Whisper

Title: Whisper

By: KuroSakura/KuroSakura-chan

Category: Yu-Gi-Oh

Summary: “Brother never really
put stock in this sort of thing, but...I really just need to see Seto
again. I have to know that he doesn't blame me.”

Genre: Drama, Angst, Tragedy, Humor,
Fantasy,

Couples: Marik/Ryou, Otogi/Malik,
?/Bakura,

Warnings: Yaoi, 1^st Person,
Character Death, Witches, AU,

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.

…

-Ryou-

“Ryouuuu~” I glance up,
hearing Malik call to me. He comes running into the room, surprising
me. He has problems with staying off the walls and ceilings. The
pre-teen following him into the room, however, makes things
understandable. “Ryou, this boy says he needs your help.”

The boy bows nervously, confirming
that he's at least lived in Japan, as his black hair and almond eyes
suggest. It's actually really easy to tell, having lived in Japan
prior to moving here to America. It's quite the culture shock. Even
more-so than having moved to Japan from England. America defies all
expectations.

“Please...” The boy
begins. “I don't know where else to turn...”

“It's all right...” I say,
leaning forward to move my books from the one other chair in the
room. “Please, sit down.” As he sits down, I set the
books I moved from the chair onto the stack beside my chair. Next I
move the notebook full of biology notes off of my lap. I had never
really expected how many books I would need to have in order to study
to become a pediatrician. “Now, how about you tell me your
name and why you need my help.”

“Ano...My name is
Mokuba...Mokuba Kaiba...” He says. Malik plops onto the floor
near my chair, apparently having nothing better to do. “I...I
need your help because my brother was murdered, and I need to see him
again.”

“Murdered? Do you know how?”
I ask as I grab a few pieces of paper and fold them. Once folded, I
whisper a little spell over them, and they become little sprites in
my hands. Mokuba stares openly at them, but they only have eyes and
ears for me. “Investigate.” I whisper quietly so Mokuba
cannot hear. They fly off quickly, and I can rest assured that I'll
have all the answers I need shortly.

“Well, that's the weird thing.
He was killed in his room in the middle of the night...and our
cameras didn't see anyone go inside. No one heard him scream,
either, but he was ripped apart...The only thing I can guess is that
he was cursed.” Mokuba says, his voice shaking as he described
his brother's death. I have to suppress a shudder. I don't want to
think about anyone being
ripped apart, let along my
brother. Finding Bakura so murdered would be horrific...“I
have this weird feeling that it's my fault...Brother never really put
much stock into this sort of thing, but...I really just need to see
Seto again. I have to know that he doesn't blame me. Can you help?”

I want to not
think about it and say yes, I really do. Except...There's something
about this that speaks to the darker realm. The realm that I can't
even touch because I'm so firmly trenched in the light realms. We
need Bakura's help for this, and my dear twin brother is the most
difficult man to work with. Especially since he's gotten it into his
head that I should be focusing on my studies, and nothing else.

Saving me from
responding, my sprites return. They land on my shoulders, and one
leans forward to whisper in my ear. “Mokuba Kaiba, a
14-year-old adoptee to Gozaburo Kaiba of Kaiba Corporation. From
what we can tell, he possesses minimal psychic abilities, including
the ability to see things no normal human can see and the ability to
tell when something isn't what it seems.

“Elder
brother, Seto Kaiba, was also an adoptee of Gozaburo Kaiba. He was
next in line to inherit the company prior to his murder. No obvious
irregularities in him, so far as we can tell, but we couldln't get
into his room to check further.” The sprites all shudder as
one before continuing. “He was murdered by a demon, and it was
very powerful. Its aura still permeates the room, making it
impossible for us to enter.”

Having given their
report, they fall from my shoulders, the sprites inhabiting the paper
leaving. I think a little more on everything. “Malik? Can
you bring Otogi and Bakura here? We're going to need them for this.”