and Yami. Even if they call me crazy, refer me to special medical attention for the mentally distraught and therefore occasionally delusional… I don't care. I know what I saw, and only I know what the Gods told me. Ryou, I wish you could only figure it out! Your analytical skills used to be so sharp… so good. What ever happened to it all, Ryou? Where is the boy that I used to know?

He is… trapped. I cannot, at this moment, remind myself of what the Lords' of Egypt showed me… everything seems to hurt, especially the things that resemble Ryou the most in this house. Every wall we decorated together, I can see our ghosts. Every drunken party we held, I can see our ghosts. Every moment we cried with each other, ever time we laughed and had fun just being with each other… I can remember them. And it hurts like hell.

With a trembling hand, I reach out and dial the number of the Mutou's home phone. I groan impatiently as the tone sounds, and I receive no answer for at least seven of these annoying rings. I begin to consider slamming the thing down, when someone picks up.

"Mutou residence?"

Yugi. Who ever cannot recognise that bubbly, unique baritone surely has had their head beneath a rock for the past few years. The poor boy… like my Ryou, he too has undergone some pretty tough times.

Ah, he wants me to reply.

"Hey Yugi. Look, Ra and Osiris have decided to come clean about everything. I know where Ryou is… and it seems that only he can save himself."

I can almost sense his happy demeanour fade somewhat down the phone.

"Bakura-chan… I think you should really talk to Yami." A pause, "Here he is now."

The phone is passed over, and I make my impatience known once more as the Pharaoh greets me.

"Is something wrong, Bakura? Yugi said something about the Gods… but why on earth--?"

"Enough of you talking, Pharaoh. Come over and see if you can stomach this bullshit. I'll be waiting."

I hang up. If he doesn't come, then it's his loss… he will just have to spend the rest of Ryou's days without us in wonder and in fear. For it is not often that the affairs of the Gods and of the living mortals entwine… it is, indeed, a very rare occurrence. This is what the Pharaoh knows only too well… I am sure that even he can understand what I am enduring at such a thought.

And that is something that again, fills me with a sense of dread. With Ryou absent, unable to comfort me… I cannot bring myself to muster enough strength to believe in my hikari. I do not doubt him, however…

The 'duties' as the Gods called them… seemed much too taxing… even for an able-bodied individual such as myself… to be able to handle. Again, I do not doubt his capabilities in such matters, yet… could they not have waited until at least some of his trauma had faded? Surely they could have… at least waited another week or so, waited so that Ryou would not have to quickly adjust to such a horrific atmosphere?

No. The Gods are terribly cruel… and I can merely sit here and wait. Wait for the Pharaoh and his hikari… and for Ryou.

I don't care how long it takes you, Ryou… just so long as you make it to me safely. I would wait forever if it meant that you would be safe… even if such a thing would be almost impossible for me to endure. For even a moment without you… is an eternal sentence of doom.

I am stirred from my thoughts when I hear a light rapping noise on the door, followed by the quiet, hushed voices of those who I know. I grin slightly… in my deepest, darkest self, I think I knew what the Pharaoh would decide to do.

And if I am not mistaken, Jou is with us, too.

Ryou

"Seto Kaiba, would programme do you wish to use?" A robotic, wooden voice asked clearly, droning through my ears in an annoying manner. I jump slightly, startled. That… was highly unexpected. Nevertheless, if such a feature is there, then I will use it, exploit its advantages in the best way that I can, given my grave, dangerous task.

"I am seeking a programme that can help me to locate anyone within this building, including any intruders and those who I know. Which programme can do such a thing?"

A small pause as my request registers with the machine.

"I will open the device that administers you to do this." The steady-paced, unemotionally flat voice says. With several bleeps, and a small flash of light, I am faced with a page that is split into two sections. The first half, the one highest above my head, shows an image of the Kaiba mansion. Below, a box with several different fields are waiting to be filled in. Logic kicks in, and I realise that I must specify each of the needed fields to find Mokuba.

Well, Duh.

I begin to type into the first box, which is asking for my username and password. I type them in, and begin to shift my eyes across to every individual box. State the area of the Kaiba Mansion; state the gender of the person whom you are seeking… Ra, I know none of these!

Still, I must try. Again the quiet padding noise of my fingers hitting the keyboard sound within the room, my mind frantically working as it tries to comply with just how urgent this situation is.

After several minutes of this tapping, I finish the tables and press the 'go' button in the bottom right hand corner of this second section. Despite the demanding, almost terrifying knots that have formed in my stomach due to this mission, I lean back in Kaiba's chair and smile.

No rules, no holding back. I am unsure as to if I must kill whoever it is that shot Kaiba and killed Jou… but I am absolutely convinced that it is the same person. I have made no list of suspects purely because I fear that I will have to include someone that I thought I once knew. I also fear… that I will have to come face-to-face with something that I do not wish to.

A small bleep. I relax, coming back into my normal sitting position after a good few moments of pure relaxation… even though my mind still had been working.

I stare at the results from my location scan. My hand slowly, gradually brings its way up to reach my mouth, and I stand, stepping backwards as I shake my head. No, this search mustn't be correct… there MUST have been an error… and a fatal one at that.

There are only two spots of light flickering on the screen: one for me… and one for Mokuba.

I… have failed. How could this happen to me? There is no possible way that I could have been too late… oh Gods, Mokuba… why couldn't I save you? I… am so sorry. I have failed you… and Seto.

I fall to my knees, devastated. I try to collect my mind together, yet I have no luck.

I must make my way to Mokuba. I must ensure that the killer does not return and decide to defile his dead body once again. I, Ryou, will never allow Mokuba's dead body to be desecrated.

For that is something… I definitely cannot allow.

Yami's koi: heh… suspense? I seem to like leaving you hanging there, don't I? Anyway, the ending was kinda rushed cause I have exams next week, so it will be a while before I can channel my mind into something I actually want to do.

Neutral Man: this… has actually had a plot to it!

Yami's koi: yes. Anyway, as you may have guessed, Hikari Suicide will shortly be coming to a close. I've had the ending planned for a long time now, and I don't know how many pages/chapters I will be able to stretch it out, but hopefully you'll make sense of the ending that Neutral Man can't explain. I think it's best if you're once been on the brink of taking your own life and have realised… well, if I say that, then everything will be given away, won't it? Please R&R me… or send me in some fan art. Hiro.P remains, to this day, to be the only person to submit fan art. If you wanna check it out (which I advise you to… I love it!), it's under her reviews for headstrong, my other fic. Or, one of my other fics. So… I'll see you soon, hopefully!