Feel on the Dark

Feel on the Dark
by RL.Angstshipping
say good-bye to the hindering past;

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Second Sight

All My Incentive

With no visible cause, it was only natural that the shattering glass stirred up a ruckus among the students. Malik, though he’d remained outwardly calm, had kept his violet eyes fixated on the area. It was possible that this entire place was rigged, that these ‘freak’ accidents were all set up. To Malik, that seemed the most logical – the most logical and least nerve-wracking.

At his side, Ryou stood in a daze, heart beating quickly in his chest. Was that a ghost? If it was, why was he just standing here? Turning to Malik, unable to contain his grin, he stated, "We might as well go inside!"

Heart-sinking (Malik had been dreading these words), the Egyptian nodded slowly. Might as well; it wasn't as if he could avoid this forever.

Devious and You

The idea that this sick twist of fate was a favor seemed unlikely to Bakura. After all, what favor involved two people who could practically be your twins showing up at your doorstep and flaunting their life? Gruffly, the thief (king) snapped, "No, I can't."

The negative response made his companion grin darkly (for Mariku loved having the upper hand) and the Egyptian stepped forward to run his finger over the broken glass. "Don't you see? The gods delivered us a second chance at life."

Bakura narrowed his eyes. As always, Mariku was being frustratingly vague. "You're welcome to get to the point."

"Am I?" came the annoying dark purr of the Egyptian as he licked his lips. "… We can affect physical objects, yes?"

Bakura didn't answer the question as it didn't merit a response. "Is this relevant?"

"Of course," Mariku huffed, taking a step towards the other. "With a decent amount of focus, we can affect the physical world. It may take a lot of energy but, if I'm correct in my assumption, we could take control of them from the inside out - a power surge, if you will."

"Possession." The word rolled off of Bakura's tongue as the thief glanced once more out the window. The theory made sense… "When?"

Mariku shrugged. "Anytime we get them alone." He chuckled lightly at the statement. "Though, the first time or two, I imagine we won't have the bodies long."

“Long enough.”

Thrill of the Hunt

The porch step creaked under Malik's weight, Ryou bouncing quietly behind him. Malik didn't allow himself time to hesitate as he opened the front door. The stench of antique furniture and mildew was the first thing to greet him. Coughing, he readjusted his bag, "Our room's upstairs, right?"

His response was muffled so he glanced over his shoulder. Ryou glanced at him, puzzled a moment. "Uh-huh, yeah. Upstairs, last room on the right. Did… you say something else?"

Malik shook his head as he started up the stairs. The railing was half-rotting away and Malik couldn't help but wonder if this place met safety regulations.

They made it to the end of the hallway and found their room, the door ajar and all too inviting. Pushing it with his foot, Malik forced it open the rest of the way. The room was plain enough: one double bed was in the center of the far wall with a nightstand on either side and an antique desk was against the right wall. Other than that, the room was fairly bare.

Malik set his suitcase on the bed, plopping down beside it. "We made it up here alive. That's a good sign, right?"

Ryou chuckled, "Or maybe they just want us to think we're safe." He approached the bed as well, placing his bag on Malik's feet and unzipping it. "So, do you think I can put my clothes in the closet?"

Malik eyed the suitcase on his feet, lifting it slightly. "It certainly beats where you've got them now."

Another small laugh and Ryou opened the suitcase, deciding that perhaps it would be best to check how much space they had in the closet before he began unpacking. With company, it would only be polite if they divided the space evenly. Moving to the closet door, he slid it open after some effort to get it unstuck. To his surprise, their was already one outfit there, jammed into the back corner. Leaning in, he took it off the hanger, holding it up to examine it fully.

Malik was the first to react, standing up immediately (Ryou's suitcase plummeting to the floor with a thud) and pointing at it, jaw dropped. "R-Ryou, drop that! It's covered in blood!"

Covered was an exaggeration but there was definitely blood on the garment, splattered across the chest. It was old, stained into the fabric and faded with age, but it was there. Unsure of what to do exactly, Ryou just held it, fingers curled around the shoulders. "I- uh, do you think… I mean, the ghosts?"

"Do I think that's their blood?" Malik replied with a laugh. "I don't care if that's their blood. You probably just got AIDS, moron!"

With that, Ryou flung the dress in Malik's direction, the dress falling to his feet. Staring at his hands for a moment, Ryou looked up with a pitiful frown. "Well, now you have it, too." He glanced down at the dress. "… On your feet."

Malik couldn't help but chuckle, kicking to get the offending dress off his feet. Then, he looked at Ryou, expression perplexed. "Now that I've had time to properly worry about what that was, I'm disturbed." He moved back to the bed, kicking off his shoes. "That doesn't even make sense. It was petty criminals killed, right? That wasn't theirs." Then, calming down, he sighed, "So it was planted."

Ryou kneeled down beside the dress, "Don't write it off so quickly. There are plenty of reasons that could be real." Plenty, really, Ryou just had to make them up.

Ready, Set, Go!

"Don't look so cheerful," Mariku murmured into his companion's ear, tongue tracing along the rim. They could neither taste nor feel in this state so the gesture was more out of habit.

Bakura's expression was neutral, reddish-brown eyes focused on the boy kneeling down by the dress. He was decent, not an exact replica, but the thief didn't really have room to be picky. "Alright, genius, what do you suggest we do? Wait until they fall asleep and slowl--"

He was cut off by an abrupt laugh, one loud enough that it caught Ryou's ear (faintly, but he still knew it was something). "Are you kidding me?" He waved his hand towards the desk, "Candlestick. Knock the morons out."

End Second Sight