Who Knew

Title: Who Knew

By: KuroSakura-chan/KuroSakura

Summary: Ryou has been murdered, and Domino City is paying for it. Now, Seto has to find a way to stop Bakura before either Yami kills the thief...or the thief kills Seto and Mokuba.

Genre: Angst, Tragedy, Crime,

Category: Yu-Gi-Oh

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

Warnings: Yaoi, 1st Person, Violence, Character Death,

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

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-Bakura-

I feel a nagging thought at the back of my mind as I leave the Game Shop. Still, I ignore it as I have actual prey now. I'll find the Pharaoh later.

Getting to the police station is easier than I expected. I didn't think there would be back alleys all the way up to the building, but apparently, these guys didn't think everything through when they made it their headquarters.

I slip into the building's air ducts. It's actually hilarious that breaking into places is easier now. In my time, I only had windows. Now, there are air ducts, air conditioning vents, and other small areas that are unguarded because people assume that someone as small as I either wouldn't break in, or doesn't exist. It'll be the death of the bastard who killed Ryou.

Although, large fans are a problem. Or, they would be if I weren't so skilled at dismantling things attempting to kill me. I just have to be careful not to lean too close while I use my nimble fingers to tear open the small center piece of the fan, where all the power is held and rip the wires out. I smirk in satisfaction as the blades slow to a stop, allowing me to slip through the opening. It's not that tight of a squeeze for me, but it may be difficult to get the murderer through...Whatever. I'll use the Ring to get us out, if I have to.

I slow down as I start reaching grates in the bottom of the shaft. Crawling too quickly would make enough noise for me to be heard, and I could miss the one near the cell I'm looking for. I suppose metal ventilation shafts make sense, considering they're easy to clean, but the way noise is conducted through, it makes my job a bit more difficult. But, I've had so much practice breaking into places, I'm hardly conscious of my changing speed and technique of moving through the shaft.

I glance down the first grate and continue moving as I only see the front desk. I only need a glance down each grate to tell where I am and that I need to keep going. It's fairly easy to find my way around after having spent many nights here for drunken disorderly arrests. I was hardly ever alone as I used to drink with Marik, Malik, and Otogi. Nor did I usually stay the whole night. Seto despises drunken phone calls, but calls from the police make him livid. He would usually bail me out after an hour or so, only to administer his own punishment for interrupting his work. I don't think he ever caught onto the fact that I was doing it on purpose after awhile. He works too much.

I push Seto from my mind as I begin to get a queasy feeling. I haven't been good to him, even though he's been trying to help me. Ryou would be pissed if he knew how I am-I stop, looking down and smirking. I've found him. I hadn't realized there was a grate above his cell.

“No, you don't understand! If you leave me alone, he'll find me!” The bastard yelps, reaching for the retreating officer.

“To be honest, I hope he gets you for what you did to that poor kid.” The officer replies, neither turning nor stopping. The bastard whimpers as the officer closes the door as he leaves, and I smirk as I begin working on removing the grate quietly. The bastard is small enough that I'll be able to drag him through the vents. Honestly, though, I'm even more pissed off that someone so weak-looking as this prick is could have harmed Ryou. This guy looks like he belongs in a small cubicle, working at a computer.

I snarl silently, quietly setting the grate aside. I make sure I can hook my feet on the sides of the opening and let myself hang down, grabbing the guy from behind. I dig my nails into his neck with my left hand as my right hand clamps down over his mouth. “If you scream, I'll slit your throat right here. If you stay quiet, you might live.” He nods, and a sour scent hits me. The fucker pissed himself. Great. Just what I need, a murderer with a weak bladder. I release his mouth and neck, instead grabbing his arms. To be honest, I might not have thought this whole thing through. Sure, my feet are hooked to the edges of the opening, and by hooked I mean turned the right way to keep me from falling. However, I have no leverage with which to pull us up. Rolling my eyes, I just focus on the Ring and use the copious amount of shadows in the shaft to pull us up. The fucker quivers as I begin to drag him through the shaft. I guess I have to give him credit for staying quiet, because I haven't heard a peep out of him yet. He'll be screaming plenty soon, though. I have no intention of letting him live.

Once we're outside, I drag him through back alleys until I deem we're far enough from everyone else. I sharply twist my wrist, slamming him into the nearest wall. “Why?” I growl, slamming my arm against his neck with bruising, but not killing, force. He whimpers, and I smell fresh piss. I'm going to need a shower after this. “Tell me why you killed him.” I hiss this time.

“S-Seto Kaiba...”

A/N: Don't kill me! The 6^th chapter will be up soon-ish. Depends on papers and mid-terms and stuff. There's only one, maybe two more chapters, so, yeah, almost done.