Aquatic Premonitions

Flammable

It was Bob's first day on the job. He was to perform an autopsy on some twenty-something year old kid. Damn, he was young. Way too young to be dying of a blood vessel popping in his brain. He must have been doing extreme algebra or something.

Bob scratched his head and uncovered the body. He was young, and they apparently cleaned him up before they sent him here. The blood that had been leaking from his nose was gone, and he now looked quite peaceful. He was very tan, and extremely blonde, but nearer to the roots his hair looked more of a dirty blonde, as if he'd been dying his hair. They had left something on him; it looked like a strange key with a loop at the top and pure gold. Bob shrugged.

Bob took his small flashlight and opened an eye. It was bright crimson. The pupil reacted and became very small. Bob jerked back and slammed into the table. He gasped in pain as his back began to ache. He was middle-aged and his back already ached in the mornings.

"What kind of body is this…?"

Bob ignored the reaction and checked the body's pulse. None. For safe measures he checked the temperature. He thought he heard the body groan but… alas he knew he was getting older. He looked at the thermometer and gasped.

Normal temperature. This was getting-

A hand grabbed his wrist and he jerked back and grabbed his heart. The corpse sat up and stretched. An icy stare came from those evil scarlet eyes and sent a chill down Bob's back. The eyes changed to a strange lilac color. The strange eyes focused onto him.

"Who-who are you?" Bob asked.

"Why does it matter to you?" the corpse snapped in a calm voice. "Now, if you would be so kind to get me my clothes… or any clothes in general, I will spare you." Bob nodded, shivering. "And if anyone asks, or you see anyone, make up an excuse. I'll know if you didn't." the living corpse wagged a finger at him, and Bob cringed.

Bob left, confused. He was afraid of a living corpse, but had no idea what it could do. He didn't want to find out either. You see, Bob was rather spineless. He obeyed orders without question.

Finding the corpse's old belongings, he headed back. Bob thought that he would make it without seeing anyone. But Bob was wrong, and he ended up seeing a co-worker.

"Hey Bob, how's life going?" the balding male co-worker asked.

"Just dandy," he replied, nearly sarcastically. "Listen, I'd love to talk to you but I'm really busy with a body right now, so, see ya around." Bob smiled and walked off.

"Bye Bob-buddy," the co-worker smiled and walked away too. Bob sighed.

He looked down at the box that contained the corpse's things. The corpse's name was 'Marik Ishtar'. His things were to be delivered to his sister, Isis after the autopsy.

Well, Miss Isis Ishtar, I'm afraid that will need to be postponed. Bob thought. Then, breathing hard, he reentered the room.

The corpse had been stretching, and was currently staring Bob down. Bob thrust the box of things at Marik and he caught them. Marik looked disdainfully down at his clothes, but put them on. They were bloody, but had been washed for his sister.

After putting them on the corpse got up. He left the box on the table, looking at it for a second. Then he turned his gaze to Bob.

"You will tell no one of our meeting. You will say that the body was stolen. Clear?" Marik asked.

"Yes…" the man stuttered. "Yes, corpse… I mean, uh, that didn't come out right…" Bob stepped back as Marik, or the corpse's face screwed up into a look of extreme anger.

"What did you call me?" he rasped.

And then, Bob was incinerated on the spot. Marik smiled and walked out of the white room. He didn't really feel a loss there.

Marik squinted as he came out into the sunlight. But nevertheless he continued to smile a strange and twisted smile.

I'm going to pay a dear, long-lost friend a visit that was much needed. Don't worry Yami, soon, very soon. Marik thought sadistically.

Yami was smiling with his girlfriend. In just two nights, they would be on a ship to Jamaica. Though Yami hated ships and had bad experiences with them, his girlfriend insisted that he forget.

But Yami could never forget something as persistent as his nightmares. He never told her about them. He never wanted her to worry about them. They were just dreams, right?

Yami laughed with Rachael again as they watched some chick-flick. He wrapped his arm around her. Rachael smiled and played with her blonde ponytail.

But there were other things that the green-eyed girl was naïve to. She didn't know that Yami could play with water a little more then your average person. she hadn't noticed anything when the dishes got done very fast, nor when the water flowed away from their eyes in the shower.

It was not as if Rachael paid attention to details. She was in some sort of happy bliss caused by love. Either that or she didn't care.

The chick-flick ended and Yami yawned. Rachael had her head against his chest and was near sleep. Yami smiled down at her.

"Come on, Rache, let's go take a shower. We don't want to smell like that sweaty guy at the gym tomorrow, do we?" Yami said. Rachael laughed.

"No," she gradually got up and Yami followed.

They walked through their apartment and into the bathroom, where they took a shower together. It was lovely, for Yami and for Rachael. But again, Yami realized that Rachael was oblivious to many details. He still laughed with her and smiled with her, pretending that he too did not see them.

And what a beautiful thing it was for those few seconds. But it all came back to Yami when he was lying awake that night, trying to sleep. The dream had returned this month, more vivid than ever. Yami groaned and got up for a drink when he tripped and ran into a wall.

Great, Yami thought.

Marik trudged through the streets. It was late, and it was very dark, and all the weirdoes were out trying to sell him crack. Marik refused them of course; he had much more important things to do then to get stoned or something. But he wandered the worse part of town, nevertheless, hoping he'd find what he'd been looking for.

After hours of walking, his legs were sore. He didn't care though. He had to find what he was looking for by the next day, so he could be warned. If he wasn't warned, then all will fail. Marik knew it, too.

His dark hands searched inside his shirt to find the golden key. He smiled wearily at it.

Damn, I'm grateful for you. If I hadn't stolen you from Shadii earlier then I would be dead with the whole 'hemorrhage' thing. Marik thought, turning the golden ankh around in his hands.

And so he continued walking until he knew he was almost there. Then he sat down on a park bench and waited. He rested his swollen feet, which were red and throbbing.

When daylight comes….

Yami finished with his drink and then stumbled back to bed. He couldn't find sleep, though. He thought about getting up and taking a sleeping pill, but he was too tired. The problem was actually sleeping. He was very well ready for sleep, he just couldn't.

So, Yami sat there and recalled his vivid nightmare.

There was a girl there, on the cruiser, waving to him. She was taking his picture. Yami nearly recognized her, but her face was a blur. The only other person's face that was recognizable was an obese man's who was drinking red wine and staring off into space.

Yami stepped back to the edge of the cruiser and posed. He was happy, and he could feel it. Smiling, he looked over the edge.

And that's when the water seemed much closer. Then it occurred to him that he was falling. There was a splash, and lots of yelling from the boat, which was very large. Yami tried desperately to swim. He knew he couldn't, and ever since the dream had begun haunting him, he was afraid of water. So, he tried to flail so that he would break the surface, but he couldn't. He reached the top from his flailing around, and tried to get above it. It seemed as if there was some sort of barrier. He pushed at it, but it was like solid glass.

Yami's strength slowly departed. He tried and tried again to break the surface, almost literally, but each time failed. Yami lost all his strength and floated down into the depths, lungs filling with water.

But then Yami shook the dream away. He didn't want to remember it then. he wouldn't ever want to remember it. Besides, it's just a dream, isn't it?

And then Yami finally fell asleep to his dreams. He had other dreams, and not his nightmare.

Daylight came, and Marik woke from his sleep. He saw a small house, just a few houses in front of him. Smiling, he got up and stretched. His legs were no longer red or swollen. Marik fingered the ankh again.

Dragging himself foreword, he began to head for the house. It wasn't very late, and most people were sleeping. But it was a Sunday, and they would be up soon to go to church or get that senior discount at the buffet. Marik approached the house and thought about knocking.

Should I really do this? Marik thought, lowering his hand. Or should it be like my sister says, 'let fate work itself out'?

Marik thought about his sister. She was probably sobbing her eyes out. He felt very bad at that particular moment.

The next thing I do after this whole ordeal is sorted out then I will see her. I promise that Isis. Marik again lifted his hand, but he heard voices from inside and stopped himself.

Peering through the window Marik saw Yami sitting on his couch watching TV. He was alone.

Marik turned back to the door. He held his breath and then knocked on the cheap wooden door. Yami apparently didn't hear because he still sat at the TV, laughing. Marik, now very agitated, knocked harder. Yami looked around, but did nothing.

Marik stood there, jaws clenched and his right eye twitching. He absolutely hated to be ignored. Another girl entered the room and then sat next to Yami. Marik did not know who that was, nor did he really care at that point. He stepped back, sighed, and then launched himself forewords and hammered on the door.

Yami seemed not to hear it. Marik was very angry. But lucky for Yami, so that he would be spared the pain of replacing his cheap door, his girlfriend heard it.

Rachael opened the door to see a very angry looking Egyptian. He stood there as if he was about to kick down the door.

"Hello? Can I help you?" she asked.

"Yes," he seemed much calmer. "I'm here to see Yami."

There was silence then Rachael turned around.

"Yami! Turn that damn TV off! You have a visitor!"

Yami jumped at the shrill tone in Rachael's voice and shut the TV off. He steadily rose and stretched and then walked over to Marik. Rachael left them. Yami looked at Marik, now very confused or very shocked.

"Marik? Is that you?" he asked. Marik nodded. "Where have you been this whole time? I haven't seen you in ages!"

"I was… uh, traveling." Marik said, though it didn't seem very convincing.

"Really? Well, come in." Yami backed off and Marik stepped in to the small house.

Bakura sat in his seat at the coffee store, drinking coffee and looking at his watch. Over the years his physical appearance had not changed at all. His personality was still very fiery, and cruel.

Damn that tomb keeper, he was supposed to be here an hour ago! Bakura thought angrily.

Bakura switched his mind from that topic very quickly though. He started to think about his Ryou, who was working. He wished to go and see him, but he couldn't because Ryou told him that if he ever came within a mile of the damn hospital, he have his ass sued off.

Bakura wanted to say that he was sorry for cheating on him. He was just… having issues. Bakura nearly slammed his fist down on the table.

He's a doctor, he should understand! Bakura looked down angrily. It was just a street hooker anyways, not like it was another actual potential friend.

And another factor was that he was still waiting for Marik to show. Bakura sighed and drank another sip of his coffee, which was getting cold.

Bakura covered his eyes so that no one around him could see that he was crying. He missed Ryou dearly. Ryou had been gone for about three months, and Bakura wasn't making it. First of all, he couldn't really work. He didn't know how some of the jobs worked, and they all required birth certificates and things he didn't have. So he lived with Marik.

He knew about Marik's plan, and what happened to him. Marik had meant to die, or so he said. All Bakura asked of Marik then was that he would say 'hi' to Ryou for him, who works at the ER. He and Marik had planned this out.

Bakura began to sniff, and then he wiped away all his tears. His face was now puffy and red. Someone took a seat across from him. Bakura looked up at the sympathetic face of Marik.

"What's wrong Bakura?" he asked softly.

"I want Ryou back." he moaned, and then went into another crying fit.

Ryou, don't you see Bakura's a total mess without you? Marik thought and then patted Bakura's back.

Once Bakura was calm and had gotten Ryou off of his mind, Marik decided it was time to actually talk to him. Bakura miserably took a sip if his coffee.

"Okay, so did you hold up with your part of the plan?" Marik asked.

Bakura nodded.

"Good. Now it is almost time to reap the benefits." Marik began to laugh cruelly. "Even though our first plan failed, we will make this one work."

Yami was packing. The next day was the trip. He was very excited, as well as Rachael. Happily, he threw in all sorts of clothes. He looked at the untidy pile of clothes in his suitcase. There was nothing there that matched, but Yami didn't care. It's not like he matched then, he didn't care for matching in the future, so was not intentionally not match?

Because Rachael might say something, that's why.

Yami sighed and then removed all his clothes. Slowly, he matched them up. This was one of the only times he ever would match. And it was all for Rachael.

"Whatever," Yami murmured.

"Who are you talking to?" Rachael asked, walking in.

"Myself," Yami said sighing.

"Just making sure everything's okay." Rachael sighed herself and walked out of the room.

Yami looked at her leaving, and then turned back to his matching. He furrowed his eyebrows and remembered what Marik had told him.

"Listen Yami, you can't go on that cruse tomorrow." He had said.

"And why would that be?" Yami asked.

"Because! You remembered that repeating dream that you kept having? You remember it? I do. I don't forget things that easily. It's a prophecy! It will come true!" Marik nearly yelled.

Yami stood there in silence. He shook his head slowly.

"No, I don't believe you."

Marik's jaw dropped. He then clamped it shut and began to growl through his teeth.

"Well, believe me or not, it will happen. Don't say I didn't warn you."

And with that, Marik walked away.

Yami shook his head. He didn't believe it.

But when did Marik ever lie? Last time I didn't believe him he ended up being right. He was right about me bending spoons and controlling water. Yami thought.

Now his good mood was ruined. Yami didn't know what to do, so he stared angrily at the suitcase, as if it had caused the problem. After staring down his suitcase, he shrugged off Marik's warning and continued to pack. After he had 'matching' clothes and everything else he needed, he zipped up the suitcase and sat it down on the floor. Then, he flopped himself down on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

"Yami!" a call came floating into the room. Yami had been nearly asleep when this happened. "Lunch!"

Lazily, Yami lifted himself up and looked at the door. He thought about getting up. He thought about following the smell of grilled cheese… or something to that effect. Then he tossed his legs to the side of the bed and pushed off. His misbalanced himself and slipped onto the floor.

"Yami!" another cry came.

"Coming!" he called back.

Yami pulled himself up using the bed, and then snorted. It was lunch time after all. He walked out of the room and into the kitchen, where Rachael was leaning against a counter. She saw him and smiled, and then her smile quickly faded into a angry looking frown.

"You took long enough." She muttered crossly, handing Yami a plate of grilled cheese.

"Sorry, I fell off the bed." Yami smiled at her.

Rachael couldn't resist herself and she too smiled back. They were happy. In this strange bliss Yami completely forgot about Marik and his warning, which was a very stupid thing of him to do.

"It's very good," Yami complemented, his mouth full.

"Thank you," Rachael replied, mock curtsying. "I slaved over that hot stove for it all day."

The couple laughed. It was a very happy time for them.

Bakura sat up in bed. He was finished with Marik, who lie sleeping next to him. Bakura took out a cigarette, lit it, and then began to cry. As comforting as Marik was, he still wasn't Ryou. Marik gave a moan and a snore, and Bakura briefly looked over. Marik was sound asleep, stark naked. Bakura didn't have anything on either.

Sobbing quietly, Bakura got up, got dressed some, and made himself something to eat. Today was the day. Their plan would either work or fail. Bakura smiled, which was more like a smirk for him and then he took a bite of the sandwich he made. Yes, hopefully they would be successful.

"Bakura?" Marik walked into the kitchen, only in boxers. "What the hell are you doing up at four in the morning?" Marik scratched his ass.

"I couldn't sleep." he said, looking away sadly.

"Stop thinking about that." Marik comforted.

Marik wrapped his arm around Bakura and was kissed on his neck. Marik's hand found its way under Bakura's shirt. Bakura found himself against a wall being furiously kissed. Bakura sadly pushed away Marik.

"I-I can't. Sorry Marik."

"I understand." He muttered quietly and walked back into the bedroom. "Be back soon."

Bakura nodded and then ate solemnly.

Yami woke up smiling. He was smiling so much that he could barely eat his breakfast that Rachael made him, and after awhile his mouth and cheeks started to hurt. But he smiled nevertheless.

"Excited?" Rachael asked. Yami nodded.

"Only a few more hours." Yami replied.

"I know, I can't wait either."

Both of them smiled at each other and that made their morning.

Seto checked his watch. He was getting his hair dyed so that the roots of silver didn't show. Yawning, he put his arm down. The hair dresser said that he was done and he paid. Stepping outside into the light rain, Seto smiled.

It was the perfect day to commit a murder. The sun was nearly out, despite the rain. Seto stepped into his limo, and told his driver to drive to the luxury cruise. The driver nodded, and they were off.

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Yami and Rachael looked up at the big ship. It loomed ahead in the slight rain, white and red. They both smiled at each other. Yami took Rachael's hand and they walked towards the ship.

"Can I see your tickets please?" the ticket man asked, standing at the foot of the stairway that would lead them to the ship.

Yami flashed a smile, as well as both of their tickets. The man smiled at them as well and gestured them up. Once they were at the top a young man in a fancy red suit took their bags to their room.

They set to look around. It was a very large place, and it was very easy to get lost in. Yami and Rachael looked all day, until the sound of the horn blasted and the ship began to move.

And Yami sat in his cell, when the horn blared and the ship to hell's island was prepared to leave. Yami shuddered and knocked the thoughts away. The island of Adolph Hitler. He thought. That's what they called it.

But now, even with the bad memories, Yami was having the time of his life. He thought nothing could ruin this. And at that moment, nothing could.

But for Seto, the situation was much different.

Seto sat in his luxurious room. Jou sat and watched the TV. Years ago, he never thought this possible. But now the mutt had proven useful. In fact, he was a very good body guard/henchman. Tristan might have also made for a good partner, but he was long dead. Seto never mentioned the ­slight (Seto: SLIGHT! SLIGHT I SAY!) attraction for Jou.

"Are you going to do anything but eat and watch TV?" Seto asked, picking at his own fingernails.

"What is there to do?" Jou retorted and Seto fell silent.

There is much to do, you worthless lazy… uh. Never mind. Why bother wasting my thought process thinking about… him. Seto sighed and stole one last look at Jou. Stop it.

Seto stared blankly at the TV. He wasn't watching it really, just thinking his own thoughts. Then he remembered he had to call Mokuba and ask how a business deal went. Ever since Kaiba Corp had almost went bankrupt with the gaming business (contrary to GX, but screw it) they had begun making war weapons again.

Seto picked up his cell phone and lazily dialed the number. It rang a few times and then Mokuba's rich voice answered.

"Hey Seto," he said.

"Hey, how'd the deal go?" Seto asked, getting to the point.

"It went fine. How are you and Jou doing?" Seto's cheeks turned bright red and he made a choking sound. Nimbly, he dashed into the bathroom.

"Don't you ever say anything like that again!" Seto scolded. Mokuba laughed.

"Oh Seto, don't be shy! Go ahead and tell Jou you like him. It's obvious anyways." Mokuba laughed again.

"It's… obvious? How obvious?" Seto's voice cracked.

"Don't worry about it. Just do what you want, okay? Please at least tell him you like him. do it for me."

Seto was silent. He wanted to know about the deal, not Mokuba getting into his love life.

"Please Seto…" Seto groaned.

"Uh… well…"

"Please…?"

"Oh," Seto sighed, giving in. "Alright. You win. I'll… I'll make it known. But if he hates me then it's your fault."

"He won't, trust me. Well, I gotta go, it's lunch here. I love you."

"I-I…" Seto struggled for it. "I love you too, Moky."

Mokuba laughed and both brothers managed a goodbye.

Alright, now how am I going to do this? Seto thought and leaned against the bathroom wall.

Meanwhile Yami and Rachael were having fun. They ate in their room, shoving food into each other's mouth. Both were naked. They didn't eat very much before they got entwined in each other.

So this is a vacation. I like it. I like it a lot. Yami thought with a silly grin on his face.

Seto slunk down on the bed. He looked at the food that room service had brought and sighed. He wasn't hungry. Jou came over to him and sat on Seto's bed.

"You gonna eat that?" Jou asked.

"No," Seto mumbled.

Maybe it's that dammed promise I made that stole my appetite. Seto shoved his face into a pillow. He took it out and looked at Jou wolfing down his food.

"Jou, I have to tell you something."

"Hm…" he mumbled, his mouth full.

"Jou…"

"Hm?"

"Jou—I… uh…"

"Yeah?"

"Jou… I…"

Seto looked up at Jou and into his deep brown eyes.

"I love you," he spat as fast as he could and then he pinned Jou down and kissed him.

"Geez Seto, never knew you were so horny to do it with me. I thought you'd hire someone." Jou said laughing.

"Don't you see? I like you." Seto said quietly, and then he kissed Jou again.

"Really?" Jou nodded after that.

Seto gagged and then ran to the bathroom. He didn't puke but he thought he was going to.

"What's wrong?" Jou appeared at the door.

"You had food in your mouth. That was very, very, vile. Thanks to you I nearly puke." Seto growled.

"Would you rather I brush my teeth?" Jou asked.

Seto didn't reply, he just smiled.

It was morning. Well, late morning and about midday, but not quite. Yami walked arm in arm with Rachael, laughing. He couldn't find a moment where he wasn't laughing. They took pictures of everything, very much so like tourists.

But neither of them minded being tourists.

"Hey, Yami, go pose by that rail there!" Rachael gave Yami a gentle nudge.

"Okay," he agreed and smiled.

Rachael busied herself whilst taking pictures. She stopped when a very buff blonde man walked in front of it.

And unfortunately, she was too busy yelling at him to hear a splash.

Another unfortunate thing was that Yami would have instantly recognized him as Jou, his hikari's best friend… or ex-best-friend.

Only did Rachael turn when Yami screamed. She saw him sink under and into oblivion, never to emerge again.

Only about three feet away, as the life-guards came rushing by, did Seto Kaiba do his part.

"Yes Marik, your plan went smoothly. He's sleeping with the fish now." Seto said into a cell phone.

"Excellent…" Marik purred. "Completely excellent…"

THE END

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