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I am so sorry I wasn't able to update this in the longest time! I was caught up with pre-summer vacation exams! But it's over, and I'm free! So here's the Update!

Warning: May contain bloody and vivid description of guts and swears. Reader discretion is advised.

Recap: It's nighttime in the Revastan Manor as the YGO gang find a grave message on the wall warning them to get out of the manor. They take no heed, since to them this was a game. They shall soon see that this is no joking matter…no joke at all…and one of their own shall taste the wrath of the spirit's rage…from the most unusual source…

(12:00 Midnight)

Tristan tossed and turned in his sleep, unable to comfort himself. Ever since the incident with the message, he's been highly paranoid. He covered the mirrors in his room with towels, afraid of what he might see. He decided to get out of bed since he was wide awake and fix himself a midnight snack. He put on a robe to warm him up, slipped on a pair of fluffy bedroom slippers.

He peeked out into the corridor and turned on the lights. He then crept over so silently down the stairs and into the kitchen. Upon reaching it, he leaned against the wall and wiped cold sweat from his brow.

'Maybe this is a game after all…' He decided to himself. He then went about his business in higher spirits.

As he was assembling a sandwich, he almost jumped for the ceiling when he heard a chair scrape against the floor. He ran out to the dining hall adjacent to the kitchen and breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh it's just you." He said calmly, settling down just a bit.

Apparently, the newcomer forgot to turn on the lights and bumped into a chair.

"Hey, you want a sandwich?" Tristan asked, nodding his head in the direction of the kitchen.

The newcomer nodded and started walking to the kitchens. Tristan followed suit, happy that he wasn't alone in the room anymore.

After a few minutes, he finished his meal and looked around for his companion. "Hey, where'd you go?" He called out.

He walked out of the kitchen and into the dining hall, where he saw his companion sitting down on the floor.

"Hey…what's wrong…?" He asked, kneeling down make eye contact.

All of a sudden, the newcomer's hand shot up and clasped on Tristan's throat. He choked, and tried to grab on his attacker's shirt. But instead he ripped off something around the person's neck. Then he felt something cold come into contact with his chest.

"How…could you…?" he gasped. His killer just smiled evilly, holding up one of Ethan Revastan's daggers in his free hand.

"So…you're…the one…" Tristan accused, but these were his final words.

The killed then thrust his right hand, the hand holding the knife into Tristan's stomach. In the process; Tristan flailed and scratched the back of his attacker's hand. But the resistance was futile, and the last of his strength left him. His limp body leaned on the attacker, his hand holding whatever he ripped from his attacker locked in Rigor Mortis.

The attacker then stood up, pushed Tristan's dead body aside and walked calmly around the body, holding his right hand, which had a diagonal scratch mark on it. He knelt down, drew a cross mark on his face, and left, snickering all the while.

(Yugi's room, an hour later)

Yugi was sleeping soundly when all of a sudden, the radio in his room turned on by itself and began playing an oriental flute solo, along with a rap-like set of lyrics.

(come-come-come, comin' at you

come-comin' at you

come-comin' at you)

Yo!

Peep the style and the kids checking for it

The number one question is how could you ignore it?

We drop back right in the cut

Over basement tracks

with raps that you backing this up like

(Rewind that!)

Yugi gingerly got out of bed and rubbed his eyes. "Who's playing that music at this hour?" He mumbled to himself as he stood up.

He then noticed that there were voices coming from outside. He groggily walked out of his room to see hie friend up and complaining about the music. While most of them were in Pajamas and Night gowns, Seto had only removed his trench coat and was in a black turtleneck sweater and black leather pants.

"Who the heck is playing music at this hour?" Mai asked angrily, her long hair in curlers. "I need my beauty sleep!"

"You need sleep. I need silence." Seto hissed venomously, glaring at everyone.

"I don't know who or what did this, but I think something happened." Joey said, hugging Serenity tightly.

"What do you mean Joey?" Tea asked crossly, crossing her arms.

"Well, remember what that Sonja girl said? 'If you hear any music playing for no apparent reason, run away, and fast!'?"

Marik rolled his eyes. "What are you saying? We should be scared of music?" He asked.

"Hey…where's Tristan and Mokuba?" Tea asked. Everyone looked around and sure enough they weren't there.

"Mokuba's asleep," Seto replied curtly. "As for the pointy haired freak, I don't have a clue, or a care."

Then, the corridor boomed with the chorus of the song that was playing before.

Tried to give you warning,

But everyone ignores me!

(Told you everything, loud and clear)

But nobody's listening

Called to you so clearly,

But you don't want to hear me!

(Told you everything, loud and clear)

But nobody's listening!

Then, the lights went out. Tea screamed, and Yugi accidentally tripped over the rug. After a few minutes of confusion, the lights came on again, they saw something horrible on the wall.

In long jagged slash marks, a message read:

I tried to warn you…but did you listen? Oh ho,

Nobody's ever going to a little kid!

It's what I always hear! 'You're too young Ethan!'

Well guess what!

I've got one less problem to worry about, if you get my drift…

Follow this line if you want to see your friend…for the last time…

Then after the last sentence, there was a long crooked line along the wall leading down the stairs.

"That little bastard, what did he do to Tristan?" Joey swore angrily, punching the wall.

They all followed the line down the stairs, across the hall and into the dining room. When they looked in, the girls screamed.

Blood lined almost one quarter of the room, Tristan's body was slumped, in a half kneeling position, with a wide gaping hole in his stomach. The blood pooled out and was soaked into the carpet, and there were small indents in the plush, like footsteps leading out of the room. They weren't too far apart, like they were casually walking away. The most horrible of all was Tristan's face. He had a cross mark which started from below his eyes and met on the bridge of his nose, and then extended to his cheeks. His eyes were crying blood drops, and his mouth was open in a silent scream.

"Oh my god…Tristan…" Serenity and Tea wailed, sobbing.

Seto cautiously approached the corpse and examined the body. "He's got bruises on his neck. Meaning he was strangled first." He announced.

"Who would do this?" Yugi asked, his eyes watering.

"I don't know. But I do know this…" Seto replied, standing up. "It was someone with a very small hand. The hand print on his neck is almost invisible. It looks like a woman's hand, but the fingers are sort of thick."

"Thank you Sherlock!" Joey said crossly.

"I'm not done yet." Seto hissed back. "The attacker was also very short. Judging from his position and the indents in the carpet, Tristan was kneeling. It was either the attacker was very short, or they were sitting down."

Seto came out into the hall and said. "You should bury him. I hate seeing blood on such an expensive carpet."

Joey was just about to say something when a glint caught his eye. He came closer to the body and saw something clasped in his dead friend's hand. When he pried it open, he gasped and called out in anger,

"Hey Kaiba! You forgot a very crucial detail: YOU were the one who killed my friend!"

Everyone gasped as Seto turned slowly. "WHAT?"

"I found your card locket in his dead, cold hand!" Joey called back, showing everyone the said locket dangling from his hand.

"How could I, Mutt?" Seto asked. He reached into his shirt, and pulled out his locket. "Mine is right here. Don't tell me you're accusing Mokuba of this?"

Joey glared at Seto, who was glaring back at Joey. Yugi just stepped in between them hands out, palms facing wither of them.

"Can you to just stop it! Our friend was just murdered. How can you argue at a time like this?" He exclaimed angrily.

Seto just narrowed his eyes and turned on his heel. As he passed Joey, he snatched the locket out of his hand. "If you'll excuse me, I'll return this to my brother." He said flatly.

He left, the stares of everyone else following him.

Back in his room, Seto looked over to Mokuba's bed, watching him sleep. The older Kaiba sat down on the corner of the bed.

"That stupid mutt was just blabbing nonsense. How could Mokuba kill his pathetic friend? He can't even handle a butter knife without cutting himself, let alone a dagger…" he assured himself.

As he stood up, he noticed a bundle sticking out from under Mokuba's bed. Seto picked it up, and gasped.

It was Mokuba's yellow jacket, wrapped in his blue and white striped shirt, and the right sleeve was covered up to the elbow in blood.

There you go! The first murder and the first cliffhanger! Hope to see reviews! C'ya!