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

Posted: 2/27/08

AN: Malik is the hikari

AN: Next chapter coming soon

Ryou The Reaper

By Fired Icicle

Chapter Eight: Lucy

The library was a great help. In old articles, news papers, and on the net he had found a great deal of information about Bob Nakamura. This made Ryou feel both satisfied and depressed. On one hand he now knew everything he needed to about Bob Nakamura. Where he was born, where he lived, who his victims where. On the other hand, he could now see that the only way he would accomplish anything would be with Bakura, Malik, and Marik's help. As much as he didn't want to admit it, the three morons were a rather scary bunch. Sure they would likely make a mess and take the longest, hardest, and most difficult path, and there might be some property damage. But in the end Ryou had no doubt the soul would be begging to go back to hell. Plus they still had his sword.

According to various sources, Bob Nakamura (33) was a serial killer who was gunned down by a potential victim's daughter (8) in 1942. The police had been on his trail for several months before his death. Bob Nakamura was suspected to have killed over 10 women, all around the same age as him. Methods used included rare Amazonian poisons, medieval torture devices, modern art, and frozen food. The cops had never found out why he committed these murders, but the common assumption was that he had lost his mind.

Ryou sighed. He was a bit disappointed that that was the best explanation trained professionals could come up with. Ryou clicked the print button to print out his copy and pasted list of similarities between past victims. Although, there really wasn't that many similarities other then that they were all woman and killed while out of the house. Perhaps detective work wasn't all that great back then.

In addition to looking into Nakamura's past, Ryou also looked into current news. He searched for any woman who had been murdered the past few weeks that shared similarities with the latest victim. He found 5 woman, who while didn't share the similarity of how they were murdered; they did have their age in common. All were over the age of 100. Perhaps these were the woman he would have killed had he not been killed himself?

Maybe it would be helpful to find the daughter that had killed Nakamura. The problem with that was he couldn't find her name. Probably because she was so young when the event happened that they didn't print it.

Ryou gathered his papers from the printer and left the library. While he walked he started to feel guilty for living the others at the restaurant.

"Guilt will never get you anywhere in life." A voice behind him said.

Ryou spun around quickly.

"Don't spin like that." The Devil said. "You hair flies and you look like a woman. Well, to be honest, a girl."

"D-devil," Ryou stuttered. "H-hi, nice to see y-you."

"Don't be so formal, call me Lucy." The Devil smiled.

"Er."

"So how it going? Have you found my soul?"

"Er."

"I'm assuming that's a no."

"I'm trying." Ryou said quickly. "I have a plan too."

"I know." The Devil 'Lucy' sighed. "You know, I'm disappointed in you."

"Um, why?" Ryou asked nervously.

"Cause you abandoned your friends." The Devil 'Lucy' shook his head sadly. "They were going to make everything so much more interesting."

Ryou gave his best glare under the circumstance.

"Well, I'll be going. You have until the end of the week to find my missing soul and send him back, or else." The devil gave an evil laugh; sadly, it wasn't nearly as diabolical as Bakura's. Flames surrounded the Devil and he vanished.

"I hate my life," Ryou muttered. He looked up at the sky. The sun was setting. He sighed. Now it was too late to accomplish anything. He'd have to find the the killer tomorrow. Unfortunately that meant that he would likely be reunited with angry Bakura and co.

Ryou decided it was time to go home. He'd get a good nights sleep and deal with everything tomorrow. Luckily, tomorrow he had no school.

"I think my hands are burning off." Malik moaned painfully as he reached into a large basin of near boiling, chunky brown water.

"Stop complaining." Bakura snapped. "At least you have all your fingernails." He held up a soap covered hand were his pinky nail was missing.

"I will have my vengeance." An angry Marik hissed as he dried.

The other two glared at him. He had it easy.

I'm lazy and I love to procrastinate