Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.

Warning: Character deaths, may contain disturbing themes. Rating may change.

Her Sweetness: Hey, sorry about the delay. This whole 'multiple fic' thing is really kicking my butt. Heh heh. Well, here ya go, have fun!

— A Few Small Repairs—

With Care And Deceit:

Does Death fear anything?

No.

You have to… there's something you're afraid of. There's something.

Then what is it?

I'm asking you.

You should be asking yourself, sugar.

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He was placed back in his motions when the next day came and classes had begun. The day outside was a little foggy but that was it. Other than the light fog and the dew on the leaves and green grass, the day outside was just as clear as the classroom inside. They barely needed the florescent lighting.

He took his seat like he did everyday. His seat in the back, right next to the window. He made sure he was always right next to the window and he made sure the blinds were always open, especially in the spring. He wanted to be the first to see and greet his lover when it came down, gracing the disgusting and undeserving world with its soft touches.

But today, his lover deemed the world unworthy of even a smile.

'Good… I'm glad they can't see your beauty, feel your touch…' He thought, shifting in his seat and glaring out at his chattering classmates, 'Every time a beautiful raindrop falls on their skin, it's w-wasted… wasted… on them and I just want you all for myself. Me, me and nobody else… I just want to show you…'

"Hey, did you hear about Tea?"

Suddenly, he stopped the workings in his head and turned himself slightly to the left, his face being hidden by his arm. He wanted to hear this. While he had never, ever ever wanted to hear their retched voices, while he had never been interested in their mindless babble of lives they thought were important, this was important. They knew of what he had done. But he doubted they knew it was him.

"No, what happened?"

"S-She's… dead…"

"… No, she isn't, you're lying!"

"No, I'm not…! Sometime yesterday, a lunatic crawled through her window and killed her… It was on the news all yesterday and this morning, too, my dad said they think it was someone who knew her."

"W-Why do they say that?"

"I don't know. It's something about passionate violence, that a random murderer would've probably shot her, but this murder seemed personal."

"I… can't believe it… She was just here, yesterday. She was standing right in front of us."

He listened on, head buried, face hidden from the world. Eyes glistening, lips curved, breathing steadily, maybe not at all. The girls, her friends, spoke about the date of her funeral and the boys said nothing but he felt their every emotion. Just another girl gone. They'd miss her beauty and how easy she was, anywhere, anytime… But there was another. And another. The list was endless and so were the possibilities.

Listen to them, sugar, listen… They're talking about what you did; they're talking about your handiwork. They don't really care, they don't. She was just one, just one. There're billions more, sugar, what do you think about that?

"…" He shifted slightly again and closed his eyes, a small fire flickering deep inside. He said nothing, thought nothing and waited for the tingling in his head to cease.

What will you do now?

"Yugi's really torn up over it." He heard someone say. He and the voice listened.

"He's not here today; did he take the day off?"

"Yeah. I think he had some kind of huge crush on her; at least that's what the rumors were. No one's seen him since last night, I hope he's okay."

There was no warning when a twinge of pain hit his temple. He shuttered and shook violently, but managed to keep it under control as not to bring attention to himself (would they really pay attention?). Another violent shock took over his entire head as he heard them continue their conversation, continue it and make him angry, mad; unhappy.

His arms shook as he pushed himself up from his desk; his palms face down against the cool wood. He lifted his head and walked slowly up to the front of the room, feeling eyes on his back. For once, they saw him, for once. He stood in front of the teacher and his computer as he clicked on his mouse again. His headache worsened.

"I'd like to go home." He spoke softly; his limp, feathery bangs were masking his eyes.

"…" There was another click, "Do you feel ill?"

"I do. I'd like very much to go home and lay down."

"Do you need for the school to call a cab—"

"No. No, I'll walk. Thank…" His voice trailed off as he turned on his heel and opened the door, leaving the classroom in stunned silence. They rarely ever heard his voice and when they did, it was not so stoic. He'd always feigned sweetness. Made sure his voice was airy, light and fluffy like cotton candy. Pink and sugary and made sure everyone loved his voice. He didn't care anymore. All cloaks and disguises… he had no use for them anymore.

In less than five minutes, he was out on the street in front of the school. From outside, from outside the school building, things did not seem as pleasant as they once did. Things seemed a tad bit dreary, if that was the right word. Dreary. Though there was no sign of his lover, no sign at all, there was a touch of wind that shook the trees and their green leaves. He looked up as he crossed the street and did not see a lovely, blue sky but some grey and full clouds.

The dull throb on the side of his head made him go faster. He remembered he had not stopped at his locker for assignments and books. He remembered that he did not even pick up his backpack when he'd left the classroom. But that was always something the motions would take care of. He would never worry about forgetting those kinds of things because he couldn't, because he never did them, they were always the motions.

But the motions did not come today.

He knew this when he realized that he was walking a different way. He was not going home. He was going down the next street, and the next and the next. Passing some adults and senior citizens that looked at him wearily. Thinking he was skipping school, thinking he was a bad person.

'I'm not a bad person, I'm not…' He winced. Standing right at a cross section, having pressed the button and was waiting for the light to change, he heard a call. He heard his name. He lifted his head and looked to his right; to his surprise and disappointment, a lithe, blonde god was starring at him, calling his name again. He pressed the button again, more hurriedly, hoping for the cars to at least stop, but they were going too fast for him to cross.

But the god was much more fortunate in the aspect that his light chanced immediately and before he knew it, he was standing right next to him. The god was wearing his signature belly shirt which rose almost to his chest as he held his hands behind his back and tilted his head slightly to the left.

"What are you doing here? Did school let out early or something?"

"No. No, it didn't, I… I don't feel well." He answered, avoiding eye contact. The light changed finally, but he didn't move. They stood there for a good moment before the god tilted his head even further and he seemed to be looking at his friend's side.

"… What… What is that, Ry—"

"What is what… Ah, oh…" He looked back and out of his back pocket, there was the head of a screwdriver sticking out, its rusty tip was very noticeable on the background of his blue uniform. At the same time they both felt their heartbeats quicken. He had no idea how it came to be in his pocket, he thought he'd left it in his bed this morning. How did it get there?

Do not lie to yourself, sugar. You know how it got there. You know

"I-I don't know!" He almost shouted, turning back to his friend, "I… don't know how this got there, I…"

"…" A shadow passed over the Egyptian's face before he looked up and into the boy's eyes. He starred for a long moment, what seemed like hours, and his lavender eyes locked his chocolate, "Where are you going today?"

"… I don't know…" His eyes showed more than confusion. He blinked and looked back towards the other side of the street, where he was heading a few minutes ago. "I-I don't know where I'm going. Malik. I'm…"

"Come here." He grabbed onto the teen's arms with his hands and pulled him close, up to where they were behind a tree close to the street. When he was sure no one was around or listening, he continued, "Whatever you've done, whatever you were going to do, I want it to stop, right now. I know you. And I know how you feel sometimes, trust me, but this is not the way… Go home. What I need for you to do is go home, I'll come with you. I'll stay with you all night if you want, but you need to go home. You can't be out here." He let out a breath, letting go of one of his hands and reached down, feeling the tip of the rusty screwdriver, running his fingers over it and shuddering, "We need to go to your house, alright?"

"B-But…"

"It's okay." Malik let his eyelids droop and his forehead touched his friend's, "We'll make sure that nothing happens to anyone and certainly not to you… I won't tell…"

His eyes widened as he drew away just a little, his hands still being held softly. "You don't understand, I… I'm doing this for someone…"

He gripped his wrists tighter, "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know!"

With that last cry, he broke away fully from the other teen's grasp and ran down the sidewalk and across the street, despite the heavy traffic. Horns blew, shouts made the air heavy and trees blurred around him as he ran and continued to do so even though he hard his name again and again.

It seemed like days before he stopped running. He could've sworn the moon came out, but it didn't and it was only minutes when he fell, panting to his knees and gasping for breath.

Why did you lie to your friend like that, sugar? Why betray the one who cares for you with lies and deceit?

"I didn't lie!" He cried out, eyes still closed and still hunched over with his hands on his knees, "I-I don't know what's happening, I don't know where I am… Please…"

I care about you, too, sugar. Keep that in mind while you pretend not to know anything…

"…" He'd finally obtained enough oxygen in his lungs to stand and lift his head to find he knew where he was. To find he knew exactly where he was and why he had left school. In front of him was a simple building, made up to be enticing to any teenager's eye, it was the Kame Game Shop. He'd been there a few times before. Seen a few rooms, watched a few videos with 'friends' and feigned laughter and happiness. Done as he was meant to do.

A feeling of dizziness fell over him as he walked up the path and stood at the front door with his eyes closed for a moment. He made a noise in the back of his throat and grabbed the doorknob, turning and opening it.

A bell rung above his head as he entered the store section of the building. Duel Monsters cards surrounded him suddenly and other games and guidebooks. He tried not to pay attention to them as he walked further into the place, his sneakers padding on the tiled floor. No one was at the counter. He sighed and put his hand on the wooden rail, steadying himself as he went up the stairs.

The carpet was much softer on the second floor, he barely made any sound going down the hallway. He could've not been there at all. He stopped at an oak door, deep brown wood almost making designs if you starred at them long enough. Lifting his fingers to the door, he felt the lumber's smooth yet coarse surface.

He smiled, sadly.

The door opened, but not by his hand and as soon as it had opened, a shrill shriek echoed from the boy who had opened it. He was about a foot taller than the boy who screamed and took a step back and fell onto his bed in the room and looked up, shaking and wheezing, grasping at his chest.

"R-Ry—"

"I'm sorry, Yugi… did I scare you…?"

"Yes!" He shouted, his large eyes narrowed as he moved his blonde bangs out of his eyes and back to meet his other, red and black locks of hair. He stood shakily from the bed and lifted his head more. It was then that he noticed all the tearstains on Yugi's face, running in different directions all coming down to meet his chin. He sniffed, "I-I didn't even hear you come in. What're you doing here…?"

"… Where's your grandfather, Yugi?"

He tilted his head and rubbed his red eyes with his sleeve, turning around, "He went to the store."

It was quiet for a few minutes until sniffles started and Yugi turned away and walked to the head of his bed, sitting and trying to get himself to stop. He looked over at the crying boy and immediately heated when he had seen the picture on the bedside table. The beautiful frame, the delicate curves and details on it and the horrid, ghastly picture inside. Brown hair whipping around her face, she looked off the other way and wasn't aware of the photographer taking her picture and admiring her face, her body, her curves.

Yugi sobbed.

He growled under his breath and balled his fists, "She was a slut!"

"…" Suddenly, the boy turned his head up to his companion who had just blurted out what the whole world needed to hear. His eyes were wide and tears still ran down his face as he croaked out, "T-That's not true, you don't know what you're talking about!"

"I know more than you think I do." His voice dripped venom as his chocolate eyes deepened into a cherry, chocolate color, bright and jagged. Seconds later, he took in a sharp breath and his eyes widened again, turning back into those same doe eyes that he always wore. Looking around, frantically, he groaned and held onto his head with one of his hands, rubbing his temple, "I-I…"

"… What's wrong?" He heard that familiar voice coming up to him, closer and full of sincere concern. "C-C'mon, you can… you can tell me what's wrong."

He cried out as his headache worsened. "No, please…!"

"What's wrong?" The voice was more urgent now as Yugi grabbed his hand and looked at him.

In one motion, he pushed the smaller one away with enough force to land him back on the bed. He immediately recovered from the blow and looked at his companion with wide, asking eyes. Before anything could be said, he reached into his back pocket and grabbed his screwdriver, taking it and throwing it onto the floor in front of Yugi as he yelled something unintelligible.

"What…?"

"Kill me now or I swear I'll kill you!"

--

I had a bad dream last night… I-I think you were in it.

Oh, really? That's nice to hear, you dreaming of me… Was I sweet to you in this dream, sugar?

… You… didn't say anything…

Then what did I do?

You smiled at me…

Oh, sugar, that wasn't a dream. I'm smiling at you now…And I will continue to smile at you, for as long as we are together…