Hey everyone I'm back with another chapter. You guys reviewed so fast barely gave me any time to type it up XD

Yugi: Its true she got 9 reviews in the first two days of it being out.

Ice: Ra, I love my reviewers TTuTT

Which reminds me!

Brena: Yes! Its right here! XD I wouldn't be evil enough to leave it at that!

AmerillaRose: I have arachnophobia and I had to search up spider pictures just to get this story right. *shivers* The nightmares have not ceased... But trust me this is not the kind of scary spider thing we're talking about. I promise.

puredarkwolf: Yes it is a puzzleshipping story. Just doesn't sound like it yet. It was a very long prologue XD

Snowball: I just finished listening to it...the laugh doesn't sound like how I wrote it but It is a very strange laugh XD

Starrymoon04: Well I got more for ya right here. Hope you enjoy ^^

samurai: Yugi did too but it makes sense because he comes to the club and he spends money there making him a friend of Akefia and Bakuras and then Icuo is his brother he can't really say "I'm not going in the middle of no where to throw one of your students a party" XD Plus Icuo is nice Yugi's favorite teacher...

Icuo: I'm a damn good teacher at that!

deadlyrose123: Well you're about to find out. Aww~ That's too bad...

Yami: *bleep*ing tranquillizer dart...*grumbling to himself*

Icuo: You were about to give spoilers!

Puzzleshipping-Lover: I do that all the time XD He probably did but Yugi stopped listening to him after the first story XD

anacondadrewberry: We wont be seeing much of him for a while so I'll remember that when he comes back.

JazzyMin: I'm glad you enjoyed this! ^^

Ice: Well not that that's settled enjoy the story~ (btw Yami is a bit OOC) Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-OH!

Chapter 4: The Spider King?

Yugi's 1POV

~All Hallows Eve: Saturday Morning~

When I woke up that morning I blinked a few times before getting up, thanking Ra that I wasn't in a sugar coma.

We'd all fallen asleep on the floor, not caring that none of us had called our parents or that we were in the middle of no where. For that night we could all just enjoy each other's company and Akefia's- seemingly fake -scary stories. I sighed in content and began to stand, my limbs cracking as I went. If I sat there too long, someone was bound to wake up and tell me happy birthday; again.

Once fully standing, stretched out stretched out and all, I began to survey my surroundings and the damage we might have done to the large area. The banner that had been hung from the ceiling was now hanging by its last thread, though the first time I'd seen it, it had had four. The deserts that were on the table were now no where in sight; probably off plotting to give us all diarrhea no doubt. And all the party favors were scattered around the room.

I chuckled lightly to myself in the shadows of the new day. My friends sure new how to party.

Speaking of which...

I turned from side to side to see where everyone was. Almost everyone sleeping on the floor around him. Almost everyone.

Joe and Honda slept on either side of me, both facing the opposite direction for two different reasons. Honda was turn towards Bakura who had eventually passed out while they'd been talking late last night about how stupid everyone was acting, and Joe was cuddling up to the guy he 'hated' while still wearing that silly puppy costume. As a good person, I should have woken him up immediately to tell him, but, as the best friend that he teases non-stop, I said 'pay back's a bitch' and looked on.

My teacher, Icuo Kaiba, was laying side by side with Ryou. Neither of them looked like they'd skipped out on the sweets. Both their pale faces were covered in all sorts of sugary icing. Icuo's with rainbow sprinkles and white icing, and Ryou with chocolate fudge spread lazily across his cheeks. Now, they looked like they were in a sugar coma. I snickered under my breath, not wanting to wake the sugarholics from their peaceful little comas. Best to let them sleep it off.

When I looked further around the room, I found Atem sitting on the window sill and leaning his head against the transparent glass. His even breathing making burst of condensation form on the window then recede to give way to more of his sudden gusts of air. How he'd ended up sleeping there? He probably wanted to get out of the way of the sugar high people running around the room trying to run everyone else up the walls with them.

And last but not least, I looked up at the ceiling to find Mokuba hanging from one of the wooden pillars. Mokuba had been dared to spend the night on the ceiling, and this was the result. The only reason I knew to look up was because I was the one who gave him that cold hearted dare. Sure I was nice on the outside and in, but no one tries to take my title as the king of games, I don't care who it is.

As I scanned the room again, realization began to dawn on me...hadn't there been eleven of us? I counted everyone over again, including myself, and came up short three people. Akefia...Anzu...and Marik...why would they all be gone? I wondered to myself blindly.

I made my way to the door to go look for them, avoiding the loose limbs of my friends, and opened it up to the club. What I saw brought the biggest smile to my face I'd ever had.

Anzu, my 'big sister', was holding a beer can while hanging off of the side of the bar. She wasn't exactly old enough to drink, but my guess was someone had introduced her to world of young drinkers. (A/N: I'm not promoting Teenage Drinking at all, I'm strongly against it, and wish it wasn't such an issue. For peets sake drink an apple juice and get on with it!)

Marik was laying across one of the tables, shirtless, passed out, and covered in chocolate. And Akefia, who didn't seem to be worried about this at all, was pouring himself a drink at the bar. He didn't look like he'd seen me yet because he just drank away at the glass in his hand until it was all gone.

"Drinking so early?" I asked him with a light tone. I didn't want to bother him too much if he was in a bad enough mood to drink. I had a bad history with drunkards and wouldn't like it to be put on repeat. Akefia glared at me and started pouring himself another drink. "Well, I'm sorry that I didn't get a decent drink yesterday, I had to baby sit a bunch of sugar-high teenagers. So I apologize that I'm not exactly in the mood to say 'Oh yeah, I should wait til later'." He grumbled to me before taking a swig at his new drink and giving a hefty sigh.

"Sorry about that, if it had been my choice it wouldn't have happened." I apologized to him. Even though it wasn't my fault, I felt bad that he had to handle it all by himself. The only one in the club who didn't really like sweets at all.

Akefia waved me off and took another swig at his drink, draining it completely of its contents. "No worries, as long as you had fun. You were the birthday boy after all. Which reminds me," Akefia stopped to pull something out from behind the bar. A medium-sized box wrapped sloppily with a bright red wrapping stood on the counter top. Anything could have been inside. "Happy Birthday." He shrugged handing me the box.

At first, I just blinked at the box in wonder. Everyone had given me their gifts yesterday. Anzu had gotten him a new CD of his favorite band The Icelanders. Their new CD had come out a month ago but he hadn't had enough to get it himself; Anzu had known that more than anyone.

Joey and Honda had gotten me a joint gift, though it had been a little much to get me those magazines. Sure I'd told them I was gay but, that was just crossing the line.

Seto, Icuo, and Mokuba had combine theirs as well, since they knew I liked Duel Monsters so much they got me a whole knew deck. The cards in it didn't want to make me throw mine out, but they were pretty impressive.

I was surprised when Bakura had actually bothered to go out and get me something, even if it was just a card, at least his heart was in the right place.

Ryou had given me the right side of his friendship necklace, he'd said as long as we wore them there was no doubt in us being friends for life. Ryou's presents always made me want to cry with the deep feelings behind them, he was always so thoughtful about how his presents made the receiver feel.

Atem had gotten me an orcid, but not just any orchid, it was a magenta colored orchid. I'd always said I'd have love to see one, but he was the only one that listened. I blushed when he put it in my hair and kissed my cheek. Even if I'd turned him down, I knew he wasn't giving up just yet.

Akefia had told me he hadn't gotten me anything, which I was surprisingly ok with. And Marik had gotten me a...very interesting outfit. Well it would have been if I'd ever decided to wear it. It screamed, I'm sexy and your cute so come and get me. I accepted it but I promised myself I'd burn it when I got the chance.

"What is it?"

"Open it and found out, shrimp."

I shrugged and began unwrapping it. The boxes brown cardboard began to show and I shook the box. There was a lot of rustling, and a faint ding sound. This made him even more excited about what it was inside. He quickly ripped the rest of the wrapping off the box and opened it. What I found inside confused me, shocked me, and made my interest peak. "Um, Akefia what's this for?" I asked pulling the panda backpack out of the box to look at with disbelief.

Akefia seemed to take pleasure in the look on my face, seeing as he started to crack a smile. "It's for your visit to Spider King Manor. You said you were going to go today, remember?" He asked me, that smirk still attached to his tan face. The scare on his left eye crinkling with his cheeks as the smirk spread wide. "Or did you chicken out?" Akefia taunted lightly.

I shook my head stubbornly and immediately put the book bag on. "Of course not; I have to prove you wrong after all." I said smugly.

Akefia gave me and approving look and gave me a nice theater clap. (Not waking the people in the room, for all we know they were in a drunken coma.) "Great. There's some pocky, a small lunch, a flash light, and a camera in there just for you. I also took the liberty of putting your gifts in the backpack as well." Bakura said way too cheerfully. An aura of flowers and pinkish background roaming behind him as he spoke.

"Um...thanks?" I said confusedly as I began top back away from my "boss". Akefia was never the type to be this...nice; and frankly it was creeping me out. "I'll be on my way then..." I said cautiously now only focusing on getting away from the bi-polar man in front of me.

Akefia suddenly hit himself on the head and pointed at me, making me freeze in my tracks. "Oh yeah! I almost forgot. Make sure you wear your Halloween costume to work tonight when you decorate. And before you ask, I know Halloween is tomorrow, but big kids wear their costumes on the eve. You just got into your "Big Boy pants" so I expect you to act like it. Got it?" Heeee's Baaaack~ I rolled my eyes at his change in mood; he could be such a flip flop sometimes, I swear.

"Got it. Wear costume, go to Spider King Manor, prove there's no ghost, show up for work, decorate." I nodded to him with a grin.

"You got it! Call me when you get there. If you don't get lost that is." Akefia finished the conversation off by teasing me.

My eyes rolled once more and I headed out. "Alright."

Little did I know, I'd only get a total of two out of the five things on my list completed.

Peddling lightly on my bike I began a slope down the road. After the days that had gone past, Bakura and Akefia said it was safe to let me go home alone instead of being pushed in a van and dropped off at my house; something I was never fully able to explain to grandpa. Glad that's over...

My black bike cutting through the wind with ease as I sped through the fall leaves and cold wind. I ignored the growing chill in bones and kept riding, if I sat around all day I'd just get colder. (Stupid tank top.)

When I was close enough to the half way point between my house and the ACA I began to get nervous. Was there really a ghost in the abandoned Manor? If so why didn't anyone talk about it? These questions haunted me more than the ghost behind them. One thing was for sure, I was going to do whatever I could to help, ghost or no ghost, I needed to do this; even if it killed me.

But, not now. I was going to wait a little longer.

Speeding past the drive up to the Manor and glance in that direction, seeing nothing but the trees and the leaves that fell from them my guess was that the Manor was farther down than anticipated; so I paid it no mind. I'd figure out how deep it was soon enough.

~All Hallows Eve. 5 p.m.~

My bike skidded to a stop in front of the old drive once again later that night, the moon making the metallic paint on my ride glisten with excitement, and the trees brushing from side to side in the wind. For now, it was a normal Autumn night; and I hoped it would stay that way.

When I'd left the house, I only told my grandpa that I was heading to work, and that I'd be back late tonight. Even though he bought the act and let me go without so much as a hint of suspicion, I felt like it was all a mistake. Not just because I'd lied, but the fact that if something bad happened or went wrong my last words to my grandpa would have been "Bye! I'll see you later, I promise." The sadness that I got from knowing that could debate with childhood depression;and win.

I shook my head and looked down the eerie drive. Now wasn't the time for negativity, I had to be brave and strong and prove to my friends that I'd grown up; amateur hour is over.

Though...that was a lot to say for myself considering I was wearing a panda backpack, make up, and a butterfly costume.

Oh well, at least it wasn't pink. I shivered at the thought and began to pedal forward. Anything beyond this point was better than wearing a pink winged costume. Anything.

Yami's 3POV

Another chalk line made its way down the small wall and forgotten. Another day had passed, and tomorrow was the day. Halloween. A holiday that used to give him hope and made his mind real with wonder. Now the worst day he'd ever experience for the rest of his, undead, life.

If he had a choice, he'd stop counting, he'd forget what the nights were and let the memories go. But this house, this prison, wouldn't let him have such bliss.

He got to his feet with a sigh and walked over to the window; not making a sound with the shoes he knew he was wearing. That was something else that made this life unbearable.

Yami remembered that his shoes were suppose to make noise when he walked, he remembered that when the wind blew it was supposed to blow his hair into his face and around his head, and he remembered that he was suppose to be able to sleep. But, now everything was different and these things were no longer true.

But there was one thing that this horrible tragedy did leave him; intensified it even. Yami's stomach tore at him painfully and he moaned softly at the unpleasant feeling. Hunger.

This was not a regular kind of hunger though. This hunger did not want a nice hamburger or hotdog, things that would satisfy human needs. No. This hunger wanted something living, something he could feel protesting underneath him, something that he could stare in the face and watch the light leave their eyes as he devoured their very being into him, something he could literally sink his teeth into. His stomach kicked itself in as he thought about what he wanted. He groaned again and doubled over. This thirst needed to be quenched, and fast.

Long ago Yami had adapted to eating the people who were stupid enough to venture in here and try to steal his valuables. But, to his demise, humans began to grow wiser and stopped coming around here at night. Yami hadn't seen a human in years, so he knew a legend of some sort had to be spreading about him. What it was, he had no clue. but it must have been scary. His regular five idiots a day had turned to one a week in only a matter of days. For the times when his hunger suddenly got the better of him he had snatched rats from their burrows in the stairs to keep himself sated. The blood never tasted the same but he didn't care; as long as the pain in his stomach was bearable.

Yami hated having to kill people for food and he hated having the thrill fill him when he did so. He always found that he urged himself on to believe it to be self-defense. Which in most cases it was. Most of the people who found out about him thought him to be harmless upon seeing his face, but with the look of helplessness they also decided he was an easy kill. He didn't like hurting people until they cause an immediate threat to his safety, but when they crossed the line, instinct would always take over and he'd have diner ready for him in no time.

Fond yet devastatingly sad time...

He stared up at the moon and gave it a smile, tonight it was full and tinted to a hazed yellow, making it look mysterious and creepy. Perfect.

Yami found the moon to be his only friend. The moon always changed, it was always out at night, and he could talk to it; and on occasion he wished on the moon hoping for it to have pity upon him. Most times, he wished that something else would change just like the moon and he could regain hope again. Sure he was dead, but everyone got tired of things being the same.

"Hello Luna, you look well tonight. Your outfit's really pretty." Yami complimented the full moon floating in the sky softly. He didn't expect or need a reply, he just wanted company. "Tomorrows the day it all resurfaces. I'm scared. I don't want to be forced to watch it all over again." He admitted sadly to the personified moon, Luna.

"I just wish things could be...different. I'm tired of everything being the same...there's no more suprises...no more needs...no more time." Yami's voice became lower than a whisper. The sadness of the fact getting to him and making him want to cry could not be let out, something else death had taken from him; he could no longer cry. He just got a strong ache where his heart was supposed to be. "Luna...I..I wish that I had someone like you...someone who wouldn't want to hurt me...someone who could understand...maybe even be my friend...thats all I've ever really wanted; even when I was alive..."

Yami decided that had been enough and he backed away from the dirty excuse for a window. His crimson eyes watch the moon disappear behind the top of the window as he backed away.

His attention no longer on the moon, his stomach decided to call him back to reality. Yami sighed, another rat for diner; how enjoyable.

Heels turning swiftly, he began to head towards the door of his attic room soundlessly. His mind wandered to Halloween again before he reach his goal though and his body shuddered. How he wished it would never come.

Click. Crrrrrrreeeeeaaak.

Yami paused in step and looked around. What was that? One of the rats? How could a rat make so much noise? Yami thought to himself dully. He'd heard this sound before. But it had been so long he'd forgotten what made it.

Crrrrrrreeeeeaaak. Click.

Yami began to pace in worry; his cape swishing behind him as he went. What was that blasted noise!?

He was beginning to feel that pang again, but it wasn't sadness or hunger, it was fear. He was afraid of what this sound could be. What was it!? Was it going to hurt him!? Excorcise him!? Yami began shrinking back in fear, his cherry like lips beginning to quiver.

"Heeellooooo?" Yami jumped at hearing a soft bell-like voice suddenly call through the house. Echoing and bouncing around, almost like it was look for him.

Yami wasn't breathing hard, but he felt like he should be with the fear that quaked inside him. Someone was in his home; a robber no less. This person would have to be taken care of quickly. Just in time for diner, too.

Deciding to use his abilities to his advantage, Yami closed his eyes and cleared his mind, before he knew it he was crouched down by the stair case looking out at the entrance to the mansion.

The spirit saw nothing at first, trying to adjust to the darkness by blinking his eyes rather rapidly. When he could see clear enough he began to scan the room. His crimson eyes taking in every square inch one at a time; making sure everything was the same way he'd left it. Fear and worry plunging through his mind, trying to find his bravery in vain.

His eyes stopped when he saw a familiar bush of Magenta and black from in front of the couch. subconsciously Yami pulled a lock of his own hair down to his face and inspected it; ignoring the blood he found it to be the similar to the one on the couch.

Interesting...

Hands stretched out over the couch and then came to rest on the back, in a more relaxed position. The skin was very smooth looking and it gave the impression of vanilla like cream. Even as such Yami could see there was muscle in those arms. Almost manly. He wanted to see what this person looked like from the front, but it'd be better for him to hide for now.

This human did not create a threatening atmosphere. Nore did they seem set on finding him or hurting him. So for now, until this person made a move, he would stay hidden and out of sight.

Yugi's 3POV

Yugi sat on the old dingy couch in the front of the large mansion getting his bearings together. He'd already called Akefia and told him where he was, so at least someone would know where he was. Thankfully he only had to stay an hour.

The couch squeeked as he shifted and made him tense up and look around with buldged eyes. He wouldn't hide the fact he was a bit frightened by the large house. It was dark, cold, musty, and everything had a layer of dust to coat it and make it look as old as dirt. But aside from that Yugi tried to see the beauty in the abandoned space. The way the furniture was place made it look comfortable yet elegant at the same time. Something Yugi usually loved to see; but the darkness of the room was beginning to get to him.

If there was really a spirit in here, he didn't want it to be too much of a surprise when he saw it; especially if its next move was to kill him. Yugi shuddered at the thought and began looking through his panda pack for something that would help. He felt like hugging the heck out of Akefia when he found the large lantern like flashlight, when he turned it on it lit up the area like it was some sort of portable lamp.

Yugi sighed in relief as he began to relax into the couch. He didn't want to bother looking for the ghost, if there was really a ghost, which he was assuming there wasn't, it would find him.

But, even though Yugi believed there was no ghost, he couldn't shake the panicked feeling he felt deep down inside. The back of his head burned and made him want to scratch at the two spots with all his might; but he fought against it. As he sat there trying to describe this feeling he took deep breaths trying to calm himself. But the feeling would not leave him. He finally concluded that it was just worry. But deep down, he knew the feeling was that...

...of being watched.

That gave me chills! I'm the author I'm not suppose to be scared. Right!?

No beta all mistakes are mine! Next chapter is suppose to be nice and fluffly! With alot more dialouge.

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