Nobody Lives Happily Ever After

Nobody Lives Happily Ever After
By: Evil MJ

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh. All characters (except the ones I made up) belong to the fine people of Yu-gi-oh. If I did own Yu-gi-oh, they would all be 30 and doing my personal bidding.

Warning: GORE....you hear me GORE! Blood, death, mutilation...have I scared you yet? There's some emotional crap stuck in there too, which if you ask me is scarier than violen The There are also guy-guy scenes too.

So here we are again. Here's a little personal triva for everyone that amused me today: Did you know that when I am writing these stories I am usually staring at a lava lamp, playing with play-doh with a Life Saver Sucker in my face. Please don't ask what I make with Play-doh.

Thanks for the great reivews. I appreciate all them and have become nerotic enough to check for them several time a day...oh well, what's one more psychosis in the bunch. Hope you likes it!!

Katmon--LOCK YOUR DOOR!!! No little sisters allowed!!!

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Chapter Seven

The sun seemed to blaze hot and high in the sky, more so than any other day Mako had ever experienced. His skin felt sticky and grimy, sweat tricked down his back. It was all he could do not to turn and run in the other direction, his heart seemed to thud painfully in his chest and his breath hitched from the anxiety.

It took about an hour of trekking through a bit of wildness before they reached the humble finishing village that sat nestled in the crook of a small inlet. A few boats floated lazily upon the waters edge, tided to a crude wharf, while others were visible on the waterline.

Tristan and Mako followed the well-worn path down into the village center where a group of women were talking, a gaggle of children running about their feet.


"Excuse me ladies, perhaps you could give us a little assistance.” Mako asked pleasantly, presenting himself to the group. Much to his surprise they all turned to look at him with expressions of shock and horror.

“Ayiee!!” One older woman cried and started to sink to the ground as her legs became too week to hold her up, the other woman catching her and gently bringing her to the ground. “Nori, it’s Nori returned to me from beyond.” She cried her arms reaching up to him beseechingly. Mako took a step bacmpinmping into Tristan, unsure of how to handle this situation.

“Is she okay?” He asked to no one in particular.

A young girl was kneeling before the older woman, trying to comfort her; she looked up at Mako and smiled.

“It’s okay. She is just a little shocked. You look very much like my uncle.” She turned her attentions back to her mother. “Auntie please, look, he is not Uncle Nori. See how young he is.”

The woman ceased her wailing and focused her gaze once again on Mako, pulling herself back up to standing position. “Tell me young man, what is your name.”

Mako stepped forward so that he was directly in front of her. “Mako Tsunami, I’m...”

She cut him off by grabbing his arm, her eyes intense. “You seek your father, no?”

Mako nodded, unable to bring himself to speak, the old woman smiled widely and pulled him into a fierce embrace. “Then you are the one, he waited for you to come for so long. The sea toim sim several years back, but not a day went by when his eyes did not search the waters.”

Mako pulled back, tears running freely down his face, a sharp pain in his heart.

“Then why did he never try to find me?” He asked brokenly, his voice shaking.

The woman wiped his tears with her hand and smiled softly. “Oh, my Mako. When Nori came to us he was so sick that I feared he would die. He was a strong man though, and he fought his way back to life, your name on his lips. When he awoke, he was confused; he did not know who he was or how he came to be here in our village.”

She looked out into the ocean as if reliving the memories. “He had no where to go, he could not remember his life before and after a time became content to stay with us and make a life with me as my husband.”


Mako shook his head slightly as if trying to deny her words, but she only grabbed his hand and continued.

“Many years later, after the birth of chi children,” She indicated to a couple of the boys that stood at the edge of the group that had gathered. “He was caught in a great storm, for days he fought for his life until he returned to us.” She paused and turned to Mako again. “The storm returned his memory and it broke his heart in two. One half belonged to his family here on the island, the other belonged to you. He could not leave me here with two small children, and he feared that if he went to find you that you would reject him after so long, or worse were dead.”


“He hoped that one day you might find him, he wrote to you every day in his journals. I have saved each one for you, as he wished. Now they are yours so that you might know your father.” She wiped the tears that filled her eyes and embraced him again. “He loved you so much, I just wished he had lived to see your return. How proud he would have been of the man you have become.”


Mako no longer held back the sobs that racked his body and let his father’s wife hold him while he let all the years of sorrow and heartache spill out.


Tristan d atd at the edge of the crowed, unsure of what he should do, when a pretty girl, he assumed was about his age touched his arm to get his attention.


“Come, you will stay with our family so that Mako can get acquainted with his new family. My name is Hiroe.”

Tristan looked to the girl and then back to Mako. “Will he be staying with us as well?”


She shook her head to the negative. “No, this time is for the family. We have no pltherthere.”


Tristan could only follow the girl towards the houses. He couldn’t help but to feel that Mako was slipping from his life, and there wasn’t a damn thing that he could do to stop it.

~*~*~*~**~*~*~


Lisa handed a stack of papers over to Joey and sat down tiredly. “The leads for today, sire, filed by time received. Enjoy.”

Joey grimaced and leafed through them quickly before he tossed them onto his desk. His in box seemed to be growing exponentially each day and his time available for paperwork was shrinking quickly. He took a drink of luke warm coffee and sighed.

“I don’t suppose there is anything promising in the stack?” He questioned hopefully.


Lisa smiled and put her feet up on his desk, leaning back slightly in her chair. “Sure, if one of the fourteen confessions just happens to be our guy. Somehow I remain skeptical.”

Joey restrained the desire to throw the papers back at her. His temper ran close to the surface today and he found himself biting his tongue on more than one occasion, well aware that the reason for his temper possessed a lush body and sensual green eyes that he could not get out of his head.

“What about the repot back from forensics, did we receive it yet?” He hoped that the turn around in that department might be running faster than usual. Lisa reached behind her to a file on her desk and passed it to him with a flourish.

“Finally, I am glad to announce something has gone right for the dream team. Not only did we get it back early, but there are a few treats inside.”

Joey flipped open the file eagerly and scanned the contents, pausing at each of the results, and then reviewing them a second time to ensure that he had read them right.

“This is some good shit. It’s about time to!” He announced feeling energized. Lisa grinned and gave him a thumbs up to indicate her agreement on this subject. “We’ll get a couple of the guys to check out the paint chips, and the fibers found on the last two victims, from what I am reading here we seem to have a possible match. I need you to follow up on the DNA results, see what you can pull up, not only from our agencies, but the FBI as well. They already agreed to extend assistance if we require. They should also have that profile that we requested done too.”


Lisa nodded and pulled a notebook from the back pocket of her pants. “Joe, I also got a couple of witness who have identified the same car as Tristan. I even got lucky with one; they got a partial license on it. I also have a meeting set up with Emiko’s boyfriend, he’s agreed to meet with me, from what he said over the phone Emiko mentioned to him that there were several times during rehearsals thhe fhe felt someone watching her. “

Joey started to make a comment but Lisa continued.

“The theater was empty at the time Joe. Everyone dismissed this as either stage fright or paranoia on her part. I’ll see if I can find something out tomorrow morning.”

They were interrupted by the shrill ring of Joey’s phone. Irritated at the interruption he grabbed up the receiver and barked his name into the phone.

“Oh dear, I hope I haven’t caught you at an inconvenient time Detective.” A soft cultured English voice responded to his greeting. Joey’s mouth dropped open in surprise causing Lisa to raise an eyebrow in question.

“Ryou?” He asked, amazed to being hearing from yet another friend from the past in such a short time.


“Yes, I hope I‘m not bothering you Detective, but I really needed to speak to someone and yours was the only name that came to my head.” He continued, speaking quicker this time. Almost predicting where this conversation was going, Joey let him continue so that he might confirm the suspicion.

“I received an eope ope in the post quite recently and I’m not quite sure what tke oke of it. I really don’t know anyone else who might understand why this is so disturbing, and to be honest I have no idea what it means.” He paused and Joey took the opportunity to jump in.


“You received a card, one from Yugi’s deck.” A slight hiss of intaken breath was audible thought the phone line in reaction to Joey’s words.

“You know what this means then?” The hope was evident in his voice.

“Honestly, Ryou, I don’t have a clue. All I can tell you is that the group of us who were there at the duel where Yugi died has received a card. At least those I have spoken to.” He amended. The silence that followed this statement made him slightly uncomfortable.


“I haven’t spoken to any of you in a long time. Probably my own fault, I can’t imagine who would be sending these cards, or why now so many years later.”

Joey leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.


“I have to ask you this, Ryou, but have you been in contact with Bakura since the day he left?” A moment passed before anything was said.

“No” Ryou replied in a slightly shaky voice. “ I tired many times over the years but I have no idea where he went, and he has his mind shielded from me. For all I know he could be dead. Sometimes I think that might be the best thing, that we would never see each other again.”


“I can’t believe that, Ryou.” Joey responded to what was obliviously an open wound to his old friend. “If you do hear from him though, I want you to contact me. I think it’s important that I speak with him.” He knew that it was unlikely this would happen, but fate had been intervening a lot lately.


”I will, of course. Although I can’t imagine what you could want to speak to him about. You will contact me if find out anything won’t you?”


Joey affi tha that he would and thanked him for the call. Staring at the files that lay on the desk before him, illustrating page after page of murder and torture, he could only think that there might be one person on this plant who could accomplish this kind of destruction, and prayed to the Gods for all that he was worth that he was wrong.

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The teenage youth stood in the doorway, unsure of whether or not he should enter, all of his earlier bravado now forgotten as he faced the man standing before him.


“You needn’t look so afraid, I told you you can trust me, and I meant it.” The tall man, seemed impatient, his arms crossed and his foot seemed to tap ever so slightly. Obviously he was used to issuing commands that were followed without question; he had an air of superiority and confidence that came from a position of power. Tentatively the boy took a step into the room and surveyed his surroundings.

It was dark, the corners hidden in shadows as only a small lamp illuminated a narrow perimeter. It looked like a hotel room, with a bed and it’s own mini bar in the corner. He could see something hanging on the walls but really could not make out what they were, nervously he moved out of the way so the man could close the door. He looked up at him with wide eyes and tried to look like he wasn’t scared out of his mind.

“What do you want me to call you?” He asked, embarrassed by the tremor in his voice. He was used to men paying for his favours, fulfilling their sexual needs in confidence, however there was something about this one that made him feel unsure, much like his first experience. The man smiled and placed a hand against the boy’s cheek tenderly, the close proximity made him feel both frightened and aroused, the combination was heady and he felt his heart hammering at a rapid pace.


“My name isn’t important. You can refer to me as Master, just like I specified in our deal.”


The boy pressed his face into the hand and licked its salty flesh with a small pink tongue, causing the man to shiver. He felt some of the fear trickle away at the obvious power that he held; however small it was.

“Take off your shirt.” The man commanded, his voice thick with desire.

The boy gave him a tiny smile and removed his shirt, as slowly as he could, allowing the fabric to gently caress his pale white skin. He could hear the man’s breathing quicken and impishly licked his lips, teasing him.

Roughly the man grabbed him and pulled him close so that he was pressed against him, and captured the boy’s mouth with his own, his tongue forcing his mouth open, thrusting inside. The boy fought weakly against him and he could hear the man moan at his actions, desire deepening the kiss, he could feel the firmness of his erection pressed against his belly.

The man broke the kiss suddenly and focused his penetrating gaze on to him.

“Now, you are going to do everything I tell you, and at the end of the night if I enjoyed your attentions I will double your pay. Do you understand?”


The boy nodded weakly as the man stepped back and pulled the drawer to the large bedside table open and removed the contents.


He felt a little apprehensive at the assortment of items; whips, handcuff, gags, bottles of oil and other more sinister looking devices of bondage and sexual torture.

Submissively he allowed the man to fasten a collar around his neck. He was sure that as he let the man lock him securely to the bed that he moaned the name ‘Yugi’ into his hair.

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Tristan watched Mako interacting with his new found family with the ease that comes from his affable nature and couldn’t help but to feel a little jealous.


His family had never been close, and he couldn’t remember the last time he had spoken to any of them. For the past several years Mako was the only person he was close enough to, to even consider them family. He felt another twinge of unease as he realized how left out he truly felt and then berated himself for his selfishness.


He walked down the small dirt path to where Mako was sitting with a gaggle of children of assorted ages.


“Tristan!” Mako greeted him with a welcoming smile that made him feel even worse for his earlier misgivings. “I’ve missed you, where have you been hiding yourself?”


Tristan sat down and put an arm around Mako, which to his dismay was brushed off.


“Sorry, Tris, but I think it would be best to tone things down with my family around.” He spoke in low tones so that they would not be overheard. “You understand, don’t you?”


Tristan only nodded and moved away from Mako with a look that, despite his acquiesce, indicated that he clearly did not. Mako looked like he was about to say something more to assure Tristan that his feelings had not changed, when Mako’s stepmother interrupted them.


“Mako, have you finished the journals now?” She asked hopefully.


Mako stood up and embraced her warmly. “I have indeed, mother Fumiki. I am happy to know that my father was able to find a loving home here with you. It appears that he loved you deeply, I could ask for no greater comfort.”

Pleased she put an arm around his waist and looked up at him. “This does not bring you any pain? I worried so that you would feel resentment that your father had found a new family. I did not want you to think that he ever stopped loving you.”


Mako shook his head. “I know from the words that he wrote that my father never stopped loving me, as I have never stopped loving him. I knew in my heart that he had not perished in that storm, nor that he would ever willingly leave me behind.”

Fumiki wiped the tears from her eyes, her heart filled with happiness at his words.


Tristan tried to look happy for Mako, but something held him back from allowing himself to share in the obvious joy that Mako, himself, had found.

“There is something else that your father wanted for you Mako. I waited until you had finished his journals so that you would have time to get reacquainted with the man that your father was. It was his greatest hope that one day you would find him and take your place as his son in our family. He wanted to bring his old family and new family together and heal the rift that had been created by time. To do this he had one last request to be made of you.”


She motioned for Hiroe to come forward bearing an envelope and a necklace. With a shy smile the pretty girl placed the necklace around Mako’s neck and kissed his cheek, handing him the letter. Mako thanked her and tore it open eagerly scanning the contents.

Tristan stood up as all the color drained from Mako’s face and he looked up at Tristan with an expression warring between shock and horror.

Fumiki grabbed the hands of the Hiroe and Mako, holding them up in the air joyously.

“Tonight we will have a great feast to celebrate the engagement of Hiroe and Mako.” She announced to the great delight of the crowd that had gathered.

Tristan turned and headed back up the path as fast as he could manage. Mako’s voice trailing behind him, begging him to stop.

~*~*~*~


Tracy stared into the face of God as is appeared before her powerful and knowing. She tried to reach out and touch him, but found that her arms did not respond to her command. Frustrated she turned and looked at her body, her mind awash with the overpowering realization that she was floating above herself.


Down below she lay unclothed, placed almost reverently on an alter of some sort that was draped in a burgundy fabric, her long blond hair formed a nimbus about her head, giving her the appearance of an Angel. She could see that her eyes were open, mowing periodically from side to side, completely detached from her consciousness.

((Dear God, how can this be, how can I see myself? Am I dead?)) Her thoughts were so crisp and clear that she could almost see the words forming in front of her. A sense of both fascination and fear filled her.


The God moved closer, every sound penetrating her mind in a way that she had never noticed before, she strove to speak to her God but found her words coming out in intelligible mumbles.


“By now you must be feeling pretty good, my young sacrifice.” The face wavered and smiled benevolently and Tracy wanted to cry with joy but her body would not respond.


“Don’t worry about your corporeal form, it is meaningless, a shell. True power, the truest of knowledge and experience occur when you can finally free yourself of your earthly shackles. Tell me that you don’t feel alive, attuned to the world around you. You are liberated of that which binds our minds and sprits, for a time you are free to commune with the world around you, and then you shall join with me so that I might become what I was destined to be. “


Tracy listened to the words as if they were a litany of religious prayer delivered by a chosen member of a church. She felt such wonder to be chosen by God in such a manner and her who was being lifted in euphoria.


The God raised a hand and touched her face, her body in such a loving manner, all the while humming a tune. Music had never sounded so real to her until this moment.


”Of course to attain this level of outer body experience you really need someone who knows what they are doing, you needn’t fear dying if you did this on your own. Ketamine is a kind drug and you would go unconscious before you could ever overdose. A true connoisseur knows just how much you can take so that you arralyralyzed, freeing your mind to experience the world in a way that you never have before, achieving true out of body experiences. “


The God pulled a long knife from beneath it’s coat and held it aloft so the light in the room was caught on it’s blade and flashed like lightning. Tracy was fascinated at the light, never before had she truly looked at it, the colour was alive and seemed to merge with her mind.


“You, my dear one, have been chosen to give up this shell that you carry and become a part of something bigger. You will provide me with power and strength. This is not an easy road though. True greatness is always achieved by great suffering. I have suffered, and now so shall you.’


The blade slid deep into Tracy’s belly like liquid fire, her mind screamed and writhed, while her body lay still like a corpse. Her intestines were pulled free and allowed to pool about her like sausage, in a pool of blood and fluids.


“So shall you be bound, on the outside as you were once within.” The voice became harsh and breathy as the knife began to cut away, taking first the fingers on her right hand, down to the knuckles, placing them in the hollowed out cavity. Then they moved to the left hand and completed the task again, the motions of the dark God swift and unrepentant.


Tracy tried to free herself from the scene below but was unable, tethered by an invisible leash to her mutilated form. The pain was unrelenting and she ached to be released. Screaming she begged the God to stop, never before had she felt such pain, intensified by her unencumbered senses.


A sharp bark that sounded like a cross between laugher and pain erupted from the God as they performed the same task on her feet, removing each toe, slowly and calculatingly, placing them in Tracy’s stomach along with her fingers. Next she cut the flesh that joined her breasts to her chest, removing the vestiges of her femininity. The thick streams of dark crimson blood soaked the material on the alter and pooled on the floor beneath as the cloth became too saturated to hold anymore. Weak, Tracy could feel the connection to her body start to fade, the room becoming infused with a beautiful white light and the pain starting to recede.


The Dark one now armed with a wicked locking cleaver turned their attention to her head. As the knife bit into the tender skin at her neck hewehewed her head from her body, Tracy gave herself over to the warmth of the light and allowed her life to drain from her body.


Below the Dark Harbinger of Vengeance smiled, licked the blood from a gloved hand and finished the job of dismembering the corpse.

*~*~*~*~*~*~

It was a clear night when Tomi made his rounds, a security guard for the Kaiba Corporation for thirteen years, he patrolled these warehouses with the efficiency of experience and routine. He was tired tonight, his sister and her children were staying with him for a week while their house was repaired, it’s structure made weak by a recent earthquake. The newness of the experience had kept the little ones up all night with shrieks of delight as they giggled and ranut iut in the spare room. His bachelor’s life interrupted, he tried to remain good-natured, as he understood the exuberance of youth, however he longed to find some peace and catch up on some much needed sleep.

As he turned the corner he saw a form huddled in the doorway of one of the warehouses, it looked like one of the homeless had found refuge in the doorframe and lay sleeping.


“Grandfather, you cannot sleep here, come let me help you find your way out.” He ed oed out gently, always respectful, aware that this pathetic wretch could easily be himself should the fates divine it. He shone his flashlight towards the form when there was no answer.

“Grandfather, are you sick? Let help you to a healer so that you might be treated.” He offered, feeling saddened at the misfortune of another. Still the form did not move and Tomi approached warily. Although crime in this area was a rare occurrence, he still remained on his guard at all timeSetoSeto Kaiba paid well for the services of others, however he was did not accept poor performance and Tomi did not want to ever fell the shame of failure.

A silent cry formed on his lips when he realized just what it was that he was looking at. His mind struggled to make sense of the carnage that lay before him.

A package of human flesh, cut into pieces and tied together by it’s own intestines lay in pool of gore in front of the doorway. The head of the girl placed in frontit, it, her eyes open and pleading even in death. He felt cold and sick; his skin crawled with the sense that her spirit still clung to her dismembered form bound by the evil essence that surrounded her.

Tomi’s hand shook as he pulled his phone free and called the police.

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Now, I am going to have to think of a way to out do myself!! So many people to kill, so little time. I guess I am just to have to put some more sex in....oh I love that Joey Wheeler.. P.S P.S. Don't forget to review...and for those who wish to flame...probably not the best idea as I will just use it to kill someone else...do you really want that on your hands?? Do you??