Disclaimer: I don't own Yuugiou.
Warnings: See other Chapters.
Author's Notes: Here's a challenge for all my wonderful reviewers: Who is the killer? You'll never guess.
True Evil
"What do you have to say about the killer?"
"Are there any leads yet?"
"How many deaths are there, truly?"
Detective Atemu waved the reporters' questions off with an irritated swipe of his hand. His boss kept him here in this little meeting, and he was about to go crazy. Yuugi lay against him, almost dead on his feet. He was tired; come to think of it, so was he. The crowd around the stage he stood on dwindled off into a blur of color, and he shook his head to clear his tired eyes. Homicide Leut. Majuki Mai smiled at him encouragingly, her plum eyes glowing with a mixture of sympathy and annoyance. He smiled back wearily.
A reporter with short brown hair and clear blue eyes stood, and he groaned. He knew her well. Mazaki Anzu. Bossy, loud, and nosy as they come. "What have you learned of the Crimson Lover?" Yami groaned again at the nickname they had given the killer was spoken. Damn reporters. He was a serial killer, not a man with roses and a charming smile. Hell, the Detective thought tiredly. He might be, for all we know of him. "Detective!"
Yami's face and voice remained neutral as he answered the shrill voice: "We have learned nothing more of him. The only facts being found are simple and unhelpful as of the moment: He likes redheads, he mutilates their bodies with a knife but always clothes them afterwards, and he seems to be someone they know or trust."
A buzz went through the room as redheads covered their heads or straightened with defiance. Not many believed he was saying the truth; what was sad was, he was speaking the truth. They knew nothing beyond that. "How do you know he isn't a woman?"
Yami's eyes narrowed. Nosy damn... "He strength is found to be enough to impale a blade hard enough to bruise from the impact of the hilt before the women die, which is only seconds afterward. It is determined that not many women can do such; we have decided to refer to him as male."
Mai rolled her eyes as the brunette was about to speak again, and her voice rang out. "If you please, Mazaki, some of your peers would like to ask questions of Detective Atemu before he collapses right in front of us, so please do us all a favor, sit down and shut up."
Scattered laughter followed this; Anzu growled, but sat nonetheless. Yami shot the woman a thankful look and the reporter - he wasn't about to agree her to the fair sex - a sweet smile. "Anything else?" he asked, shifting his hold on his small cousin as he slept.
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Ryou's eyes fluttered open at the gentle movement usually connected with being carried. Curling to his brother, he sighed, pushing his dream out of his mind.
Bakura, feeling the shift, smiled as he sat on the couch, lifting his legs to sprawl across the seat, holding the smaller over his body and reaching for the remote. Coming to a silly cartoon Ryou liked, he placed the thing down and rested his head back, weariness finally hitting him from the lack of sleep. He drifted off, never feeling his brother sit up and go to make an extremely late breakfast.
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The blade glinted in his hand. She knows. She's gonna tell. You can't let her tell. "No," he moaned. The building, his salvation, was just behind him. He could walk right in...She knows. She must die. You know she must; go kill her. His head dropped, and he started off.
Her screams were so nice. She fought, but soon the ground was as red as her hair.
She must never tell...
"She must never tell," he whispered.
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Kurokushi stared at the document before him, mind far away. He was completely unawares when the gun went off behind him.
Pain, then black.
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Yami stared at the fax, his eyes huge. Not the Crimson Lover. But another murder. He groaned. When will it end? Violet eyes watched him, cold and harsh. He never noticed.
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Bakura woke to the ringing of the phone. Stirring, he called a slurred "I'll get it" and picked the reciever up. "What?" he snapped.
"Are you the son of one Itermri Kurokushi?"
"Yeah." Bakura was suddenly weary, feeling his brother curle to his side.
"I regret to inform you of this, but your father had been murdered hours before by an unknown killer."
Bakura was numb. The dial tone sounded, but he didn't move. Feeling the tears soaking his shoulder from his emerald-eyed other, he wondered briefly why he couldn't feel his own, streaming thickly down he cheeks.
The two twins, completely abondoned by all they loved, cried for a long while.
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I'll explain the melodrama next chapter. Can you guess the killer? Hint: He's not Marik.
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