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.

...

-Bakura-

“Malik, get off my ceiling.” I
state, not opening my eyes.

“Who's Malik?” The person on my
ceiling demands. I open my eyes, confused. Whenever someone is on
my ceiling, it always turns out to be the small of the spider demon
twins. He seems to have this belief that everyone needs to be up at
the crack of dawn like Ryou. But this person is certainly not the
Egyptian spider demon. Instead of pale blond hair of Malik's, this
guy has chestnut-colored hair. His skin is pale, rather than
Egyptian tan, almost too pale. In fact...I can see though
him. Dammit. I don't feel like dealing with a spirit. I glance up
at his face, and my breath catches in my throat. His eyes...His eyes
are an ice-blue, perfectly clear. I've always had a attraction to
eyes like his; eyes that actually show the person's emotions, even if
the person is trying to hide them.

I'm
so distracted by his eyes, I don't pay attention to what is happening
until he falls on top of me. “Dammit! I don't need this today.”
I grumble, shoving the spirit off. “Look, you're dead. Move on.
Trust me, you'll enjoy it more if you do.” I close my eyes not too
concerned about what the spirit is doing, or is going to do. I'm
tired, and I'm going back to sleep, damn all the spirits and spider
demons of the world.

“What
the hell? What happened? I know
I'm dead, so what the hell is going on?” The spirit moves, and I
figure he's looking at himself.

“Don't
get any strange ideas. You're only solid to me. Sure, you can move
things while I'm in the room, but you won't be solid to anyone else;
whether they can see you or not.” I tell him, rolling onto my side.
I will fall back
asleep.

“Damn,
I should have believed Mokuba...” He shifts, and I can feel holes
burning into my back by his stare. “Listen, you need to do
something for me.”

“No.
Go away.” I respond.

“Look-”

“No,
you look!” I sit up, snapping and glaring. “I am not going to
take care of whatever your unfinished business is. Now leave me the
hell alone.” The spirit stares at me with incredulity as I flop
back onto my side. Then he laughs. He fucking laughs.
“Look, you son-of-a--” I start, sitting back up.

“Calm
down. I mean, it's not like you can do anything to me, since I'm
dead and all. I know I'm not the easiest to deal with, so just hear
me out.”

“You
really don't understand the word 'no,' do you?” I growl, climbing
out of bed and grabbing a shirt to pull over my bare chest. I
started sleeping in my jeans once Ryou and I took in the Ishtal twins
and Otogi. Neither of the twins have much of a belief in modesty,
and Otogi can't always control where he ends up “walking.”

“I'm
told that.” The spirit responds, following as I leave the room.
It's oddly quiet in the house, and when I glance at a clock, I begin
to understand why. It's three in the morning. Fuck.

“If
you know you're dead, why haven't you moved on?” I relent and ask
as I walk into the kitchen to get something to drink. Spirits don't
often appear to me. Ryou and Otogi usually have those problems. But
when they do choose to make contact, they're always the pushy
bastards. I doubt it helps that, for whatever reason, spirits who
really need my help end up corporeal to me. I makes them hound me to
the point that end up giving in for the sake of my last shred of
sanity.

“I
refuse to move on because my brother may be murdered.”

I
choke on the non-caffeinated soft drink I pulled from the fridge.
It's probably Otogi's because he already has a hard enough time
sleeping, so he stays away from caffeine. There's also his fixation
on “healthy” foods, so he stocks the house with what he deems
healthy food in the hopes of getting the rest of us to jump on the
bandwagon. I'd rather burn the bandwagon than jump on. Malik only
drinks diet soft drinks, Marik only drinks alcohol unless Ryou begs
him otherwise, and Ryou drinks tea. The four of us rarely agree on
anything.

“...All
right, let's hear it.” I don't know how he knew, but the spirit
said the right thing. Siblings are one of my weaknesses,
particularly brothers. This is probably because of my own twin
brother, Ryou. If anything were to happen to him...Well, whoever
caused it would regret it for the rest of their very short lives.

A/N:
Chapter one, done!

Next
Chapter:

-Ryou-