Disclaimer: I don't own YGO, and I don't own the ideas I borrowed from Reaper.

Posted: 11/4/07

AN: Malik is the hikari

Ryou The Reaper

By Fired Icicle

Chapter Six: A Demon

The five stood in a circle, wearing black Halloween costume robes, in what looked like a school storage room. They were standing on a badly drawn circle with symbols written next to it. The room was relatively dark.

"Why am I here?" An annoyed voice asked in the dark. "I thought that I told you morons that if you guys are going to do something stupid I didn't want to know about it, much less be included."

"Shut up Yami." Bakura snapped annoyed. "This will only take a few minutes. Then you can go back to doing your homework like a loser."

"Whatever," Yami muttered. "This won't work anyway."

"Will too." Marik glared. He'd worked very hard on the circle.

"Will not." Yami corrected. "The circle is made out of ketchup and I'm pretty sure it's copied out of that one movie where everyone dies."

"That doesn't matter." Malik said. "It's the thought that counts. Everyone knows that."

Yami sighed. He still didn't know why he had to be here.

"Start chanting your lines on the count of three." Bakura commanded.

"I still don't think this is a good idea." Ryou said frantically.

"Shut up." Bakura said. "We are doing this for you. One, two, three!"

"Oh oh ne ne golee o ne ho ho ho," Everyone chanted, although Ryou was faintly mumbling it and Yami was dully reading it of his paper.

"Repeat!" Bakura shouted evilly, and then gave a menacing laugh before joining the others in the chanting.

"This is one of the most ridicules things I've ever done." Yami said, thinking back to how he had ended up here. Malik had called and said he had come back to school, but had accidentally locked himself in a storage room and needed help getting out. Yami, being his usual trusting self and knowing what an idiot Malik was, had believed him. Yami should have known better. "And now I'm talking to myself."

The room shook and the summoning circle glowed.

"No way." Yami stated.

"Oh no!" Ryou said eyes wide.

"Take that Yami!" Bakura said gleefully.

Malik and Marik just crackled together evilly.

A shape was forming at the center of the messed up circle. "Step off the circle and don't smudge the blood!" Bakura ordered. Everyone stepped back.

The form in the circle solidified. There stood a demon and there was no mistaking him for anything else. He was all red with horns and a long tail with a pointed tip. He was also two feet tall and slightly pudgy. In his hands he was carrying a pitchfork.

"Hola!" The demon said giving a crooked teeth grin. "You called and I came. What can I do for you today, Bakura?"

"The demon knows your name?" Ryou asked dryly.

"That can't be a good thing." Yami stated.

"Hola Jojo." Bakura replied ignoring Ryou as usual and Yami as well. "I need some information on a murderer that escaped from Hell within the last few days."

"Murderer?" Jojo repeated. "Are you talking about Bob Nakamura?"

"Er, I might be?" Bakura said uncertainly. Bob Nakamura?

"Bob Nakamura was a lady killer." Jojo said.

"Lady killer?" Malik questioned.

"Yep. He killed woman." Jojo nodded. "He knocked them off in a variety of ways. No one is quite sure why. He was rather crazy though. Anyway, he just escaped from Hell."

"Then he's probably the guy we're looking for." Bakura said.

"Most likely. He is the only escapee. It happened a few weeks ago." Jojo agreed. "Need anything else?"

"Nope."

"Excellent. Now you know the drill, where is my sacrifice?"

"Right here." Bakura said as he grabbed Yami by his costume and pushed him in the circle.

"BAKURA!" Yami screamed as he and the demon disappeared in a column of flames.

"Oh no. Bakura what have you done?" Ryou asked in shock, his eyes wide.

"Nothing as bad as it seems." Bakura said. "Yami can get out of Hell easily using the shadows. Marik did so when I used to use him as a sacrifice before he stupidly got his powers sealed."

"What?" Malik asked in disbelief. "How many times have you summoned demons?"

"Oh, I don't know. Probably around ten."

"And how come I never knew?" Malik glared angrily at Bakura and his yami.

"It just never came up."

"So Yami's going to be alright." Ryou asked.

"Probably. I did fine in Hell." Marik said. "It was actually kind of cool there.

"How comforting." Ryou groaned.

"Cheer up Ryou." Bakura said. "We learned about the murderer didn't we? He sounds easy enough to catch."

"Yeah." Malik agreed, but still glared at Bakura and his yami. "Let's go watch the news. We can find out if Bob Nakamura has killed any ladies lately."

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