Disclaimer: I don't own Yuugiou.

Warnings: See other Chapters.

Author's Notes: I don't even know why I'm doing this...no one reviews my stories, and I think people have lost interest in True Evil.

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True Evil

Bakura stared blankly at the open grave, patting his brother absently on the back. Dry sobs were heard; Ryou's tears had run dry long before. Beside the grave, another is honoured; the grave of their mother. Long dead, she committed suicide after the miscarriage of what was supposed to be their sister. They were alone; the only difference was that they didn't have anyone left except for themselves.

Everyone else was gone. The twins were the only ones left.

In every prospect.

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Homicide Leut. Majuki Mai sighed, sliding into her small apartment. Her purple eyes raced over the small room, the only one furnished. A bed, a television, and a chest of drawers. That was all she needed. Sad, really.

Dropping her gear onto the floor, she plopped onto the bed. Sleep came easily. Along with a nightmare.

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He woke with a jolt, feeling displaced, for some strange reason. Terror consumed him as he noticed the presence of a hot liquid over his body and sheets. Standing, he stumbled to the bathroom, turning on the light.

He screamed.

Blood coated his naked form, his skin pale, grayish. His complexion was waxy; he looked like hell. His eyes were an ugly shade of yellow.

Twisting the knobs of the shower, not even bothering with setting the temperature, he jumped in. Harsh, ragged breaths were taken as he scrubbed at his skin, sobbing softly as the skin turned red.

He didn't stop until his flesh was raw and bleeding.

Falling to the bottom of the tub, the tepid water running over him, still running red, he slept.

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Soft violet eyes glowed at him, sad and pained. A full mouth opened and closed rhythmically, no sound emerging. Blonde hair, stained red with blood, tumbled into his face as he lowered his head. After a few moments, he raised it and pointed at himself. Then he closed his eyes and pointed upwards.

Yuugi watched silently, picking out the message. It was the same.

Look for the one with the Mark of the Disbalanced.

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The light glinted off the blade. Violet eyes stared at it longingly, lovingly, though a hint of revulsion and fear was seen within.

She knows.

"No," he moaned. "She doesn't know, and if she does, she won't tell."

She'll tell. You have to keep her from telling.

"Please," he whispered. "I don't want to kill anymore."

You can't allow her to tell.

Golden hair fell into insane violet. "I can't allow her to tell."

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Ryou stared at his bleeding wrists dully. Emerald filled with unfalling tears as he washed them gently, until they faded away, like all the others.

At least she wasn't in agony this time.

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"Police!"

"Yes, sir, what's the matter?"

"She...she..."

"Please calm down sir; what's going on?"

"The Crimson Lover has come again! She's dead!"

"...We're on our way sir. Stay where you are."

"Oh, god, so much blood..."

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I don't know; I kind of like the choppy breaks. Tell me if you want it more together. No one has guessed it; who is the killer?

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