Yet another chapter. Happy 4th of July! R&R.
Disclaimer: Nope. I still don't own Yu-gi-oh or its characters.
Chapter 78 days ago…
They had just arrived at the restaurant. Yami Bakura had made reservations ahead of time to ensure they had a private table. Bakura smiled inwardly at his yami's thoughtfulness. Usually he wouldn't even consider eating in such a crowded place, even if they were sure they wouldn't run into any of the gang they hated so much. When the waiter had arrived at their table, Yami Bakura glared at him. Bakura lightly kicked him under the table.
"What can I get you sirs?" the waiter asked.
A nice weapon to behead you with. We left all ours in the car.
"Yami, I know what you're thinking. Don't think about it again," Bakura whispered. "We'll just have everything on this page."
"Everything?" the waiter repeated, staring. "Did you look at this page?"
"No. But I don't care what I eat so bring me whatever. And him too," he replied.
"Fine."
He's annoying.
"Bakura, why did you do that?" his yami asked.
"Do what?"
"Do the very thing you told me not to do?"
"Which would be?"
"You told me to be nice and polite to everyone. But then you turned around and pissed the waiter off. If I have to be nice, so do you."
He groaned. "I guess I could try. But yami, you weren't being so good when you were thinking of a way to kill him," he said.
"How did you know that's what I was thinking?" he asked curiously.
"Because earlier you said that if you love someone you can tell what they're thinking. Well, I tried it and it turns out that it works. I never knew before because I never really tried to guess. But there you go." He looked around, very bored.
"Nice," he replied, looking at him in amazement. "I didn't think something I said would work on anyone but myself." He paused. "Are you bored?"
"No," Bakura lied.
"Tell the truth."
"Yes. I'm very bored. This place isn't exciting at all," he said.
"I thought you liked going out to dinner."
"I think I would've preferred staying in the bedroom all night."
"You have a very naughty mind indeed."
Of course I do. It's weird. After getting married, I want to fuck even more than I did before we were married. I guess once I got the chance I was into it and wanted more. But right now I don't feel like fucking. I feel like killing. I don't want my yami to know that though because he might think I've completely lost it. Then again, he might really like it. He does enjoy killing.
"And you've started thinking again," Yami Bakura said loudly. "Should I bother asking or are you going to tell me that you can't again?"
"I would tell you, but I don't want you to freak out on me," Bakura replied.
He laughed. "I doubt you could make me freak out."
"I have before," he pointed out.
"That was different."
"No it wasn't." He sighed. "Do you want to know or not?"
"I want to know."
I don't think I should tell him. But I guess I'll have to.
"All right." He sighed. "I feel like killing someone right now."
His yami's eyes lit up in excitement. "Who do you want to kill?"
"I don't really care. Anyone. I just have this urge to mutilate, and it won't go away."
"Glad to see that I've finally managed to destroy any morals you might have had. I always hoped you'd enjoy killing like I do, and you finally do. Fuck this place. We can go out killing people instead."
He stood up, but Bakura pulled him back down. "I'm hungry. We'll kill after I eat."
Next day…"It's good to be home," Bakura said, stretching. He had just dropped his bags onto the couch. "Although I will miss that beach. And all the fun we had while we were there."
"As will I," Yami Bakura said. "Now, let's get these into the bedroom so we can unpack later."
They picked up their bags and walked to the bedroom. Bakura kicked the door lightly with his foot and it swung open. As soon as it did, he was greeted by about a dozen police officers, and right behind them, Tristan. The officers swooped down on him and his yami and tried to handcuff them, but they both ran for it.
"Shit! How did they get in?" Bakura asked, running as fast as he could to the front door."
"Probably broke the lock or something. Who cares? We gotta get out of here!" Yami Bakura exclaimed.
But before they could get out of the house, one of the officers shot at them. He missed and broke their window, but the bullet surprised them enough that they stopped. Bakura looked at his yami, who slipped his hands into his pockets. Knowing what he was thinking, he did the same.
"Let me see your hands!" one of the officers barked.
Bakura slowly raised his hands, slipped a knife into his sleeve as he did so. His yami, however, didn't move his hands.
"I said, let me see your hands!" he yelled.
"I don't think you want to," Yami Bakura said. "You'll regret it if you do."
"Don't threaten me," he said. "I'll have you imprisoned for life if you do."
"Might I ask why you're in our home?" Bakura asked.
"You're suspects in a murder," he said.
"Whose murder?" Bakura asked.
"The man who used to live here, the landlady who we know didn't go on vacation, and a girl named Tea Gardner, who was last seen in the same shopping mall as you two. Witnesses say that she said something to you and you attacked her. She was reported missing two days later. We haven't found a body, but we know enough to suspect that she is dead."
"Well, until you have the proof, you can't arrest us," Yami Bakura said, his hands still in his pocket.
"I've got enough proof to have you behind bars long enough to get the rest of the evidence. After that, you two should be getting a life sentence."
"And why is he here?" Bakura asked, pointing at Tristan.
"He's the one who reported Tea Gardner as missing, and he's the one who gave us the address. He's given us quite a bit of information," the officer said.
"Like what?"
"You escaped arrest back in Japan, you nearly killed the young man, and you've been murder suspects before, but somehow got away with it, even though he's convinced that you did it. Now, let me see your hands."
"Fine."
He lifted up his hands slowly, then shot the officer. The other officers raised their guns, but Yami Bakura had two guns, one in each hand, and he took out as many as he could. Bakura slipped the knife into his hand and threw it across the room, hitting the last officer right in the head. Now only Tristan remained. He kept his eyes on the guns, then on the knife that Bakura had just jerked out of the dead officer's head.
"Look guys, can't we just talk this over?" Tristan asked nervously. He was beginning to sweat.
"Maybe you should've thought of that before you opened your fucking mouth and called the police on us. Not to mention calling Yugi and telling him where we are," Yami Bakura replied.
"Look, I didn't know what had happened when I called him," Tristan said. "If I had-"
"If you had, you would've called sooner," Bakura interrupted. "Don't try to use that bullshit with us. It will only cause your death to occur sooner."
"I'm begging you! I'll do anything to keep myself alive!" Tristan exclaimed desperately.
"Anything?" Yami Bakura's eyes lit up. Tristan nodded slowly. "Good. Tell us where we can find Duke Devlin and Serenity Wheeler."
"Why do you want them?" Tristan asked suspiciously.
"None of your goddamn business. Now tell us, fuckhead or your body will be as mutilated as Tea's."
"So you did kill Tea," Tristan said, his eyes widening in horror. "How do I know you don't plan on killing Duke and Serenity too?"
"You don't know. Now tell us," Bakura said.
He eyed the weapons again, then took a deep breath. "They're staying at the hotel right across the street from the mall that Tea was last seen at."
"Good boy," Yami Bakura said.
"Now, let me go," Tristan said.
"I don't think so," Bakura said.
"You said you'd let me live if I told you!" Tristan exclaimed, panicking.
"I lied," Yami Bakura replied. "What else is new?"
He raised both guns and fired them at the same time. Right when he fired them, Bakura threw the knife and hit Tristan right in the stomach. The first bullet went right into his forehead, spraying blood onto the wall behind him. The other bullet struck him right in the heart. Blood was pouring from all three wounds, staining the carpet.
"Damn. I've gotta go buy more carpet cleaner," Bakura grumbled. "Why can't we kill people outside so it's less messy?"
"Forget about that. Let's get the bodies in the backyard."
"I thought you said the smell would attract the neighbors."
"We're only putting them there for a few minutes."
"What are you planning on doing to the bodies?"
"Burning them."
Present day…"Tristan's…dead?" Yugi asked in horror. He started hyperventilating. "I can't believe it! How could you?"
"Well let's see. I threw the knife and my yami shot the guns. That's how," Bakura replied with a small laugh.
"You're sick," Yami said angrily. He was very pale and wasn't breathing normally. Joey was throwing up in the garbage can.
"Damn it Wheeler you need to get a fucking backbone!" Bakura exclaimed. "Be a man."
Joey didn't reply. When he wasn't vomiting in the garbage, he was crying. Yugi looked on the verge of tears, and Yami was trying to look as calm and collected as possible. Bakura was laughing at all three of them.
"What the fuck is so funny?" Yami asked, glaring at him.
"You guys! You didn't act like that when you found out I killed Tea!"
"It's the fact that you killed two of our friends and sound happy about it," Yugi said, shaking with anger.
"If you hurt my sister…I will beat you within an inch of your life," Joey said weakly, trying not to vomit again. "And I'll kill you when your precious yami walks in so he can see you die. Then I'll kill him right before your eyes close so that way the last sight either of you see is each other's dying bodies."
"Wow. That's rather sadistic of you Wheeler," Bakura replied. "I didn't know you had it in you. But I assure you that if you were to try that, you'd been dead long before either of us would be on the verge of death."
Joey didn't reply, as he was throwing up some more. Yugi was still shaking in anger, though he seemed unable to speak at all. Yami was glaring at him, clearly debating whether or not he should kill him now to spare the rest of them.
"So should I continue or do you idiots need even more time to depress yourselves over your long-dead friends?" Bakura asked.
"Just continue, you fucked up psycho," Yugi replied, not looking at him.
"With pleasure."
End Chapter 7Review please! I know I'm a total bitch for killing off two main characters now, but what can I say? It was necessary. And there's plenty more dead bodies throughout the rest of the story. The ending has already been planned out. I've just gotta fill in the rest of the story. Don't forget to review! Chapter 8 coming soon!