Ryou: Esther does not own YGO
Esther: I know. Don't rub it in
Era: SHUT UP! ON WITH THE FIC!
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Chapter 6
First death
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Ifeel inhuman now. The stage is set, the traps ready. The hints are all there. Good luck Bakura.
The timing is right, everyone is in the room.
FOOLISH MORTALS! Bakura turns around angrily as the audio booms out. HAVE YOU NOT REALIZED YET? NOT ONE OF YOU IS COMING OUT ALIVE! I wince, maybe I made it a little too loud. Yet no one will notice it's me for I spoke without my accent and I spoke without my softness. YOU HAVE NO CHOICE! I added this just for some cruel amusement. YOU WILL ALL DIE, OR YOU CAN FIND OUT WHO I AM! UNTIL THEN, ALL WILL DIE UNTIL NONE OF YOU ARE LEFT. THIS IS A GAME WITH NO RULES! IT'S EVERYONE FOR THEMSELVES, AND NO ONE WILL SURVIVE!
GOOD LUCK, THE TIME IS TICKING AND YOUR LIFE GROWS SHORTER.
The audio trailed off then. I frighten myself sometimes. You know me as the soft, weak, and shy Ryou. I am Weak. Weak enough to want to not go down to Hell all by myself. I refuse to think of myself as strong. You see, I was condemned as a child. I grew up to be Bakura's reincarnate, and I, I was cursed, just as much as he. Why did I not fight stronger against Bakura? Why did I allow him to return? Why did I distance myself from the Pharaoh? Call me worthless for I care not. For he, like many, many years ago, he destroyed my life. Indirectly, And oh, so directly. He may be the noble and strongest duelist in the world, but I don't care. Yugi's grandfather told you the tale of his Blue Eyes, did he not? Well, they most certainly would have died, had Yami not been there still. He knew that it would be this man's grandson who would free him, so he traded a life for Solomon Moutous. He took my mother and my sister. I didn't know it at first, but thanks to the Millennium Eye, I know more, so much more! He took my Mother and my innocent sister, all because they reminded him too much of Bakura! He had been the cause of Bakura's evil yet he blames everyone but himself! You don't know how much I bloody fuckin' hate him! I would damn him to hell five times and back. Bakura only knows an intense dislike, a quiet hatred of the Pharaoh, and it is so much more dangerous than mine. Tears sting my eyes as I remember my sister's last minutes.
Her eyes were wide and shocked. When she looked at me, I know she was worried for me! Her last words, they put the spark to the hatred that burned so deeply now. "Ryou, brother, not… accident…" she struggled to push the words out. I tried to hush her, someone pushed me aside and attempted to silence her. A tri color haired boy with Ruby eyes. Yami. I pushed him away and let her speak, motivated to hear what she had to say. " Traded… lives… for … Moutous…" her eyelids started to flutter. " will try to kill… you… stay alive… avenge…" Her breathing became ragged.
Enough though, for it won't be he that I dispose of tonight. No, it is Anzu. Everybody here has a story for their being here. I will finish Yami's when it is his turn.
Anzu… The little friendship slut.
"Ryou, Ryou?" The voice turns impatient. "AIBOU! SNAP OUT OF IT!" Somebody shakes me. My eyes grow wide. Not again!
I can smell it. I can feel it. I feel so faint, and he shakes me awake. He demands payment for all his blasted years of 'caring' for me. I do nothing. He shakes me harder until I can almost feel the seams in my neck fall apart. My world goes black.
Suddenly, I feel myself returning. I'm covered in a cold sweat. My heart is racing, and I clutch onto my yami. I sob, I don't know why, I sob. It's so damned hard, locking all these feelings out. Bakura is startled, I know. But he holds me, and he comforts me, merely by letting me know that he is there.
He does not know why I am so emotional, but when the time comes, he will know more than enough.
I can feel Anzu's heated gaze upon the back of my head, like two blazing lasers sizzling into the back of my skull, imprinting her hatred. I know that she would like nothing more than to be in Bakura's arms and push me out of the way. Bakura's hold on me tightens; he despises this vile, annoying, thing. I slightly move, making myself comfortable against his chest where his heartbeat almost lulls me to sleep.
I should explain Anzu later, after her death I suppose.
NEXT DAY, Midnight
"Ryou? Can I talk to you please?" Anzu spoke. I nodded curtly, knowing exactly what she wanted. I followed her outside. Everyone was asleep. Bakura for all his watchfulness and Malik for all the tomb keeper habits were dead asleep. Every one of them had been drugged. I had been the first to fall asleep for I had needed sleep. I needed to be awake now. When Anzu finally woke up. Her portion had been smaller than the others. She would wake at midnight. Like me. I smile in my usual way at her, putting on my mask of sincere happiness. I've become good at that. Yes, I have become the finest actor in the world.
Foolish girl, she moves the drugged bodies, not realizing them for what they were. She slowly gets to the balcony.
Normal POV
Anzu narrowed her eyes cruelly. "What are you trying to pull off Ryou? Why do you stick to the hope that Bakura will ever love you? You know it is I that he will fall for." She waited for Ryou's answer. When she rubbed her eyes sleepily, she could've sworn that she'd seen the blade of a knife.
She looked at Ryou again. But Ryou wasn't there. "I'm up here Anzu." Ryou's voice floated down the stairs. She looked up to see Ryou at the top of the stairs before turning. She scrambled up the stairs to catch up to Ryou. He was always gone before she could catch up to him. She started sweating and her breath became ragged.
Her muddy hair was plastered to the side of her face. Her blue eyes started to cloud over.
Finally she stumbled into a pitch-black room. She collapsed on the ground breathing heavily, greedily sucking in air. Ominously, she felt the presence of someone behind her. She turned around up her nervously, a chill climbing up her back. Could it be that freaky voice that they'd heard? She sighed in relief when she saw who it was. Ryou stood in the doorway, seemingly illuminated by the torches in the hallway. His face was hidden in the shadows so she couldn't possibly see the half crazed look on his face.
"Oh, it's just you." She sighed, trying to stand up. "Well, are you going to answer my question?"
Ryou didn't say a word, he merely approached, slowly. He reached into the depths of his jacket, slowly drawing something out. For the second time that night, Anzu saw the glint of a knife. "Ryou? Ryou?"
He drew the knife out, not really planning to use it.. But she didn't need to know that, now did she? He lifted his face so that she could see the cruel smirk on his face. He playfully licked the tip of the knife, loving the look of fear and hatred in Anzu's face.
"Afraid?" He asked in a low voice, almost husky. It was hard to believe that this was Ryou, not Bakura. Anzu shivered in something that resembled fright. "Good, you should be."
"Ryou? What are you doing?"
"Delivering Justice." She took a while for the words to sink in.
"Wh-What?"
"Remember Ariana? Poor, sweet Ariana. She was a wonderful dancer, wasn't she? I believe she was your best friend too."
Shock appeared on her face as realization dawned upon her. "H-How could you know about that bitch?" she asked, her voice shrill. Rage covered Ryou's face.
"Bitch? No, I believe that would be you. You took away my only friend at the fuckin' school. And I demand payment." His smile was almost fanged as he approached her in a frightening manner. She stumbled back and screamed as she felt wires against her back. Barbed wire. It cut into her back, drawing blood. Suddenly, another wire dropped over her neck and pulled. Her breathing stopped as she started to scream.
"No one can hear you Anzu." And he left, sweeping out the door and down the stairs. He hesitated before curling up next to Bakura, savoring the sweet warmth.
He didn't want to hear the screaming tomorrow morning.
Unnoticed by anyone but Ryou, a new painting was hung up. It would be discovered. It was patient. For unknownst to anybody, except maybe the artist, it had a life of it's own. And anything that happened there, past or future, or rarely even present, it would happen, or had already happened.
Fate's sister Death stopped in front of the mansion that night, smiling cruelly as she took the struggling girl's soul to Judgment.
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The girl blinked and stared as did the male sitting next to her. So many different points of views written as they were happening, not at all as if they had been written down on a piece of paper. Another mystery at its best. And that last sentence? Could there have been something going on, beyond their imagination? Never mind, it was late. They both stood to leave and turned the lamp off before going together.
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O.o. I'm a wee bit weird here. Sorry…
Taro: groan I'm the muse to a psycho! ARRGH!
Esther: TARO! SHUT UP!
Era: Actually, he's right munches on apple
Esther: SHUT UP ERA!
Bakura: She's right
Esther: silently fuming
Ryou: Sorry, I've got to agree with them
Esther: NOT YOU TOO!
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Bourei no Hikari: Thank you! I'm glad you liked the song and I'm glad that you still want me alive! Please continue to read. And like i said, the sequel to All by Myself is up!You changed your name, didn't you ?
Yugi and Mai: Cool, thanks Mai! I love your story and i'm honored that you'd read one of mine. Yes, it's true, it's way too easy to fancy anime characters. it's cool how similar we are. And Hi YUgi!
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