Disclaimer: I don't own Yuugiou.
Warnings: Blood. Yaoi. Incest. And A Lot Others I'm Not Thinking Of Right Now.
True Evil
Bakura yawned as he stepped into the kitchen. Long night, having not been able to sleep until three am. He didn't know why, he just couldn't get comfortable in his bed. He grunted in annoyance and stepped through the kitchen archway. He stopped dead in his tracks at what he saw.
A glass lay shattered on the floor, the tea kettle making short squeaks that signaled all the water having evaporated. Water that had frothed over covered the stove and the floor, and the drawers were opened and crooked in their slots. But he only had eyes for something completely different.
Sleeping on the table in what had to of been a very uncomfortable position was his little brother, hair tangled around his flushed face and eyes shut tight, whimpers coming from his throat.
Not even noticing his father walk into the room behind him, he raced to the younger, lifting him up gently to cradle him in his arms. Instantly the whimpers stopped; the smaller cuddled into his brother with a happy sigh. Bakura's violet eyes narrowed; now he knew why he couldn't sleep. He could never sleep when this happened.
"What's wrong?" he crooned into the tiny boy's ear, nuzzling. He would never have done anything like this if it weren't his brother. His father, still in the doorway, watched silently. He was used to the unusual bond between the two, though he had no clue what it was.
"Tab..." Ryou squirmed lightly, mouth working in his sleep. "Tabi..."
Sighing, Bakura picked up the smaller to sit in the chair and settle with his brother in his lap. Ryou whined and coiled closer.
"Tabi..."
Their father went to work making coffee, knowing it would take a while for the gifted youngster to awaken.
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Detective Atemu Yami scratched his head and averted his crimson eyes, sickened by the scene before him. She lay in the clearing, sprawled out, stabbed to death. He face had been cut off; her fingertips had been burned. There was no way to place her identity. The only recognizable feature she had was her long, bloody red hair, and that wasn't enough to find it. Yami shuddered. Her matched the liquid that stained the grass.
His cousin clung to his waist, sobbing silently into his shirt. Yami sighed. The boy couldn't get used to what he had to watch.
Yuugi could see dead people. Cliche as it sounds, spirits of the dead came to him to give messages. A medium, and a good one at that.
But since the serial killer had come, his prediction had had no solidity.
"Are you alright, little one?" he asked softly. Yuugi looked up, his glowing amethyst eyes filled with tears. He smiled and nodded, then pulled away to twist his hands into the symbols of sign language.
Like all mediums, the boy was both muted, so as not to tell the deads' secrets, and blind, so as to see nothing but them. Because they were silent, mediums weren't deaf as well.
Experienced with the quick hand gestures, Yami quickly translated the message: Look for the one with the Mark of the Disbalanced.
"What does that mean, little one?"
Yuugi shook his head, and gave the same message: Look for the one with the Mark of the Disbalanced.
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"Tabitha!"
As soon as the cry left the boy's throat, Ryou woke. Knowing to be in the warmth of his brother's arms, he sobbed gently and clung to Bakura's shoulders.
Bakura, knowing that their father had left for work, nuzzled the younger's head up and kissed him gently.
Both knew how wrong it was, for two brothers to be in a relationship. But they also knew something else. They weren't just brothers. They were a whole.
Ryou parted his lips with a moan, tugging at Bakura's wild silver mane with one hand and running his other down the bare chest against his side. Neither knew much about each other, since they had only become lovers a month ago, but Bakura knew his little brother was extremely comforted by kisses.
Tongue stroking the roof of the smaller's mouth, Bakura shifted to run his hands down his back, tucking his hands into the back pockets of Ryou's jeans, causing the other to whimper.
They broke away a moment later, breathing hard. For some reason, neither could keep kisses sweet. It quickly became overrun by passion.
"What happened?" the violet-eyed teen asked softly. Ryou flushed.
"He struck again," he whispered. "True Evil has struck again."
Yes, I know it's crappy. But it was a bridge, to introduce what the last chapter was about and what the title is for, plus how this little piece of nothing with play out if people don't burn me at the stake for something so crappy. It's probably not even original. Ah, well.
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