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Yu-Gi-Oh › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
21
Views:
5,456
Reviews:
95
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Seventeen
Nobody Lives Happily Ever After
By: Evil MJ
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with the fine Yugi-oh people, nor do I claim to own any of it. I just torture for fun
Warning: you must know by know what to expect so if you don’t go back to page one
Hi gang!
Here were are, reveal the killer chapter. Many of you have guess, some correctly and some incorrectly, but it’s been a fun ride. Oh don’t think the story ends there by the way…..there are a few surprises still left …enjoy.
Ren-Chan 581- thanks for the CSI comparison, that was absolutely great!!
Angel-Belle – Yeah for cliffies
Mystique – Now you get a chance to find out theler ler – hope it was worth it
Lady Elfskye – sorry about the cliffie…nah, I love em…. Oh DD threatens my life on a daily bases, has so for the past 20 odd years.
Dragondreamer – Poor Tris, boo hoo…he he he
To all those who asked about Marik, he is in the next story…
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter Seventeen
Kyla was finding it hard to breath. This was all just too unreal, how the hell did you end up in a situation like this. From the background she could hear a decidedly snappy jazz tune playing with gusto, horns wailing and for a moment she wondered if she had lost her mind.
Her head hurt where she had been hit, her blond hair was hanging in front of her face limply, a rust tinge to it where the blood had dried. She closed her eyes a moment, fighting the nausea that was making her insides churn and threatening to erupt at any moment. The room spun and she was momentarily taken over by a wave of dizziness. She tried to remember how she got here, but the last thing in her mind was getting dressed, the rest a blank.
She tried to roll over and could feel the binding on her wrists cutting into the delicate flesh of her wrists. She tried to think of some of the things that her father used to tell her about survival and self-defence, but she couldn’t think.
A sound from the other end of the room made her turn, it sounded low and whispery like someone moving close to the shadows. She squinted desperately trying to make out who ever or what ever it was that was making the phantom noise.
The beating of her heart thundered in her ears, and her eyes grew wide in shock. Unable to control her self she let out a scream of terror.
“Mokuba!”
~*~*~*~*
Joey could not remember ever having driven this fast in his life. The past ten minutes were a blur and he doubted he could even remember how he go who where he was. Lisa sat beside him, not saying a word, her face a study in grave seriousness.
His knuckles were turning white from gripping the wheel so hard; he never felt such panic in all his life. In a final attempt to save his daughter, Joey even tried making deals with any God that would listen, there was nothing he would not do at this moment to keep her safe.
“Joey you can’t save her if you kill us on route.” Lisa snapped as he swerved in through the traffic, the siren screaming their arrival. Cars parted, desperately trying to get out of his way, in a symphony of squealing tires and irritated horns blaring their displeasure. He shot a quick look her way and noticed for the first time that her jaw was clenched in fear.
“Sorry, sorry. I just …” He couldn’t finish his sentence, but he could also tell that he didn’t need to. She would know what he couldn’t say, that’s what made them such great partners up until now. Godstil til now.
He pulled a turn cutting across traffic, barley missing getting caught in a three car pile up. He didn’t know how much time he had, how much time Kyla had, but he would be dammed if he was going to lose her…not her. If she was gone then he would go with her one way or another.
~*~*~*
Bakura stood in front of Tristan and grinned with all the charm of a predator.
“Well, did you think that you were going to go without us?” he snarled with good humour.
Tristan barely even acknowledged his presence as he yanked the car door open. “I honestly don’t give a fuck what you do. Just stay out of my way.”
Bakura chuckled and climbed in the back seat of the car. There was something about desperation and hatred that made him almost hot. He leaned foreword and trailed his fingers across Ryou’s neck, causing him to jump as if shocked.
“Can’t you keep your hands to yourself?” Tristan shot him a look of pure hatred and put the car into gear.
Bakura chuckled deep in his throat with the resonance of a purr. “Sorry, didn’t mean to open old wounds.”
Tristan clenched his teeth and focused on what he had to do.
”Why are you here? I haven’t seen either of you in years and then one day you just turn up at my door. Seems a little unlikely if you ask me.”
“We need you, Tristan. We have to set things right.” Ryou offered gently, trying to ease some of the discomfort that Bakura was causing.
Tristan shrugged. “So what’s it to me. You wanna save the world go ahead. I got other things to take care of, just stay the hell out of my way.”
In the back seat Bakura rolled his eyes and chortled. “Oh save me the drama queen act, Taylor. As much as you want to have your little revenge I think you should know that I am not going to let you screw this up with one of your temper tantrums.”
He could see Tristan eyeing him in the rear view mirror, he couldn’t decide if he should be amused or turned on. Taylor had no idea just how sexy he could be when he was angry, and with the right encouragement he was sure he could… his thoughts trailed off as Ryou turned around in his seat and cut him off with a look that spoke volumes.
”I realize that I may not be a blood thirsty ghoul like you, but irritate me enough and I am sure I could kick your ass.”
Bakura snickered.
“Oh I like that…and if that doesn’t work I’m sure you could scratch my eyes out.” He taunted before leaning forward and facing him eye to eye.
“Don’t get yourself all worked up, you know you’re the only one. Unless you want to join us, Taylor.”
Tristan just kept his eyes on the road, a slow blush creeping into his cheeks.
~*~*~*~*
Joey leaned against the door and tried to peer into the darkness within. The window was almost opaque with grim and dirt from the street, unwashed and uncared for. The whole building mimicked the overall appearance of neglect and decay. All around it the inhabitants of this neighbourhood did not fare much better, pathetic wreaks barley existing, forgotten and demoralized.
Joey could feel a scream deep inside him and fought not to give into the mire of human misery that surrounded him, trying to get a death grip on him and drag him into the darkness. He refused to give in and almost whimpered at the massive amount of emotional strength it took for him to continue. The strength of a father’s love.
Lisa had taken the back door to ensure that the main exits were covered. He tried the knob, torn between throwing it open and storming in, and taking the quieter route and sneaking up on his prey. Common sense won out and he gently opened the door.
No monsters or deranged maniacs came screaming out towards him, and for some reason instead of comforting him he only felt tenser. The sounds of soft jazz traveled up from somewhere in the lower level of the dwelling, making the whole situation seem somehow bizarre and unreal. Unbidden his mind travelled to an episode of the twilight zone he once saw as a kid, hoping that things ended much better today.
He gripped his gun like a lifeline, careful to be aware of its presence and not to fall into the age-old trap of making it a part of your body. The thing about weapons is the minute you forget they exist is the minute you lose complete control of the situation; it’s easy to allow yourself to give into automatic reflex and shoot. Too many innocent people had died that way.
Slowly he surveyed every corner of the room before proceeding, not allowing his haste to save his child to make him careless or miss something. His prey was nowhere in sight and he had over powering feeling that they knew he was there and were preparing for him.
The music suddenly stopped and the house became as silent as the grave. He held his breath in response and made himself as still as possible, straining to hear something. Any indication that there was life within and he was not too late.
From across the room he could see Lisa standing in the doorway to the kitchen, she told stood still, her head cocked to one side towards the door to the downstairs. He wondered if there was another way down or would they be forced to walk into the unknown and into the hands of their would-be killer. They would be easy targets and that was something he would try to avoid at all costs. He motioned silently to Lisa to stay where she was as he made his way over to the door making as little sound as possible. Each step sounded like a crescendo in the thickness of the silence. Sud Suddenly the music started up again, Joey had to catch himself from jumping, startled at the sudden intrusion of noise. He was not sure which was louder, the music or his heartbeat pounding in his ears. The music grew louder as he opened the door and started down the stairs. He could see very little in the poorly lit hallway, but a thin line of light trickled out from under a door at the end of the hall like a pool of sunshine through a thundercloud. It beckoned him like a siren and he was easily caught in its lure.
Silently he approached the room, around him he was assaulted by the dank musty odour of the basement, sour in his nose there was some underlying sent that he did not want to try to identify. His eyes were slowly starting to adjust to the low light conditions and he found it easier to identify the objects around him. His heart froze in his chest and he could feel his skin prickle with anxiety as he recognized the soft pink pashmina laying discarded on the floor as the one that he had bought Kyla for Christmas last year. His mouth suddenly felt dry as he noted it’s delicate fabric torn and stained with dried blood.
With a new found sense of urgency he slowly entered the room, edging the door open with the gun that he held in a death grip in his hands. The sight before him was almost enough to drop him to his knees. Kyla lay bound, face down on a old cot that appeared to be constructed of a rickety metal frame and a worn thin mattress. Her eyes were glazed with terror as she regarded her captor, who had Kyla’s hair in one hand and was baring her neck to a long wicked looking knife.
“I swear to the Gods, Tea, if you harm her in anyway I will put a bullet between your eyes.” Joey’s voice was low and commanding and pierced the room like a gunshot over the slow Jazz music. Tea looked up at him with an expression that was mixed between anger and surprise.
“You should not be here! You will ruin it all. She has to die; it is the only way, that’s what he keeps telling me.” She brought the blade closer to the pale flesh of Kyla’s neck and Joey stepped forward with his gun raised.
“And what will that get you, Tea, how can you benefit if you are dead. It’s over, let her go.”
Tea regarded him, her eyes bright with her maniacal purpose, the insanity that plagued her was evident and frightening with it’s own purpose. He could feel his insides twist, unable to remove his child from the way of harm. Kyla’s eyes never left his and tears streamed down her face, tiny whimpers emanated from her throat, but she did not cry out.
Obviously unsure of what to do next, Tea stared at him a moment. Her breathing increased as she became more agitated
“This was not supposed to happen. He told me that if I followed his instructions that I would be able to take on their essence and achieve the greatness I was supposed to.” Her eyes started to dart around the room, looking for something that only she could see.
“Who told you?” Joey asked in a soft voice, trying to keep her calm, a slight tremor to his voice indicating the fear that gripped him. Tea swung her gaze back to him with a snarl.
“Yami, he came to me when I was in the hospital after the duel and he told me what I had to do. I fought back from death and walked when they told me I would never walk again. But my life was over, I would never dance. Yami has been with me since that day, talking to me, keeping me focused and strong.” Joey was stunned at the admission.
“Where is Yami now Tea?” Unsure of how to deal with this new development, one screwball at a time was enough. Tea laughed a shrill high-pitched laugh of madness.
“He won’t show himself to you, you are not worthy. He chose me, we were always meant to be together. He is the one; he shows me the way and gives me the strength to do what I have to.”
“Tea, is Yami here?” He prodded, noting at with each questthe the blade had started to drop, her grip on Kyla had grown slack.
“Of course he is. He is everywhere. I see him in my sleep and he follows me when I wake. He belongs to me now, Yugi lost him.”
It was all starting to become clear to Joey now. There was no Yami, Tea had created him to deal with her pain, he was a part of her insanity. From behind him he could hear a noise as someone entered the room, and suddenly he was not so sure of his clarity. Perhaps there was a Yami after all.
“You bitch. You think you can take innocent lives and get away with it.” Joey half turned to see Tristan filling the doorway, a gun in his hand pointing at Tea. He felt the pit of his stomach drop as the situation just turned from bad to disastrous.
“Get out of here, Tristan.” He said in a quiet voice, careful not to agitate Tea any further, but Tristan would have none of it. The rage on his face made him cold and determined for blood.
“And what, Joe? Let her go to jail, knowing full well that she killed Hiroe and the baby. How soon do you think she will be out on parole, or worse they put her in a hospital where they take care of her until she convinces them that she is sane? She doesn’t deserve to live when my family is dead. We both know that.”
“And if you kill her then we all might as well say good bye to any chance of restoring the world to what it should be and bringing back Yugi.” A voice rasped from behind Tristan.
Joey watched as Bakura slid out from the shadows, the light catching in his pale hair making him seem like something otherworldly. Tea turned to Bakura; she seemed confused now, unsure of what she should do at this point. Taking advantage of her momentary lapse of attention Joey moved so that he was in front of Tristan’s line of fire.
“Get out of the way, Joey!” Tristan screamed, his face flush with anger.. “Don’t make me shoot you.” He made no attempt to stop the tears that were welling up in his eyes and overflowing, the anger slowly being replaced by pain. “She can’t be allowed to live, not after what she did …not after Hiroe and the baby. I’ve lost them all, Joey.” His voice cracked with emotion. “I’ve lost them all.” Joey watched him slowly losing his composure; physically he was starting to fold in on himself.
Bakura took a step forward and faced Tea.
“So couldn’t have the real thing so you decided to make one of your own up did you? Doesn’t look like you accomplished very much. Maybe you just don’t have what it takes.” Joey turned to Bakura to yell at him to stop when a screech of rage emanated from behind him. Tea released her hold on Kyla and launched herself at Bakura with murderous intent, knife aimed high.
With reflexes that no normal man should have ever possessed Bakura slickly moved to one side and grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the knife and with the other put her in a head lock, effectively immobilizing her.
“Really now, is that lady-like behaviour?” He hissed in her ear with a chuckle. “You know, I think I like you a lot better this way. You got some spunk to you.” Bakura almost giggled as he taunted her.
Joey shook his head in amazement before he went over to tend to his daughter; Lisa arrived from upstairs and cuffed Tea who had all but lost the fire that drove her. She seemed to be a shell of her former self, resigned to her fate, whatever it may be.
Once untied, Kyla buried herself in her father’s arms, sobbing.
“Daddy, you have to help him.” She pleaded. Confused Joey pushed her away so that he could look at her.
“Help who, honey?” Kyla half turned and pointed to a door that was almost hidden in the darkened corner of the room.
“Mokuba. Please daddy, he needs help.” Lisa left the now meek Tea in the care of Bakura and approached the door cautiously, pulling free her flashlight to help illuminate the darkness.
She opened the door and what she saw inside made her gasp in shock
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I bet I oingoing to get a lot a hate mail on that last cliff hanger but WHHHEEEE what a fun ride.
He he
Evil MJ
By: Evil MJ
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with the fine Yugi-oh people, nor do I claim to own any of it. I just torture for fun
Warning: you must know by know what to expect so if you don’t go back to page one
Hi gang!
Here were are, reveal the killer chapter. Many of you have guess, some correctly and some incorrectly, but it’s been a fun ride. Oh don’t think the story ends there by the way…..there are a few surprises still left …enjoy.
Ren-Chan 581- thanks for the CSI comparison, that was absolutely great!!
Angel-Belle – Yeah for cliffies
Mystique – Now you get a chance to find out theler ler – hope it was worth it
Lady Elfskye – sorry about the cliffie…nah, I love em…. Oh DD threatens my life on a daily bases, has so for the past 20 odd years.
Dragondreamer – Poor Tris, boo hoo…he he he
To all those who asked about Marik, he is in the next story…
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter Seventeen
Kyla was finding it hard to breath. This was all just too unreal, how the hell did you end up in a situation like this. From the background she could hear a decidedly snappy jazz tune playing with gusto, horns wailing and for a moment she wondered if she had lost her mind.
Her head hurt where she had been hit, her blond hair was hanging in front of her face limply, a rust tinge to it where the blood had dried. She closed her eyes a moment, fighting the nausea that was making her insides churn and threatening to erupt at any moment. The room spun and she was momentarily taken over by a wave of dizziness. She tried to remember how she got here, but the last thing in her mind was getting dressed, the rest a blank.
She tried to roll over and could feel the binding on her wrists cutting into the delicate flesh of her wrists. She tried to think of some of the things that her father used to tell her about survival and self-defence, but she couldn’t think.
A sound from the other end of the room made her turn, it sounded low and whispery like someone moving close to the shadows. She squinted desperately trying to make out who ever or what ever it was that was making the phantom noise.
The beating of her heart thundered in her ears, and her eyes grew wide in shock. Unable to control her self she let out a scream of terror.
“Mokuba!”
~*~*~*~*
Joey could not remember ever having driven this fast in his life. The past ten minutes were a blur and he doubted he could even remember how he go who where he was. Lisa sat beside him, not saying a word, her face a study in grave seriousness.
His knuckles were turning white from gripping the wheel so hard; he never felt such panic in all his life. In a final attempt to save his daughter, Joey even tried making deals with any God that would listen, there was nothing he would not do at this moment to keep her safe.
“Joey you can’t save her if you kill us on route.” Lisa snapped as he swerved in through the traffic, the siren screaming their arrival. Cars parted, desperately trying to get out of his way, in a symphony of squealing tires and irritated horns blaring their displeasure. He shot a quick look her way and noticed for the first time that her jaw was clenched in fear.
“Sorry, sorry. I just …” He couldn’t finish his sentence, but he could also tell that he didn’t need to. She would know what he couldn’t say, that’s what made them such great partners up until now. Godstil til now.
He pulled a turn cutting across traffic, barley missing getting caught in a three car pile up. He didn’t know how much time he had, how much time Kyla had, but he would be dammed if he was going to lose her…not her. If she was gone then he would go with her one way or another.
~*~*~*
Bakura stood in front of Tristan and grinned with all the charm of a predator.
“Well, did you think that you were going to go without us?” he snarled with good humour.
Tristan barely even acknowledged his presence as he yanked the car door open. “I honestly don’t give a fuck what you do. Just stay out of my way.”
Bakura chuckled and climbed in the back seat of the car. There was something about desperation and hatred that made him almost hot. He leaned foreword and trailed his fingers across Ryou’s neck, causing him to jump as if shocked.
“Can’t you keep your hands to yourself?” Tristan shot him a look of pure hatred and put the car into gear.
Bakura chuckled deep in his throat with the resonance of a purr. “Sorry, didn’t mean to open old wounds.”
Tristan clenched his teeth and focused on what he had to do.
”Why are you here? I haven’t seen either of you in years and then one day you just turn up at my door. Seems a little unlikely if you ask me.”
“We need you, Tristan. We have to set things right.” Ryou offered gently, trying to ease some of the discomfort that Bakura was causing.
Tristan shrugged. “So what’s it to me. You wanna save the world go ahead. I got other things to take care of, just stay the hell out of my way.”
In the back seat Bakura rolled his eyes and chortled. “Oh save me the drama queen act, Taylor. As much as you want to have your little revenge I think you should know that I am not going to let you screw this up with one of your temper tantrums.”
He could see Tristan eyeing him in the rear view mirror, he couldn’t decide if he should be amused or turned on. Taylor had no idea just how sexy he could be when he was angry, and with the right encouragement he was sure he could… his thoughts trailed off as Ryou turned around in his seat and cut him off with a look that spoke volumes.
”I realize that I may not be a blood thirsty ghoul like you, but irritate me enough and I am sure I could kick your ass.”
Bakura snickered.
“Oh I like that…and if that doesn’t work I’m sure you could scratch my eyes out.” He taunted before leaning forward and facing him eye to eye.
“Don’t get yourself all worked up, you know you’re the only one. Unless you want to join us, Taylor.”
Tristan just kept his eyes on the road, a slow blush creeping into his cheeks.
~*~*~*~*
Joey leaned against the door and tried to peer into the darkness within. The window was almost opaque with grim and dirt from the street, unwashed and uncared for. The whole building mimicked the overall appearance of neglect and decay. All around it the inhabitants of this neighbourhood did not fare much better, pathetic wreaks barley existing, forgotten and demoralized.
Joey could feel a scream deep inside him and fought not to give into the mire of human misery that surrounded him, trying to get a death grip on him and drag him into the darkness. He refused to give in and almost whimpered at the massive amount of emotional strength it took for him to continue. The strength of a father’s love.
Lisa had taken the back door to ensure that the main exits were covered. He tried the knob, torn between throwing it open and storming in, and taking the quieter route and sneaking up on his prey. Common sense won out and he gently opened the door.
No monsters or deranged maniacs came screaming out towards him, and for some reason instead of comforting him he only felt tenser. The sounds of soft jazz traveled up from somewhere in the lower level of the dwelling, making the whole situation seem somehow bizarre and unreal. Unbidden his mind travelled to an episode of the twilight zone he once saw as a kid, hoping that things ended much better today.
He gripped his gun like a lifeline, careful to be aware of its presence and not to fall into the age-old trap of making it a part of your body. The thing about weapons is the minute you forget they exist is the minute you lose complete control of the situation; it’s easy to allow yourself to give into automatic reflex and shoot. Too many innocent people had died that way.
Slowly he surveyed every corner of the room before proceeding, not allowing his haste to save his child to make him careless or miss something. His prey was nowhere in sight and he had over powering feeling that they knew he was there and were preparing for him.
The music suddenly stopped and the house became as silent as the grave. He held his breath in response and made himself as still as possible, straining to hear something. Any indication that there was life within and he was not too late.
From across the room he could see Lisa standing in the doorway to the kitchen, she told stood still, her head cocked to one side towards the door to the downstairs. He wondered if there was another way down or would they be forced to walk into the unknown and into the hands of their would-be killer. They would be easy targets and that was something he would try to avoid at all costs. He motioned silently to Lisa to stay where she was as he made his way over to the door making as little sound as possible. Each step sounded like a crescendo in the thickness of the silence. Sud Suddenly the music started up again, Joey had to catch himself from jumping, startled at the sudden intrusion of noise. He was not sure which was louder, the music or his heartbeat pounding in his ears. The music grew louder as he opened the door and started down the stairs. He could see very little in the poorly lit hallway, but a thin line of light trickled out from under a door at the end of the hall like a pool of sunshine through a thundercloud. It beckoned him like a siren and he was easily caught in its lure.
Silently he approached the room, around him he was assaulted by the dank musty odour of the basement, sour in his nose there was some underlying sent that he did not want to try to identify. His eyes were slowly starting to adjust to the low light conditions and he found it easier to identify the objects around him. His heart froze in his chest and he could feel his skin prickle with anxiety as he recognized the soft pink pashmina laying discarded on the floor as the one that he had bought Kyla for Christmas last year. His mouth suddenly felt dry as he noted it’s delicate fabric torn and stained with dried blood.
With a new found sense of urgency he slowly entered the room, edging the door open with the gun that he held in a death grip in his hands. The sight before him was almost enough to drop him to his knees. Kyla lay bound, face down on a old cot that appeared to be constructed of a rickety metal frame and a worn thin mattress. Her eyes were glazed with terror as she regarded her captor, who had Kyla’s hair in one hand and was baring her neck to a long wicked looking knife.
“I swear to the Gods, Tea, if you harm her in anyway I will put a bullet between your eyes.” Joey’s voice was low and commanding and pierced the room like a gunshot over the slow Jazz music. Tea looked up at him with an expression that was mixed between anger and surprise.
“You should not be here! You will ruin it all. She has to die; it is the only way, that’s what he keeps telling me.” She brought the blade closer to the pale flesh of Kyla’s neck and Joey stepped forward with his gun raised.
“And what will that get you, Tea, how can you benefit if you are dead. It’s over, let her go.”
Tea regarded him, her eyes bright with her maniacal purpose, the insanity that plagued her was evident and frightening with it’s own purpose. He could feel his insides twist, unable to remove his child from the way of harm. Kyla’s eyes never left his and tears streamed down her face, tiny whimpers emanated from her throat, but she did not cry out.
Obviously unsure of what to do next, Tea stared at him a moment. Her breathing increased as she became more agitated
“This was not supposed to happen. He told me that if I followed his instructions that I would be able to take on their essence and achieve the greatness I was supposed to.” Her eyes started to dart around the room, looking for something that only she could see.
“Who told you?” Joey asked in a soft voice, trying to keep her calm, a slight tremor to his voice indicating the fear that gripped him. Tea swung her gaze back to him with a snarl.
“Yami, he came to me when I was in the hospital after the duel and he told me what I had to do. I fought back from death and walked when they told me I would never walk again. But my life was over, I would never dance. Yami has been with me since that day, talking to me, keeping me focused and strong.” Joey was stunned at the admission.
“Where is Yami now Tea?” Unsure of how to deal with this new development, one screwball at a time was enough. Tea laughed a shrill high-pitched laugh of madness.
“He won’t show himself to you, you are not worthy. He chose me, we were always meant to be together. He is the one; he shows me the way and gives me the strength to do what I have to.”
“Tea, is Yami here?” He prodded, noting at with each questthe the blade had started to drop, her grip on Kyla had grown slack.
“Of course he is. He is everywhere. I see him in my sleep and he follows me when I wake. He belongs to me now, Yugi lost him.”
It was all starting to become clear to Joey now. There was no Yami, Tea had created him to deal with her pain, he was a part of her insanity. From behind him he could hear a noise as someone entered the room, and suddenly he was not so sure of his clarity. Perhaps there was a Yami after all.
“You bitch. You think you can take innocent lives and get away with it.” Joey half turned to see Tristan filling the doorway, a gun in his hand pointing at Tea. He felt the pit of his stomach drop as the situation just turned from bad to disastrous.
“Get out of here, Tristan.” He said in a quiet voice, careful not to agitate Tea any further, but Tristan would have none of it. The rage on his face made him cold and determined for blood.
“And what, Joe? Let her go to jail, knowing full well that she killed Hiroe and the baby. How soon do you think she will be out on parole, or worse they put her in a hospital where they take care of her until she convinces them that she is sane? She doesn’t deserve to live when my family is dead. We both know that.”
“And if you kill her then we all might as well say good bye to any chance of restoring the world to what it should be and bringing back Yugi.” A voice rasped from behind Tristan.
Joey watched as Bakura slid out from the shadows, the light catching in his pale hair making him seem like something otherworldly. Tea turned to Bakura; she seemed confused now, unsure of what she should do at this point. Taking advantage of her momentary lapse of attention Joey moved so that he was in front of Tristan’s line of fire.
“Get out of the way, Joey!” Tristan screamed, his face flush with anger.. “Don’t make me shoot you.” He made no attempt to stop the tears that were welling up in his eyes and overflowing, the anger slowly being replaced by pain. “She can’t be allowed to live, not after what she did …not after Hiroe and the baby. I’ve lost them all, Joey.” His voice cracked with emotion. “I’ve lost them all.” Joey watched him slowly losing his composure; physically he was starting to fold in on himself.
Bakura took a step forward and faced Tea.
“So couldn’t have the real thing so you decided to make one of your own up did you? Doesn’t look like you accomplished very much. Maybe you just don’t have what it takes.” Joey turned to Bakura to yell at him to stop when a screech of rage emanated from behind him. Tea released her hold on Kyla and launched herself at Bakura with murderous intent, knife aimed high.
With reflexes that no normal man should have ever possessed Bakura slickly moved to one side and grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the knife and with the other put her in a head lock, effectively immobilizing her.
“Really now, is that lady-like behaviour?” He hissed in her ear with a chuckle. “You know, I think I like you a lot better this way. You got some spunk to you.” Bakura almost giggled as he taunted her.
Joey shook his head in amazement before he went over to tend to his daughter; Lisa arrived from upstairs and cuffed Tea who had all but lost the fire that drove her. She seemed to be a shell of her former self, resigned to her fate, whatever it may be.
Once untied, Kyla buried herself in her father’s arms, sobbing.
“Daddy, you have to help him.” She pleaded. Confused Joey pushed her away so that he could look at her.
“Help who, honey?” Kyla half turned and pointed to a door that was almost hidden in the darkened corner of the room.
“Mokuba. Please daddy, he needs help.” Lisa left the now meek Tea in the care of Bakura and approached the door cautiously, pulling free her flashlight to help illuminate the darkness.
She opened the door and what she saw inside made her gasp in shock
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I bet I oingoing to get a lot a hate mail on that last cliff hanger but WHHHEEEE what a fun ride.
He he
Evil MJ