Nobody Lives Happily Ever After

Nobody Lives Happily Ever After
By: Evil MJ

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh, I don't recieve anything for writing these stories except some nice reivews!

Warning: Okay if you have gotten this far then you know that there is sex and gore in this story....SEX AND GORE...move on you people who don't like that sort of thing (if you really exist)

Lkryn: Thank you for the wonderful review. I appreicate the kind words. I agree that you can have sex and a good story, and the reason there are so few spelling errors is that I am a firm believer in having someone review your work and edit it before you post. As far as our little friend Ryou....just wait until the next chapter....MWAAAAHHAAAHAHAHAHA!!

Lady Elfskye....sorry I do love to torment him....Just wait ...he he ...It gets better

Katmon : I dedicate this chapter to you for jumping ahead in my story ....and letting the cat out of the bag....*grumble*

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Chapter Eleven


Joey stood hesitantly at the front door step of the dilapidated looking house. Chips of old while paint fell about the doorway as if the house had grown too tired to bother holding it together anymore. He hoped he had the right apartment as the numbers had long since fallen off for the most part, leaving only one or two digits to identify each of the three doors.

Around him the street was filled with kids dressed in expensive clothes that he had seen in some of the trendy department stores, wearing sneakers that he was sure cost more than his mortgage payment. Gold glinted off their necks and fingers, and top of the line diskmen and MP3 players were attached to their hips. They seemed out of place in their shabby surroundings and Joey didn’t like to think of where the money came from to purchase these items; if they were purchased.

Resigned that he had to make this call, he pounded on the front door with a confidence that he did not feel. The only person that he had yet to speak to about the mysterious appearance of Yugi’s cards was Anzu. He knew that she have moved to this area some time ago, but didn’t really take the time to think about how bad things might have gotten for her. It made him uncomfortable that he hadn’t taken the time to help her when she needed him, but Hell, he was only a kid when all this went down. Lost in his own selfish world, and tied in knots by Mai, he didn’t even notice her slipping away.

Several moments when by before he attempted a second knock on the door, which was answered by the door opening a slight crack, the security chain keeping it from opening very far.

“What do you want?” The voice that asked the question sounded tired and worn, a lot like his mother’s before she left all those years ago.

“My name is Detective Joey Wheeler, I’m looking for Anzu..”

“I know who you are.” The occupant cut him off before he could finish. “I didn’t ask you who you were; I asked you what you want.” There was no warmth at all in her voice and he could almost feel the hostility like a wave of cold assaulting him.

“I can only tell that to Anzu. Now are you going to tell me where I can find her or not?” He asked less friendly this time.

It hadn’t been a good week and he was damned if he was going to let some faceless harpy try and push him around. The chain slid off the door and he was ushered in.

The apartment was dark, all the shades drawn and no lights illuminated the interior. It took him a few minutes for his eyes to adjust before he could get a good look at the person standing before him. What he saw took his voice away.

The woman who admitted him was definitely Anzu, but the years had been anything but kind. Her brown hair hung lank and dirty, unkempt about her face, as if she had not made any attempt to brush it in the last month or so. Her skin no longer had that healthy peachy tint that it once had, was now sallow and almost jaundice in appearance, premature wrinkles formed about her eyes and mouth. The worst of all however, had to be her eyes. There was no spark or emotion left in them, only two empty pits that reminded him of the corpses that he had seen over the past few months.

He knew that Anzu had struggled for years to walk again, so he was unprepared for the sight of her confined to a rickety wheelchair.

“Did you plan to stareme ame all day, Joey, or did you have a point. I really don’t need this pathetic little reunion right now. My social calendar, as you can see is quite full.” Undaunted by her venom, Joey pulled himself together and went into what Kyla called “Detective Mode”.

“Anzu, I didn’t come here to make you uncomfortable. I just needed some information from you. Some of us have been receiving an envelope containing something that is only significant to a precious few people and I was just wondering if you had been in receipt of such an item.”

She regarded him for a moment as if she was unsure as to whether or not she should trust him. Then with a small shrug she wheeled the squeaky chair over to a desk and pulled out a familiar envelope and held it up.

“I assumed, of course, that you mean this.” She withdrew the Winged Dragon Guardian of the Fortress card for his inspection.

“Did you see who gave you this?” He asked with a narrowing of his eyes.

She only shook her head that she had not and took the card back from him.

“Honestly, I thought it was just someone having some fun at my expense. This is one memory I don’t exactly want to relive. My life pretty much ended that day, unlike the rest of you, Detective.” She all but snarled at him.

Joey found it hard to reconcile the change in his past friend. She used to be such a nice person, always supporting them, usually making some inane remark about friendship, but now she was a completely different person. Her disability wasn’t her legs at all; it was her perception of the world and everyone in it.

“If you think that my life has been all that great, then you haven’t been keeping any kind of tabs on us at all, Anzu, trust me.” She only glared at him, daring him to compare their pain, well aware of who would win that particular pissing contest.

“Gods, Anzu. What’s happened to you? When I saw you last you were able to walk, I even thought you were going to get on with your life, I heard you were going to go to college.”

Her expression, if possible, became even more hostile and she raised her arm quickly, indicating that he should leave.

“Do me a favor would you, Detective. Stop coming here. If you really gave a damn about me you would know exactly why I couldn’t walk anymore. Your concern, as touching as it is, comes a few years too late. Now I would appreciate it if you get out of my apartment and not come back.”

It was clear to Joey that she wouldn’t be willing to offer anything further, so he did the best thing he could think of for this situation and left.

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Isis placed her arm around Mokuba’s waist and laid her head against his shoulder. She couldn’t help but to admire the strong, compassionate man that he had become over the years. In some ways he was very much like Seto, never one to speak too much about his feelings, but in other aspects he was completely different, willing to share his thoughts if he thought it would help bring his family close together.

It had become apparent to her that he was dealing with something, and he would no doubt benefit from talking to someone close to him.

“Your eyes look like thunder clouds before a storm Mokuba. What troubles you so much?”

Mokuba returned the embrace of his much loved sister in law and sighed.

“Sometimes I think you can read peoples minds Isis.” He remarked, his voice belaying the melancholy of his mood.

“Not really, little one. “ He smiled at the endearment as he stood several feet above her. “You have never been able to hide your feelings, Mokuba. You wear them on your face, clear to anyone who knows you.”

Mokuba almost felt relieved at the chance to unburden himself to her, but knew that she had enough to deal with right now in her own troubled marriage, and felt that he would be better off dealing with his own problems.

“Mokuba Kaiba.” She admonished sternly, once again startling him at the clarity of her insight. “Don’t try to hide yourself from me, it won’t work. Now tell me what is so bad that you hide that wonderful smile of yours.”

“Isis, have you ever wondered if you have made the right choices in life?” He asked, as she hid her face from him a moment so that he would not see the emotion in her expression. “Sometimes I feel like I am living my life for Seto, trying hard to make him happy, and not myself.”

Isis closed her eyes a moment, well aware of how he was feeling, echoing those very sentiments to herself not so long ago.

“You know I understand better than anyone how exacting Seto can to in regard to those he holds close. What is sad about it is that he is unaware of how powerful his will can be when pressed on his loved ones. I think he has grown so used to being in control for so long, he just expects everyone to fall into place with his expectations.”

Mokuba nodded at her words.

“I have spent the last ten years of my life working hard to show him that I can be strong and capable, and driven enough to run the company with him. But lately I find myself wondering if I could really, truly be happy in the life that I have chosen. Then I feel guilty. Seto has had to be an adult long before he should have, he never had fun as a child, and I know that a lot of what he did was to take care of me. What right do I have to question the way he has chosen for me when he has given up so much of his life to get me here?” His voice was soft as he allowed his innermost feelings to be freed.

A feeling of relief and peace came over him as he allowed himself to share his burden.

“Mokuba. You have to be true to yourself. Seto loves you and will understand what ever decision you make, as long as you have the conviction to stand up for your beliefs and the strength to follow through. He worries about you all the time, only because he sees you as his little brother. If you allow him to see the man you have become he will be willing to accept any decision you have made.”

Mokuba sighed and drew his sister in law into a gentle embrace of thanks.

“I’m not so sure he can accept things this time.” He whispered softly.

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Tristan strolled along the streets of Domino City with an amused expression on his handsome face as he watched Mako and Hiroe competing in a shopping marathon. He was unaware of the longing looks that were directed his way by many of the women that passed. His awareness of his own appearance and its affect on the opposite sex was almost non-existent.

They had arrived several weeks ago and had been exploring the city every day, showing Hiroe all it’s wonders. Tristan was amazed at how much he took for granted about his home until he looked at it with fresh eyes. It was an amazing place, full of life and excitement

He smiled as he thought back over the last couple of months as their relationship grew and how natural and right it felt, despite its unconventional ways. Along the street a couple of women stopped in their tracks at the sight of his smile. Desperate, they tried to meet his gaze and grab attention; unaware that he only had eyes for the couple up a head of him.

Hiroe was so full of life that she made him feel young again, her company had become a bright spot in their lives and he found it hard to remember how things were before she came. Moved by his emotions, he joined his family and placed a kiss on her cheek.

“My, my Mr. Taylor.” She commented with an arch of her eyebrow. “What was that for?”

He shrugged and grinned at her “Can’t a man in love show his affection towards the beautiful woman who holds his heart?”

Hiroe’s eyes softened and she put her hand to her heart. “Oh” was all she could manage to get out.

Mako merely rolled his eyes. “Gag. I think I read that on a card once. You really are pathetic.”

Hiroe stuck her tongue out at him and gave him a playful swat. “Oh stop it Mako, you’re just bitter because you didn’t say it first.”

Across the street another set of eyes regarded the happy trio. There was no longing or desire in these eyes. Every look was calculating, taking in as much information as possible. If only they knew of the hate that was directed towards them, cold and sharp enough to cut.

How happy they looked, how alive they were with laughter. The girl seemed to almost shine with life and joy. She would be perfect. It was as if this one was chosen by the Gods themselves. This one would provide a missing piece, a critical piece to the ritual.

With a small growl the Dark Harbinger of Vengeance slipped back into the shadows of the alley way. Plans had to be made

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Ryou shivered in the dark.

He couldn’t remember how he got here. He didn’t know where here was.

Panicked he tried to make out his surroundings but could not see much in the dark room.

Were his hands bound? He tried to move them but found he could not. His head was thick feeling, cobwebs kept him from thinking clearly. He throat was so dry, he tried to speak but it only came out as a raspy croak.

With a jump he felt a hand on his shoulder but he could not see who was behind him.

He was so scared he didn’t try to hide the tears on his face.

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Lisa looked at the file on her desk and grimaced. She didn’t like working with out her partner, and the wet behind the ears newbie they paired her up with in Joey’s absence made her feel like a babysitter, not a partner. She needed his keen insight to break this , wi, without it she was just fumbling in the dark. Well aware of her limitations she could easily admit that Joey’s experience and sharp attention to detail was the reason that their closure rate was as high as it was.

Frustrated, she drummed her fingers on the desk before her. He was supposed to phone her and they would meet down at the warehouse district and review the finding that she had promised to show him, but the minutes seemed to pass like hours.

She almost jumped when the phone rang; a few eyes regarded her with amusement as she scrabbled to pick up the receiver.

“Detective Benetti” She announced in a no nonsense voice.

“With a voice like that you could be making a fortune doing phone sex.” Joey teased.

“You know you’re right. Why have I been wasting myself all these years?” She asked sarcastically and could almost hear him smiling as he laughed through the phone.

“I’m heading down to the warehouses now; think you can meet me there in ten?” He asked, as if he was the one still at work and she had to make time for him.

“Sure.” She was eager to get out of the office anyway.

The constant questions and knowing looks that had been plaguing her since Joey went on vacation were starting to get her down.

It actually took 20 minutes to reach their appointed meeting destination and Joey stood waiting for her, obviously irritated at her lateness, but not willing to say anything about it. She gave him a look of annoyance and then forced herself to be a little more charitable, she knew how hard it must be for him to be forced away from this case. It had been taking up his life for months now and the thought that he could just turn it off was ridiculous.

“So this is the place.” He murmured as he entered the building.

“Yep. I already had forensics in here to do a thorough work up of the scene, so you don’t have to worry about contamination.” She offered, knowing how much he hated it when someone messed up the evidence on a scene before it was reviewed.

“Great.” He nodded in appreciation and began to walk the perimeter; his whole bearing seemed to change as he took in his surroundings, trying to see through the eyes of the killer. “So, how did you come up with this building in particular?” He asked curiously.

Lisa smiled, always appreciative of the chance to show her partner that she was an important and contributing part of their work.

“It was the lab reports on the fibers. Some of them were your regular run of the mill industrial carpet hairs that you would find in a car mat. But there were some unique fibers that are indicative of the fishing industry. They came from a particular type of rope that is used on board fishing boats.”

He nodded. “And how did that lead you to this warehouse?”

“There was some paint chips under her nails. Gray cement paint, which in most cases would indicate a garage or warehouse of some kind. So we started to systematically investigate all the warehouses in the fishing district. Most of them are in operation so we could rule them out pretty quick, but there are a few that don’t get much use. It took a while to have a look at each one, but finally we hit some luck when we found traces of blood on the floor over there.” She pointed to the north east corner of the building.

“It could have been fish blood, but on a hunch I had the guys bring in the luminol and see if the pattern could tell us anything.”

“And did it?” Joey asked, well aware of the answer, but wanting to give Lisa her due at this find.

“It did. The splash pattern was that of someone getting their throat cut. I had the blood tested and it is human. The other little gem was the luminol also showed that this was not the only killing done in this particular warehouse. There are areas all over this place where great amounts of blood have been shed. We were lucky enough to get a sample and it matches one of our girls.”

Joey started at the wall as if the blood still decorated it’s surface.

“Son of a Bitch.” He muttered darkly.

“I’m sure Seto Kaiba will be thrilled to know his property is being used for such activities and is now a crime scene.”


“If he doesn’t already.” Joey remarked coldly.

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“Tristan?” Hiroe called out.

She had taken a nap, exhausted from all the shopping they had done today. Mako and Tristan said they were probably going to go do some grocery shopping, but she could swear she had heard someone walking above deck a moment ago.

“Mako is that you?” She called out nervously.

The lack of response made her nervous, her heart beating erratically in response to the adrenaline that was released from her panic.

She held her breath and listened, only hearing the slap of the waves against the hull of the boat. The marina was quite, most of the boats were out enjoying the beautiful weather, she was all too aware how alone and vulnerable she was out there.

Satisfied that there was no one else around, she chided herself for being so silly. She hadn’t behaved like this since she was a small child afraid of a thunderstorm.

No longer able to sleep she headed upstairs to enjoy the evening air.

Her cry of surprise cut off as a hand clamped over her mouth. The sting of the needle piercing her flesh was the last thing she felt as she sunk into the darkness.

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Isis stood in the living room of their home and watched the children playing video games. Her children were growing so fast, no longer babies who wanted to cuddle with their mommy, she was lucky now to get an absent minded hug, or if she was fortunate and no one was watching, a quick kiss.

She smiled as they argued about who was better at the racing game they were playing. Her daughter always struggling to prove herself just as able as her brother fought every battle with a fierceness that marked her as Seto Kaiba’s daughter. She had all his personality, but all of her mothers features. She was going to be a force when she got older. Her son was more like his mother, quiet and introverted, he was more tenderhearted and was the first (when they were younger) to run to his mother for comfort. He was a peacemaker, always finding a way to make sure everyone got a turn to play their own game, or end squabbles so they all remained friends. He was very much like his uncle Mokuba. She was so proud of her children.

She watched them a moment longer and then turned her thoughts to Seto. A shadow of concern passed across her features. He was supposed to be home hours ago; she called his office but was told he had left long ago. Concern and worry made her pace about, going to look out the window to see if his car might be arriving.

She hoped and prayed he was just running an errand or stuck in traffic. She was fearful of the other options of his absence. Come to think of it, Mokuba had disappeared earlier as well and had not returned.

Overhead a clap of thunder seemed to mirror her tumultuous emotions.

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Did you have it all figured out before this? Are you now confused? he he......I love screwing with people.
The next chappie is all for you Ryou fans....it's his turn now....:)

P.S. Don't try and figure out what that means....you know I will just twist it around.

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